Date: Tue, 07 Mar 2006 19:04:39 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Gold, Incense and Myrrh 8/9 (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 8 - A kitten for Alberto

They started working in Alberto's new disco. The uniforms they had to
wear were decidedly elegant and sexy. Alberto had them designed by
Versace. The other personnel of the disco were, more or less, all young
and handsome - they ranged from the eighteen of the waiters to the
thirty-five of the accountant; they were all slender and well built and
the least handsome of them, the sound-mixing technician, was a guy who
could turn the heads of several men or women. None of them had behaved
or gestured in any way that would suggest they were gay. All together,
it clearly came out the picture of the male that Alberto liked.

The opening was a real success - there had been a good publicity
campaign and the premises were crowded. For the occasion Alberto hired a
South-American dance-troupe. They were all really beautiful and they
performed, half naked, in a set of very erotic dances, obtaining a long
ovation and great success.

Because of his work, Massimo was mainly dealt with the two cloak-room
boys and the three chucker-outs, while Gilberto had more contact with
the two technicians and the waiters. To prevent eventual questions by
the others about their relationship with the boss, the two lovers
decided not to answer any questions with a yes or a no - they didn't
want to tell lies, but neither did they want to cause embarrassment to
Alberto with any of his employees.

Massimo overheard a piece of conversation among two of the chucker-out
boys:

"You already went to the bed of the boss?"

"Yeah. And you?"

"Not yet. How is he in bed?"

"He knows the game. He really doesn't seem the fifty-year-old he is... I
enjoyed it. He likes to amuse himself just the same we youths do, and he
is skilled..."

"Is it true he is well equipped?"

"Are you worried? Well, it's for sure not small, the right size, I would
say. And he uses it like a virtuoso. Sooner or later he will call you
too, don't worry."

"Did you go to his home?"

"Yeah, sure. A beautiful, spacious home. He let me stay until dinner
time."

"But... what does he like to do, in bed?"

"Everything. Yes, really everything!"

"Is he vulgar? Is he into SM?"

"No, on the contrary, he seems rather a romantic; not really vanilla,
anyway. But why? You look worried."

"No... it's that I... I took it in the ass just twice, when I was in the
army, and it is not that... it hurt a little and... you see?

"It is somewhat a question of getting used to it, and also the other
being skilled or not. And the boss is skilled."

"But does he also take it in his ass?"

"Sure, he does everything, as I told you. But, rather, tell me, why
don't you come to my place after closing time? So I can give you a
true-to-life demonstration of what the boss does. Are you game?"

Massimo smiled to himself. Certainly, as they all were gay, who knows
how many sagas would develope there. When, back home, he told Gilberto
what he heard, his lover just smiled.

"Two of the waiters have already made me clearly understand they would
like doing it with me."

"Really? And what did you tell them?"

"That I only like men above forty, so that set their minds and cocks at
rest." Gilberto answered merrily.

As they worked during the night, they got into the habit of making love
during the day, and this suited them. At the end of the first month,
they got their first salary. They put all the banknotes together,
spreading them on the table, and were looking at them with eyes like
saucers.

"Gosh, so much money all together, and so suddenly, makes me feel drunk.
And you, Max?"

"You bet. Little by little we can refurbish this attic, don't you
think?"

"I thought it would be rather good to save them so that, when we have
enough money, we can move to a small flat. Even just a kitchen, a
bedroom and living room, but with a bathroom and shower. What do you
think of that?"

"Sure, as you like. But I love it here in the attic, above the roofs."

"We can look for something above the roofs, then. Possibly even with a
terrace where we can sunbathe."

"Oh, yes, that would be great. Then we can also make love on the
terrace."

"That's all you think about, isn't it?"

"Of course, when you are near me!"

Alberto proved to be an agreeable and likeable man. Gradually the
relationship with him became, more than simply correct, and a reciprocal
liking developed. In his free time, Alberto often chatted with his
personnel, to get to know them better and to get a feeling of the
atmosphere. He didn't want frictions among his staff. He was decidedly a
very good manager. So, the mutual liking became, in a few months, a
friendship. At times Alberto invited the two lovers to dinner at his
home or in a restaurant, just to chat and spend his time with them. The
two youths started to be more and more appreciative of the man.

