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)