Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2005 08:32:56 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Alain's Diary - 08/14 (t+m+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 8


January 12th 1973, Friday

I'm starting to get used to it. Muscles are not sore so much. But I
don't like not seeing the sun any more, for days and days. I go down and
it is almost rising, and come out it is already evening. It seems that
they want to start also a night shift. If it is so I'll ask to do it, so
at least I can at times manage to live during day time, under the sun.

Down there, if you have to go to the bogs, you have to go up with the
coal lift to level 5, therefore, if one has just to do water, we go to a
lateral abandoned tunnel without having to go all that way back up. At
times I, besides going there to piss, I also beat off for a while - if
there you shut off the helmet lamp it is almost dark, as there are lamps
only in the central tunnel and the light barely reaches there, in
reflection. The central bowel, as we call it.

Bernard has a good bundle of muscles in his chest, that when he is
dressed you can't guess it, he seems much thinner. Also Perdrix, rather,
I like him even more than Bernard as he has no hair on his chest. Well,
it is not that Bernard is so hairy.

But there is nobody even by far comparable to Jacques. I cannot get him
out of my head, Jacques! Does he still think of me at times, or would he
have forgotten about me? Or perhaps, he is even mad at me because I
didn't go. Oh no, Jacques, if I just could be there to wait for you
every two Tuesdays!


3rd of February '73, Saturday

Today is the twins' first birthday. We threw a little party for them and
Mum, for the first time, seemed a little more serene. Eric is a little
bully, as usual; Etienne is always so sweet anyway they both are really
nice. Also aunt and Horace came. It seems that he will marry soon, as he
made his girlfriend pregnant. They brought a small present for the
birthday, two nice identical overalls for the babies and the usual
horrible cakes that aunt so proudly makes. With the pretext that I was
too full, this time I didn't eat them, and Babette looked at me with
dark eyes.

I have to stop writing they call me in the other room.


11th of February 73, Sunday

Today, a surprise - Philippe with his wife and child came to visit us.
We couldn't manage to be alone, Philippe and I, but we could talk. He
says he too decided to go at the railway's freight-yard, and that he met
there a boy and that now, from time to time, they meet at the boy's
place. He says he is the same age as me, preparing for his final
graduation test. I then ask him what school this boy attends, but it is
not my former school. He says that his name is AndrŽ and that he lives
with his brother who is a railways worker who is almost never home. I
tell him that I miss him and that I miss Jacques and than now I just
beat off. He says that if I want, sometimes on Sundays, he comes to
fetch me and we go at AndrŽ's for a threesome. I don't dislike that idea
at all, but I said to him no thank you, as Sunday is the only day I can
spend with my family. He says he can understand, but that possibly, once
in a thousand, I can also go. He is possibly right.


21st of February 1973, Wednesday

Even if I am terribly tired, I have to write what happened today down
there in the mine. I myself don't know if I have to be mad for that or
not. I feel confused. But it will be better I write all in order, from
how it started.

So, then, as usual I feel like having a leak, so I say to Bernard I'm
going to piss. In that point only he and I are working, we are alone. He
says "yes, yes, go." So I go, pull it out and start. Soon I hear
somebody coming, and without stopping I turn to see. I recognize
Bernard's silhouette. He comes near me and while he too pulls it out, I
say "ah, you need to take a leak too!" and he, who now has it in his
hand, says, "No, look how hard it is." I look at it and it is true, it
is straight up and hard like a stake, so while I put mine back in my
trousers, I say "you could even dig coal, with it!" just to joke. But he
takes my arm and says "go down and give me head, go on!" I feel for the
way and the tone he uses, so I step back and say "no, what do you want,
leave me alone!" and he, sharply says, "no, it is even too much I'm
waiting for this. You will now give me a nice blow job!" and squeezes
hard my arm almost hurting me, and pulls me near him. After all it is
not that I would dislike that, I already had thought about that more
than once, but I don't like the way he is ordering me.

