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Little Swallow Surprise 4
I am Rafa, the Barcelona `boy', I am the person from Barcelona who connects some of the characters in the Return to Barcelona saga on Nifty. I have two sisters and grew up in Barcelona. I am six feet tall. I have light brown hair and brown eyes, and my skin is olive-coloured. My parents are devout Catholics and don't have much time for homosexuality. I have been ambivalent about telling them that I am gay, as I know that this will throw them completely and I am not sure how they will respond. So, I choose to remain silent.
I grew up in a wealthy suburb of Barcelona. My father is a prominent banker, and my mother is engaged in charity work across the city. I started piano lessons when I was four with my sisters and was a very talented little pianist. Because I was musical and had such a good ear for music my parents were keen that I attend the Escolania of Montserrat outside Barcelona, at the Montserrat monastery. I also had a beautiful voice.
My parents took me to see the school. Early in the morning, we made our way to the central station where they caught a train to Montserrat. My father told me 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 and used a funicular to get up to the monastery precinct. It was an impressive place with the mountains forming a spectacular backdrop.
My father explained that the rocks of Montserrat were formed by pebbles bound together by a natural cement of sand and clay. He explained that they were very hard and resistant to erosion: He went on to explain that locals had given them names and had invented legends to explain their origins. The views over the mountains to the Mediterranean and, that clear day, to the Pyrenees, were breathtaking, and the rugged, boulder-strewn terrain is great for dramatic walks and hikes.
My father told me that a monastery has stood on the same site in Montserrat since the early Middle Ages, though the present 19th-century building replaced the rubble left by Napoléon's troops in 1812. The shrine is world-famous, and one of Catalonia's spiritual sanctuaries. Dad said that honeymooning couples flock here by the thousands seeking La Moreneta's blessing on their marriages, and twice a year, on April 27 and September 8, the diminutive statue of Montserrat's Black Virgin becomes the object of one of Spain's greatest pilgrimages.
The choirmaster and the monks welcomed us and took us on a tour of the school. We got to meet the boys and we got a feel of the place. It was all very welcoming and seemed quite nice, but I secretly hoped that I would not get into the school, as I hated the idea being away from my family.
We learned about the schedule at the choir school. It was grueling, and the choir sang twice a day in the Church. In addition to music, they also had regular schoolwork and several extramural activities. We made a couple of more visits to the school before the start of the academic year.
My first encounter with a boy was at the monastery. 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 the high school.
Mateo was kind and also showed me the ropes around the school. He kept a caring eye over me and would intervene if there was a hint of bullying or anything like that. I felt very safe with him around. Not that the choir school was a dangerous place, it was a very friendly place with a lot of fun activities.
We were on a walk up the mountain on a Saturday when Mateo got to explain to me about sex and what had happened that week. I was hooked and couldn't wait to have another experience with him. I didn't have to wait too long as he climbed into bed with me that night and kissed me. I love the feel of his tongue in my mouth, and I copied him and did the same to him. That night he showed me how to 69. We had to be dead quiet as there were other boys in our dormitory. I loved getting his dick in my mouth, and again I copied what he was doing to my dick. He was rock hard, and he moved his hips slightly and it wasn't long before he shot his load into my mouth. I had an orgasm at the same time and my body shuddered with pleasure. He stayed with me in bed for a short time and then snuck off to his own bed.
It was on a hike up the mountains when we overnighted in tents that Mateo introduced me to anal sex. We had hiked for five hours and found ourselves in an area where the boys traditionally camped. We couldn't make a fire in this wilderness area. We had pasta for supper and sat around talking until around 9. Mateo and I were in a tent together and we zipped our sleeping bags together so that we could be close to each other. We stripped down and only had our T-shirts on. Mateo and I were both rock hard and kissing. He then whispered and explained about anal sex. He had brought some lube with him, and I was curious to give it a go. After all, I was on a learning path! He lifted my legs and smeared the lube into my hole. My legs rested on his shoulders. I smeared lube over his dancing dick. He leaned down and kissed me and pushed his dick into my arse. It hurt like hell, and he put more lube in my hole. I gritted my teeth as he pushed in. I eventually felt his dick in my arse. It was a strange feeling at first, as he slowly began to push in and out, and the next thing he shot off inside me. My body shuddered as I orgasmed too. The next day my arse was sore from this encounter.
