Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2006 17:13:03 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Gold, Incense and Myrrh 1/9 (m+m - Adult Friends)

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GOLD, INCENSE and MYRRH
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005
written the 21st of February, 1994
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Brian

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"GOLD, INCENSE and MYRRH" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic
scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family,
opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to
read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or
because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed
guest.

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CHAPTER 1 - As in a dream

Massimo became aware that he was gay when he was fifteen or sixteen
years old, but he never had the occasion, or rather the courage, to have
a sexual encounter, neither in usual youngsters intimate games, that are
usually so common, perhaps also because he didn't have any close
childhood friends. Or, on the other hand, perhaps he didn't have any
friends because, feeling different from the others, he was afraid that
they could became aware of that. The boys his age were always talking
about girls and about gay people, in their conversations they showed
just contempt for gays. Massimo was convinced he was a "rara avis" that
is a rare bird.

To tell the truth, at times somebody had tried to approach him, somebody
that liked him and that the boy liked. Somebody feeling desire for him,
and that perceived something in him, but even in these cases Massimo
always fled, closing like a clam, not understanding why the others
approached him, what they really wanted from him.

His first encounter occurred just after he graduated from vocational
school.

Before going into the military for service, he decided to take a trip in
France, hitchhiking because he didn't have much money.

One of the people who stopped to give him a lift, suddenly put his hand
on his fly, fingering it. Massimo blushed, turning red as a pepper, but
didn't resist. The man, encouraged, asked him with a lustful smirk if he
felt like having fun together a while. Massimo was terribly embarrassed,
but also excited. The man wasn't an Adonis. But the boy understood that
what the man was offering him would finally give him the opportunity to
experience what he had always desired, and this prompted him to accept.
He was not even able to make a sound, so he just nodded yes, blushing
even more.

After a while the man stopped in front of a motel, booked a room and
took Massimo inside. The boy followed him, hesitant but aroused. The
motel room was nondescript, almost bleak. They undressed, or more
exactly the man first undressed himself, then the boy, in quite a hurry.
Without any preliminaries, the man first made Massimo aroused, then
asked the boy to penetrate him. Massimo enjoyed the sex to a point. They
had time to take a shower, dress again and then left. The mischievous
glance of the receptionist, who must have understood the reason for that
short stop, embarrassed Massimo again.

They resumed their journey. After a few kilometers the man left him,
with the pretext he had to change his route, and the boy resumed
hitchhiking. He recalled the event - it had been fast, pleasurable, but
a lot different from what he had expected. Better than jacking off
alone, sure, but quite disappointing. It was not making love, that, it
was just a fuck ... wham bam and off! He expected more than just that.

But now Massimo wanted to try it even more than before. "Just," he
promised himself, "next time with someone I really like, so it would
probably be more agreeable".

Paris charmed him. He toured the city throughout, and was so fascinated
that he forgot the adventure he had during his journey. He followed the
usual tourist routes, but he also wandered lanes that no guide
mentioned. Amusing himself to just look at people, to chat with unknown
people or with the shop owners where he browsed, to climb old
staircases, just to see the old houses interiors, so that at times he
was looked at with some suspicion by the tenants.

But he was happy and he didn't care so much about what the others
thought of him. He enjoyed the thousands of sensations that he
experienced from those improvised explorations, and at times he could
discover architectural details that where really charming. When he had
to leave Paris, he felt sad.

On the way back, it was around nine 'o clock in the evening, just
outside Paris a young man stopped to give him a lift. Massimo thought he
was very beautiful. He was a Dane around twenty five years old, tall,
slender, wavy light brown hair, the face of a model or an actor. They
chatted. Massimo kept telling himself that he had to try.

They were talking about hitchhiking and Massimo with a casual air, but
his heart beating at a hundred per minute: "Well, at times you can have
embarrassing encounters."

"Really? Embarrassing, how?"

"You know, for instance, a guy put his hand here and told me he wanted
to have fun with me."

"And you?" the young man, showing interest, asked.

"I said no, to forget about it." Massimo lied, then added: "If he was at
least a type like you are..."

"If he was like me, would you have accepted?"

"I don't know, but just once you can try, right?"

"You never had sex with a man?"

"No, never." Massimo lied again, "That's why with the right type I could
even give it a try, just once, just to see what it's like."

