Date: Thu, 24 Nov 2005 14:22:28 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Alain's Diary - 11/14 (adult-youth)

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ALAIN'S DIARY
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005
written on October 8th, 1990
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Dave

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"ALAIN'S DIARY" 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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Part 11


November 8, 1973, Thursday

This evening Jac is dining with his family, but later he comes here. He
told me that a few days ago his mother asked him why in the last times
he's sleeping out, and where he spends his nights; and he answered, "do
you want to know with whom I sleep?" and his mother said, piqued, "don't
be coarse, Jac. After all you are of age, you do as you please. I asked
just for a talk." And then she changed subjects so there weren't
problems. I told him, "but if she asked with whom you're sleeping, what
would have been your answer?" and he, "I'd have answered - with a
splendid person." And I, "thank you. But what if she asked you the name
of this person?" and he, with a naughty smile, "I'd have answered that
it is my secret, and when I decide to marry, I'd introduce to the family
that person." And Jac and I burst in laughter.

I'm longing for him being back here. Waiting for him I look at his
portrait. My god, how much I need feeling his hands on my body! No, even
better, all his body on my body!


13th of November '73, Tuesday

Corinne's birthday. Therefore this night I'll sleep at home to be at her
party. I'm sorry not to spend the night with Jac, but he says I'm right
to do so. I bought for Corinne a nice dress for the Sunday, with also
nice shoes and a doll. What big eyes she made! How happy she was!

Mum is getting worse. After Dad's death she never recovered. But now I'm
able to pay a good doctor to take care of her health. Babette promised
me she will take mum to the doctor tomorrow, then she tells me
something.


18th of Nov. 1973, Sunday

Ugh! Saturdays and Sundays far from Jac are heavy, even though I'm glad
to spend them with my family. It's true that we are together all the
week days and we make love every night and at times also when we wake
up, before going to work.

Today came to see me Philippe with his Paolo. He is a handsome and nice
boy. Philippe says that Paolo is a "real Italian" and that in bed he is
really unrestrained. He says that, if he wasn't with Paolo, he would
like doing it again with me, but he is faithful, also because Paolo is
jealous. I told him I can understand him, as I too am now with a young
man and I too want to be faithful to him, even though my lover is not
jealous. So he asks, "Do I know him?" and I, "no." And he, "will you
introduce him to me some day?" and I, "It'll be difficult, he ain't so
much free time and when he is free we prefer to be alone, he and I." he
smiled and nodded yes, to tell he was understanding my feelings.

Philippe is a nice man. But Jac is quite another man. There is so much
charm when we have sex that I couldn't think it could exist. Charm but
not with mawkish manners. Claude or Philippe, who were charming in some
ways, each one in his way, Claude more than Philippe, never was so
charming. Well, to be sincere, I too was not so sweet, before learning
to know Jac. But I believe I'm learning from him.

There are a lot of things I'm learning from Jac. For instance, to be
elegant even when wearing plain clothes, then also not to judge anybody,
but to try to understand them. Also a lot of other good things. At time
I think that Jac is really perfect. He has of course his faults, we all
have some, but I'm not able to see them in Jac, even with all my good
will. He says he is a little worried for that, because he feels I'm
idealizing him too much and this is dangerous, because soon or later
I'll discover his faults and will be disappointed and everything goes to
fuck off. Well, he didn't use really those bad words. But he is really
exceptional. And also he knows three other languages well as French, and
knows a lot of things, and also...

And he is so beautiful, and it is also beautiful having sex with him.
Really very, very beautiful. I continue to ask to myself: what can he
find in me? Why did he choose right me? It's like a dream.


27th November '73, Tues.

