Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2005 07:50:13 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Alain's Diary - 04/14 (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 4


May 12th, 1972, Friday

Today, coming back on the motorbike with Didier, I was thinking about
the homework I had to do for school, when he took the hand that I had on
his stomach, pushed it down between his legs and shouted at me, "Feel
how hard it is!" Without thinking twice, I leaned close to his ear and
asked, "Do you want to do like last time? Do I have to beat it off?" He
shouted back, "I don't know... it's probably better not to. I don't want
to get to like it too much." So, I asked, "What's wrong with that?
Aren't we mates, friends?" and I continued fondling him. We had to shout
to hear each other over the noise of the engine. Stopping at the side of
the road, he turned towards me with these words, "I don't know, Alain. I
wouldn't like to become a faggot, but I crave doing it." So, I looked
straight into his eyes, and said, self-assuredly, "You are not at all
effeminate. You don't run such a risk. And between real friends, it's
possible to do these things..." Then he said, "Yes, that's true. You too
aren't effeminate. But, doing it again and again... I wouldn't want to
become too used to it, you understand? Anyway... it was really great how
you beat me off the other time. It was a lot better than just jerking
off alone." So, I said, "And there is an even better way..." "Really?"
he said, "and what is it?" "Getting blown," I quietly answered. He
laughed, "Yeah, but that, it's only girls and faggots who are ready to
do it. And I don't see any of them here."  "Have you ever been blown?" I
asked. "Just once... by a fag." "Do you know a fag?"  "You know him
too." "Me? Who are you talking about?" I asked him astounded, as if I
didn't know one. "Robert," he announced, seriously. Then I, "Come on!
Robert Delormes?" "In person," Didier said, self-assuredly. "But Robert
flirts with Josiane! And he's not at all effeminate, is he? He is one of
the most masculine of us males! What bullshit are you telling me?"

"Josiane told me. She said that he goes to the movies to be done by some
of the guys there. At first, I didn't believe her, just like you now. I
too thought it was all bullshit. But then, do you remember when the
school organized a ski week? You didn't come. We all had twin bedrooms
and he shared one with me. At night I woke up, when I heard him getting
up. He was going to the toilet, I thought. But I heard him climbing the
stairs and the toilets are downstairs, not upstairs. So, I got up, and
quietly climbed the stairs but there was nobody there. Everything was
dark, silent, and the doors shut. I thought I was mistaken, and was
about to go back, when I noticed a thin streak of light coming out from
under a door, the door of our ski instructor. So, I peeked through the
key hole and saw Robert stark naked on the instructor's bed, crouching
between his legs, bobbing his head up and down, sucking him off. And
then I saw that Robert got on all fours and the instructor moved to his
back and pushed his whole hard rod inside Robert's ass-hole and started
to fuck him! I swear, I didn't believe my eyes - Robert letting a man
fuck him like a girl! I went back downstairs. After a while Robert
silently came back. I, having got a hard-on, switched on the light and
told him, 'Come here, buddy!' As he did, I pulled off the covers and
showed him my hard-on, but he said nothing. So I ordered him, 'Suck it,
buddy. Make me come in your mouth.'  'Are you crazy or what?' he
whispered, but I said, 'If you don't suck it, I'll tell everybody that I
saw the instructor fucking you in the ass.' He begged, 'No, please!
Don't ruin me!' and down he went and gave me head. He's really good at
it - and, he swallowed every bit of the come. Don't tell anybody, but I
really enjoyed it. Then, the next few nights, he wanted to give me head,
or to have me fuck his ass, but I wasn't game, because I didn't want to
become like him."

I was there, agape, and didn't know whether to believe Didier or not.
But Didier, from what I know, is not at all a bullshitter. But if a
manly boy like Robert is really a faggot, then, how can you understand
who is a fag and who isn't? So, even Philippe, or Didier, or even I
could be a faggot? I was really confused. Anyway, out of prudence, we
decided to do nothing even if both of us desired it. Can one become a
fag, or is one born so? I never thought about this problem, but now I
would really like to know the answer. Robert a faggot? Unbelievable!