So I say "You are a really good family friend. If Dad was here, you
would not act in this way!" hoping to hurt him and to stop him. But he
says, "It is true. If your father was here, it would be me the one who
have to give him head. He liked forcing me to do it." And I, "don't tell
bullshit! Dad was not a fag." And he "Sure, he wasn't, I know. Not him.
But I am and he discovered that. He caught me and Claude while we were
doing it, here in the mine. He said nothing, he didn't report us, or
yell about us, and treated us exactly like before. And for that I
admired him, esteemed him. But then, right one year ago, when the twins
were born, he says me 'I feel so horny, that am not even able to piss!'
I laugh and say nothing. Then he says 'do you know, my wife doesn't want
to fuck any more, because she doesn't want more children, they are even
too many'. I then say 'you can use the condom.' And he 'no, my woman
doesn't want as the priest says it is a sin,' and I 'so you can only
beat your meat off, at this point'. And he, 'no, I know you like dicks,
I perfectly know. You now give me head, right Bernard?' I feel somewhat
bad, but after all, yes, I really like sucking dicks, so go down and
take it in my mouth. After that time, from while to while your Dad just
says 'come, I need it' and I go willingly. But then a day he tells me he
wants to fuck me in the ass so that he possibly enjoys it even more. I
answered him no; as I like being a top, not a bottom, and tell him he
can possibly try with Claude, who takes it willingly. But he says he
prefers fucking me, not Claude, and that or I let him take me or he will
tell everybody I am a fag. So I had to lower my trousers and let him
shove it up my ass each time he feels horny. I was a friend with your
Dad, and remained his friend, but he had not to do that to me. So, now,
you'll give me head, and then I'll shove it up your ass."

I tell him, "you're a bastard, I don't believe you. And then, I am not a
fag," but he, "if you don't believe me, go and ask Claude, he knows
everything. And then, I don't give a shit if you are a fag or not, I
like your small firm ass. I thought of that even before your dad died.
So you now do as I tell you, you suck it then take it in your nice ass,
or else I'll go to tell your mum what her husband forced me to do and I
don't think she will be happy."

So, I went down and took it in my mouth, and then in my ass. After all I
enjoyed it, I must admit, even more as it was ages I did nothing with a
male. But in this way it is not good like it could be. If he asked me,
if he said to me "Alain, I want to have sex with you, because I like
you," I would have accepted at once. And it would have been great, I
think. And then, that story of my dad amazed me and I don't know if I
should believe him. But I'm afraid he is right, and I felt bad. I would
like to ask mum if it is true that after the twins were born they did
nothing more in bed. But these are speeches I cannot have with her.


28th of February '73, Monday

We do it with Bernard a couple of times each week. He first makes me
suck it, then makes me turn around and bend, and takes me. Meanwhile I
beat off; at least I too have my pleasure.

Today, while I was giving him head, I hear somebody coming and stand up
hurriedly but he laughs and says, "It is just Claude, go on! I told him
to come, as I think he got a real crush on you." But I tidy up, standing
up ready to leave. But it is really Claude who at once comes near us.
Bernard pulls out Claude's cock and says, "Go on, Alain, and give him
head, while I fuck your nice ass." And he lowers my trousers. As soon as
I bend to suck Claude, Bernard seizes my hips and throws it all inside
me. I like feeling penetrated at both ends at once. And that of Claude
has a good, clean and manly smell. I get aroused and I beat myself
again. When all three of us have cum, Claude caresses my hair and says
"I like you a lot, Alain, I'm happy you asked Bernard to allow me here.
I didn't hope it."

So I understand that Bernard told him a lie, but I say nothing. I just
say "But what if somebody of our mates came?" and Claude "Yes, it's
risky in this way. Next times one of us will be on watch, it will be
better, while the other two have their fun here. So at least we don't
have to do it in a hurry."

After all, yes, I like Claude and don't dislike Bernard. And so I can
have sex more often, anyway it has been great feeling one bobbing in my
mouth and another in my back at once. I just needed one sucking my dick,
and it would have been complete. I feel like I'm really becoming a
whore, somewhat like Thibaud's Spanish girl, but then. And now, perhaps
Claude lets me put it in his ass, as he is a bottom. At long last, I can
again fuck an ass.