This evening, when I was out from the driving lesson, Jac was waiting
for me in his car, because he decided to take me to a restaurant in
Givors. We get there, sit down and submit our orders. At a certain point
a young man enters and from the door greets Jac and comes near us and
starts to chat with Jac who introduces us. Then the guy says, "is he
your last boy?" I feel somewhat embarrassed but Jac, quietly, answers,
"the last, yes, because after him I don't want any other boy." And the
other says, "wow, did you find the one who keeps you on a leash?" and
Jac simply says, "yes, happily." Then I, I don't know what happened to
me, say, "no, that's not true, it's Jac who keeps me on a leash!" the
other looks at me then says, "you did a good choice, he is handsome and
nice. You have all the lucks." And Jac, "You can say that. Alain is the
most extraordinary person I met in all my life..." and starts to list so
many praises that after a while I say, "stop, now, please. I'm here,
that's too much!" then Jac looks at me (and his glance is like a caress)
and tells me, "you asked me several times what I can find in you, why I
choose to be with you. I never was able to answer you in a satisfying
way. This evening that, to explain him, I was getting the right answer,
you shut me up?"

Then the guy says, "I know very well your Jac and I know that he never
says something he really doesn't believe. Thus, if he says he wants you
and only you that means that he is certain you are the right boy for
him. But now I'll leave you in peace. In a while my Gervais will
arrive." Then Jac asks him "you are still together?" and the guy, "No,
I'm again with him. We separated but then, after about eight months, we
started again our relationship." And Jac, "I bet, if you separated, that
it was your fault." And the guy, "yes, I must admit it. You know me
well, I'm not able to resist to temptations and was too much unfaithful.
But now I'm trying to be faithful. Well, my best wishes to both of you."
he says and goes to sit at another table.

Then I ask Jac, "Who is he?" and he, "Patrick? We were roommates at the
university in Lyon and were also lovers for three years." And I, "did
you breakup with him?" "Yes." "Was he unfaithful?" "I think so, but the
real reason was that I was having a crush for another boy." Then I said,
"so, when you have a crush for another boy, you'll leave me also?" He
looked at me with pained eyes and says, "No way! I'll never, ever leave
you. I'm different now, you know? I would never do such a thing again.
Do you believe me, don't you?" "If you tell me so, sure that I believe
you!" "If I leaved you, would you suffer a lot?" and I said, "No, I
would just die, at once, at this point." And he, "No, if a day I'll
leave you, it's not you who have to die, but you have to kill me." And
I, "I'm not an Algerian, an Arab..." I say laughing but he, with a very
serious expression says, "No, swear to me that you'll do that. Swear
it!" and I, unable to understand, "but why? Are you crazy?" and he, with
his mischievous smile, "because I'll never, ever leave you!"

Now he is in our bedroom, asleep. After dinner, back home, we had a
wonderful sex until it was 3 o'clock. Then he collapsed asleep. Thus I
came here to write this entry, because I don't want to forget these
things. But I too am near collapsing and now I'll go in the bed, to
enjoy my Jac's warmth.


11th of December '73, Tues.

Jac had to go to Paris and he needs to stay there for ten days,
therefore I now sleep at home with my family. He needs to check some
premises to open a new agency office for the mine. He would have liked
bringing me with him, but there were problems, as he goes to Paris with
his father and they'll be guests of some relatives. It's a pity. But he
told me that during Christmas vacation, when the offices at the mine are
closed, he wants to do a trip with me. I told him it would be wonderful,
but that I need to spend Christmas day with my family, especially now
that dad is no more alive. He said it is fair, therefore we will leave
on the 26th and will be away until January 3rd. I asked him where we
will go, but he said, "that's a surprise. You'll see. I hope you'll
enjoy the place." and his eyes were shining.

I would like making him a present for Christmas, but I really don't know
what. It must not be a silly object. But, after all, he has everything
he could desire, if he really likes something, he just buys it, even if
he is not a squanderer. Moreover, he doesn't smoke, he doesn't drink, he
has no vices (even though he often says I'm his "preferred vice"). I
hope I can have some good ideas.


December 12th 1973, Wed.

I miiiiiss Jaaac! And if I think how many days still have to pass before
he is back, I feel mad. Jac is like dope, when you take it, if you stop,
you go in abstinence crisis. But how a beautiful dope is he! No, I
haven't the slightest intention to get dope out of my system, also
because one can take as much as he wants without the danger of an
overdose.


December 15th '73, Saturday

The doctor cannot understand what Mum has, he says that the tests are
all good and nothing results, but she is more and more down. Nowadays
she spends all the day long in her bed. She doesn't complain she
doesn't... anything. I bought her a small color TV, but she light it
then doesn't look at it. It's a pain seeing her in this condition.