The year went by very quickly, and I was sad to say goodbye to Mateo. He had been a person I was intimate with, and he was also my protector. He had no choice; his voice had broken and could no longer sing in the boys' choir.
We changed dormitories the next year and became friendly with the only blond boy in the choir. He was also from Barcelona, and his name was Casper. His mother was Belgian, and his father was Catalan. He had grown up speaking Catalan, English and Dutch. He was very beautiful and had an incredible body for his age. I admired his strong thighs. I was in love with him. We were both 11 at the time and I think he might have even been attracted to me.
One night when the lights went out, and the room grew quiet I crept out my bed and climbed into Casper's bed. I covered his mouth and told him to be quiet. I leaned over and gave him a deep kiss using my tongue. He responded by exploring my mouth. He then moved his hand into my underpants to grab my erect dick. I responded and started to quietly wank his hard dick. We continued kissing, struggling to keep as quiet as possible. The next thing he was breathing faster, and his body shuddered. My body also shuddered. We kissed again and I slipped out of his bed and returned to mine.
We got to know each other well. He also had two younger sisters and didn't live too far from the Sagrada Familia. We became good friends and were together most of the time. We both played piano and violin and that allowed us to be together more regularly. Some evenings we walked around the monastery gardens together and speak. When we turned 12, we started doing road running and this took us out of the monastery on some evenings.
Casper would join me in bed, or me him, every night. We enjoyed being close to each other and we would kiss and fondle each other. Some nights we would give each other blowjobs. When did get to go on the annual camp we shared a tent and Casper got to fuck me. I had taken lube with me and had given him the tutorial that Mateo had given me. Casper was smaller than Mateo and spent a holiday with us. Our family was going to Mykonos to my uncle's cottage, and my dad said we could bring a friend. My sisters also brought a friend with them. The windows from the cottage framed a mesmerizing view of the Aegean Sea, its azure waters stretching as far as the eye can see. The sea's surface glistened in the sunlight, creating a dazzling mosaic of dancing reflections. In the distance, the horizon meets the sky in a seamless blend of blue hues, creating a sense of boundless space and serenity. In the foreground were the iconic, white-washed buildings that Mykonos is renowned for.
These buildings cluster together in the old town, creating a maze-like effect of narrow, winding streets that add character to the landscape. Bougainvillea vines in vibrant shades of pink and purple spill over the balconies and terraces, providing a vibrant contrast to the white buildings. When you looked down from the window, you got a glimpse of a charming courtyard or a bustling alleyway.
Down the road, you could find quaint cafés with white wooden chairs and tables, where people enjoy leisurely Greek coffees or frappes. The sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional meandering cat added to the atmosphere of the island.
We got to spend our days on the beach and explore the island on bikes. We managed to get some remote spots and to be on our own. The aroma of Mediterranean cuisine wafted through the air, and sometimes we caught a whiff of grilled seafood or fresh tzatziki. Mykonos' vibrant culture and lively spirit were palpable as we explored the island's rich history and joyed the laid-back lifestyle.
One morning we sucked each other off in the shower. Fortunately, my father came in afterward when we were washing each other's bodies, and he missed the sex. The room we shared had no lock on the door and at night we had to move the chest of drawers in front of the door. We did this especially when Casper fucked me. He loved doing this and was good at it, as it brought pleasure to both of us.
We found some incredible caves along the coastline while exploring and one day we took chances in one of them giving each other low jobs. Casper had grown tall and was over six feet. His body was muscular and his wavey blond hair was shoulder length. I was madly in love with this guy.