Who knows where is Jacques? What is he doing? For sure at this point he
found another boy. Would he still remember me? I often touch his key
holder that I always have on me. Would he still have my coin? He could
possibly have thrown it away. Anyway, it didn't bring up good luck.


March, 18 1973, Sunday

Claude, when we are alone to have sex, is gentle, caresses me, and it is
good doing it with him. Bernard is cruder. Then Claude, already the
first time we were alone, asked me to take him and I enjoyed it a lot.
Bernard some times sucks me, but also for that Claude is better. Claude
has it bigger than Bernard and also more straight and smooth, it is a
pleasure touching, licking, and sucking it. Also his cum is more sweet
than that of Bernard. But I have to admit that Bernard fucks in the ass
really well. I said to Claude that I'd rather do it with him but he says
that we all are friends and therefore it would not be good to exclude
Bernard. At times they made me stay on watch, while Bernard fucks
Claude.

I ask myself how it comes that nobody realizes all our maneuvers. It is
true that under there we don't always work in fixed places and from time
to time we don't see somebody for a while, it is a maze. But we three
withdraw always together, now, and two or three times each week, unless
the others guessed it but just they do their business. This also is
possible.

I think that Bernard and Claude at this point have no more doubts that I
too am a fag like them. Mainly Claude, as we kiss on the mouth and it
has been me to do it the first time. Kissing Bernard, I really don't
feel like it and I didn't still do it. And happily it seems that he
doesn't even think of it. Claude is learning to kiss really well.

But never like Jacques.


17th of April 1973, Tuesday

My eighteenth birthday.

This morning two things happened to me that I didn't expect. While we
were changing to go down, Claude gives me a small parcel and says,
"Happy Birthday" and I, "How did you know?" and he, "I know." I open the
parcel and inside there is a fine necktie. The only necktie I had for
Sunday's suit was that of my dad's. Now I have two, and this one is
cheerful, youthful. But above all it gave me pleasure that Claude
thought of me. In that moment we were alone in the lockers room, so I
kissed him. He became red like a tomato, but was happy.

Then this evening, back home, comes Philippe on his bike. He too brought
me a present, a pocket radio with earphones, really great. Babette made
him stop for supper with us, then he and I went out for a stroll before
he had to go back home. He asks me, "how are you doing?" and I told him
about Bernard and Claude. Then I ask him, "and you, how are you doing?"
and he, "I got a boyfriend." "Yes, you told me, AndrŽ, if I remember
right." And he, "No, that was just an adventure. This time it is a
serious thing." "Good. And where did you meet him?" "Always I meet them
at the freight-yard." He says and I, "And what is his name?" and I am
afraid he met Jacques, but he says, "He is an Italian immigrant; he
works as a waiter at the railways' station, restaurant, his name is
Paolo." I felt relieved. They meet in the boy's room, as he lives alone.
He can't for sure take him at his home. Then I ask him, "At the
freight-yard did you never meet Jacques?" "No, never, I always looked if
there was the white Simca with the blonde but I never saw it. But I went
to the yard just four or five times, and now that I am with Paolo, I
don't go any more. If you knew how hot Paolo, a real Italian is!" "This
time you don't propose me a threesome?" I say him jokingly, and he, "No,
this time with Paolo is a serious thing." And I, "Yes, I was jesting.
But why didn't you take him with you? I would like to meet him." "On the
evening he works till late at the restaurant, and often also on
Sundays." "Did you tell him about me?" "Yes, and at first he was a
little jealous," "Jealous?" I say, taken aback. I never thought that a
male can be jealous of another one. It seems too much like a couple of
husband and wife, it seems weird. Then I ask him, "and how does it go,
with your wife?" "Fine, why?" "If you do it often with Paolo, can you
then do it also with her?" "Oh, yes, there is no problem." Then I ask
him, "But doesn't she find odd that now you go out almost every
evening?" He laughs and says, "No, I told her that, out of the work, I
take judo lessons. I also bought the uniform. And anyway the judo gym is
right at the first floor of Paolo house. That's how I got the idea."
Then he pulls out his wallet, and Paolo's picture and showed it to me -
he really seems a handsome boy, with a likeable face, and well shaped.