Etienne and Eric are growing up nicely, thanks to God. I now am able to
tell one from the other also without looking at their armbands, but all
the others still confuse them. They are one and half y.o. and are so
cute! They are also good natured, after all, they are almost never
naughty and play together peacefully, and also because Etienne does
practically everything Eric wants.

Did" has done it again! From the small balcony of the second floor, the
one looking on the road, he pissed on the head of our neighbor who was
hopping up like a madman. When, back from work, I heard that, I scolded
him at my turn. My little brother, to excuse himself, said, "But he is
an unpleasant man, that one." So I told him, "all right, then each time
you are unpleasant for somebody, we will call the guy and ask him to
piss on you. Is that ok?" He stares to my face, sees I'm not joking,
then says, "well, no. Perhaps its better I stop doing such things, I
presume." Good lord, he understood, I hope. Did" is not a bad boy,
anyway.

I miss Jac so very much. Not only to have sex with him (but also for
that). But if it was the only way to be with him, I would also stop to
have sex with him. Just for a few days, of course.


20th of December '73, Thurs.

At last, tomorrow he will be back. I spent these days badly, they were
empty without him. Also in the office there was little to do, therefore
I helped a little Miss Delors, the assistant to Madame Rochat. So time
was passing.

When I was alone I looked at his picture I have in my wallet, or, here
at home, his portrait I have here in this diary, and talked to him. Like
mad people do. He called me at the office, some times, but we could say
very little, as the switchboard girls could be listening. But tomorrow
at last he is back.

I profited of these days to spend some more time at home, therefore I
lost some driving lessons, but I can recover them.

Babette got a new boyfriend, this time almost officially. He is a new
boy in our village, his family opened a shop of household appliances on
the church's square, where he works as a repair-man as he got a diploma
as a radio engineer. He is of my same age. He is not bad at all, he
seems a little shy but he seems to have serious intentions towards my
sister. His name is Christian, but Babette calls him Chris. He is also
very handsome.


January 4th, 1974, Friday

What a trip! On the 26th I met Jac at St. Etienne railway station. He
made me leave my luggage with all my clothes at the station depot
because he had already brought all I could need. I didn't think, in that
moment, that this diary was in my luggage, therefore I can write down
everything only now that I'm back.

Well, we went to Lyon by train, and from there to Paris by plane. Here
we boarded another plane going to Papeete and Thaiti. The plain excited
me, it was my first time. I almost never moved my nose from the small
window. You could see everything just like on a map, besides the parts
covered by clouds. But also flying over or inside a cloud is great. And
then, in the plane they give you food in a small tray and there is also
a screen with movies!

When we reached the place, it seemed like being in the garden of Eden.
Besides a very fair weather, everything is so green and full of flowers
and of butterflies and marvelous birds and also the natives are
beautiful, especially on the smaller islands, possibly because they
didn't mix with us French people. Jac booked a bungalow just for us,
having all the facilities like a luxury hotel suite, but instead of a
suit you have a small house just for you, and immersed in a wonderful
garden.

And then, making love with Jac in full day, under the sun, on a tiny
atoll where a native brought us with his small boat, and then came later
to take us back, so that we were alone with the nature and were naked
all the time. It was so beautiful feeling my man entering me and moving
at the same rhythm of the waves on the shore, then being welcomed by him
and taking him while the sunrays were shining in his eyes and a gentle
breeze was caressing our bodies... and our pleasure moans melted with
the birds songs... At a certain point I felt so happy that I said, "I
would like dying now, as I'm already in paradise."

Jac looked at me puzzled, then asked, "and would you leave me alone?"
and I, "no, never ever. Without you, that's true, paradise would be no
longer paradise, but a kind of limbo." So he said, "then, it's better to
be alive, isn't it?" "With you, yes, it is." "Do you like being with me,
Alain?" "It's the best thing in my life. You are the most wonderful
thing in my life." "So, then, you'll never leave me?" "If it's not you
to leave me, Jac, I'll never leave you. I'm not so crazy!" and he, "but
I too will never leave you. I'm way too much in love with you!"

