Date: Thu, 10 Nov 2005 09:36:07 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Alain's Diary - 03/14 (t+t+m 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 3


January 24, 1972 - Monday

Today I was alone with Solange and tried again. But she told me to stop
it. I was disappointed. I asked her if she didn't like me any more, and
she said yes, that I am good-looking and hot and so on, but she's in
love with somebody else, a twenty years old guy she met at her cousin's
home. I, without thinking, told her that I really wanted to do it with
her and then she says: "Go to the toilet and jack off, then." Yeah,
right! I think I blushed bright red. Then she tells me that she wants to
study with me because I'm nice, but that I have to stop teasing her if I
don't want to spoil our friendship. I got pissed off. She's the one who
has always been teasing me, not the other way around. So I stood up and
went to the toilet to do exactly what she said. While I was beating off,
I was thinking of her new boyfriend - which I tied him up tight and
shoved it up his ass to make him pay and was telling him "You fuck her,
so I fuck you!" I came suddenly and spurted all over, so that afterward
I had to clean everything up with toilet paper. When I went back,
Solange asks me unbelieving: "You really went to jerk off?" and I
answered yes, so that she can be sure I would not touch her. She laughed
softly and gave me a light caress but I pulled back and asked if she
wanted to study or what. So, with Solange it is over. She can go to be
fucked in her ass by her twenty year old guy, the turd. I really think
that I won't study at her place any more and that tomorrow I will ask
Didier if he can take me home on his motorbike.


25th of January '72, Tuesday

Didier gave me a ride on his motorbike. Being like that, holding on to
him tightly, feeling his heat, then the bike vibrations, I got a hard on
and I hoped he wouldn't be aware of that.

Didier, my brother, is in bed with the mumps. He is now sleeping. We all
had them, so there is no danger. Mum seems to be a little better and
says that it is only a few days more. If he is a boy, they will call him
Eric, and if she is a girl, Eve. I never noticed that, but they chose
our names in alphabetical order, so, the new born being the fifth, his
or her name has to start with a E. Dad explained that to me yesterday,
he never told me before and I really didn't notice it. Dad is more and
more tired, he works too much. So we don't see him at home very much,
and I miss him, because I feel really good with him when he is not so
tired, like he is now, that he almost can't talk and just grumbles. Poor
Dad!

Babette has a boy who is hanging around her, even if she says it is not
true. But seeing how gentle he is, and how she looks at him, I really
think they are necking. Who knows if they too do the things I did with
Solange? Probably yes, it would just be natural. But it has a weird
effect on me thinking about Babette giving him head... And does she take
it in her ass to remain a virgin?

Solange, now that I told her I won't study with her any more, is pissed
at me, the little bitch. Well, tough shit. I don't need her to study,
especially since I'll probably go to study at Didier's house. He needs
some help and I'll help him gladly.


Third of February 1972, Thu.

Today at four p.m. Mum didn't have a baby, she had two! Twin boys, so
they named them Eric and Etienne. Tomorrow we will go to the clinic to
see them. Dad got the day off, so he was there. He's happy, but also
worried: he didn't expect two just in one go! He now has to support
eight people. I told him "Dad, I'll stop going to school and I'll find a
job." but he said that as long as he is alive, and has two good arms, I
have to study, because he will provide for the family and he doesn't
want me to end up like him. And then, he added that anyway now, whether
the Pope and the priests are happy with it or not, he will be more
careful so that there will be no more children, at least for a good
while. And he said that in two years I'll graduate and then I could help
him, so that he can slow down. Then he asked me if by chance I don't
like school, and I told him that yes, I like it a lot, mainly now that
the history teacher has changed and I have no problems with the new one.
He laughed, then asked me: "Would you like to go to the university,
after you get your bac? I can still plod along if you want to continue
to study, I'm still young." I told him no, after high school graduation
I want to find a job. It is somewhat a lie. I would like to continue,
but he can't continue the way he is, my poor Dad, it would not be fair,
he is doing already too much for us. Last year I didn't care about
attending the university. It is probably Solange's fault if I changed my
mind... But it is all right this way.

Babette fixed our supper. She does the biggest part of Mum's chores,
even if I try to help her and Corinne too, whatever she can. We ate,
then two of Dads miner friends came by and they went out to have a few
drinks at the tavern. I put Didier to bed while Babette helped Corinne
finish her homework. Then I started to write in this diary again. I
think that in a while I'll hit the bed. I'm anxious to see my two new
little brothers tomorrow.