But unhappily I don't have a picture of Jacques.


9th of June 1873, Saturday

It is a good while I don't write. I always feel so tired! Today they
told me that I have right to only seven days of holiday in August, which
are the only closing days.

Claude quarreled with Bernard, because of me. In fact Bernard, a while
ago, wanted to propose Canson to come he too to have sex with us, and
that meant mainly with me. I said him that I don't go down well with
Canson, and that I don't feel like becoming everybody's whore, but
Bernard insisted. So Claude took my side and they quarreled and Claude
said him that or he leaves me in peace, or he breaks his head and then
says it has been an accident. I saw him so mad that I feared he was
talking seriously, and I think that also Bernard took him seriously. So
now they don't talk any more with each other and it is about ten days
that Bernard doesn't call me any more for sex. But Claude says that he
possibly is trying to take his revenge on us, making us being caught by
someone, so it is a while that we manage barely to exchange a fast kiss,
or seldom a fast groping, but we are no more able to have sex, for fear.
I asked Claude to make peace and to make everything back as before, at
least we two can do something, but he doesn't want to hear about that.


14th of June '73, Thursday

Today I told Claude, "I want to talk in private with Bernard. I call him
in the blind gallery. You stay out on watch. If I call, come, if not,
remain outside." And he, "what do you want to do?" "I have an idea; let
me do it my way. I possibly can put things at their place." He didn't
want to, but then yielded.

So I said to Bernard, "Come in the blind gallery." And he came. When we
were alone, I lowered my trousers and said him, "you want to fuck me?
Here I am, fuck me. You can fuck me any time you feel horny, it's OK
with me. Just don't try to bring here other mates. Leave me in peace
with Claude, we two fit well together. Don't you think you took enough
revenge for what my father did to you?" But he, hard, "do you think to
set things in this way? That I say, do it boys, you have my blessing?
And that I withdraw? I fuck you, yes, because I feel horny. Before you
came Claude and I did it always together. Now all has changed for your
fault." And I, "It is not me the one who decided to call also Claude, it
was your decision, wasn't it? It is not my fault if Claude and I fit
well together, and if he now is with me." He then says, sarcastic, "but
you are not a fag like we are, are you?" and I, "and then, what am I?
Sure I am a fag like you two." "Ah, then we converted you, lil' sister?"
"No, don't worry, I was so even before. So, are you game?" and he, "you
let me fuck you any time I want?" "Sure, if you leave us in peace and
cover us." "Then, bend down; I really need to fuck your ass." "But then,
you leave in peace us two?" I insist. "Promise." he says, and so he took
me. At first he went down with rage, but then he calmed down and took me
nicely. At the end it was no bad at all, it's evident he has experience
to fuck in the ass. Then I say "now you send here Claude and stay on
watch." And he says, "all right."

So he goes out and at once Claude enters and I say to him, "it's all OK.
Come on, let's have sex. Bernard will cover us." And he, "how did you
do?" "Trust me. All is like before." And he, "But you let Bernard take
you?" "Sure, and in exchange he leaves us in peace and covers us." "But
it is not fair..." and I, "I don't dislike being his bottom. But above
all, we can now do it again; you and I, aren't you happy?" "I would have
liked more if you and I did it, only you and I. But if it fits you..."
and so, finally, Claude and I had a nice fuck in peace. I really needed
it, and I like it with Claude.


2nd of July 1073, Monday

Claude and I decided to spend the holidays together. He has three weeks,
so we can spend one together. He owns a mountain refuge on the Massif
Central. I really think it will be great.

Bernard leaves us in peace - he first fucks me, and then stays in watch
for us. Claude is not happy, but Thursday came a new boy, whose name is
Martin. He is 22 years old. Bernard is chasing him he says that he likes
him a lot. If he succeeds, all will become easier. In my opinion Martin
is game. I hope not to be wrong.


5th of July 73, Thursday

I was not wrong.

