Date: Tue, 04 Jul 2006 14:57:25 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Fabrizio's First "No!" - 3/8 (Adult Youth)

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FABRIZIO'S FIRST "NO!"
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006
Written on December 15, 1994
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Brian Zimbabwe

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"FABRIZIO'S FIRST "NO!" " 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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CHAPTER THREE

At home, things gradually went back to normality. Fabrizio's mother
resigned herself to having a gay son. It was not that they explicitly
talked about it, but it was evident by a thousand small indications that
the woman accepted the thought that her son's sexuality was different
from what she had imagined.

For instance, when Fabrizio hinted at the fact he had a friend (Sergio)
with whom he felt fine and that he met rather often, his mother asked
him, "But do you love each other?"

"I don't know, mum. We like being together. But I don't think there is
anything more, between us."

"Well, anyway you are so young, you need to have your experiences, I
think. The important thing is that he is a good guy." The woman said.

"I think he is."

The story with Sergio quietly went on. As the man foresaw, Fabrizio felt
no more annoyance or pain in their sexual meetings, but only an
increasing pleasure. Sergio seemed always strongly attracted to the boy.
But Fabrizio thought that with the passing of months, sooner or later
the man would desire a younger boy, also because physically he was
maturing rather fast and was losing the adolescent aspect that so much
attracted the man.

Fabrizio was a little over sixteen when he met Bertrand, a
twenty-two-year-old French boy who was attending the Polytechnic
University, thanks to a private scholarship. They met in a jeans shop,
downtown. Both wanted to buy green jeans of their size (that was the
same) and the shop had just one pair. Fabrizio at once conceded, so that
the Frenchman could buy them. Bertrand tried to decline, but eventually
thanked him and bought them.

"But so, you still don't have a pair." The French said.

"I don't mind. I didn't really need them."

"Well, I neither, I just like this color."

"I think they will suit you nicely."

"Thank you. Well, at least to express my thanks, may I offer you
something at the bar? My name is Bertrand. And yours?"

"Fabrizio." The boy answered following him to the street. They entered a
bar, sat down and asked for a drink. Bertrand started to ask him
questions; the usual ones - where do you live, what you do, how old are
you... and told him about himself.

At a certain point he said, "Well, I feel somewhat lonely, I've not so
many friends. You know, a foreigner always has difficulties in finding
his feet."

"But you speak Italian rather well. Where do you live, on the university
campus?"

"No, only the first few months. But I wanted my freedom, so I found a
small single room, a studio in an attic - it's not expensive and I'm
furnishing it in a nice way. It's not far from here. Do you feel like
coming and see it? If you have some time to spare?"

"Yes." Federico answered.

"Good, let's go, then. I'm glad I met you, I hope we can become
friends."

"I do too."

While they were going there, Bertrand asked him, "Do you have a
girlfriend, Fabrizio?"

"No. And you?"

"No. I never had a girlfriend. And I think I'll never have one." He
concluded watching for a reaction.

Fabrizio didn't realise what was implied in these words and in the
glance, he didn't guess that it was a signal - he was still rather
naive. It is not that he didn't think that Bertrand was a handsome youth
and that he would have liked having sex with him, but he thought about
this so so often, that he didn't put his desire together with Bertrand's
attitude.

The Frenchman guessed that Fabrizio didn't get his message, thus added,
"I don't think I'll ever marry. I get on better with boys, I really
don't have girls even amongst my friends, I'm not interested in them -
they are way too different from us. Boys fit better with boys. Don't you
agree?"

"Yes, possibly. I neither have girls amongst my friends."

"And also, aesthetically, I think that a male body is a lot more
beautiful than that of a female. You who are studying arts, don't you
agree?"

"Yes, I agree." Fabrizio answered, still not understanding the real
meaning of these words.

"You, at just sixteen, seem well developed already, well shaped."
Bertrand said in a casual tone.

Fabrizio took the compliment with simplicity, clueless of the true
implication of this compliment.

Bertrand went on, "I'm no art expert, but I like the male body so at
home I have some magazines with color pictures of naked men. If it
appeals to you, I can show them to you."

