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)