I looked, feeling funny, into his eyes and asked, "In love?" "Yes, why?
Don't you know that?" "no. You never told me. And I never thought about
that." And he, "do you feel weird I said that?" "I never heard that two
men, two males, can also be in love. I never thought of that." Then he
asked me, "If it was possible, wouldn't you marry me?" I remained there,
agape, but then remembered Guy who told me and Claude that two men can
also be like married. Meanwhile Jac says, "I would like marrying with
you, Alain. 'Cause I love you. I want to spend all my life with you, I
want to have everything in common with you. Forever." And I was there,
looking at him like a dummy.

I think that Jac took badly my expression, even if he said nothing. But
I felt so dumbfounded that I didn't know what to say. I tried to
imagine, myself and him, together like my dad and mum. I felt weird. And
yet, he wanted to live with me, and I with him... is this being in love?
And then, when he says "making love" instead of how I was saying before,
"having sex", he meant that? After all, when a couple marries in the
church or in the town hall, they swear each other to live together, to
help each other, to protect each other in any occasion and for anything
and everything. And forever. But I never felt in love, therefore I don't
know what means being in love. But on the movies, when you see a boy and
a girl in love, it is not so different than what happens between Jac and
me, after all. So then, possibly we are really in love, I was telling
myself.

Thus I became convinced. And now I think we are in love and feel it is
really great. Those days there in Papeete, anyway, were really beautiful
and special. Then, back to France, I consulted the dictionary and found:

LOVE = an intense emotion of affection, warmth, fondness and regard
toward another person; a deep feeling of sexual attraction and desire;
wholehearted liking, longing and pleasure in someone or something.

That's exactly what there is between him and me! And it says "toward
another person", it doesn't say "only between a male and a female".

Yes, it is right so. Between Jac and me there is really love and Jac
made me fall in love for him and he made me understand this important
thing and he too is really in love with me. Yes, he fascinated,
conquered, and charmed me, as he is really charming.

Therefore, I can now say - I AM IN LOVE WITH JAC! I LOVE HIM!

As soon as I meet him I need to tell him.


January 7, 1974, Monday

I told him, this morning, as soon as we were alone in his office. And he
burst in tears and I was worried and he saw that, amongst his tears, and
smiled me and said, "thank you, love. You made me the happiest man in
universe!" I too was moved, but not to start crying at my turn, I said,
"if making you happy makes you cry, I'll never say something like that
again." And he smiled again and said, "it's enough, for me, if you love
me, and if you tell me some times. If you knew how much I would like to
hug you now and to kiss you!" "I know, I know, I too would like to have
you in my arms, my love. But we must be patient until this evening,
unhappily."

But time flew away strangely fast and at the evening I didn't go to the
driving lesson, nor we did have our dinner but we made at once love and
it was like it was our first time, and I felt we were again there on the
atoll, under the sun.

And we united, he in me then I in him, and then again, and we weren't
willing to stop. And while we were making love, I was thinking - he
loves me, I love him! And also making love had a totally special and new
taste. It was wonderful and indescribable. Also the rejoicing of our
bodies seemed to have another dimension. It is not that before it was
absent, but before I could feel it was that way but was unable to
understand it, while now I'm able to give it a name. Then we fell
asleep, happy, in a warm embrace.

Then I woke up and it was 4:51 am and I came in hurry here to write down
these things, even though I can see they are more beautiful than I'm
able to write. I'll never become a writer. But I don't care, because I'm
the beloved of Jac and this is a lot more than being the most famous
writer on the earth and of all times.


January 19, '74, Saturday

It's really so, since I understood I'm in love with Jac, things are
different, different for better, of course. I feel him more and more
near me, more united to me. He says we are now just one thing. It is
really so. All my life is different, now, more beautiful. Has a meaning,
now. We live to make happy another, the other, that one, right him, not
just somebody. It's also a big responsibility. But it's easy making
happy my Jac. And now I like being able to tell him, once in a while,
even in the office, "You know, I love you!" a word so short but so
important. And he brightens up. I have the power to make him happy.
That's really great. Life is a feast, in this way. Jac is my feast.
Making love is a celebration. Making love is building love.