11th of February 1972, Friday

This week lot of things happened.

Mum came back home with the little twins. They are nice and they really
are like two peas in a pod - you really can't tell them apart. Good
news: Dad got a small pay raise. He says that the boss is really humane
because he hadn't yet earned a raise but that, having two more mouths to
feed... well, he cared.

Babette got a bad grade at school and made a big deal out of it. Sure,
with her chores and all, she couldn't be as prepared as usual. I told
her not to blame herself, and I tried to console her a bit. Our aunt
Jeanne came to see the twins. Her son Horace drove her. He is already 18
years old and now works where I worked last summer. He says that Thibaud
and Philippe send me their greetings and that they always talk to him
about me, how nice I was and what a good worker I was and so on.

Then, there is one more thing I want to write about. I left it on
purpose for last.

Wednesday, after school, I went again to Didier's home to study with
him. His father owns a deli in the nearby village, and his mother helps
out there. He has an older brother who got married in May of last year,
so he doesn't live with them any more. In the afternoons we always are
alone at home, and a little we study, and a little we listen to music.
He has great LPs of our favorite rock music. Didier is skilled at
dancing the rock-'n-roll, and said he wants to teach me.

Wednesday, we were loafing on his sofa listening to music, when I
realized that the trousers between his legs were rising like a tent. I
was asking myself if he had a hard on when he, who must have noticed
where I was looking, tells me that he was turned on and asked me if it
ever happens to me too. I told him yes at times it happens to me too.
Then he asks me if, to make it go back down, I jack off as he does. I
tell him yes, since I don't have a girl friend now. He asks me if my
girlfriend was Solange, and if I did something with her. I say to him
"just a few things". And he says: "Would you believe me if I tell you
that I never did more than kiss and touch a girl's tits?" I say yes, I
believe him, but I ask him how come. And he: "Because I don't give much
of a shit for girls, at least for the moment." Then he changed the
subject.

Yesterday afternoon, as we entered his home, he tells me that he is
aware that often I get hard ons when I am on the bike with him, then he
says: "Today too you got a hard on, right?" I feel like shit, and don't
know what to say. And he continues: "To me too the bike has that same
effect. It is somewhat like jerking off, just you don't come. I would
like once to jerk off while I ride, but then, who holds the handlebars
of the bike, if I have my hand on my own handlebar?" I laugh at this and
he laughs too, then he says: "But, you could jerk me off, as your hands
are free, just to see what kind of feeling it gives." I think he's
joking, so I say: "And the people we meet on the road will think I took
the wrong handlebar, and that I'm not able to tell the difference
between a male and a bike!" And he says: "I know a road where nobody
ever goes. It has such an old asphalt surface that the bike vibrates
even stronger... It would be great, don't you think?" And I, still
joking, say: "Sure as shit. We just invented the motorized jerk off!"

The telephone rings and he goes to answer it. Then, when he's back, who
thinks any more about that subject? - So we start again to study.

But this afternoon, coming back, at a certain point he turns onto a road
I didn't know. "Where are you going?" I ask him, surprised. And he says:
"This is the road I was telling you about. Go on, take my prick out and
beat it. It's already hard." I feel like shit, and he says: "Go on, what
you waiting for!?" And then, I don't know what happened to me, I got a
hard on at once and didn't feel ashamed any more. From behind I lowered
my hands and felt his cock pushing against his pants. So I lowered his
zipper, reached in and pulled it out and started jerking him. His dick
filled my hand. Being in back of him I couldn't see it, but I could feel
it, hot and hard, and I was really aroused having it in my hand and
beating it. After a while he shouts: "Here I come!" and I feel him
tremble all over, and the bike veers but he gains control and stops.
When he veered, I let go his dick and held onto his sides. He puts down
his legs, switches off the engine, pulls out a handkerchief, cleans his
cock off and puts it inside his trousers. Then he turns towards me with
a wide smile and says: "Wow, it has been great, Alain! Even better than
I thought." Then he adds "This time you got a hard on too, didn't you? I
can feel it."  and I say: "Sure, mine is still hard!" and he says:
"Right, you didn't come. If you were able to ride a bike, we could swap
positions, now." Then I, as if it was the most natural thing in this
world to say, tell him: "Well even with the bike stopped, you can make
me come, can't you?" And he says: "Then, pull it out, go on!" So,
without a second thought, I pulled it out, and the funny thing is that I
didn't feel ashamed at all. He took it and jerked me off and I came
almost immediately, I was so aroused. Then, while I was cleaning myself,
he says: "So now we are even." We went back on the bike and went to his
home, all as if absolutely nothing unusual happened.