Thus, one day they were having lunch together, Gilberto said, "Alberto,
why don't you seriously think about finding a steady partner? You cannot
spend the rest of your life as it is now, can you? Everybody needs to
give and to receive love, don't you think? It's not enough surely just
to amuse himself."

"Bahhh, I'm fifty, now. Who do you think would be my partner? Moreover,
I like only young people. A youth would never be bound to an old man."

"First of all, you aren't an old man. Even your fifty years don't show,
you could be thought to only be forty. Moreover, there are also youths
who like to have a mature partner."

"I don't know. I must confess that after getting to know you two, I
started again to think of it, at times. But I told myself that at this
point I've missed the boat."

"Don't be silly, Alberto! You, who are always so enterprising and able
to do so many things"!

"Well, about my more intimate ways, I never was a drake. You see, I have
an ideal, but as with all the ideals, I know it is out of reach."

"An ideal? Do you feel like telling us?" Massimo asked.

"See, I don't ask for a Romeo ready to die for me. Neither do I ask for
an Adonis. I would like a youth, nice, honest, quiet, affectionate,
simple, faithful, that makes me feel... at home. A cat, in a word.
Independent, but always ready to get on your lap and to purr. Waiting
for you behind the door when he hears you are coming. One having his own
life but living it in symbiosis with you. One interested in what he can
get out of it, but who finds the answers to his needs in you and thus he
is glad to be with you. One able to be really sweet but also resolute. A
little less selfish than a cat, anyway. Someone affectionate to me, even
if he doesn't love me madly, and who will accept my affection. A son -
brother - friend - lover... Well, I never found such a boy. With the
boys of the disco, there is not even one I would like to have a real
relationship with. Each of the boys has a little piece of what I dream
about, but just a little piece. Therefore, I am content with the little
I can find here and there..."

They discussed the subject a few times, and one day Massimo got an idea.
What if they could get Alberto to meet Rasim? Massimo remembered well
the description that Rasim gave of his ideal lover - it seemed to fit
quite well with the personality and character of Alberto. If they could
just get the two to meet...

But how? After so much time he didn't even know if he was able to find
the Arab boy's home again. He talked about it with Gilberto. Together
they went to the park to look for Rasim, they asked after him, but it
seemed that there was no trace of him. Nobody had ever heard his name.
After several days of searching, they decided to give up and abandoned
the idea.

"Gil? While we have been looking for Rasim, I thought I would also like
you to meet Rocco and Roger, so you can get to know them. Who knows if
they are asking themselves how my story ended? Do they still remember
me? My meeting you, I owe that to those, who prevented my suicide and
gave me back the courage to live."

"I too would like to meet them, so that I can thank them."

"The only one whose address I have is Roger. Rocco, I don't have a clue
how to find him. I know he is a policeman, but I cannot just go to the
police and ask how many Rocco's there are amongst them and where they
live. Can I?"

"For sure not, they would find it at least weird, in any case they would
never give a policeman's address to the first guy looking for him.
Anyway, you can try to call Roger, just for a start."

When Roger recognized Massimo on the phone, he shouted a very warm
welcome, "Good Lord, what a pleasure hearing from you again! Where are
you? What are you doing? How's your life?"

"I'm well and happy. I'm still here in Milan and work in a disco, and
now live with my boyfriend who is a DJ. And as I told him about you, I
would like you two to meet, if this doesn't bother you."

"Bother me? Absolutely not, my boy, on the contrary. Listen, can you two
come to my home one evening for supper? Oh, no, of course, if you work
in a disco..."

"On Wednesday evenings it is closed and we are free."

"That's perfect. Then we can meet next Wednesday; is that alright?"

"Very well, Roger. See you soon, then."

They spent a splendid evening together. Roger was a refined host, and he
and Gilberto hit it off at once.

"Ah, Massimo, my boy! Do you know that after you left me, for days and
days I read the newspapers afraid to read in them about you? I felt I
had not been able to help you. I felt bad. In those twenty-four hours I
grew a little fond of you. I thank you that you decided to make me part
of your newly found happiness."