Babette asked me, "what happened? You're different in the last days. You
seem even more handsome. Are you in love, possibly?" I would have
answered: yes, with my Jac. But unhappily I couldn't, I didn't dare. If
she knew and could not understand, she would be pained, and then I too.
But it was near slipping out of my lips. Because something so beautiful
you feel like telling to everybody, to write it in capital letters on
the walls, to shout it from the housetops.

Babette, as I didn't answer, said, "I understand, you still don't feel
ready to tell me. But I can read it on your face. I too am in love with
Chris, therefore I can read such things. I hope you found the right
person for you, dear big brother. You deserve that." And I was thinking,
"yes, he is the right person. It's a pity I cannot tell you, my dear
Babette." Then I thought that she said "the right person" and not "girl"
or "woman"... and asked myself if she understood everything... But I
don't think so, I think it is just a word, without a meaning, unhappily.
It is very sad not being able to open up totally with the people you
care more. Well... you cannot have everything in your life... and I have
Jac, and that's enough for me!

February 3rd 1974, Sunday

Today is Eric and Etienne second birthday and I have really done it. I
thought to throw a small party for the twins in a restaurant in Firminy,
with all the family, taking advantage of the fact that Mum is at the
hospital for a few days. I wanted also Jac to come with us, without
telling he is my boss' son, but just a friend living in St. Etienne. So
he could at last meet my family. He was very happy and all seemed to go
on nicely. Jac has been really sweet with all my sisters and brothers.
Afterwards he took all of us back to our village. Did" and Corinne were
talking only about Jac.  Babette was silent but I didn't care, as I
thought she was just tired, or possibly worried about mum.

Then tonight, after sending everybody to bed, Babette calls me apart,
downstairs, in the kitchen, and says, incredibly serious, "You and Jac?"
and I, that felt a cramp to the stomach, manage only to say, "I and Jac,
what?" and she, at half voice, "you two are in love." It wasn't a
question. She just said it so very serious. And I didn't know what to
say, so I begin, "Babette, don't you think..." but she puts her finger
on my lips as to ask me to shut up and says, "don't tell me a lie. We
never lied to each other, you and I." and become silent and stares in my
eyes and I lower them. And inside myself I say, "explain to her it is
something marvelous, that you have noting to be ashamed of, make her to
understand. Try, at least, perhaps she can understand." But I cannot
find the courage and continue to be silent.

Then she, with a weird voice, like if she was tired, or like she was
talking from far away, tells me, "I'm sure, I saw how you two were
looking at each other." Then, I don't know why, I ask her, "and how did
we look at each other?" and she takes my hand, caresses it and says, "my
poor Alain, like to who are in love. Just, the fact is... you are both
males. But really like two in love." Then I said, "I don't feel a poor
Alain. I am happy." How much it cost me to say these words! And she
said, "It seems so. Looking at you two, it really seems so. But it is so
queer, Alain, so weird. Why him and not a girl? How is that possible,
how did it happen?" and I, "it just happened." And she, "But... but you
both are males." And I said, "I always felt attracted to boys, since I
was a child. I always preferred men, never a girl on the contrary." And
she, "but... but are you really happy?" and I said, "I would be even
happier if you too were happy, for me, even just the half of how much
I'm happy. I would like you to try to understand that for me being with
Jac is something marvelous." And she replied, "I? I'm scared,
astonished, I can't understand." And I, "are you unhappy because of me,
Babette?" "Just astonished, but happy... no, not happy." Then she added,
"I don't want to judge you, Alain. Your life is yours. I really don't
want to judge you. But... I feel it is totally wrong. You have to think
about that." And she left my hand, went upstairs to hit the bed, and at
mid stairs she turned to say, "good night, Alain. I love you." And went
up.

I didn't think she could see it. Will she understand? Will she ever
understand? Will she understand us? Will she accept our love? Will she
accept Jac? Why people have to think that two men in love with each
other is an ugly, wrong thing? True love can never be wrong, ugly,
never, ever. I feel like crying, but am not able, cannot.