"And... could I be the right type?" the young man asked continuing to
drive, but looking surreptitiously at him with an encouraging smile.

"If you liked boys..." Massimo answered, his heart beating rapidly,
hoping the other accepted his half hidden offer.

The young man, for a while, said nothing and the boy thought he was
mistaken, when suddenly the Dane said: "If you feel like it, we can stop
to sleep in a motel here along the motorway. And we can ask for just one
room, together, and so... What do you think?"

"That's all right by me!" Massimo answered happily, feeling his heart
drumming like a mad.

They stopped, had their dinner, then went to the room. They undressed.
The Dane had a really nice body. When they were naked, lying on the bed,
the young man started to caress Massimo all over his body. The boy was
thrilled, thinking "now I really like it..." He let the young man guide
him, until the Dane, his voice hoarse with desire, said that he wanted
to penetrate the boy. Massimo was really excited, but a little afraid as
well. He thought that the young man, even if virile and strong, was not
super hung and that perhaps, for a first time, he could really be the
right person. The young man liberally lubricated the boy's hole and
prepared it with his fingers for a long while. And when at last he
penetrated Massimo, entered him without hurting him, on the contrary,
giving him at once a strong pleasure. The boy really enjoyed the long,
slow, calm fuck. And when, after, they decided to sleep, the nice Dane
kept him in his arms, and that also pleased Massimo a great deal.

A few days after Massimo was back home, he had to leave for his military
service. After the usual period at the Recruits Training Center he was
assigned to a barrack in Falconara. At first he felt a little lost.
Living in close contact with so many boys inevitably aroused his desire.
But the fact that he could not show it, being afraid to become a
laughingstock, or even the whore of everybody, as had happened to one of
his fellows in arms, made him assume a very reserved and coy attitude,
so he didn't make friends with anybody quickly.

This gay fellows name was Antonio Stella, but almost everybody called
him, with sneers, Stellina (that is Starlet) and spoke to him or about
him using the feminine. But Massimo soon became aware, with some rage,
that those who mocked Antonio the most often exploited him, in the
showers or in the dormitory. Treating him just as a cheap whore, fucking
him at times even in twos, one in his mouth and the other in his ass,
and sometimes even in front of the other fellows.

Massimo didn't like Antonio so much, he thought he was too effeminate in
manner, but he always treated him with kindness. Amongst the few that
treated the boy normally, there was also, beside Massimo, a boy from
Novara, Diego De Rossi. Massimo liked Diego a lot, and not only
physically, but even more for his personality, so that, by instinct,
feeling at ease with him, and also feeling attracted by him, he begun to
try to become closer to him. Diego also seemed to enjoy sharing his time
with Massimo, so little by little they became friends.

Diego was a thin boy, but really well shaped and with an athletes body.
He was 5' 7" tall, had black, straight hair, eyes of a deep blue, a
straight but sweet mouth, a serious but serene expression. He was of a
very wealthy family, but that Massimo didn't discover until afterwards,
because Diego never showed off his wealth.

After graduating from the high school and before entering the
University, he decided to do his military service, so that he could "get
it over with" and have one year of rest from studies".

The more they learnt of each other, the more their friendship deepened.

Massimo didn't have a good relationship with his own family: his mother
died when he was eleven, and his father had married again. He had
children from his new wife and Massimo didn't feel loved or accepted by
the new family of his father. He was never really ill-treated but, in
some ways he had become a stranger, it was no longer his family.

Diego, who knew about this, invited him to spend their first leave with
him at his home. It was then Massimo discovered that Diego was rich. He
lived with his family in a nice big villa on the outskirts of Novara,
with a splendid garden all around and several servants. His father
inherited from his grandfather a rentable industry and Diego, for his
coming of age became the owner of some flats that his grandfather left
to him, and from which he earned, thanks to the rents, a good personal
income equivalent to a quite a high salary.

Diego's family welcomed Massimo with kindness and simplicity that
pleased the boy. They gave him one of the guest-rooms on the second
floor of the villa. Diego, at home, had a beautiful Japanese bike, so he
took his friend to visit Novara and surroundings, and once took him to
the banks of the river Agogna to bathe. And there, something happened...

After bathing, they were stretching under the sun to dry, Diego said:
"Listen, nobody can see us here, why not sun bathe naked?" and, without
waiting for his friend's answer, pulled off his swim suit.