This morning at a certain point Bernard and Martin disappeared. Then
Bernard comes back alone, and says me, "I'm almost sure. We showed it to
each other, and he didn't withdraw." And I, "do you think he is like
us?" "I really think so. I just think he has not so much experience. I
want to go smoothly with him I don't want him to escape." Then also
Martin comes back pretending nothing happened, and we all start again to
work.

Then, in the afternoon, I go to take a piss and after a while Martin
comes. He stays there, near me his legs spread, and pulls it out. Then I
see that he is looking at mine so, when I have finished, instead of
putting it back, start to beat my meat and he looks, and looks and at
last he too beats his meat. I then stretch out my hand and take his dick
and he lets me do. I move in face of him and we beat each other. Then I
ask him, "do you like that?" and he nods yes. And I ask him, "you never
gave head?" and he nods no. So I say, "Well try it, then I'll do it to
you." He finally talks, "you do it first." Soon said, soon done. I
crouch down and take it in my mouth and feel he likes it. Then I stop
and say, "your first time?" he nods yes and I ask, "do you like it?" he
again nods yes. So I say, "Well, now it's your turn," and he bends down,
and takes it in his mouth. He is not skilled, but he does it. Then he
stands up and whispers "do you like also shoving it up an ass?" "Sure,
do you want it?" "I don't know, but I would like to give it a try." And
I, "you never took one, at 22?" and he, "it's not so easy..." Then I say
him, "lower your trousers, and go on." And he says, "Here? What if
somebody comes?" "We will see him in time, come on." But he says, "No,
I'm scared." and closes his fly and goes away at once.

Then I go out and look for Bernard. I find him working with Dumarne, and
I signal him to stop for a moment and, where we are not overheard, I
tell him, "Look that Martin just waits to be fucked." "How can you be
sure?" he asks me stupefied but with an interested and happy expression.
So then I tell him everything and at the end he says, "Come." And we go
where Martin is working. He takes him by an arm and says, "come with us,
we need to talk you." Martin comes with us somewhat hesitantly. Reached
the blind gallery he understands, looks at me and says, "No, please."
But Bernard pushes him inside and tells him, "Alain will watch for us."
Martin again says a weak "no, come on." But they disappear inside, and
for a while all is silent. Then Martin comes out, and he seems confused,
he barely throws me a glance, does like a greeting gesture and goes back
to work. Then comes out Bernard with a half moon smile on his face and
puts his hand on my shoulder and says, "And how is he game! And also, he
is still a virgin; I couldn't manage to push it inside his hole. But he
is waiting for nothing else you had to see how he too pushed back to
make my rod enter him. When I told him that tomorrow I'll take down the
Vaseline, he said me thank you. Thank you, you see? Thank you because
tomorrow I'll take his cherry. So I fucked him in his mouth and when I
came, he does as to pull away but I held fast his head there and he had
to swallow all to the last drop. And when he stands up, he says me thank
you, again. Well, thank you to you, Alain. Now that I have free way,
I'll work that boy and he will become the best fuck of the entire mine,
believe me." I never saw him so happy, so I told him, "Do you see that
if we help each other, all goes at its place?" and he says, "Hurrah for
the fag's mine!" and goes back to work, all happy and satisfied.

In fact we are 4, but the percent has to be higher, if St. Etienne's
doctor is right. In the mine we should be at least thirty fags. One
could be Canson, but who are the other 25? I would really like to know
that.

It seems that now Martin is ashamed of me, so, when nobody can hear us,
I say, "you have nothing to be ashamed! You know, I too took it from
Bernard, and also Claude. And now Claude and I fuck together and we like
it a lot. Right there where you and Bernard went this morning. We always
go there to fuck." And he says with an amazed face, "you and Claude?"
and I say, "sure, and now, you and Bernard. Don't you think it will be
perfect?" and he, "but are you happy being a fag?" and I, "sure, yes.
Not you?" "I don't know. Everybody says evil of that." And I ask him,
"but do you like it?" "Yes. I always desired doing it, but never had the
heart." "Well, this time you can, finally. Have fun!" Then, while I was
about leaving, he takes me by my arm and says, "thank you, Alain, you
really are a friend. I like a lot Bernard and how he fucks..."