May 18, '72 - Thu.

I have been observing Robert for some days at school. It seems to me
completely impossible that he is what Didier says. And if he really is a
faggot, how come he still flirts with Josiane, and she with him, even
if, according to Didier, she has to know about it? Anyway... if Robert
told me: "I'll like giving you head" I'd accept at once, and not just
once. And possibly I'd also like to fuck his ass.

I was never very close to Robert. He seems not to be friends with any of
us boys and it really seems the guy is always hanging around the girls.
At P.E. time he is one of the best and he has a body to make all us boys
envious. And between his legs, to judge from the basket in his briefs
when we change in the locker room, he seems to have a good-sized tool.
Fags, on the contrary, have small dicks, everybody knows that. No,
Didier just pulled my leg!


5/23/72 Tuesday

The school year is near its end. Mum asked cousin Horace if he thinks
they will hire me again, next summer, in the factory. Horace says that
he doesn't work there any more because he found a place where the wage
is higher. Then Mum asked me to pop up to Philippe's place to ask him if
he can put in a good word for me. So today after P.E., I went to his
home. His wife came to open the door and told me to wait as Philippe had
just come back from work and was now in the shower. I fancied his
beautiful naked body under the water spray. If his wife wasn't there, I
would have gone in the bathroom to look at it. Finally he comes out
wearing a bathrobe. I tell him why I was there, and he says he is almost
certain they will hire me again, as I gave them a very good impression.
Moreover, the warehouse helper is leaving for the army so I can take his
place and stay with him in his department. He says that five days ago he
bought a motorbike so he can come to tell me the answer, be it a yes as
he presumes, or a no. Then he tells me: "If you want, I'll dress and
take you home on my bike." I say yes and wait. His wife asks me news
about my mother and all my family and says we are really a nice family
and to greet everybody on her behalf. Philippe and I went outside. On
his bike, as soon as we are out of the town, I finger him between his
legs. He shouts, "Stop it or I'll have an accident!" and I, "It's been
too long, I want it." "Almost a month. I'd like it, too," he says. Its
dusk and the headlights are already on. "Find a safe place and stop,
please!" I say. "All right, that's just what I was thinking," he says,
and soon he turns in a small side road and stops behind some tall
bushes. We sucked each other for a good while, taking turns. Then we
ended jerking off each other until we came. "In bed, it's a lot better."
I said and he, "Yes, but how can we? At your home there is always
someone. But... if you really come to work with me, we can get
together." And I: "Get together? How? At work it will be risky. We can
get caught." "Don't worry," he says, "I've a plan. You'll see." but he
didn't want to explain it to me. Then he took me home.


18th of June 1972, Sunday

Yesterday we received our final grades - I passed again, but this year I
was sure I could, I had good marks. Then, this evening Philippe came and
he says that I can start tomorrow to work with him, as they will hire me
again, and that I'll work in his department, with him. I'm happy, so I
can bring some money home, as there is never enough. Then I'll meet
Thibaud again, and I'm really glad about that, and also about Jean and
Michel and the others. And Philippe, of course. As he dropped me off
near our house, I asked if he thought about how we could have sex again,
and he answered, "Don't worry". But again he didn't want to explain to
me how. He wanted to do something right there, but we were still too
close to the village and it was risky. We just brushed each other a
while through our trousers and were near coming in our pants, so we had
to stop.

Babette passed, of course, with full marks, and Corinne also did very
well.

Eric and Etienne are growing up nicely and are more and more handsome.
If you see them you really can't tell them apart. When they're together
at home, we can tell, as Eric is sweeter and Etienne more of a bully,
but it's difficult all the same. Anyway Mum put a bracelet on each of
them with their name on it, so it's easier. I said that we had to give
them each a different tattoo to be really sure the bracelets are not
exchanged, but Mum got mad at me. It seemed me a good idea... Errr...