Massimo, caught unawares, could just follow suit - after all they often
saw each other naked at the barracks' showers, therefore...

After a while Diego, turning on his side towards him, said: "I never
told you before, Massimo, but you really have a beautiful body."

" Well, you can't complain for sure." The boy answered, slightly
troubled by that compliment.

"Do you like my body?" Diego asked stupefied, "to me it seems too...
fragile."

"No, not at all, you are well proportioned. You have a likeable body."

"Massimo?"

"What's up?"

"If I tell you something... you won't mock me, afterwards?"

"No, sure. Why would I? We are friends, aren't we?"

"Massimo, I... I feel like... making love... with you!"

Massimo looked at him in amazement and his friend interpreted his gaze
wrongly.

"I'm not asking you to!" he hurried to explain, then added "I just felt
I had to tell you. If we are to be real friends, I want you to know
everything about me."

"But you... are you gay?" Massimo asked, astounded, staring at him.

"I don't know, sincerely, but I think so. I never had sex, you see. I
never felt attracted, until now, to girls, but neither to boys to be
honest. But since I met you... for you I felt a very strong attraction
at once. And for the first time, when I jack off, I have fantasies
where... you are always in those fantasies, you see. That's it. I had to
tell you, even if I'm afraid you will be upset, now that you know."

Massimo continued to look at his friend, his mouth open. He too felt
more and more attracted to his friend, and now that confession aroused
him.

Diego, as Massimo was still silent, hesitantly asked: "I surprised you,
right? It will be difficult for you to continue to be my friend, now
that you know how I feel towards you?"

"No, look at me." Massimo answered.

His friend was looking into his eyes searching for an answer.

So Massimo, pointing to his groin where his member was becoming hard,
said with a smile: "There... look there - don't you see the effect what
you just said has on me?"

Diego looked between his friend's legs and widened his eyes. He again
looked his friend in the eyes and hesitantly asked: "You mean... that
you too desire me?"

"Yes, Diego, even if I didn't dare to tell you, it's been a long time
that I have desired you. And happily you had courage to tell me. I too
would like very much making love with you, Diego."

His friend quite shyly, smiled: "I was afraid you would refuse me, mock
me as the others do with poor Stella, but I wasn't able not to tell
you."

"I desire you, Diego." Massimo murmured.

For a while both remained still, gazing at each other. Now, also between
Diego's legs an agreeable turgidity was waking up.

"May I touch you?" Diego almost whispered with emotion in his voice.

"Sure, come here. Come." Massimo answered with an inviting smile,
opening his arms.

Diego rolled on the bathing sheet, until he was pressed against his
friend's body, and their limbs intertwined tightly.

"It seems quite impossible, it's too beautiful." Diego murmured curling
up between his friend's arms and legs, and pressing against his body,
"I'm so full of desire, but also afraid."

"Afraid? But of what? Of me?"

"No, not that. Did you ever make love with a man?"

"Yes, I did."

"And.., what is it like? Is it beautiful?"

"Yes very. But what are you afraid of, Diego?"

"That it all boils down to a simple fuck. I would like making love,
instead, can you understand? You are important to me, and I don't want
to be disappointed, afterwards."

"Diego, you too are very, very important to me. You are, above all, my
best friend. And I too don't want to have just a fuck, believe me."

"Will you teach me?" Diego asked.

Massimo smiled: "We will learn together. It is not that I have so much
experience. Just twice I did it. And both of those two times were just
fucks. But you... I love you, it is different."

"You... love me?"

"Yes, sure. And now, at last, I can tell you."

"I too love you, Massimo. May I kiss you?"

"Sure."

Their lips approached, lightly brushed, pushed, warmly parted, united.

"I like it, Massimo." Diego said with a light sigh.

"I too like it, puppy." his friend sweetly answered, caressing him.

Their eyes were bright, filled with happiness. Their limbs intertwined
even more tightly and each of them felt with pleasure the other's
erection pushing against his body. They kissed again, a little more
confident, a little more determined than before and their hands started
a long exploration journey on the other's body.

"It's too beautiful!" Diego said, panting.

"Isn't it?" Massimo sweetly answered.

Little by little their excitations grew, strengthened by these exchanges
of tenderness. Massimo bent to suck Diego's nipples and felt that he was
answering with pleasure quivers.

