Never went to Granada

Paseo de los tristes

Once in Granada, of course the first thing we did was visiting the Alhambra.

But in order to reach the Alhambra, you had first to go up Cuesta de Gomérez, a wonderful slope full of shade, flowers and bushes and the sound of trickling water coming down that relaxing slope. Certainly the Arabs of the Nasrid Dynasty knew how to live in luxury and choosing the most beautiful places to build their amazing palaces. Cuesta de Gomérez was just the opener before we certainly saw the magnificent Alhambra, and as we went up, I thought on the journey here.

Indeed giving each other blowjobs was becoming something totally natural, but first, I jacked Cyril off as I was jerking myself off. Now I was always greedy for my brother’s dick and I wanted it exhausted so I could have the fun later of granting him a really long blowjob.

After Alicante and now taking on purpose a road which would take us to Alcalá del Júcar, a village we had been recommended, my brother was so good that he also did to me what I had done to him and formerly had jacked me off before we stopped at that village, and later when I was certainly driving to Granada, he did suck my cock. I never had any more doubts that nobody else would give me blowjobs as Cyril did. It was magical and it was so arousing to know who the sucker was, always inexhaustible and constantly telling me he wanted to also do it when we returned to Prague, something that in that moment we thought we would do.

The Alhambra is possibly one of those places on Earth that everybody should visit. We started watching the Alcazaba and later entered the Royal Palace and took a lot of pics in Fuente de los Leones, the Lions’ Fountain. But we still had to see the beautiful Generalife, also in the Alhambra. When we thought nothing else could move us, we still had to stroll on those magnetic gardens which again showed us how luxuriously the Nasrid Sultans used to live.

After the Alhambra, we stopped at some shops nearby and bought some souvenirs, especially tiles with the favourite Granadan inscription:

Dale limosna, mujer

Que no hay en la vida nada

Como la pena de ser

Ciego en Granada

Which more or less can be translated as:

Give him alms, woman

For there can be nothing worse

As the misery of being

Blind in Granada.

We went to see the Cathedral and the Alcaicería, original shops in narrow streets in the centre of Granada and later we would go to that place which made both Cyril and I definitely fall in love with Granada forever: Paseo de los Tristes.

Such perfection, such magic! It starts in Plaza Nueva and the street goes on with beautiful bridges and a church and all the time you can hear the relaxing sound of river Darro flowing on your right, till you finally reach a square, where we stopped first to have a drink before going to Mirador de San Nicolás, where we had been recommended to go.

And it’s impossible to explain how this spot and this square became for me then the most beautiful spot in the world. The beautiful Alhambra is on your right, impressive and majestic. On your left you have the famous Albayzin neighbourhood. And not far in the distance you can watch the famous neighbourhood of Sacromonte, with its abbey and their many cave houses. It’s almost a gypsy neighbourhood, with flamenco everywhere. This place is a spot I fell in love with at once and I uttered my feelings aloud.

-How I’d love to live here.

-We could try, Johnny, for I feel the same. I feel as if I belonged to this place. We also know Spanish. What if we tried to find a job in this town or even a place to live, but close to Paseo de los Tristes?

-Wonderful, Cyril, but here nobody knows us. I mean that we could even live here as a couple if we wanted. Maybe I’m going too far but I’d also like you to fuck me.

-Do you mean it, Johnny? I love your ass.

-I mean it, Cyril.

-But there’s a problem, brother. I’m close to falling in love with you and closer will I be if I fucked you. And I also want you to fuck me.

-Let’s just allow our hearts to feel whatever they have to feel. At least, we cannot know until we fuck each other. Let’s try, Cyril, and let’s do later anything we can do to find a job here and a place to live.

We went to Mirador de San Nicolás and we knew at once we had to find a house in the Albayzin. That day we went very early to our hotel and just entering I told my brother.

-You first, Cyril, take my ass.

-Let’s strip first and later lie on the bed on your back. I wanna look into those beautiful eyes of yours.

Once both of us were naked, I lied on the bed as he had told me. Curiously I was not frightened of being fucked. It was as if my whole life, I had known I needed this and only this. And he started to fuck me just then. I don’t know what I was expecting but his dick up my ass was rocking, almost singing to me a song of joy and the scarce pain was nothing. I just kept on crying.

-Yeah, Cyril, keep on fucking me. I’m in love with you now!

Had I known, I would have told him nothing, for he filled me with semen just then. He didn’t quite open me up that first time but it was the same. It was not really painful and now I knew my ass would always be ready for Cyril.

He kissed my mouth devotedly first and then shouted.

-Now it’s your turn, Johnny. You’ll also fuck the boy you love. Oh, I’m so close too that I feel that just noticing your dick I’ll start crying, but not out of pain, but out of love.

Now it would be me who would do something as unexpected, but as sweet, as fucking my brother. For the first time I noticed what gorgeous ass Cyril has and I almost lost my load just looking at it and touching it sensuously a bit, still unable to believe this glorious hole was permitted to me to shag. But finally I went tentatively in, my dick in flames, but desiring it would be inside this well for hours, at the time I looked at my brother’s sexy eyes with love but worried what he might tell me. But he started to yell just then.

-Keep on fucking me, Johnny. I’m the luckiest boy on Earth to have this sexy guy as my brother and shocked at nothing. I can feel it, Johnny. Love is entering me at the rhythm of your dick. Kiss me, honey.

It was the longest kiss I had ever given him, only interrupted once for he wanted to speak.

-I love you deeply, Johnny. Are you afraid of becoming my boyfriend?

I could have cum when I heard him say he loved me but I wanted to make love to him for longer the first time his brother and love was fucking him.

-I am your boyfriend, Cyril. Life has many surprises, many of them unpleasant, but it also has many unexpected gifts and life is worth living. I can only intuit the happiness of the rest of our lives. Now I will give you my baptismal water. Here you are, ahhhggg!

Clinton had said that the most spectacular twilight could be seen from Mirador de San Nicolás, but it was a more moving twilight to look into Cyril’s eyes, the sun spilling its last rays on the west.

We finally slept the first night as a couple. We prolonged our stay in Granada, just to look for the two things we needed to find.

First a job and it was easy and fast. We found a translation agency and since both my brother and I knew many languages, we were hired as translators of French and Italian, in a place close to the beautiful Calle Elvira. Nearby you could find the famous teterías or tea shops.

And finally we found a house which we could afford to pay. It was in the Albaycin, a courtyard with four houses full of flower pots and shade and as it is usual in Granada, also with water trickling in the middle of the courtyard. Our neighbours were really nice people and we soon got the habit they had of chatting altogether sitting in chairs at the entrance of one of the houses at dusk.

And the courtyard faced that beautiful square with the calming sound of river Darro, between the Albayzin and the Alhambra, in the most beautiful place in the world: Paseo de los Tristes.

We still live as translator and not even our neighbours suspect that we also live as a couple. And we’d done many journeys to different parts of the beautiful Andalusia, cities like Almería, Córdoba or Seville. And in these journeys we always do the same: the one who is not driving gives a blowjob to his brother. Always driving and never far away from seas, fields and mountains.

Freedom can move your life and it can be seen even in the hardest conditions, together with love and friendship, happiness and beauty. Have a look at the life of eight beggars who live together at: https://luces-delatierra.blogspot.com/ or in English at: https://lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com/