But I still feel the heat and the hold of his hand on my dick, and the
pleasure he gave me, and still feel his dick palpitating inside my fist.
Didier's was the first naked dick I touched, I took it in my hand, and I
liked holding and beating it. I'm getting a hard on again just writing
these things and thinking about them! But he saw mine and I didn't see
his, and I would like to see it. But I think I would be ashamed to ask
him. Who knows how he will behave, tomorrow? Will we do it again?


12th of Feb. '72 - Saturday

Today nothing happened. Because there was heavy traffic on the road and
anyway he didn't even try to take that other road through the fields.
Even at home he didn't talk about it, so I didn't either, even though I
wanted to.


20th Feb. 1972, Sunday

Today Horace came to see us with his car, and with him there was also
Philippe, the guy from my summer job, who says that they were now
friends. When he heard my cousin was coming to see us, he asked to come
for the visit. On the one hand I was happy, but on the other also
somewhat embarrassed because of the way we parted the last time, when he
wanted me to touch his rod and I was near to stretching out my hand if
that other guy hadn't entered the toilets.

At first, nothing happens. We all chat together. Corinne sits on
Horace's legs and wants to play with him, and is at once imitated by
Did", my little brother. Babette has Eric in her arms, and mum has
Etienne.

Then Philippe tells me: "I'm out of cigarettes. Is there somebody here
in your village who sells them?" I tell him yes and explain how to get
there. But he says: "Wouldn't you come with me?" so we go out. As soon
as we are alone, he tells me that he really wanted to meet me again,
that he often thinks of me, and that he is sorry I don't work at his
place any more, as we could become friends. I agree. But he says: "But
close friends, okay." I again agree. Then he comes closer to me takes my
arm and says: "It's a shame, the last day... we were near becoming...
very close. Do you remember?" I must have blushed, because he laughs and
says: "Yes, you do remember!"

Then he says: "I like you a lot, don't you have a place where we can be
safe, you and I, now?" I at once understand what he means and I swear
that I love the thought of looking again at his dick, and this time also
touching it, but for sure not at home. Too many people! It's not safe
there, but where? I really don't know, I tell him. And he at once says:
"Coming here I was thinking about that. Do you know what I suggest?
Let's go back to your house and tell them the shop is out of the brand I
usually smoke. I'll ask Horace to lend me his car to go to the nearby
village. Then we can look for a place, or even do it in the car. What do
you think?" I feel more and more like saying yes, but am also scared, it
is the middle of the day. We can be caught. It's true that I did it with
Didier on his bike in the daytime, on that side road... Philippe takes
me again by my arm and says: "So then, do you like the idea? You'll see,
it will be fun," and then he insists and at the end I say yes to him.
Going back home, I ask him: "You and Horace..." and I don't know how to
ask him, but he understands and says: "No, we just work together. But I
saw his dick - he has just a little finger in there, not a good tool
like yours!"

But when we got back home, Corinne begs to come in the car with us, and
we couldn't say no without arousing suspicion. So we really went to buy
the cigarettes. Later Philippe told me, "Now that I know the way to your
home, I'll be back to see you with Horace, and maybe we can make it turn
out right!" So, unhappily, nothing happened.


10th of March 1972, Friday

Today I tried again with Didier and I felt like a shit when, while
riding back home, I put my hand between his legs and fingered his cock.
He says, laughing: "To try it once is OK, but twice it becomes a vice.
You don't want to become a fag, do you?" Then I say: "No, what's the
matter? It seemed to me that you were the one who wanted it." "If you
mean that I have a hard on, right. But it doesn't mean that..." then I
said, hurriedly: "Sure, You are right." Then at his place all was as
usual and he didn't make any comment. Happily. I wouldn't like him to
think I am one of them. Also Philippe likes touching, and yet he is
married and has a son, therefore he is not a fag. He just likes to have
fun. I think that Didier is just ashamed, or he fears I will think evil
of him.


19th of March 1972, Sunday

Horace and Philippe came again, and this time he brought his wife and
their two-year-old son with him. As soon as we were alone for a moment,
he says: "Today we have to do it. Did you find a place?" And I say: "No,
I didn't even think about that." Then he smiles with a sly expression
and says: "But I did. Coming here I had the idea. I saw that here at
your village they are showing an R-rated movie. We can go see it, and we
can do it there." I say: "In the theater?" and he: "In the dark it's
possible to do plenty of things." "But there, in the theater?" I insist,
astounded. "Yes, sure, in the afternoon there are always very few
people, and we can find a quiet corner." And I say: "No, it's too
dangerous." Then we have to stop talking. He looks at me, I look at him
and I feel that we both desire it, but...