"Yes, thank you." Fabrizio quietly answered.

They went up to Bertrand's studio. He made the boy sit on the edge of
his bed and gave him a bundle of magazines. They were issues of
"Playgirl", an American magazine for women, with several male nudes,
also full frontals. Fabrizio thumbed through them and at once became
aroused - they were really beautiful. When Bertrand sat at his side, so
as to look at the pictures with him, and put his arm around Fabrizio's
shoulders, the boy shivered.

"You like them?" the youth asked.

"Yes, they are beautiful."

"Aren't they? Look at his one - he also has a beautiful cock, don't you
think?"

"Yes..."

"Doesn't one feel like touching it?" Bertrand suggested and his hand, on
the boy's shoulder, lowered to lightly caress his side. Fabrizio had a
short shudder. And finally he understood what the French youth wanted of
him. And became even more aroused. Their glances met, in silence.

Bertrand's hand went down between the boy's legs and felt his
excitation, "You got a hard-on..." he whispered with a smile.

"Yes..."

"I got one too ... feel here..." he said guiding the boy's hand to his
fly.

Fabrizio fondled him, lightly, "Yes..."

"But it's because of you, not the pictures. I like you a lot, Fabrizio."
The youth then said and, embracing him, while he pushed him to lie on
the bed, kissed him on the mouth.

The boy greedily answered to that kiss. They freed themselves from their
shoes and lay more comfortably on the bed, side by side, and Bertrand
caressed, all over the boy's body, through his clothes, continuing to
kiss him.

Fabrizio sighed happily, pushing himself against the other and, in a
murmur, asked, "Do you want me?"

"Yes, I want you."

"Take me, then."

"Later. Now I want to enjoy touching you. We are in no hurry, are we?"

"No, there's no hurry." The boy answered happily.

He liked being touched, feeling the youth's desire matching his own, but
holding it back. But above all liked his new companion leading the way.
Bertrand caressed him for a long while, kissing him from time to time,
holding him tight against himself and making him feel his excitation.
Differently from Sergio, who undressed and fucked him as soon as they
were alone, Bertrand seemed to enjoy touching him through his clothes,
without yet undressing him. And yet, In Bertrand's eyes, Fabrizio could
read the same intense desire he could see in Sergio's eyes.

"I like you Fabrizio. What do you like to do?"

"Anything you like." The boy answered.

Bertrand smiled and kissed him again, while his hands were pulling
Fabrizio's shirt out from his trousers and slipped his hand under it,
sweet and warm, starting to caress his chest.

"You like?" he asked, gently.

"Yes, a lot..." the boy answered and at his turn pulled the shirt out
from Bertrand's trousers and, slipping his hands under it, caressed his
strong, smooth back.

Bertrand raised the boy's shirt and tank-top together and uncovering his
already turgid nipples, bent to suck them. Fabrizio arched his back and
moaned with pleasure.

Bertrand was lightly nibbling, licking, and sucking them, while
unbuttoning the boy's shirt. Then he made it slip away, pulled off his
tank-top leaving him bare chested. Fabrizio followed suit with Bertrand
while the youth deeply kissed him in the mouth. Now they were sitting
one in front of the other, their legs intertwined and Fabrizio bent to
lick the beautiful chest of his companion. He felt the youth shudder.
Bertrand leant toward him and nibbled his neck.

The youth started to busy himself with the boy's trouser belt and
Fabrizio at once followed suit - shortly after they were opening each
others fly. They freed themselves of the trousers, remaining with only
their briefs on, tenting and swelling from their erections. They were
caressing and licking one other all over the body, in turns, lightly
caressing and fondling each other's quivering hard-on, under the thin
fabric of their briefs. They continued so, for a good while, enjoying
each other's shudders.

While enjoying the young Frenchman, Fabrizio couldn't help comparing him
with Sergio - they were so different. The man was fierce, vigorous,
virile and got to the point fast, taking him with vigor to then enjoy
him for a long time. The French youth, instead, was taking all his time
and seemed to enjoy preliminaries very much. Fabrizio liked it and was
not be able to tell whom of them he liked best, because the boy, by his
nature, adapted himself to the other, spontaneously.