"Diego, I like you."

"I too, Massimo. I like feeling you are aroused by me."

"You are so beautiful..."

"You make me beautiful..."

"And you make me happy."

Exchanging tender words, they held tight one against the other, quite
hungry to feel the mutual affection. They kissed, caressed each other,
they looked at themselves, one in the other's eyes. They incessantly
explored each other, inebriated by the fact they could learn to know
each other in so intimate a way, unaware of the passing of time, unaware
of the place. The water's murmur seemed to accompany and to underline
the gentle song of their hearts.

"Massimo?"

"Tell me."

"I believe I'm in love with you." Diego said in a whisper.

Massimo tenderly kissed him, grateful for these words, then at his turn
whispered: "Possibly... possibly what I too am feeling, is also love."

"Wouldn't it be beautiful if we both were in love?"

"Yes, wonderful."

"But, perhaps, we haven't to run too fast, to have illusions." Diego
said, a little hesitant.

"Possibly. But perhaps we must not be afraid of what we are feeling for
each other, and what is so beautiful."

"We don't need it to happen straight away, right?" Diego asked, somewhat
uncertain.

"No, sure we don't. When we feel ready. Also like now is good, no?"

"It's true. But I think I'm really in love with you."

"Probably I too, puppy. And I'm happy. It's beautiful feeling in love."

"Tonight, can I come to see you in your room?"

"Why do you ask me? But... what if your parents noticed?"

"I don't care. I'm too happy."

"Don't you think there would be a great uproar?"

"Well, we are both adults. And I'm also economically independent, thanks
to my grandfather. But above all, I love you."

"I too... But, how can we manage when we are back in the barracks?"

"We will find a solution. I can rent a room where we can keep our
civilian clothes as other fellows do. So, with the pretense of changing
our clothes, we can also have our intimate moments. But I don't want to
give you up."

"I neither, no, I neither, my puppy!"

The sunset was nearing. They slowly parted, quite reluctantly, and
dressed again, in silence. Both the boys were feeling that in their
lives had happened a Copernican revolution - in their way of looking at
each other, to brush, to touch each other. While they were going back to
the villa on the bike, even the way Massimo was holding himself to his
friend's body, even if for an external observer there was nothing
unusual, for them was now completely different. The consciousness of all
that filled them with a welcomed astonishment and in silence they
meditated this new reciprocal consciousness.

At the villa, as always they had dinner with all the family. Both were
secretly stupefied that nobody noticed what had happened in and between
them - they in fact felt now deeply different, transformed,
transfigured.

And finally bedtime came.

Massimo had just hit the bed when he heard a light knocking at his door.

"Yes?" he answered, knowing it was his friend.

Diego entered. He was wearing a light water-green silk pajama that
recalled Massimo to the river. Diego locked the door with the key,
without the slightest noise. That simple gesture, Massimo thought, was
filled with sensual promises. He shifted to one side of the bed in a
silent invitation. Diego slipped under the bed sheet. They embraced and
kissed.

"You are here, at last." Massimo said with a dreamy voice.

"Yes, love, I'm here, with you."

They kissed again. Massimo started to pull off his friend's pajamas.
Their naked bodies searched each other with desire. For the first time
they dared to caress each other also on their genitals, enjoying their
increasing hardness. Massimo slipped under the sheet to reach his
friend's member with his lips. Diego sighed, quivered, savouring these
emotions so new for him and so agreeable. Then, at his turn, he felt the
desire to reciprocate, so he neared his face to his friends groin, took
in his hands the turgid throbbing genitals and looked at them and
thought they were beautiful, and he smelled them and felt they were
inebriating, and greedily he started to do what the other was doing to
him.

"Oh, how beautiful it is, Massimo!" he sighed.

After a while Massimo turned around again and kissed him on his lips:
"I'm happy!" he said.

"I am too, Massimo. It was great feeling you, you know?"

"For me too."

"I'm just a beginner, right?"

"Not bad at all, for your first time."

"I'm learning from you. I want my body to learn to give you all the
possible pleasure and joy, as you are giving to me."

They again started to give each other pleasure, slowing down just when
they were feeling too near to an orgasm that neither wanted to reach
yet. And then they quietly kissed and caressed.