Gilberto said, "I have to thank you for what you did to help my Max.
Without you and the other two... Kings, I would possibly never have had
the good fortune to meet him and to enjoy the happiness I now have with
him."

"Oh, I really did very little."

"No, on the contrary. My Max told me everything you did for him in those
twenty- four hours."

"Everything?" Roger asked, slightly embarrassed.

"Yes, sure, everything."

"In all the details?"

"Yes, and it seems to me that you were able to give him exactly what he
needed in that moment."

"Well, you are generous in saying so. Afterwards, I asked myself several
times if I acted properly. I didn't really rape him, that is, I mean, I
wanted to, but not for myself, I never liked making love in that way;
but I hoped that he, rebelling against me, could find again in himself
the strength to rebel against all the pain he was suffering. But later I
asked myself several times if mine was the right... therapy."

"It seems it really was, Roger." Massimo said with a smile.

"Well, my boys, now that we have met, let's try not to lose contact
again, all right? Would you give me the address of the disco where you
work? So that I can show up there now and again. And possibly also hook
some nice boy who likes black meat. You told me it is a mixed disco,
right?"

"Yes, possibly forty per cent gay patrons, and all us employees are
gay."

"Very good, the old satyr found the right bread for his teeth..." Roger
giggled in self-irony.

Massimo and Gilberto found their ideal home - it was on the tenth floor
of a new building, with elevator and central heating, composed of a
small entrance room, a spacious living room, two bed-rooms one large and
one small, kitchen and bathroom, set out in an "L" shape around a large
terrace. They asked to have the telephone and moved there, after
furnishing it. They used the bigger room as a studio for Gil's work and
the smaller as a bedroom. And the terrace, once the good weather came,
would be a perfect solarium were they could sunbathe (and make love)
totally naked without being seen. As soon as they settled into the new
place, they first invited Alberto, then Roger, then also a couple of co-
workers with whom they were friends.

Christmas came and Massimo could at last have the Nativity crib he
desired - besides the Holy family with the ass and the ox, there were
only the three Kings (Rasim, Rocco and Roger), an Angel (Diego) and two
shepherds (Massimo and Gilberto). They were small wooden statues from
Val Gardena, about forty centimeters tall, very beautiful that Gilberto
got for his lover just before Christmas. Massimo was happy and moved as
Gilberto also bought the angel-Diego.

On Christmas Eve, before the disco opened, they went for a stroll
downtown to enjoy the Christmas atmosphere. They were wandering about
aimlessly, serene, looking at the shop-windows full of lights and
colors, when Massimo squeezed Gilberto's arm.

"That one, there... that's Rasim! Yes, that's him!"

"Run, call him before we lose him!" his lover said.

Massimo ran, followed by Gilberto. Rasim was walking fast. He turned a
corner. Massimo was afraid to have lost him, but when he too turned the
corner, saw him standing in front of a confectioner's shop-window.

He reached him and asked, "May I buy you a tartlet?"

Rasim turned and looked at him with an air just slightly sullen, but at
once recognized him and broke out a dazzling smile.

"God bless you! You are Massimo!"

"Hi, Rasim. How are you?"

"This is really a wonderful Christmas present. How are you!"

Meanwhile Gilberto had reached them.

"May I introduce you to my man? This is Gilberto; Gilberto, Rasim."

"How do you do, Gilberto."

"I'm happy to meet you at last, Rasim. Massimo told me a lot about you."

"I'm so happy I've found you again, Rasim. I looked for you for ages."

"Don't you remember where I live? I'm always there."

"No, I couldn't remember. You know, that night I didn't really have my
wits about me. But tell me, how are you doing?"

"My usual life. I'm OK. I've good clients, I can't complain."

"But... always clandestine?"

"Eh, what can I do? I'm afraid I will be clandestine forever, or until
the law catches up with me. But you, rather, you seem to be alright. And
he - you have a splendid lover. I'm happy for you. In these two years I
often prayed for you, do you know that?"