We were both in high school and he had just turned 16 when things changed. He met a beautiful girl and fell in love with her. Pilar was at school with us and had some classes with us. Casper decided that we needed to end our relationship and move on, and I was devastated as I thought that things would go on forever. I had no idea that he was attracted to girls at all, so it all came as a bit of a surprise.
We still spoke to each other at school and remained friends. I became very depressed and longed for another relationship. I called Mateo, who was at university, and told him what had happened. We met and he explained that he was in a long-term relationship with a guy at university. He hugged me and held me while I cried, but we didn't do anything else.
He introduced me to a friend of his who was two years older than me. Juan was from Zaragosa and was studying in Barcelona. He had a light beard and was shorter than me. He was wearing short shorts when we met, and a tight T-shirt that accentuated his muscles. He was tanned and beach-attractive. His muscles were tanned and accentuated. But he wasn't very intelligent, and I didn't click with him at all. We had supper at Tapas restaurant and went our separate ways. I must confess that I don't think that he found me attractive either.
I had to wait a while before finding someone again.
Years later Rafa visits Casper
I spent a year in South Africa as a volunteer and returned to complete an engineering degree at the University of Barcelona. I am about to return to Barcelona for the summer holidays to see a school friend Casper who is in bad shape. I also hope to come out to my parents while I am home.
Casper married young and he and Pilar seemed to be very happy. My younger sister told me that they were very happy married in the beginning. But things began to unravel over the past two years and Casper began drinking and eventually, they separated. Fortunately, there weren't any children on the scene yet. I got news from my sister that Casper had been beaten up outside a gay bar and had been in ICU and was doing OK, but that he was very depressed.
The pilot made a near-perfect landing at Barcelona International Airport, and it was wonderful to hear an arrivals hall filled with Catalan. My father had sent a driver from the bank to pick me up and I was home in no time. It was great to connect with my mother and sisters again. My father embraced me as soon as he got back from work, and it was good to see him. Mom prepared a paella (very clichéd) the way I liked it, and we all ate on the veranda in the heat of summer. That night lay in my boyhood bed thinking of my life and how happy I was in Boston with Alex. I gently wanked my shaft, thinking of him and his golden curls. I grabbed some tissue just before my body shuddered and I came.
The next morning, I made my way across town to Casper's parent's home where he was recuperating. He lived very close to the Sagrada Familia, where his dad worked as a project architect. His mother let me in and was surprised to see me after so many years. Casper, the tall blond Belgian Catalan looked like he had been in a fight. His left eye was still very blue and there was a cut above the eyebrow. He had pins in his shoulder and there was extensive bruising down his left side. His right ankle had also been broken and had pins in it. Fortunately, the doctors were able to save his eye, but he did have some hearing loss in his left ear, and they weren't sure if this would get better with time.
Casper sobbed when I embraced him, and I held him for a while. We had a lot of catching up to do. I told him about South Africa, and I spoke a lot about Tom and Adam. I told him about their visits to Barcelona and the farm in Rustenburg. I paused there and suggested he visit Anna on the farm at some point.
"But it would be great if you could visit Alex and me in Boston too, you'd always be welcome."
I told him about Alex and our trip to Guatemala and the choir at the school. Casper has a beautiful voice, and I told him a lot about the choir repertoire and what it was like to teach a choir.
"But that's enough of me, I'm speaking far too much. Tell me what is happening in your life."
"Well, you were at my wedding, so you know about that. Pilar and I were incredibly happy to begin with. We got on well and we were good for each other. I finished my pharmacy degree, and she completed her studies in fashion. Our lives became busier and more complex, and we became very impatient with each other. I can tell you this Rafa you will understand, deep down I was still attracted to men. Unfortunately, I slipped up and one of her friends saw me in a gay bar, and we started to drift apart. I also started messing with some of the prescription drugs at work. I'm a little lost Rafa and I am trying to find direction again."
