Date: Mon, 07 Sep 1998 12:16:11 +0000
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: Akim-Akim-03

THIRD

He was calculating the marks for the end of the school year when Carla
phoned to him.

"Piero, what do you think about having dinner with me?"

"Well... I'm calculating my students averages..."

"Come on, I wouldn't steal too much of your time. We go to a pizza shop
behind the Monte and then straight back home, promise. But I need to
talk you."

"Problems?" Piero asked, getting seriously alarmed.

"No, just a chat, but..."

"OK. Are you going to fetch me, or it is my turn to come?"

"I'll come. In twenty five minutes."

While eating their pizza, Carla said, with a casual air, that she
thought she might be pregnant.

"You think?"

"Yes, I've missed my period."

"Possibly it's just late..."

"No, I'm so regular. And now it has been ten days . Tomorrow I'm going
to have a pregnancy test."

"But... are you happy or not?" Piero asked.

"Happy."

"And Beppe? Did you tell him?"

"Of course. He's happy too."

"Then I hope it's true. It must be great to have a child."

"And you; why do you wait?"  Carla asked unexpectedly.

Piero was taken by surprise at the question. He didn't like to talk
about his private life and his mother's questions were just as heavy:
"when will you get a girlfriend? when will you get married? You are now
twenty six, it's time to think about it, no?" He felt tempted to tell
Carla that he would never have a child, because he was gay, but kept
silent. Carla was looking directly into his eyes, and said:

"What's up? Some problems?"

"Problems? No..."

"Your eyes... a look of sadness was in them..."

"Sadness? No, not at all."

"Nevertheless... We are friends, right? If you have a problem..."

"Thank you. No problem, really."

"Piero, I don't want to be nosy, your private life is your business, I
know, but... Well, see, each time I barely touch some arguments about...
about your private life, I see that look in your eyes, just like a
moment ago..."

"A look? What look?" Piero asked trying to assume a casual, easy tone.

"As if there was something you wanted to tell me, but... but you can't,
you aren't able... I don't know... but my sensations are clear and
always the same."

"At times..." Piero started, but then kept silent.

"At times?" Carla encouraged him.

Piero looked at her and saw a warm smile, sincere, full of real
availability, sweetness and instinctively he felt that yes, he possibly
could risk it.  He had to take the risk. At least once, at least with
one person, a friend.

"It's not easy, Carla."

"What's not easy?" she asked almost in a whisper.

"It's not easy to completely open up with somebody, to let himself go,
to eliminate all his defenses, really all of them. It would even be
difficult if it was with a lover, I think, it is difficult..."

"It's true. But it is... good for the soul. I don't want to force you. I
just would like you to know that I love you like a brother, possibly
even more than a brother. And I think I'm able to listen, to
understand..."

Piero smiled to her, grateful for those words, but yet unable to tell
her what was that veiled his eyes in some moments. He felt grateful to
Carla she didn't insist, she kept silent, she was respecting his
freedom. And finally he said, in a jiffy:

"I like males, Carla." and as soon as he said those words his heart
stopped, his breath stopped, all the world stopped like waiting for a
verdict. That came:

"That's all?" Carla asked with a sweet smile.

"That's all..." Piero murmured and the world started to spin again, the
breath to flow, the heart to beat.

Carla was saying nothing, but her eyes, her smile spoke in her behalf.
She accepted what Piero had said to her, she accepted Piero like before
- nothing had changed.

"Thank you, Carla." he said, with a ghost of a smile.

"For what? But... are you happy or not?" she asked with the same tone he
had when he asked her the same question about her pregnancy.

"Happy."

"Well, this is important. Do you have a... boyfriend, now?"

"No. I had a boyfriend, or better, two. But it's all is over."

"Did you suffer?"

"A little, especially for the second one."

"And now."

"I'm fine."

"Good." was her comment.

They started to eat pizza again and talked about other subjects. But
Piero was happy. Later, while she was taking him back home, Piero said:

"Thank you Carla."

"What for?" she asked, really curious.

"Having accepted me."

"Oh... but it is natural, no? I love you, you know it."

"But people have a prejudice against us gays."

"But I'm not... the people. Each person has the absolute and
indisputable right to live his own sexuality in peace, as long as he
doesn't harm others. And for sure you aren't the kind of person to... to
harm others. You are sweet, generous, intelligent and good hearted..."