Now Did" is sleeping in his bed here near my desk with the covers off
him as it is hot weather. He too is growing well. Next year I will be in
my final course and will have the final test and get my bac. The year
after, Didier will start to go to school. Happily I will start to work.
If we have enough money, I would like to give Dad and Mum a TV set,
eventually, even if it's only a black and white one. And I would also
like to buy a record player, but I may be dreaming too much. There are
more essential and useful things to buy first. Sometimes, we go to watch
TV at our neighbor's house, it's a color TV. It's great. We just have an
old radio that Uncle Michel, Mum's brother, gave us. Better than
nothing.

Aunt Madeleine, Dad's sister, married a German man just last week and
went to live with him in Nuremberg. They invited us to their wedding,
but we didn't go as we didn't have enough money to give them a present,
and Dad didn't want to go empty handed. From his pictures, Kurt,
Madeleine's husband, seems a real hunk.


June 24th, 1972, Saturday

Today Philippe, after work, took me home with his motorbike again. Then
when we got there, he says he has to talk with my parents. So, he says
to them, as his wife and son will leave on Monday to spend the Summer at
her parents' seaside house, he will be alone, so he asks my parents to
let me to stay at his house during the week, and to come back home here
at the village on Sundays. This is the surprise he had for me and it is
really a good surprise - so we can sleep every night together in his
double bed, and do all we please, comfortably and safe. Of course he
didn't give my parents a clue about the real reason for his offer, but
he pretended that this way I will be less tired and save my bus money,
and he gets at least company and will feel less lonely...

While he is speaking I cross my fingers inside my pockets, hoping that
my parents will agree, because in this first week we never had the
occasion to do anything much, just some fondling when nobody was around.
Mum seemed not to want it (the usual pretext "too much trouble" and so
on) but Dad said "Sure. Good deal." So tomorrow evening he will come
here to pick up the things I'll need. And from Monday night, after work,
I'll start to live with him. Philippe's wife, who of course knows
nothing about all her husband and me do, is happy that Philippe will not
be alone. Maybe because this way she can be sure he will not take a
woman home while she is absent...

Besides jacking off alone, and some fondling with him, it is a century
since I did anything with anybody and I really feel a huge yen in my
body. So many times, just to see the full basket of Philippe, or of some
other nice guy at work, I feel a real need to do something. I really
think that one of the best things in life is having sex with someone.
Jacking off is also good, but not so good. Being two it is a lot better,
you enjoy sex a lot more. Even now that I'm writing here, at times I
stop to beat my meat, but I'd rather be with Philippe, or with Didier,
or at least with Solange. Of the three - four with the prostitute - till
now Philippe is the one able to give me the most pleasure. Possibly
because he is more adult and he is married, thus he has the experience,
he is more skilled about sex. And starting from Monday we can start
doing it again together. I'm really longing for it. Moreover, in a bed,
completely naked, it is really a totally different thing.


27th of June 1972, Tuesday

In bed, Philippe is a real wizard and all afire! Yesterday night we had
sex three times and we almost didn't sleep, so that this morning at work
we both were just continually yawning and we laughed knowing why. In a
short while we will have sex again. He is now taking his shower. I'm
already stark naked waiting for him in his bedroom, and it is already
hard and straight like a ramrod. I asked him if he has sex twice or
three times each night with his wife, and he said no, usually just two
times, one before sleeping and one as they wake up in the morning, but
not always.

Here, I hear him coming.