"It's so beautiful making love... making love with you." Diego sweetly
said.

"You make me feel more a man, you know?"

"Yes, I too am feeling the same way. I feel more complete." Diego
dreamily answered, then added: "I want to fall asleep here, like this,
with you."

"But then it will be noticed you didn't sleep in your room?"

"It doesn't matter. Anyway it's unlikely, they normally let me wake up
by myself, when I'm on leave."

"It is a risk, but I too desire falling asleep in your arms. It gives me
a feeling of safety."

"To you too? Yes, safety. We will protect each other from now on,
right?" Diego murmured.

They fell asleep embraced.

The following morning the first to wake up was Diego. For a while he
admired his lover's body, then he thought to wake him up covering it
with light kisses.

"Ciao!" Massimo said, caressing his hair and interlacing it in his
fingers.

"Was it a good sleep?" Diego asked him, smiling.

"Very good. And the wake up even better."

"Great. But now it will be better to go. I'll wait for you downstairs
for breakfast. See you later, love."

"See you soon, puppy."

They spent another full day wandering and talking - both wanted to know
everything about the other, now. They enjoyed every moment spent
together, punctuated by thousands of glances, now tender now
complicitous, by discreet brushing or by furtive kisses or caresses when
nobody could see them. They were holding back inside themselves their
reciprocal desire, waiting for the magic moment when they could give it
way freely. The second night, when Diego went upstairs to Massimo, they
both knew, even without saying it, that it was to be "their" night, the
one when they would finally be united. They reached that moment little
by little, one step after the other, when they felt that also the other
was filled with desire.

During the day, while Diego went to look for a toilet in a coffee shop,
Massimo rapidly entered a drugstore and bought all the necessary. So
that night, when at a certain point Diego offered himself to his friend,
Massimo could prepare his friend to receive him, until Diego was all a
quiver and invoked him.

"Take me, love. I want you inside me!"

"Do you want me, puppy?"

"Yes, I cannot wait any longer. I want to feel all of it inside me."

"It could be unpleasant, bother you, you're not used to it, it's your
first time."

"It cannot be unpleasant - I want you!" Diego said pulling him to
himself.

"I too I want you, I want to melt into you."

"So, take me, Massimo, I feel ready."

"If it hurts, you must tell me."

"Don't be afraid, go on!"

Massimo gently grasped him by his waist and held on tight to him. Diego
shuddered with pleasure.

Massimo started to push: "Here I am, do you feel me?"

"Yes..."

"Do you like it, puppy?"

"Oh yes, take me, go on!"

Massimo felt a slight resistance but then, soon felt him slowly open,
gently widening, receiving it little by little.

"Does it hurt you?" Massimo worriedly asked.

"No... no, it is... it is great! I'm becoming yours..." Diego panted
looking happily at his lover.

"Doesn't it bother you?"

"Not really... and I like it too much, because it is you... inside me.
Go on, don't be so afraid..."

Massimo pushed again and felt a great warmth wrapping him.

Diego smiled at him, encouragingly: "Do you like it, love?"

"I like it, puppy. You are so hot, and so beautiful."

"And I'm becoming yours..." Diego murmured, his voice broken by the
emotion.

"Yes, my big puppy... yes, here..." and he was firmly pressed against
his friend's buttocks. Then he started to set his pelvis in a slow,
rhythmic, strong motion.

"God, how beautiful it is, my love. So... so..."

"I love you, puppy."

"I'm yours, at last."

"Put your arms around my neck and rise, I want to kiss you on your
lips." Massimo panted.

Diego did what his friend asked him, and rose towards him. Now all his
body pressed on Massimo's lap and their lips united.

"God, Massimo, it's too great!" Diego happily said, moving on his groin
to better feel him.

Massimo leaned forward to allow his friend to lie on his back again, and
so could resume his going and coming inside him.

"Oh, yes... sooo..." Diego said in a whisper, prey of a more and more
intense pleasure.

Massimo, instinctively lightly pinched Diegos' dark nipples that soon
became hard.

"Ah... ah, Massimo, I'm yours! I'm yours! Go on... It's too good... too
good... I'm all yours!" the boy moaned prey of a still growing pleasure,
"... you are my man, my mate!"