Mum, after a while, asks me to go buy some fresh milk for the twins and
for Philippe's son, and he at once asks: "Is the dairy farm far off?" "A
good 45 minutes on foot, at Alain's pace," Babette answers. So he says:
"Well, if Horace lends me his car, we can go together in no time." This
time nobody says they will come with us, so we two go, alone. On the
road, just out of the village, he stretches out his hand and fingers me.
"Yours is still soft. Feel mine, instead." I stretch my hand and feel
it, under his trouser fabric, nicely hard. I like feeling it, feeling
that hardness, so I continue. Philippe says: "Here nobody can see us.
Now I'll stop on the side and we can have some fun." And I say: "But if
somebody comes? It's day-time." "We will see them coming far off here we
are on a straight stretch." So he stops and at once he unbuttons his fly
and he pulls it out, really beautiful as I remembered it. I'm all upset
and tremble, I'm afraid somebody could come, but finally take it in my
hand, and I like it. He rummages between my legs and feels that now mine
too is hard, he smiles at me and pulls it out and fingers it - fucking
hell, don't I like it? Then he does something that I really didn't
expect. He bends down with his head between my legs and takes it all
into his mouth! He is a lot more skilled than Solange and I madly like
the feeling, it is like a lot of electric shocks - but of pure pleasure.
I nervously look at the road in front and on back of us, but nobody is
coming and he meanwhile is bobbing up and down with his head on my
stake. I never had it so hard! Then he stops and pushes down my head
between his legs. I never did it before, but I feel curious about trying
it. First I notice the smell of his tool, and I like it. Then also its
taste and I like that also. With his hands he makes me understand that I
am to move my head up and down as he did to me. I like feeling it
slipping and trembling inside my mouth, it is smooth and hard, and it
darts...

Then he says: "People coming!" and we rush to tidy ourselves. I feel my
heart beating so strong like as if it went crazy. A car passes fast. I
am now nervous: "Let's go, it's becoming late." and he: "Yes. But did
you like it?" I nod in assent and he, while starting the car, says: "I
too, even if we didn't come. We have to meet again and find a way to do
it in peace. Maybe I can invite you to my home when my wife goes to see
her mother. Will you come to my place?" I again nod yes. I'm almost not
able to speak, I'm still too tense and stirred and my head spins as if I
was a little drunk.


28th of March 1972, Tuesday

Today Solange asked me to go again to her home to study with her. She
insisted a lot, but I answered no. She then said that she didn't meet
that boy any more that she cut with him because she wanted to be my
girlfriend, for real. I, on the one hand, I would like that, but perhaps
I am much too proud, so I told her no. To be precise, I told her: "I
don't like being the spare wheel!"


17th of April 1972 - Monday

This is my seventeenth birthday. I have been writing in this diary
exactly one year, so this evening I read all of it again. I didn't even
remember some of the things I recorded here. Perhaps it is why people
write diaries. What great reading! Memories come back, and are not lost.
Who knows what I'll write, this year? It would be awesome if in my
diary, I could read the things yet to come instead of those of the past.
Or perhaps it wouldn't, who knows?...

I was thinking again about going to the University. If we were not in
need of money, I would like to go. The more I get good results at
school, the more I like studying. I would like to become a writer. If I
had more money, I would like to buy many books - I like reading. I've
read some books loaned by my friends or the school library. I loved
Saint Exupery and Victor Hugo, and also the San Antonio, or the Maigret
detective stories. Also Moli¸re, but he is more difficult. I would like
writing my own novels. But I would have to study a lot, I think, to
become a good writer. At times I fantasize and invent beautiful stories;
at least they seem beautiful to me. But who knows whether others would
like them? For the moment I content myself thinking about them. And
then, what does one have to do to become a writer and to print books?
And then, also, reading back through this diary I'm aware that my French
is not very correct and literary.

But now, the main thing is to finish school and pass the final
examinations. Then I have to look for a good job to let Dad have some
rest.


April 23rd, Sunday

Babette's boyfriend is really nice. He seems like a rascal but he is a
good boy. Anyway I think that these two, if not actually fucking, do
something together. They didn't notice me, but I saw them, hiding behind
our house, kissing, and it was not a peck like two friends or two
innocents, for sure. Her hands caressed his small ass and his hands
caressed Babette's and I bet he had a hard on and let Babette feel it...