June 28th 1972, Wednesday

Yesterday evening I had to stop writing because he was coming. I had
just time to hide this diary among my clothes when he hugged me from
behind, making me feel his beautiful hard stake, and he pushed me on his
bed and we started at once. But, after we were engaged in a greedy
sixty-nine for a while, he says, "Alain, I want to slip it inside your
nice, firm, little ass." and I, "No, come on, not there." "But why? I
really want it; you have such a beautiful little ass." "But only the
fags take it in the ass, and I'm not a fag." "Come on, try it. You'll
see, you'll like it. You take it in your mouth, don't you?" and I,
"That's different. And anyway you suck mine too." "But I've taken it in
my ass - does that make a fag of me? No." "In your ass? You? Come on!
You let a man fuck your ass? And who is he?" "At times, a friend of
mine, we took each other. But now he's gone to work to Lyon and we never
met again." And I, amazed, "You really let that friend fuck you in the
ass?" "Sure, of course, we were really friends. Aren't you a real
friend?" "Sure I am, but I am not a faggot." "I know very well you are
not, nobody can doubt that. But the real, close, intimate friends do it,
one for the other, and I can't see why you insist in saying no to me."
So, I say to him: "Well, the reason is that... I'm scared." "Scared? Of
what?" "You will hurt me." "It does hurt a bit at first. I was hurt a
little but, for my friend's pleasure, I accepted that. And after a few
times, it didn't hurt any more, on the contrary, it was great." But I
told him: "But I don't want to. What we have been doing up to now is
great, isn't it?"

He made a long face and said to me, dryly: "Then it is not true you are
my friend. I was a fool to think so." I felt like shit and wanted give
him head as I know that he likes it a lot, but he pushed me away and
told me to go sleep in the living room, on the couch. I'm really sorry,
but now here I am alone, with him in his room alone, possibly jerking
off... Anyway, I am. I hope that tomorrow he will be in a good mood and
we can take up where we left off, doing what we were doing before.


June 30th, 1972, Friday

He was in a bad mood all yesterday and also today and he didn't want me
in bed with him any more, and this is the last night at his home for me
this week. If all stays as it is, I'm afraid next week he doesn't want
to have me around any more... I am really sorry, and would really like
having sex with him again. But I'm scared at the idea of being fucked.
Only women and faggots take it in their asses, and I am not a fag. It is
true that Philippe is not a fag either and yet he says that he let his
friend fuck him... And if he took it... Possibly it is OK if you do it
with a friend...

I think that I'll go in his room now and tell him I want to at least
give it a try. But I am not yet really sure. But if I don't go... it'll
all be over between us. No, I'll strip naked and go...

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My ass aches, it really hurts! But...

When I arrived in his room and told him: "I want to try. But take it
easy, please. I'm really scared." At first, he seemed not to believe me,
but then he was happy. He pulled me in his bed and started to give me
head as he is able to do, and it was really wonderful. Then he made me
turn around and spread a kind of cold feeling cream in my hole, then put
the tip of his tool there and started to push. Each inch he managed to
get inside me hurt, but at the same time there was also a weird kind of
pleasure, and that was good. I was more aroused than usual. I don't
know, but I liked feeling him on top of me, feeling how much he wanted
me, and even the pain was a kind of... a right pain. It's not that I
like pain, not at all, but I understood what he said me, that for a
friend you can also accept some pain. And his hard, strong dick trying
to open me was hurting me but also giving me a strange pleasure.

He did it really gently. He tried to make me adjust, but there was a lot
of pain, so after a while I told him: "Wait, it's hurting too much." I
didn't want him to withdraw, so I urged, "Just wait, and stay still." It
was a strange feeling - that big thing prying its way into my back door.
Then he started to fondle my body all over, from my nipples to my dick,
and when he felt I was being really turned on, he suddenly held me tight
and thrust in, a big stroke. I screamed, it hurt so much. But he was
already deep inside me, and he said: "if you tighten your hole, you will
feel more pain and you'll hurt me also, but then it is your fault, not
mine. I don't want to hurt you, I want you to enjoy it and to enjoy it
with you, and can't you understand that? Relax, come on, and let me all
the way in." I put my hand on my back as I thought he was already in -
and then I understood that he was just half way inside me. So I said
him, "Philippe, please, it really hurts a lot. Let's stop, please..."
He, "You want me to stop, now? What kind of friend are you?" I felt
almost like crying and told him, "What kind of friend are you if you
want to keep hurting me? Please. I wanted to make you happy, or else I
wouldn't have come here asking you to try, would I? But now I really
can't, I swear. Possibly just because I am not yet used to it, I don't
know..." So, he withdrew, and I was afraid he could possibly be mad
again at me. When, teary eyed, I turned to look at him, his face was
normal and he quietly said, "All right, but Monday you've got to let me
try again, promise?" and I, "Why don't we suck each other, now? A nice
sixty-nine?" His reply, "Tonight, OK, but on Monday we will try again,
OK? If not, you'd better go to sleep at your place, because I want your
nice little bottom too much to be frustrated again." I was somewhat sad,
but I said, "All right, but if you promise to stop if it hurts too
much." He said, "I promise!"