I held Casper's hand as he told me his story, and I felt for him. I wondered why he found it so hard, to be honest with himself. Casper's mom popped in to say goodbye as she left for work, and Casper and I were alone.
I went to sit next to Casper on his bed and I leaned down and kissed him deeply. I wanted to be close to him, to comfort him, and I lay next to him. I held his hand and we lay quiet for some time. I listened to him breathe and was pleased that he was still alive. I went to make us each a cup of coffee and sat on the chair next to his bed, and I told him more about Alex and the night that he was attacked outside a nightclub in the city. I wanted him to know that Alex made a full recovery and was 100% well.
I moved my chair closer to Casper and pulled his pants down a little. I took hold of his semi-erect dick, and it hardened in my hand.
"Let me make you feel a bit better, remember when you were 12," I said.
I moved down and engulfed his beautiful dick in my mouth and moved up and down. I played with his balls and was glad to see in blond pubic hair again. It wasn't long before Casper shot his spunk into my throat. I pulled up his shorts and moved up to share his cum in a kiss.
"Thanks, Rafa I needed that, you have made my day."
I said my goodbyes and made my way home, stopping briefly at the Sagrada Familia, and lit a candle in the basement chapel, and said a prayer for Casper.
My sisters already knew that I was gay and that afternoon I told my mother, who hugged me and said she always knew that I was gay. I told her that Alex and I were in a serious relationship and that I wanted to tell my father. I asked my father to go on a walk with me when he got home. While we walked around our hilly neighbourhood, I told him that I was gay. He stopped and looked at me, hugged me and said:
"Raphael, I have known you from birth. I have watched you grow up, and I think I have always known you are gay. I love you the way you are. I am proud of you son."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and I never expected this response. I was relieved and happy. I was so happy that I cried. How on earth could have misread my parents so badly? I was joyful inside and wanted to shout. I held Dad's hand as we walked back home, I didn't feel like the prodigal son as I had never run away.
"Raphael, I don't mind the choices you make in life. I know you are a good person, a person who cares and that is important to me. I know you love your family, but I don't want you to turn your back on our Church. Hopefully, we'll get her attitude right someday."
The next morning, on my way to see Casper, I went to Mass in the basement chapel in the Sagrada Familia. I asked the priest to pray for Casper who had been a chorister at Monseratt. It was a small gathering of older people and there was no singing. The Gaudi furniture and other sacramentals somehow connected me with this modern saint, and I felt close to God. I had to push through the tourists when I left on my way to Casper.
Casper was sitting in the lounge and was more cheerful the previous day. His mother was glad that I had come again and suggested that we go for a snack downstairs at the Little Swallow Restaurant. Casper needed help. With a broken shoulder and ankle, mobility was very difficult, and we had to use a wheelchair. I understood why he was so down.
We shared a freshly made chicken chop suey, Chinese tea and cakes, and I then took him back upstairs. He was tired and I took him to his room, and he climbed onto his bed. I puffed up his pillows and kissed him and I asked him if he needed some cheering up.
I climbed on the bed with Casper, and we cuddled together. I was careful not to hurt him. Casper was trembling slightly with anticipation. I kissed him again and our bodies touched. My dick pressed against Casper's, and we removed the barrier of our clothes. I felt a little guilty thinking about Alex, but the excitement of the moment overran those thoughts. I would talk to Alex later. I told Casper about my crush on him since we first met. We grabbed each other's dicks. Casper's dick felt good, he was hard and leaking precum. I suggested that we 69 and with some adjustments we both had each other's dicks in our mouths. We were both ecstatic and enjoying the moment. Next thing I shot my load and Casper swallowed it all, moments later Casper came. We lay together spooning, I had my arm over him playing with one of his nipples. Casper enjoyed this intimacy, which he seldom experienced with his wife.
I visited Casper most days while I was in Barcelona. I suggested that he get some help with his drug problem and that he try to sort things out with his wife. I reminded him of my invitation to visit Boston.