Good night, Babette. I too love you.


February 4th 1974, Friday

Jac says not to worry, because Babette really loves me and she will
understand. I hope he is right. The fact is that it took so long for me
to understand that what was happening between Jac and me was real love
and not just lust, desire... can understand that also Babette, can she
see that it isn't something queer, but beautiful? Anyway, the more I
think about all this, the more I see that now Jac comes before Babette,
before my family, before all and everything. So, if Babette cannot
accept Jac and our love, she doesn't accept me neither and as much as
this can hurt me, at this point I can't help. Philippe, Claude, anybody
else I could have left just to make Babette happy, but never Jac. Never
ever!


7th of February '74, Thurs.

Yesterday night, after making love, I asked him to tell me how he
understood he is gay and his first experiences.

He was 14 y.o. when he first understood he was attracted to boys and not
to girls. He said that as soon as he understood that, he told himself,
"I'm a homosexual". But this didn't scare nor worry him at all. He
didn't yet have any physical contact of any kind with others and he did
find relief by himself since a couple of years, but now his fantasies
were full of males. He knew what means being gay and, differently from
me or many other boys, this didn't arise any problem. He just wanted to
try but didn't know how. He told me that when he saw a nice actor or a
handsome boy, he fantasized about them, but all ended there.

Thus, for about one year, he was looking for some occasion but it seemed
that he wasn't able to find one. He knew he had to be very discreet,
because he knew very well that society is not tender with gay people.
But, as it happens at times, when you look for something you cannot find
it, but then, when less you expect it, everything goes in the right way.

It was the Summer of '62 and he was on holiday at the Bourget lake. He
was just 15 y.o. He loved doing jogging so he was running on the shores
of the lake, along the path. He stopped near a brook amongst the trees
to have a small snack, to drink and to rest for a while. After he ate,
he crouches down to drink and when he stands up again he sees someone
looking at him. This was a young man around 20-25 y.o., a German,
wearing just some very tight and very short jeans cutoffs, and a
sleeveless T shirt of blue cotton, a small rucksack on his shoulders,
and with a nice bush of blond ruffled hair that, against the sunrays,
were alight.

Jac looked at him and thought he liked him. The other looks at Jac, then
asks him if he understood German and Jac say yes. The other then asks
him if it's dangerous to bathe in that point. Jac explains him that it
isn't, in that point the bank goes down gently, without holes and
without whirlpools. The other then says he really needs to wash his body
and asks him if he can kindly look after his belongings while he rapidly
bathes and Jac says yes.

The other then undresses completely, totally bare, there in front of Jac
without even trying to cover himself and Jac makes eyes at him. The
young man dived and started to wash himself. The German had a handsome
body with a very fair skin and Jac got a hard-on just looking at him and
felt the fancy to try with him but didn't know how to do it. At the end,
while the youth was coming out all dripping water, Jac decided that he
was anyway a foreigner just passing there and then he could also take
some risks. Thus, when the young man arrives in front of him, smiling
and peaceful, Jac tells him he thinks he is handsome and he would like
having sex with him. The other continues to smile quietly and answer
with a yes and Jac is even astounded. Then Jac tells him it would be a
first for him, but it is a lot he wants to try, and that he has to teach
him everything.

The German tells him to undress, they lie down on the grass and start
having sex. Already that first time they do everything and Jac loves all
they do. He told me he didn't feel pain when the German fucked him, but
just some bother but, mixed together, also a great pleasure. He told me
that the German took him for a long while, without haste, and made him
cum even though he didn't touch himself there. Funny is that Jac never
knew the German's name even though after that first time they met again
for a full week, that is until Jac had to leave. That young man was
waiting for Jac every morning there where they first met, and where Jac
always was going to do jogging, they undressed, had sex, then the German
just said good bye and left.

I think it has been great that kind of beginning, both naked, in the
open air, in the nature, and to make sex in the right way from the first
time. When we started, Philippe hurt me, possibly because he was caring
only about his own pleasure.