"Now you confused me. Stop it, please..."

"Dumb ass! It's all true. I really cannot see you as a pervert or a
corrupter of innocent teenagers!"

"I'm really not interested in teenagers, physically, but men, that are
consenting adults..."

"That's it. So it's just your business who you choose, right? People
could be mean, it's true... but I'm not, thanks goodness. And I love
you..."

"I love you too, Carla. Thanks, anyway."

Piero went up his flat and resumed calculating averages. Then he
corrected them, taking into consideration the commitment each boy had
shown. Some low mark increased, some remained the same, but not too
many. This was not because Piero was indulgent, but because he was able
to lead, through out the school year, everybody who was willing, to an
acceptable level.

He recalled Carla and smiled to himself. His friend's reaction made him
feel good. He was happy he had lowered his defenses with her. But he
realized he was lucky, because it was rare to meet people like her, so
open minded and balanced. So very rare. Before he loved Carla as a
friend, but now he valued her... twice as much. And that was not just
because he was involved.

When he finished his averages, he looked at his watch. He decided to go
out, to have a walk in the Valentino Park, before supper. He went far as
the Medieval Borough, he loved so much, even if it was just a
reconstruction. And recalled his first man.

He wasn't Luigi!

His name was Gianni. He met him in the gay disco, thanks to Marco. The
first time they just exchanged a few banalities. Gianni was a waiter at
the Saint George Restaurant, right there at the Medieval Borough. A
handsome young man, twenty eight years old, straight light brown hair,
tall like him, lean. Reserved. They met again five days later, again at
the "Angelo Azzurro". They danced a while together but almost without
touching. Gianni was a good dancer and Piero liked to look at him.

"You're great!  I like the way you dance." Piero said trying to over
come the music with his voice.

"I'm taking lessons in modern dance..." Gianni said, apologizing, and
that provoked a tenderness in Piero: how different from Marco, he
thought, and from all the others. He didn't boast and that was one point
to  his advantage.

The third time they met, Gianni offered him a drink and they spent all
evening together, talking for a long time. He discovered that Gianni
loved photography.

"Nudes?" Piero ventured.

Gianni, smiled and shook his head, no: "Houses, trees, foreshortening...
Corners forgotten by everybody, unusual views. You know, things
everybody sees, every day, but that nobody notices, looks at,
nevertheless they are there, in their beauty... But just black and white
pictures."

"As real artists do." Piero commented.

"Well... the black and white emphasizes the essence of things ." Gianni
replied.

Piero thought that Gianni was handsome, and desired him. But the other
one didn't gave him any hint that he desired him, so he didn't dare make
the first step. They went back to dance. Piero noticed that Luigi was
flirting with a boy and thought that that one perhaps had a place to go
to, and felt a little bit of jealousy, of envy. Then he looked at Gianni
and asked himself with whom would he like to have his first experience? 
Was it with Luigi or with Gianni?  From the first one, he had sensed his
desire for him, even if he now seemed interested to another boy... from
the second one, he didn't feel desire, even if now he seemed interested
in just to him...

"What are you thinking?" Gianni asked him, putting his head close to
Piero's so that he could be heard.

That close proximity gave Piero a quiver, and he said: "About you."

"About me?" the other echoed as if he was rather surprised.

"Yes, about you. I like you." Piero hesitantly dared.

And he saw Gianni's eyes begin to shine, to lighten in a sweet smile,
then Gianni again approached to him and said: "Me too.  I like you.   A
lot."

"You never said that to me..." Piero protested, happy.

"I didn't dare. You seemed to have eyes only for Luigi..."

"Want to get out here?" Piero proposed, feeling his heart beating loud.

The other one nodded yes, smiling. They said farewell their friends and
left. They walked toward Castello Square, in silence, for some minutes.

Then Gianni said: "Luigi told me that... that you still haven't... done
it."

"It's true but... I want to do it."

"Luigi is looking for a place, he says he will be your first man..."

"That's what Luigi says, not me."

"Aren't you in love with him?"

"I don't have the time, or the occasion to be."

"That's why I never told you of my feelings, even if I like you a lot
and... I desire you."

"I'm here." Piero simply answered, but behind those words there was an
offer, or rather a request.

