Recalled To Life novel Chapter 5

After I got home from school, I ate something Mom had made the night before, I did the homework I had, and so, towards four, I walked along the street to his house at the end of it, near the big public park. Piero opened the main door to the building for me, and I climbed up to floor one. First, I took Snoopy for a half-hour tour of the public park. Then, after doing his needs and smelling some bitches under their tails, I brought him home. Piero was already eager for the encounter as the bulge in his pants testified. He sat down in the armchair, and I approached him, I unfastened his pants, and his penis was revealed in front of me, a handsome erected limb that was about to explode. I started sliding my hand up and down and in circular motions, and Piero responded with a sigh of pleasure. "Put it in your mouth," he demanded in a low voice, almost in a whisper. Instead of arguing with him and claiming that I was not doing this, I started massaging and rubbing his penis at a crazy pace as I played with his testicles with the other hand. The moment I felt my muscles begin to ache, he splashed its whitish contents in a wide arc that missed my face and hair narrowly. "Keep going," he pleaded, and here miraculously another stream, a shorter one, followed; then he grabbed my hand and pushed it away.

I left his apartment with an amount I had never held in my hands. My only concern was to make up a story for Mom from where I have such a sum of money she earns in a week of hard work.

"Wherefrom is this? Where did you get all this money?" Mother stood with her mouth open, holding in her hand the bundle of bills I had collected for several months from Piero. "I found the money on the street. It must be fell out of someone's pocket," I lied without batting an eyelid.

I did not think for a moment that my mother would tell me, "let's go to the police and hand over the money," and to my delight, it did not happen either. Instead, mother decided that now was the time to go to Milan as she had promised, but even though I wanted to, I decided not to waste the money I had earned with cramping muscles, on some sheet stained with the blood of Christ. Honestly, I did not believe this story that was broadcasted on television some time ago.

"Tomorrow we'll go eat at a restaurant, and you order everything you like," my mother said in a solemn voice, adding, "And then we'll buy new clothes, too."

So, we went to the pizzeria, where apart from pizza, there was nothing to order, but at least I had a particularly delicious tiramisu. And as for the clothes, yes, Mom bought new clothes, some pairs of shoes, fashionable Ferragamo sunglasses and a tailored suit, but only for herself.

When I was left alone at home, I invited Claudio, and from noon until evening we watched TV and ate sweets. When it got dark, I asked him to stay with me; he explained that his father would beat him if he did not show in the evening. I promised him we would hug and kiss, but the temptations did not convince him. The fear of his father was stronger than any of my promises, so he left, not before promising to return the next day.

I lay in bed with a small light on and could not fall asleep, I turned from side to side, and nothing helped. Finally, I decided to take a cold shower since the evenings in July and August were hot and stuffy. I soaped up and rubbed my buds with plenty of soap and then between my legs. I stroked my pubic hair and felt great pleasure. I had not masturbated before, and I did not know precisely how to do it, but touching a soapy finger on my clitoris made me shiver and want to continue. After long minutes of constant pleasure, I suddenly felt a tremor in my thighs and almost fell; it passed through my whole body, and my legs trembled. I grabbed the wall and sat down on the toilet, and from there, moved towards the bed. Within minutes I fell asleep with a broad smile on my face.