So, today, thanks from left and thanks from right!


25th of July 1973, Thursday

Martin and Bernard continue to fuck together and get along very well. So
Claude and I can do it in peace. Martin became my friend and confides
with me, he tells me all his doubts, and he asks my advice. He likes
Bernard and his way a little rude to do sex.

As Sunday Martin is home alone, as his elder brother with his wife goes
to see their parents, so he invited us at his place to spend some time
together. He says to go around eleven a.m. as later we will have lunch
together. He will cook as he is skilled. Then, in private, he says, "but
if you come around nine, my brother is already gone..." And I, "do you
want me to come before the others?" and he, "that day I ran away... but
you wanted to take me, didn't you?" "Do you want to do it with me? Why
not! I'll come at nine, then." "Thank you," he says. He always thanks.
Then he says, "It will be better if Bernard doesn't know you come
earlier."

It seems that Martin likes it, and he wants to recover the lost time.
Even if I like him, he is not really a beautiful boy, or at least he is
not my type, but he is neither bad and he also must have a nice little
ass. I would be silly to lose the occasion. I just ask myself, it
happened only to me that when Philippe first took my cherry it was
painful for a good while? I would for sure not have asked to be fucked
again. For Martin instead seems that Bernard is not enough, he wants to
do it also with me. Perhaps it has been less painful for him?


28th of July, Sunday

It ended with an orgy. I must really have the soul of a whore!

This morning at 9 I was already at Martin's. I just entered and we
already were naked on his bed and he begged me to mount him. He liked it
a lot, but also I did. Also if Martin in bed is a little too much
effeminate for me. It's a shame, because his body is not bad at all.
But, at least in bed, he really acted like a girl, with little yells and
mawkish moves. I like better who behaves like a man like Claude. Anyway
it has been rather pleasurable to shove it up his ass, because he is
still very tight, and while you fuck him he moves his entire ass giving
you even more pleasure.

Then at 10:30 came Bernard and on the spot also Claude. While Martin was
fixing our meal, we three chat then we ate. Yes, Martin is a good cook.
Then Bernard started to touch Martin and in a while they were already
undressing each other on the sofa, as we were not there. I got a hard-on
and looked at Claude. He too was looking at them and was caressing his
fly and it was evident he too was hard. So I drew near Claude, who was
sitting on the arm chair, crouched in front of him, between his legs,
opened his fly and started to give him head. Then Claude started to
undress me and to undress himself and in a while we both were stark
naked like the other two, and lied on the carpet to have sex.

Right on the middle Bernard and Martin came and touched us. It was
great, all those hands and mouths and those hard dicks, so that in a
while it was almost impossible to know who was having sex with whom. We
were all a mess of arms and legs and dicks and mouths and hands, there
on that carpet. It was really great.

At a certain point Claude shoved it up in Martin's ass, and I felt such
a yen that I went on my knees in back of Claude and pushed all mine
inside his channel. I was just inside him and was starting to pump in
him, when I feel Bernard at my back trying to fuck me. I help him until
he is completely inside me. It's really great to fuck and being fucked
at once. Before to cum we swapped positions and did it in all the
possible ways, until one after the other we came. Bernard says we have
to do it again, as it is too great, and Martin, very happy, says that at
last his dreams became real, and that he didn't really think he could
have three handsome males at once, filling all his holes. I am happy for
one thing - at a certain point also my dream became real, as Bernard was
fucking my ass, Claude my mouth and Martin was giving me head. And six
hands all over my body.

Then I went back home, at evening, and I imagined that in the orgy there
was also Jacques, and I didn't like this idea at all. I think that it
would annoy me seeing somebody else touching Jacques or if Jacques
touches another in front of me. Is that jealousy? It seems silly to me,
mainly being jealous of somebody that I would never again meet any more.
But I would renounce to a hundred of these orgies to do it with Jacques,
even just once.

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CONTINUES IN PART 9

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andrej@andrejkoymasky.com
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