So we had a good sixty-nine and we came in each other's mouth, which I
liked. But he said that he likes coming in an ass even better. Now he is
sleeping and while I am writing I turn to look at him, all naked
sleeping blissfully on top of the covers, and I like him a lot. I
promised him that Monday I'll let him try again, but I am not so
convinced. Anyway, Philippe is a real nice hunk and is able to give me a
lot of pleasure, and I would regret it if he didn't want to have sex
with me, if he doesn't want me in bed with him any more. Even just
sleeping all naked against him, feeling him so near to me is so great...
Yes, I feel that Monday I will give it at least another try!


July 3rd, Monday

This morning at the factory, a moment we were alone, Philippe tells me,
"Then its set for tonight, right?" I feel somewhat hesitant and he tells
me, "You know how much I like doing it with you, don't you? Come on,
Alain, don't make me beg!" Then I ask him: "but you, when you took it in
the ass the first time, didn't it hurt a lot?" "Sure, I told you. When
one is a virgin, the first few times always hurts." "Oh yeah, so why did
you let him take you?" "I told you, first because he was a friend. And
second, because I knew that gradually it doesn't hurt any more. It
becomes rather enjoyable." "Do you mean that now you like it?" "Sure!"
So I say, "Then, would you let me fuck you in the ass?" "Yeah, sure, but
only if you let me take you first." So, I said to him "All right,
tonight we will try again. But you have to swear to me that if it hurts
too much, you'll stop." "Of course. I'm not a beast, am I? I'm your
friend. But you have to promise to try to hold out longer..."

So, as we went back to his home, he wanted to try at once, because he
was already incredibly turned on. This time, instead of having me lying
on my tummy, he put me on my back and lifted up my legs and rested them
on his shoulders. Then he spread the cream on my hole and on his rod.
Seeing him so straight and hard and so big, nearing my hole, and then
feeling him starting to push, I was really scared. He was keeping my
butt spread with both his hands and was pushing more and more. I shut my
eyes.  I felt his rod opening me up, and slipping inside me, and filling
me, and it was weird - and it really hurt. "Go easy, please..." I begged
in a moan and he: "I am going easy, sure. But you have to relax, Alain!"
He was pushing strongly and I could not stand the increasing pain. "Oh,
stop, please! It hurts too much!" I whined, Then he, "Are you a man or a
cheap woman? Stop complaining and just let me do it. Relax, baby, relax!
You are so tense!" I tried to relax but the pain was still increasing
and tears come out, and I said again: "Please, stop!" and tried to
wriggle out, but he held me fast and gave a big thrust, and I felt it
sinking inside me, deep, deep inside. I screamed but didn't move as I
felt that if I did the pain would be even bigger. And he was filling me
and sinking even deeper and I felt scared he would rip me apart. Then he
stopped for a while and we remained like that - still, silent, panting -
both of us, with him embedded inside me.

Then with tears still streaming down my cheeks, I told him, "Please, I
don't want you to get mad at me, but pull out, please." He, with an
almost sweet voice, whispered, "Not now. I'm completely inside you,
Alain, the hard part is over. Just stay still and relax boy, and you'll
see, you'll get used to it." After some more moments, he started to very
slowly withdraw, little by little, and I was starting to breathe again
even though my eyes were closed with pain. But when he was almost all
out, he suddenly gave another thrust and sank completely inside me
again. He started to move so - backwards slowly, forwards strong - one
stroke after the other, and I became aware that the pain didn't grow any
more, and if I relaxed it really was less painful. So I tried. He
noticed my change, and then started to pump inside me a little faster. I
opened my eyes and saw that he was on a high, his eyes shining. He
urged, "Come on, Alain, you'll see that you'll get used to it, and
you'll like it so much that you'll be the one to beg me for it." I
couldn't believe that, but let him go ahead.