Now Bertrand was slowly lowering Fabrizio's briefs, while his lips and
tongue lingered on the last parts of Fabrizio's body he was finally
revealing. The boy gave a jolt when his mate seized his hard member in
his mouth and started to work it with his lips and tongue. He turned
around so to reach the youth's lap and, pulling his tight briefs down
slowly, united to him in a passionate sixty- nine.

Fabrizio liked it a lot and could feel that Bertrand was also enjoying
their intimate double union. He felt him shudder, while with his hands
started to knead his little ass. Fabrizio was waiting with anticipation
to feel his mate search for his hole, teasing it to make him understand
what he wanted. But Bertrand seemed still to linger. He really was not
the type to do things in haste, the boy thought with a vague feeling of
pleasure.

Finally one of Bertrand's fingers searched in the fold between the boy's
cheeks and brushed his flesh bud. Fabrizio shuddered with pleasure but
the finger went away. In a while the finger slipped in there again and
lightly teased his hole. The boy shuddered intensely again.

"You like it?" the youth asked him sweetly.

"Yes..."

"Do you want me inside you?"

"Yes..."

"I too want you, but not yet - I don't want this to end too soon, I want
to enjoy you for a long time."

"All right..." the boy answered, quivering.

Bertrand's fingers were fiddling with his sphincter, non-stop, while
they were continuing to suck each other. At times the finger lightly
brushed the hole, at times seemed to start to enter it only to withdraw
at once. It was a kind of sweet torment, in a crescendo of agreeable
sensations. Then the youth left Fabrizio's member and moved on with his
tongue until he reached the quivering hole. At the contact, the boy
shivered with pleasure. The tongue tirelessly rummaged at it, at times
soft, at times hard, making his desire to be penetrated increase.
Meanwhile he was feeling Bertrand's hard member darting between his lips
and he already anticipated the moment when the youth would slip it all
into his hole.

"I want to take you, now..."

"Yes..."

"How do you want me to take you?"

"As you like."

"Then..." Bertrand said lying on his back, his member fiercely erect and
jutting upwards, "sit on it, make it enter you - I want to look at you
while I take you..."

Fabrizio had never been taken in that position. He went astride the
youth's hips and crouched down. Bertrand was keeping it upwards,
pointing up. The boy brushed the tip of that glorious stem with his
palpitating hole and felt it lightly push on the right spot. He thus let
himself go down almost at once, bodily, and felt it opening him,
entering, invading, filling him until his cheeks were strongly pressed
against the youth's groin - it was all inside him. Bertrand, seizing him
by his waist, made him raise a little, then started moving up and down,
pushing on his back and rotating his pelvis. They were strong and calm
movements, well timed, giving Fabrizio very good sensations, and he
smiled in bliss.

"Do you like this way?" the youth asked him, continuing to pump slowly,
tenderly but vigorously inside him, from down upward.

"A lot... And you?"

"Also. You seem even more beautiful, now. It's good seeing that you like
it, how much you enjoy it. I like your smile."

Sergio always told him he liked his ass... Bertrand, even though was
fucking him with evident pleasure, told him he liked his smile. Also on
this point they were different. Sergio's member was bigger and longer,
but the way Bertrand was moving it inside him, made him regret nothing.

Bertrand stopped moving inside him and, remaining imbedded in him, sat
up and kissed him. Then pushed Fabrizio to lie on his back on the
mattress, folded back his legs and in that position, started to plunge
into him again with long, slow back and forth movements.

"And so? Do you like it so?" he asked, looking at him with a smile.

"Yes... I like. I seems that you can push it deeper, this way."

"Possibly... Do you know that I like you madly?"

"Thank you. You too."

"I would like this to never end." Bertrand said in a whisper, pushing it
all inside to the hilt.

"Yes..." Fabrizio answered making his hole palpitate around the root of
the turgid sword of the youth.