"Thank you. I too thought often of you. Listen, Rasim, he and I work in
a disco, we're on duty this evening, unhappily, but we would be pleased
to meet you again and to spend some time together, if you feel like. Do
you have a phone, now?"

"Yes. And I also had calling cards printed. Wait, I'll give you one." He
said pulling out a small card.

There, written in an elegant script was just "Rasim" and under it just
the telephone number. Rasim wrote his address on the back and gave it to
Massimo.

"I too would like spending some time with you. Tonight I'm free. Could I
come to the disco?"

"A very good idea. And when we close, you can come to our home. There is
a spare bed for guests. You can sleep there and tomorrow we can have
lunch together. Are you game?"

"I hoped you would take me to your bed." The boy said jokingly.

Massimo answered with a smile, "That's not possible. He and I are really
in love, and between two who are in love..."

"... there is no place, of course. I was just jesting." Rasim said, more
to Gilberto than to Massimo.

Gilberto nodded. "So, will you come, Rasim? We would be really pleased."

"Yes, I'm coming. Anyway I have no engagements for tomorrow. Will you
give me your address, anyway?"

Rasim showed up at the disco after eleven. He greeted his two friends,
then danced all night long. More than one of the patrons tried to
approach the handsome Arab. He then made clear that he did it for money
and if the guy accepted, Rasim gave him a card.

"Tonight I'm busy, but if you call me after tomorrow..." he said with a
cheeky smile and dived again onto the crowded dance-floor.

When the disco closed, Rasim was waiting for them on the pavement. They
went home together, opened the sofa-bed in the living room for him and
showed him where the toilet was.

"It's late and we are quite tired. I think it's better to hit the sack
now and leave till tomorrow the thousand things we have to talk about."
Gilberto said.

"OK, big boss. Good night, then." The boy said merrily and winking, he
started to undress.

The two lovers went to their room. "Well, what do you think of him,
Gil?"

"I like him. He is merry, handsome and, it seems, sweet. Who knows, he
could be the right mate for Alberto..."

"And vice versa. Tomorrow we will tell Rasim and, if he's interested, we
will talk with Alberto. Then we'll arrange a meeting."

"The proof of the pudding will be in the eating..." Gilberto concluded.

The following morning, after talking about their project between them,
they prepared lunch. While eating, Massimo broached the subject.

"Rasim, when we first met, you told me about how much you would have
liked to be able to stay in Italy."

"Yes, sure, as long as they don't arrest me..."

"If you had a work permit, you would have no more problems, not so?"

"Sure, but who do you think would hire me? Moreover, what job am I able
to do, beside hustle? And hustlers cannot get a permanent visa..."

"But if you found a man that liked you, he could possibly help you to
stay legally, in one way or another."

"Rather! Several men promised me that, but then... Someone who knows you
are a hustler, won't trust on you as a lover. They wouldn't believe I
would be able to be faithful. You see, it's not that I complain being a
hustler, mainly now that I can choose my johns. But I don't really like
it so much. If I could, I would easily stop. I'm now twenty-one, I would
like to have a... normal life. With my man, like you two. With a regular
job. Somebody to take care of and who takes care of me. Bah... those are
just dreams, I'm afraid. But I continue to dream. Dreams are free, and
don't hurt anybody."

"That's one of the reasons we were looking for you, Rasim. We possibly
know the right man for you. Of course, it is up to you to see if you
like each other. Anyway, he is fifty-one years old, though he looks ten
years less. He's not beautiful, but fascinating. He is rich,
good-hearted, and he is looking, to use his own words, for a cat."

"A cat?"

"Yes, a young man, affectionate, willing to jump on his lap and to purr,
but with his own personality and independence. He too seems to be
looking for somebody to take care of and who would take care of him.
Therefore, before telling him about you, we wanted to know if you are
interested in meeting him. He can, we are quite sure, give you a job and
get you a permanent working visa."

"It seems almost a fairy tale. And who is this man?"

"The owner of our disco."

"Good gracious! He has to be really rich, then!"

"Sure thing."

"But wouldn't he think that a hustler like I am is going with him just
for his money?"