After the German, for some months, Jac didn't find other possibilities.
His second man was a Nigerian, really black skinned, the opposite of the
German. This was a 17 y.o. boy, his name was Maurice and Jac met him at
the Christmas dinner at the home of one of his uncles who was then a
diplomat in Nigeria. Maurice was the son of a minister of Nigerian
government, and was studying in Paris, being a guest of Jac's uncle for
Christmas vacations. That boy was very good natured, slender and sexy,
and moved with the grace of a feline. During the dinner they were
sitting one in front of the other and Jac perceived that Maurice never
kept his eyes away from him. After the dinner, they struck up a
conversation but Jac this time didn't dare to try, even though he was
feeling a growing attraction. Thus they talked together all the day
long, never leaving the other, they sat side by side for the supper, but
nothing happens. They hit the bed, each one in his room, and Jac notices
that Maurice room is just near his own.

The following morning Jac wakes up and goes downstairs for the
breakfast, but Maurice is not there and they tell him that possibly he
is still asleep, he perhaps didn't hear the alarm clock, as he said he
intended to wake up early. So Jac volunteers to go upstairs to wake him
up. He knocks several times at Maurice's door but gets no answer.
Therefore he decides to enter. The black boy was still sleeping, lying
on his back, and his sheet stands up like a tent at the right spot. Then
Jac, little by little makes the top sheet slip off uncovering his body.
Maurice is totally naked and has a tool of a very good size, black and
hard, pointing straight up and Jac looks at it fascinated and feels the
impulse to touch it. He stretches his hand but stops, as he is afraid to
get a bad reaction from the other. But just in that moment Maurice opens
his eyes and smiles and doesn't move and Jac stays there with his hand
at a hairs' breadth from his tool, like paralyzed.

Then Maurice asks him, "never saw a naked African?" and Jac shakes his
head and pulls away his hand. Maurice raises a little his trunk and
asks, "but do you like what you see?" and Jac nods, then the other says,
"you can touch me, if you want, I would like that." Then Jac brushes
lightly his chest and Maurice says, "lower than that." And Jac caresses
his hard tummy and Maurice says again, "lower that that. Touch it..."
and at last Jac feels his cock. Then Maurice brushes Jac's lips with his
finger and says, "I would like kissing you. Do you know that I never had
sex with a white boy? I'd like doing it with you." And Jac says, "I too
would like doing it with you. But they are waiting for us downstairs,
for the breakfast." And Maurice, "all right, let's go. But tonight
you'll come here or I in your bedroom. Our rooms are close."

That same night Maurice went in Jac's bedroom and they had sex. Jac says
that that boy had a velvety skin and steel muscles, and that Maurice
made love to him with such a passion and enthusiasm that at the end Jac
was tired but the other was still full of yen. And also, Maurice taught
him to take from the front and not from the back as the German did. Jac
says that Maurice started having sex when he was just 10 y.o.  with a
cousin two years older, and they remained together until Maurice had to
move to France for his studies. Jac could have sex with Maurice only in
the days they were guests of his uncle that is four nights. But after
that they wrote each other for five or six years, even when Maurice had
to go back to Nigeria, and they were sending each other the pictures of
their boys.

Then Jac told me he had sex with many other boys. He told me about
Patrick, the guy I met at the restaurant, then about when, during his
army service, he was doing things with three other soldiers, one at the
time, but in the same period, because he was the quartermaster so he had
more freedom than the others and he found a safe place where to hide for
sex, really safe so that nobody ever suspected about them. He says that
he tried just once a foursome, but he didn't like it at all. It was
during his army service, once that all four played strip poker and
instead of money they were betting their clothes and at the end they
were all more or less naked and aroused and they had sex all four
together. But he says that it was just sex and not making love, and
that's why he didn't really enjoy it.

Then he told me that nobody, ever, has been for him something really
special as I am. He told me that he fell in love with me right the
second or third time we met at the freight-yard, and that I'm the first
one he really loves, and that now nobody can attract him any more. Then
he said, "but now I feel like to make love again with you." And we did.

Its way too beautiful to make love with Jac, so much that words are
unable to express it. Well this means that if I cannot become a great
writer, for my Jac I'll try to become a great lover.

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CONTINUES IN PART 12

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