He became more and more aroused, and was saying: "Oh my god, how
beautiful. What a wonderful tight little ass you have. Oh god, you are
so much better than my wife." He kept on pumping inside me, hot like a
branding iron, until I felt he was coming, giving strong thrusts and
pushing with all his means, all his body trembling and all his skin
shining with small drops of sweat. I never saw him enjoy anything so
much. Inside my head rose a new thought - it's me who's making him so
happy. I felt like astounded but also proud.

Then he collapsed on top of me, panting, "What a fuck! You are really
something! I like you too much, Alain. You are a real friend. And in bed
you are really better than my wife, so much better, do you know?" He
dried my cheeks and comforted me, "I know you felt pain, yet you have
been a real man, a true friend to endure it for me. Now, as your reward,
I'll suck you thoroughly, just as you like it." "But then," I asked,
"you'll let me take you?" "Sure, willingly. Do you know? I've had only
two cherries in my life, my wife's in front and yours in back."

He started to lick and suck my cock so skillfully, teasing my nipples
and touching me in all the good spots in ways that he never touched me
before, that I suddenly came in his throat... so I didn't get to put it
in his ass. He told me, "You'll fuck my ass tomorrow night. Now let's
sleep." And he fell asleep soon, with a smile of bliss on his face. I
can't sleep, because as I move my ass hurts and when I touch my hole I'm
even amazed that there is no blood. So, after a while I got up to write
these things.

Anyway, I'm happy he said twice that I'm better than his wife.


July 6th 1972, Thursday

I suspect he does it on purpose - he makes me come with his mouth, so
that I have no more strength left to put it in his ass. When he screws
my ass it still hurts, but a little less and tonight for the first time
I got a hard-on as soon as he slipped it inside me. While he was fucking
me I also felt some pleasure, therefore he is right when he says that
one gets used to it and it will hurt less and less and it will be more
and more pleasurable. But I too want try to fuck his ass. Now he is
fixing supper in the kitchen. After we had sex, we both stay naked. Its
great going around in the apartment stark naked. Philippe really has a
beautiful body and while I'm writing I recall his body and I'm getting
another hard-on. The more we have sex, the more I feel the need of
having it! I think that after supper, I can possibly fuck his ass,
because when I reminded him that he promised me, he said that there was
no problem for him.

He became aware I'm writing a diary and he wanted to read it. But I
don't want him to. He asked if I write about him in it, and I said no,
because otherwise he would have insisted on reading it.

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I stopped writing as supper was on table. While we were eating I asked
him why he prefers having sex with me than with his wife, and he said,
"With you sex is a lot better. My wife doesn't like to give me head, and
doesn't want it in her ass, two things I love doing. And then, if it was
just up to her, she would make love a couple of times per week, but I
need it every day, so I have to insist, not like with you. You never say
no. And then, she lets me fuck her and that's all, she never takes the
initiative. She doesn't take part the way you do. And so, I have better
orgasms with you." I told him that on the contrary Solange wanted to be
fucked only in her ass and not in her pussy and that she was to take the
initiative, or there was nothing to do. Philippe said, "Women are really
weird. We guys can understand each other much better. It's really true.
I fit so nicely with you!" Then I asked him, "Whose cherry did you like
taking best, hers or mine?" "Yours, for sure. Your little ass is really
tight and firm, and is the best I ever had in my life, I swear. My
wife's pussy... I almost didn't realize she was still a virgin."

He is now showering, I already did. Then he will come to bed. He said to
me, "Get ready, because tonight you'll be the one to fuck an ass for the
first time - my ass." At last! I really am longing to try it!

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CONTINUES IN PART 5

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