Bertrand bent to kiss him. Then whispered, "Your lips taste like a fresh
water spring. And you are beautiful."

"You too are beautiful." The boy answered happily.

"I like how you let me take you." The French youth said, starting again
to move inside the boy with long, calm movements, filled with gentle
virility.

"I like how you take me." Fabrizio answered with a smile full of
tenderness.

"I like how you smile." The other murmured continuing to slip in and out
with his calm and determined rhythm.

Finally Fabrizio guessed, felt that his mate was near reaching the point
of no return. The rhythm gradually became faster, almost imperceptibly
but surely, his breathing became deeper and shorter, all the young man's
muscles tensed and started to dart... until Bertrand, half closing his
eyes and his face suffused with a blissful expression, started to unload
in him with a set of strong and intense contractions, moaning his
enjoyment. Also Fabrizio, then, reached his orgasm - it wasn't intense
like when he reached it with Sergio, but it was just as enjoyable and
beautiful.

Bertrand lay on top, caressing him, "It's already over, unfortunately."
He complained, but with a smile full of sweetness. Then added, "But it
has been really beautiful. Thank you."

"Thank you to you..." the boy murmured feeling sated and happy.

Bertrand kissed him. "I want you again; can we meet?"

"Sure, whenever you like."

"It's my first time with a boy as young as you are. But I like you very
much."

"Do you like boys older than me better?" Fabrizio asked, with some
concern.

"Usually I do. But I like you way too much. There, in the jeans shop,
the sweet smile with which you left the jeans for me, conquered me at
once. I didn't know if you would have accepted having sex with me, but I
wanted it at once and so much, that I invited you to come here. I
usually don't do that, I almost never take the first step. But I'm happy
I did, this time, and I have been lucky. You are so beautiful..."

"You really want me again?"

"Yes, sure. Do you already have a boyfriend?"

"No..." Fabrizio answered, thinking that Sergio didn't account for one.
Then he asked, "And you?"

"Neither. But possibly I have found one."

"Oh... and do you see him often?"

"No, not yet, but I hope I can. And I hope he will be my steady
boyfriend."

"Do you like him a lot?" Fabrizio asked, with slight apprehension.

"Yes, a lot. He is a young boy, beautiful, with a special smile, and his
name is... Fabrizio"

"Me? Are you talking about me?" the boy asked, amazed and happy.

"Sure. I would like if you would become my boyfriend."

Fabrizio pushed himself against him, kissed him, then murmured, "I too
would like becoming your boyfriend..."

"Then we need to know each other better, right?"

"Yes, right. But am I not too young for you?"

"No, anyway you will grow up. But even now you are OK for me. I really
like you a lot, you know?"

"I do too."

They stayed embraced, lightly caressing each other, for a long time,
talking about a thousand things. Then Fabrizio, seeing what time it was,
told him he had to go back home. They dressed, said goodbye. Fabrizio
left Bertrand's home feeling light and happy.

He started to meet the young Frenchman quite often. But he didn't have
the heart to leave Sergio and anyway he was waiting for the man to leave
him, something, he thought that would happen quite soon.

After all Sergio gave him only sex, really pleasurable, but just sex -
outside that, they didn't share much more. Bertrand gave him also a lot
of tenderness, and he liked that. Also on a sex level he liked him. But
then, with Bertrand there was also communication, they were talking
about plenty of subjects. They started to meet to go to the movies
together, or at times to go to eat somewhere. Both had really little
money therefore they couldn't go out too often. But when they had time,
they liked to just go downtown to the commercial streets to do
window-shopping at the shops of clothing for young people. They had a
very similar taste about clothing. At times they also swapped their
clothes, as they wore the same size. Fabrizio liked this exchange of
clothes - it seemed to him that this increased their intimacy.

Another thing he liked about Bertrand was the simplicity with which he
made him understand when he desired to make love with him - he just said
it with sentences as "do you feel like going to relax for a while?" or,
"do you feel like giving some of your time to me?" or just, "what do you
think if we..." and gave him a smile filled with sweet promises. He
always willingly accepted, when he had enough free time, as he knew that
making love with Bertrand never was a quick. It could be short with
Sergio, something really intense but short, surely not with Bertrand.