Gianni lightly squeezed his arm and for a while said nothing. Then
asked: "Would you like it to be tonight, or do you prefer that we know
each other longer?"

Piero smiled and thought that it was a delicate question. He thought for
a moment, then said: "Tonight. It is a way to know each other better,
right? But I don't have a place. Do you?"

"Yes, not really nice, but..."

"Far from here?"

"No, in Carlina Square. It is a mansard with just one room, but it's all
mine."

"Will you take me there?"

The went. They climbed the old stone stair, probably the old back stair
of the mansion that once belonged to some noble family, but now rather
dilapidated. Gianni opened a door to the long, dreary corridor, reached
in to turn on a lamp and moved to one side: "Here we are.  Please,
enter."

The one room flat was small but Piero liked it at once: it was all
whitewashed and the hidden lamp reflected on the wall and was enough to
see clearly, but it was warm and diffused, not too strong. While Gianni
was closing the door behind him, Piero looked all around. Under the
dormer window, at the center of the room, there was a low, but wide bed,
covered by a big light sky blue eiderdown bed spread with light and soft
gilded decorations. At one side of the bed, some low white cubes
contained books, probably of pictures, and on them there was a lamp, a
mini stereo deck, and some other objects. On the other side, some
shelves, again white, with bottles, glasses, colorful boxes. The wall in
front of the bed, near the entrance door which was painted a satin
black, was covered with frames with black and white pictures.

"You did these?"  Piero asked, going nearer, to get a closer look at
them.

"Right."

"They are beautiful, really beautiful!" Piero said in admiration.

"Thank you."

"Do you sell them?"

"Yes, many have been published. Some have even won prizes..."

Piero turned around and found himself face to face with Gianni. Their
eyes met, magnetized. Gianni put his hands on his waist and gently
pulled Piero to him. Their bodies hugged and Piero felt that Gianni was
aroused.  He felt his erection pushing against him through their clothes
and was pleased that he too was instantly aroused, just thinking that he
was the cause of the other excitation and that the other desired him.
It's wonderful to feel desired, he thought almost with a sense of
gratitude.

Gianni kissed him in the mouth and Piero savored that intimate and long
kiss. Gianni's hands caressed his back, his buttocks, his sides through
his clothes. Piero let himself go at those caresses enjoying them, and
shyly started to explore the other's body and felt it was sound and
quivering.

"Can I undress you?"

Gianni whispered to him, and he nodded yes.  Soon Piero felt his
companion's tongue titillate his ear lobe, then lower to his neck. Then
he felt his new friend hands slowly opening, one at the time, the
buttons of his shirt. Piero closed his eyes and thought that what was
finally happening was beautiful. The young man pulled his shirt, along
with his singlet out of his trousers, so that his hands could feel his
bare skin under his clothes, and rub his back.

Then, those hands slipped his shirt away from his arms, and it fell to
the floor.  Then, he lifted his singlet and Piero raised his arms,
making it easier for him to pull it off. Then Gianni lowered his head to
lightly suck a nipple and Piero trembled rather violently at the
intensity of the sensations that he was feeling for the first time.

Now, his companion's hands were playing with his belt and Piero was
about to help him open it, when the belt gave out a sharp "tac". Gianni
pulled down his zipper and his hand caressed Piero's erection through
the outstretched cotton briefs. The boy again trembled.  His friend's
hands crept to his sides, between the brief's elastic band and his bare
skin and pushed down, freeing him at once from his trousers and his
briefs.

While lowering his hands, Gianni crouched down in front of Piero and
when his trousers were down around the boy's ankles, the young man
cupped his buttocks.  His face approached his member, now freed and
vigorously pointed forward, hard and quivering, and kissed it.  Lightly
at first, here and there, then with full lips, then using his tongue.

Now, Piero was trembling from head to toe, his eyes closed, and his
breathing was becoming stronger and shorter. Until the other parted his
lips and let all that burning meat rod slip inside his mouth.  Piero
gave a start with pleasure, emitted a moan and opened his eyes. Looked
down and saw his companion's head starting a slow coming and going
motion on his member. Instinctively, he put his hands on Gianni's head
and caressed his hair, his ears, his forehead, to say a sweet "thank
you" for that gift he was receiving.