"It's up to you to show him it's not so. In the past he had only
negative experiences, people who wanted in one way or another exploit
him. Therefore he is now rather distrustful. But he is our friend and if
we introduce you to him, he may accept try, at least. Would you like us
to tell him about you?"

"Yes, sure. But don't portray me too nicely. Tell him straight out, who
I am, what's my job now. And then see if he wants to meet me all the
same."

That same evening Gilberto asked Alberto when they could speak in
private, with Massimo, without being disturbed.

"Ah, not tomorrow. Three of the waiters are coming to my place for a
little orgy. I never tried a foursome, and as the boys seem to like the
idea, I'll try it. Day after tomorrow? You can come and have lunch at my
place. Is that OK?"

"Yes, that's good."

"But... is there some problem?"

"No, no, not at all. We just wanted to talk with you about cats."

"About cats?" Alberto asked with surprise, evidently not remembering the
expression he had used.

"Yes, we will explain to you day after tomorrow." Gilberto answered,
smiling amusedly.

"If you are asking me to take an animal in my home, forget it, the
answer is no. Piero would never forgive me such a thing."

"Piero? Who's this Piero?"

"Oh, yes, you don't know him. He's the man that comes to do the
housework every evening. A good man, but when I hired him he said
straightforward: only if you have no animals in your home, mister Sossi,
and also if you don't leave used prophylactics around..."

"Ah. But he knows you're gay?"

"Sure, and he is gay too. A little in the style of an old sour maid, but
really a good man. He keeps my home as clean as new pin. He is
trustworthy and of course he is not scandalized if he finds gay
magazines around. He's lived with his lover for thirty years, a railway
man. He cleans two apartments, mine and that of a chief physician in the
city hospital, a gay man he too, an acquaintance who two years ago
introduced Piero to me. So, well, see you the day after tomorrow, then."

They went to Alberto's for lunch and spoke at length about Rasim.
Alberto seemed quite interested.

"If you say he is a good boy, it doesn't bother me he is a hustler at
present. He's had a hard life, poor boy, and it is a real miracle his
soul didn't wither. Yes, a kitten like that in my home... could be
ideal. And if I like him I can give him a job and get him a visa. He is
twenty-one, and if he is also handsome as you say, he could work as
waiter in my disco. If we fit together well, I would also be faithful to
him..."

"I don't really think you would miss other boys if you were with him.
So, then, can we organize this meeting?"

"Yes, sure, but not a formal one, it could be embarrassing for the boy,
or for me. Just tell him to come to the disco - we can start seeing each
other, to meet, then possibly I can invite him here, one thing leads to
another, right?"

Thus Rasim started to go often to the disco. Alberto felt at once
strongly attracted by the physical aspect of the boy, but gradually he
felt even more attracted by his personality. Rasim, even though he
wasn't so much physically attracted by Alberto, was soon fascinated by
his character.

The funny thing is that, although one was a libertine and the other a
hustler, more than a month elapsed before they made love for the first
time. Both of them were opening their hearts to Gilberto and Massimo, so
they followed the evolution of the relationship from a privileged point
of view and got a strong impression that the two were really made for
one another.

The first time...

"Rasim?"

"Yes?"

"I want to ask you, if you feel like, staying at my place, tonight."

"I would like that."

"Really?"

"Yes. I'm glad you asked me."

"I like you, you know? So I thought we can try becoming somewhat more
intimate..."

"Thank you."

"I'm promising you nothing... not yet."

"We do need to know each other better, Alberto."

"Yes, that's how I feel. Anyway I want you to know that what I desire is
not just to have a fuck with you. I mean... I would like it to be
something more, possibly the beginning of something more serious.
Possibly."

"We can only try, don't you think?"

After closing time, Alberto took Rasim to his home. He offered him a
drink. He didn't want to take him to his bed at once, even though his
desire was very strong. Rasim guessed it - his experience with so many
clients had refined his ability to understand others.

"Can we go to bed?" Rasim asked, after a while, with a sweet smile.