Another point in which they were different, was that Sergio never
introduced him to his friends nor talked him about them. Bertrand, on
the contrary, little by little let him meet all his friends and often
introduced Fabrizio saying, "my boyfriend" with a pride that pleased the
boy.

Fabrizio was passing through a really serene period. Also at school he
was doing fine, and was becoming more and more skilled, especially in
drawing. In shaping he was nothing exceptional but not bad either. On
nudes, especially male nudes of course, he was the best of his course
and was also very good at architectural drawing. His mother, seeing his
more than good results at school, was proud of him.

They never spoke again about sexuality, but Fabrizio was glad he had no
longer had to hide this aspect of his life from her. And the fact that
Natalina stopped talking (or asking him) about girls, was proof she
really accepted him. The woman's serenity was also eloquent proof.

Fabrizio was growing up nicely, also physically. And the fact he was
maturing started to cause a certain slowing down in his relation with
Sergio. The man said nothing to him, but to the boy it was clear that
the final separation was nearing. This wasn't particularly worrying for
Fabrizio, mainly now that he had, anyway, Bertrand who, on the contrary,
seemed more and more attracted by him and by his more and more mature
and manly aspect.

Another thing he owed to Bertrand was the fact that the youth, at times,
took him to some gay places - seeing, meeting so many people having his
same tastes about sex, gave him a growing self-confidence, made him feel
less lonely, less "different".

For his summer vacations Fabrizio would have liked going to France with
Bertrand, as this was proposed to him, but his mother wanted to go to
Greece and insisted Fabrizio accompany her so the boy didn't have the
courage to refuse. So they left for Greece. After a one day visit to the
Parthenon (the only interesting and beautiful thing in Athens, that he
had deeply studied in the History of arts course), they went to an hotel
on a small island in Aegean sea.

In the mornings they went together to the beach then, in the afternoons,
while his mother went to do some shopping or a tour in a boat, he toured
the small island on foot, exploring it far and wide and shooting
pictures. Besides the small port, splendidly fitted out for the tourists
and full of shops and premises, the rest of the island was still as it
had to have been in ancient times - small fishermen's villages and a few
timeless houses of sheep farmers were scattered on the inland.

People were friendly even though, as they only spoke Greek, differently
from people at the port, the boy could not communicate with them. Anyway
he shot many pictures - of people, of the landscape, of the small white
houses, poor but clean, of their working tools...

He was taking pictures of a boat and of the young owner who, bare chest
(beautiful like that of a classic statue), was painting it with bright
colors, when the Greek smiled at him and gestured him to go nearer.
Fabrizio, after he shot a last picture, went near the young man. The
young fisherman said something to him in Greek. The boy shook his head
with a smile, to make him understand he didn't speak Greek. The other
repeated something pointing around them.

"Yes, the landscape is beautiful." Fabrizio said nodding and thinking he
had understood the other's gesture. The youth gave him a wide smile and
said something, pointing to himself then to Fabrizio. The boy, thinking
he pointed to his camera, asked, "Do you want me to take your picture?"
and raised his camera.

The youth shook his head and with his hand made him lower the camera
then said something more, this time pointing to his chest, then to
Fabrizio's chest. Then he again pointed all around them, then to his
boat.

"I can't understand..." the boy said, confused.

The young man then stretched out a hand and caressed the boy's side,
lightly pulling him towards himself and his eyes shone and at last
Fabrizio understood - the Greek was asking him to make love. Their
bodies brushed and the fisherman lightly kissed him on the lips then,
with a low and warm voice, said something.

Fabrizio didn't know what he said, but when the youth pulled him gently
towards the boat, he let him do so. The fisherman spread a straw mat on
the bottom of the boat, then climbed inside, guiding Fabrizio by his arm
with a light but determined hold. He lay on the mat pulling the boy onto
himself and started to undress him calmly, continuing to smile to him.
Fabrizio let him, like in a trance - fascinated by the fisherman, by his
sculptured body, by his bright smile, but above all by his assurance.