Massimo was experiencing a deep enjoyment, and not just physical. The
attitude, the words, the face and eyes of his lover were throwing him
into raptures. The excitation of one found resonance in that of the
other. They felt their excitation growing, widening, wrapping them,
until it became so intense to be out of control and Massimo felt it flow
from himself. This was like a signal, and also Diego reached the top of
his pleasure. Both moaning together, shaken by indescribable sensations.
They remained still for a moment, panting, almost stunned by the
intensity of what they felt, experienced. Then Massimo slowly withdrew
from his lover's body and held him tight in a tender embrace, cuddling
and fondling him gently.

"Oh, my puppy! I love you! I love you so much!"

"It has been great, right?"

"I never felt something so extraordinary... never before!"

"I neither," Diego said with a sweet smile, then said: "and now I'm
really yours, right?"

"Forever."

"Yes, forever." Diego echoed.

They embraced, lightly kissed, relaxing little by little.

"Diego, it is wonderful staying here, in this way. Thank you." Massimo
murmured, feeling terribly happy and moved.

"Thank you, for you have made me yours, for giving a purpose to my life,
for making me feel really a man. Until the other day I felt more a
spoiled brat, but now I feel a man. Your love, your passion transforms
me. I love you with all myself."

"Yes, I know..."

Again they fell asleep tenderly embraced. Again Diego woke up his lover
kissing him. And again they spent another day anxiously waiting for the
friendly night to come again, accomplice to their love. All day long
they talked again of their union, of what they felt. And Massimo asked
Diego to promise him that that night it would be Diego to take him.

Diego smiling nodded: "Sure, love, tonight I will make you mine and so
our union will be complete. Or rather, almost complete."

"Almost? Why just almost?"

"Because, I was thinking, it would be really complete if we could also
marry. Do you see what I mean? Do you think these are just stupid
romantic fancies?"

"No, not at all. You are so sweet, and I'm lucky to have found someone
like you."

"We will love each other forever. Massimo, are you afraid at the
thought, that it is forever?"

"No, on the contrary, it gives me a feeling of safety. I want to embrace
you, Diego. It's a pity that two men cannot do it in public. It is not
fair, right?"

"Right. But tonight I will compensate you for this sacrifice. I
promise."

The new night came and Diego, silently, went to his friends room, and
they again made love, filled with passion for each other. Diego took his
friend with anxious greed. Massimo pulled Diego to himself and received
him with an intense pleasure.

"Oh, puppy, here you are, at last. God you are strong! And beautiful! I
adore you, Diego. Do you like being inside me?"

"It's splendid, wonderful."

"How great feeling you! Let me feel that I belong to you, tell me that
I'm yours!"

"Yes, you are all mine! You were born specially for me."

"It's true, yes, I'm born for you."

"And you are beautiful, Massimo, and you are mine..."

"Yes, yours..."

Diego started to move inside him strongly and yet tenderly.

"That way, yes, puppy. Let me feel how much you do love me, tell me with
your body, with your passion. That way, love, so..." Massimo incited
him, panting, happy, giving himself up to that splendid union.

Diego continued to take him in a kind of instinctive pleasure, gentle
and yet vigorous: "Oh, Massimo, it's great, beautiful... I like it so
much... You are all mine, mine, mine!" he exclaimed excited and happy.

Both breaths become short and deep, strong, panting. The pleasure was so
sharp it become almost painful. Diego shuddered, trembled, started to
move in a fast and disorderly way. Massimo felt that also his own
pleasure was about to explode. Diego emitted a long choked whine,
strong, modulated, and then also Massimo was prey of a most intense
rapture.

Diego was continuing to shudder, and was feeling little by little the
sweet calm of the after glow. Shaken by less frequent and strong
shudders, he caressed his lover's body and smiled at him.

"Massimo, but is it always so beautiful making love?"

"When you are in love, it is." Massimo answered pulling Diego to himself
and kissing him.

"Massimo, but if each night it is more beautiful than the night before,
I will die of heart attack for the emotion. How can they say it is wrong
for two men to love each other?"

"They are silly. Or perhaps they never felt these emotions, who knows?"

"It's so beautiful! It is the most involving thing that exists."

"Yes, puppy, because we love each other."

They lay side by side, tenderly embraced.

"We are more and more united, right?"

"Sure, more and more."

"Nothing can separate us, now."

"Nothing and nobody."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2

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