Then he whispered to him: "Gianni get undressed, take me to your bed...
my legs are giving out from all this emotion..."

"Do you like it?" Gianni asked, looking at him up and down, with a
smile.

"And how!"

Gianni parted, helped Piero free himself from his shoes, socks, then 
his trousers that remained on the floor in a pile together with his
briefs.  He led him to the bed, where Piero lay on his back. Gianni,
still standing, started to undress, not ceasing to admire his
companion's body:

"You are beautiful, you know?"

"Thank you..."

Piero said, confused, but pleased, and looked at the body of his new
friend that was revealing itself little by little.  He thought that it
was really beautiful, perfect and when his member appeared, he looked at
it, fascinated. It was erect, hard, but contrary to his own, instead
pointing forward, his rose up toward his navel. And how beautiful it
was, not too big, but long and tapered, smooth... perfect.

Gianni had hairy legs but the blondish hair didn't bother Piero. His
pubic hair was thick and curly, his hairless chest had just a light tuft
between his nipples. His arms, hairless towards the shoulders, become
hairy towards the wrists. When he was completely naked, Gianni asked:

"Would you prefer I lower or shut off the lights?"

"No no... I want to see you: you are so beautiful!"

"You are the beauty, I like you."

"Come here..." Piero almost implored, full of desire.

"Yes, here I am..."

Gianni answered, with a smile, kneeling on the bed.  Then laid on his
companion's body, sticking to him, legs on his legs, chest on his chest,
arms on his arms and their members in contact, pressed between their
warm and tense stomachs, and it that position they started again to
kiss. Then Gianni's legs circled and clasped Piero's legs, his arms
circled him passing under his back and Piero felt wrapped, a prisoner
and loved that sensation.

They made love for a long time.   Slowly, but intensely, and Piero let
his skilled companion guide him and was brought to unsuspected pleasure
peaks. Piero thought that making love was splendid.  A lot more than he
could have guessed. He felt completely different, full of energy, and a
wild joy. And at last, he implored Gianni, his voice hoarse for his
pleasure:

"Let's come..."

"How would you like to come?"

"What ever you want..."

"No, it's your first time." Gianni said with a sweet smile.

"I want you... I want you inside of me, please take me."

"Really you want that? I wouldn't want to hurt you..."

"It hurts?"

"It happens, especially the first times..."

"But then... is it beautiful?"

"Many like it, but other don't."

"And you?"

"Well, now... I love it."

"Then take me, Gianni. I want you to be the first one to do it. I...
trust you."

Gianni smiled and nodded yes. He reached out with his hand and took a
tube of lubricant  and a condom. Piero, in trepidation, offered him his
virginity. And moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure when he felt the
young man entering him... After it was over, Gianni, on his side,
started to fondle him and asked:

"I hurt you, right?"

"Yes... but I'm so happy. It has been so beautiful, anyway. Really
beautiful. Thank you, Gianni."

"I didn't want to hurt you..."

"I know.  I felt you try to be very gentle, that's why I accepted the
initial pain. And I was right, because now I know it was all worth it.
And for the first time in my life I came without even touching myself, I
was so excited "

"You came with me, right?"

"Yes. As soon as I felt you were going to come inside me, I came too. It
has been... fantastic, believe me."

"I believe you, it has been the same for me."

"Am I the first virgin boy you taken?" Piero asked, a faint hope in his
voice.

"Yes, you are the first one. And I thank you. It is a precious gift you
gave me, because it can be done once in a lifetime."

"And you, with whom you did it? No, I'm sorry, if you don't want to
answer..."

"No, it's not important. I was seventeen years old. It was the little
brother of my father. He was ten years older than me."

"And... was it good?"

"Yes, because for several months I wanted it. He didn't want it. Until
then, we made love just giving head to each other, and we always came
that way. But at the end he surrendered and penetrated me."

"Did he hurt you?"

"Very much, he had a very big cock... but I asked for it, so didn't
complain and was satisfied."

"Were you lovers?"

"We felt OK together, there was even some affection, but... no, not
lovers. Anyway he was married."

"Married? So he wasn't a gay."

"He said he was bisexual.. but I don't know."

"Was he handsome?"

"Well, not really beautiful. But he was very sexy and was also very good
in bed."

"You too are skilled. I... I have still to learn." said Piero with a
bashful smile.