The young man, after having pulled off all his clothes, started to
undress at his turn, until he revealed his full erection. The warm sun
caressed their bodies, the boy's still fair and the perfectly tanned one
of the fisherman. Both lied down and he started to caress Fabrizio,
until also the boy was totally aroused. While the young man was
caressing him, with his warm and sensual voice, was saying who knows
what to him, and admired him with luminous eyes. Fabrizio was all a
quiver, and felt subjugated by the Greek.

When the young man's finger searched gently between his cheeks until it
found his hole, Fabrizio spread his legs to make him understand he liked
the intimate touch. Then the fisherman knelt between his spread legs,
raised them making them rest on his shoulders and, putting some spittle
on his fingers, started to lube his quivering little hole. He said
something in a low voice in which Fabrizio felt desire vibrate, then,
pulling him to himself, started to brush his hard stake between the
cheeks, up and down, passing again and again on the warm sphincter.
Fabrizio seized the fisherman's member and guided it until it pointed at
his anus. The young man asked him something. The boy nodded and pushed
his pelvis against he young man's rod. The fisherman smiled again,
seized the boy's waist, and as if gathering all his strength, gave a
strong push with his loins and sank totally inside him.

Fabrizio moaned with pleasure. The Greek, now still, caressed his cheek,
studying his expression. The boy smiled, nodded again and murmured, "I
like it... Go on..."

The fisherman, as if he understood, started then to take him with a set
of rhythmic strokes. Fabrizio raised his hands and brushed the man's
nipples, caressed his hollow, tense and hard belly, fondled his small
muscled bottom that was darting at each lunge, caressed his strong and
slightly hairy thighs, then the hairless arms. The young man smiled at
him, evidently pleased by the boys reaction and murmured sweet words to
him, that Fabrizio couldn't understand but that were like music to his
ears.

He felt like dieing for the gentle virility with which the fisherman was
taking him and thought he was something halfway between Sergio and
Bertrand or rather, perhaps, the best of both of them in one person. A
fresh breeze caressed their naked bodies increasing the agreeable
sensations of their passionate union.

"That's great..." Fabrizio murmured. The youth said something in a
gentle tone. "I like you too much..." the boy answered. The Greek said a
few words. They continued for a while that kind of dialog without
understanding the words, but guessing their meaning.

Until Fabrizio saw an intense expression showing on the fisherman's face
and understood he was reaching the acme of pleasure. The young man's
movements became more passionate, determined, fast and the boy felt him
downloading inside him in a set of intense shudders. The fisherman's
face seemed transfigured, it looked wonderful. For a moment he became
still, his shivering member still deeply embedded inside him. The man
caressed him. Fabrizio was aware, with some amazement, that the man's
member was not softening. The fisherman started to take him again with
calm, controlled movements and Fabrizio, who hadn't yet come, abandoned
himself, happy and grateful to that unexpected continuation.

The fisherman smiled at him full of warmth and this time started to
caress all over his body, in a skilled way, so that the boy soon felt
seized by a really strong excitation. The Greek was giving him
indescribable sensations. He could feel the strong rod filing inside
him, back and forth, while his strong hands were titillating all over
his body and he felt as if in paradise.

"I'm coming..." the boy moaned, seized by uncontrollable contractions
and shudders, "I'm... coooo... oooming!" he almost shouted while from
his tense member were sprouting jets on jets of seed. And while he was
coming he felt, he became aware, with a confused pleasure that the
beautiful fisherman was coming again inside him.

Fabrizio relaxed, worn out but happy. The man didn't yet slip out of
him, vas continuing his in-and-out, but now tenderly. He lay on top of
the boy, wrapped him in his arms and legs and kissed him intimately,
continuing to move slightly inside him until his member, becoming
gradually soft, slipped out.

Then the young man, pulling off of his neck a thin silver chain, put it
on Fabrizio's neck and said with a smile, "Not forget, boy!"

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER FOUR

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