"Yes, sure, come. Here it is." The man said guiding the boy and feeling
incredibly excited. "Can we undress with the light on, Rasim?"

"Sure. But may I undress you, Alberto, and you me?"

"Yes."

They undressed each other, almost without touching each other's bodies.

"You are so beautiful." Alberto whispered.

"Thank you. You too have a nice body. Do you do lot of gym?"

"Just a little, only to keep in good shape."

They lay down. Rasim cuddled against him, skillfully caressing all the
right spots.

"Ohhhh!" the man moaned enjoying the sensations and caressing the boy's
hair.

After a while, terribly aroused, he kissed Rasim on the lips, cupped his
hands on the small, sinewy buttocks pulling him to himself. Rasim
caressed up and down his spine.

"God, my boy, you're really skilled!" Alberto said turning and lowering
himself onto the boy's body.

"You too are arousing me a lot." The Arab boy answered and they kissed
again.

"I want to take you, Rasim"... the man said in a murmur.

"Yes, me too." The boy answered, his voice hoarse.

They made love.

First Alberto took the boy from his front and loved to see in the boy's
smile and eyes how much he was enjoying being penetrated - Rasim
underlined each push of the man with a low moan of pleasure and moved
under him to increase their pleasure. Alberto thought that the young
Arab really was a cat - he was almost purring... Once in a while they
stopped to unite in a long and passionate kiss, then the man started
again to pump with gusto in the warm and pulsating channel of the boy.
Until he reached a really strong and pleasurable orgasm in the depths of
his companion.

Then Alberto wanted to be taken by the boy, who rode him with youthful
vigour and joyous thrusts, giving new pleasure to the man. Alberto loved
to feel the vigorous rod of his young companion probing inside him and
giving him pleasurable waves of delight, and feeling Rasim's hands
roaming all over his body making it vibrate like a harp... and finally
he felt Rasim flooding his depths with waves upon waves of warm cream.

Finally, not yet sated, they united in a passionate sixty-nine, taking
each other to the peaks of pleasure for the second time, caressing each
other, licking, lapping, sucking non-stop until they quenched their
thirst with one another's seed.

While they were relaxing, panting, a blissful expression on his face,
Rasim turned towards Alberto and caressed him gently.

"My goodness, Rasim, I really enjoyed it!"

"Me too."

"Who knows how many men you met who were better than I."

"Don't be silly. I don't spend my time in making lists, and I liked you
very much. Besides, you too must have met boys who were better than me,
as you say you had plenty of encounters. Amongst the boys working at
your disco, several seem to be really good... are they?"

"Yes they are, but I like you so very much. Listen, now let's take a
fast shower, then we can sleep for a while. It is already morning."

"What time is it?"

"Six thirty."

"People normally wake up, at this time." Rasim giggled.

They washed each other and nearly started making love once more, as both
became aroused again, but they restrained, and went back to the bed to
sleep. Alberto embraced Rasim, who nestled against him, feeling happy,
relaxed, serene - could he really have found his man? He silently
prayed, while he was slowly sinking into sleep.

Alberto also had similar thoughts - he really liked Rasim; he didn't
want to hope against hope, he thought while falling asleep, but...

Rasim woke up around two p.m. He felt really good. He looked at the man
still abandoned in his sleep and thought that he really liked Alberto.
He started to lightly caress his naked body. Alberto wasn't really
handsome, and yet Rasim felt strongly attracted to him.

"Oh, Rasim, what a nice way to wake up." Alberto murmured opening his
eyes and smiling at him.

"I like you," Rasim said almost in a whisper, then added, "and I really
appreciated finally being able to make love with you."

"You Arab boys, usually, don't do... everything as you did. You
surprised me agreeably. You are really magnificent, in bed as well."

"But I'm gay, and if I like a man, I love doing everything with him."

"Does that mean that you like me."

"Don't you believe me?" Rasim asked with a cunning smile and started to
caress the man more intimately.

"If you touch me so, you'll make me want you once more," Alberto
whispered, pulling the boy against him.

"Well, that's good. I hoped so." The boy answered while the man wrapped
him in his limbs and kissed him again, filled with renewed desire.

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