The important thing is that Babette seems happy flirting with him. He is
my age even if he looks younger than me. He works for the baker and may
even be the baker's nephew or something like that, the needy-relative
kind, anyway. They first met at the oven. Even though Babette insists
that "really there is nothing..." when she goes to buy bread, who knows
why, he always gives her an extra weight... especially if the owner's
wife is not around.


29th of April 1972 - Saturday

Today when I got out of school, there was Philippe waiting for me. It
was a surprise; I really didn't expect to find him there. He told me
that he knew the name of my high school from Horace. He says that
tomorrow he will be alone at home, if I want to go see him... I would
like to, but I don't know, I have to ask my folks. They probably will
say yes. He says: "There is a train coming at 10:27, on Sunday. I'll
wait for you at the station. If you are not on that train, we can make
it another time, but try to come, I'm really longing for it." I told him
yes.

Back home, I asked my mother and she said yes. "He is likeable, that
Philippe, and then he works there in the factory and he can possibly
help you get hired again, next summer. Yes, you can go. Give my
greetings to his wife and tell them to come to see us again." Of course
I didn't tell her that his wife will not be at home, and that Philippe
and I will be alone.

Solange, when she got off school, there was a boy waiting for her and
she gave him a kiss then looked at me to see if I had noticed that. For
sure she hopes to make me jealous, or perhaps she wants just to tease
me, but I don't give a shit. When I feel like it, I'll look for another
girl, less of a bitch than her, and who makes less of a fuss about
fucking.


30th of April 1972 - Sunday

With Philippe it has been fun in the deepest meaning of the word! He was
waiting for me at the station and as soon as he saw me getting off the
train he was as happy as can be. He at once took me to his apartment and
we had just entered, just enough time to shut the door, when he was
already undressing me. I was surprised, but not at all embarrassed and
in a moment I was naked, then he undressed himself too. He really has a
beautiful manly body and seeing him completely naked is lots more
exciting than just seeing his tool. He said that I too have a beautiful
body even if I am still a boy. He is a well shaped man. I asked him if
he works out to have such a body and he says yes, he often goes to play
tennis in a club, and swims a lot in the river.

Then he took me to the double bed where he sleeps with his wife and we
lay down. We took each other in our mouths at the same time, that is, we
did a 69. He explained to me that that is what it is called. It was
really very good and agreeable doing it that way. I was so turned on
that I came first. He swallowed it all, without even trying to pull
away! Then he tells me "I'm coming, Alain, you drink it too." I didn't
know if I would like it, I never tried it before, but I nodded and
continued. His orgasm came soon and I felt the jets and squirts fill my
mouth. It was warm and thick. I try to swallow but it startled me so
that I gagged and tears come out. When he pulled it out of my mouth he
realized what happened, so he says "Spit it out here, on the towel, go
on!" and I spat it out. But the taste lingered in my mouth. It is not
bad, after all. He asked, "Is this your first time?" and I said "Yes, I
couldn't..." "Don't mind," he told me. He smiled and stroked my hair.
Then I asked him "You, it is not your first time?" He laughed, "No no."
And I asked, "But do you like it?" "Oh yes." Then I asked, "But who did
you do it with?" "Oh, people you don't know." And I ask him amazed,
"People? You mean more than one? Many?" "Yeah sure, you are not the
first, but I like you. And you, how many have you done it with?" So I
tell him about the prostitute, Solange and Didier. "Just those?" he asks
me amazed. "Yes" I say and he "Well, you're still so young, you have
plenty of time. But do you like a man or a woman best?" "I don't know.
Both I think. But I prefer to look at men, the male is more beautiful."
"Oh yes" he says, "between males it is really a lot better."

Then he gave me one of his robes, so we went to the kitchen and he fixed
some food. He is a good cook. Then we watched some sports on TV. Then he
says "Before going back home, do you feel like making it again? I'm
getting another hard on, just being near you. I really want it again." I
say yes without hesitation and so we went back to his bed. This time I
really want to swallow it, I think. So when he exploded, and this time
he was first, I swallowed it all. It's not so difficult. It has a weird
taste but not bad, and this time it seems to me it is even sweeter than
the first time, but I could be wrong. Anyway I had only a little
difficulty in swallowing it all. I liked the aftertaste well enough. No,
it is not really a weird taste, just a little odd.

And Philippe is really a good-looking male. It's evident he does work
out at sports.

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CONTINUES IN PART 3

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