Date: Sat, 08 Jul 2006 08:29:40 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Fabrizio's First "No!" - 5/8 (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 FIVE

That evening, on his bed, Fabrizio thought back to the sex he had had
with the queer stranger. And he thought also to his few past
experiences. Up to now, in one way or another, all had been agreeable,
even though all so different from one another.

The first, Daniele... his PL just wanted to amuse himself with him, but
he had some sweetness and between them there was friendship, connivance.
He wanted to amuse himself but also made him amused. Daniele always did
so that they could come at the same moment. No, he hadn't been in love
with Daniele, nor his friend with him, but between them there had been
some affection.

Then came Sergio. He was skilled in making love, one could feel he had
lot of experience. And the man treated him with a tenderness he liked,
almost as if he were a precious object. Even though the man got tired of
him when he grew up and became more manly - Sergio was always and only
in search for adolescents. In his way Sergio had possibly also loved
him, or better to say, he didn't love him, Fabrizio, but the adolescent
he had been. Surely, when Sergio was taking him, he made him feel a
really intense pleasure. He was skilled, without any doubt.

Then Bertrand. The French youth was the one who gave him most
tenderness. He made him feel desired, and he liked this very much.
Desired, but not only physically. Well, also physically, of course. In a
way, Bertrand was compensating for his lesser skill compared to Sergio,
with his greater tenderness. And yet, he knew well that, also with
Bertrand there was no love. They fit very well together, they were
affectionate, but... No, it wasn't love. By the way, they never talked
about love, to tell the truth. And anyway, even though he was less
skilled than Sergio, Fabrizio liked how the young French took him. He
liked seeing the intense expression he had when he enjoyed in him and
made him enjoy with him. Up to now Bertrand, all considered, was the
best... undoubtedly.

Then he recalled the Greek fisherman. It had been a unique experience,
particularly intense. Yes, possibly, if they had the chance to meet
again he could have fallen in love with the beautiful Greek - virile and
sweet at once. That man who picked him up with the same naturalness one
picks up a beautiful flower, who savoured him with the same joy one
savours a sweet, ripe fruit. It was possibly also the fact that they did
it in the open, under the sun, under a sky so blue as one can see only
in cartoons and in Greek islands.

And last, the man of that evening. Who used him. When he asked to be
penetrated (for him an absolutely new experience) he didn't ask that to
give him pleasure, but only to get pleasure. Pleasure that, anyway, had
been intense, he couldn't deny it. In a way also the stranger was
skilled. He had a wife and children, possibly even a child of his same
age, it was not impossible. A man aiming anyway straight at his goal -
he showed that with his approach in the movie theatre, in the way he
took him to the hotel, in the way he had sex with him.

And then he recalled Guglielmo also.

Guglielmo who liked young men. So, then, he liked him too? He had been
very kind with him, but was it, exactly, just kindness? Guglielmo had to
be a kind type, by nature, towards everybody. He asked himself how it
could be... making love with Guglielmo. In spite of what Bertrand told
him, he thought it had to be something beautiful, very beautiful,
especially if making love was the same with being loved. Love, the true
one... would he ever know it? And if yes, when? With whom?

He fell asleep with the image of Guglielmo's smile in his mind, hoping
that that smile could also be for him, in some way. "It's worth trying
to make a man like Guglielmo happy..." he told himself while he was
slipping into sleep.

He spent the day of twenty-seventh doing part of his homework while his
mother was in the other room with father Carlo.

And the twenty-eighth came. Fabrizio was excited at the idea of seeing
Guglielmo again. He thought over and over how to dress for the occasion.
Unconsciously, the boy wanted to make an impression on the man. He
wanted to be attractive. Unconsciously, because he didn't think in the
least to try to conquer him - such an exceptional man seemed totally out
of his reach. As much as Guglielmo liked young men, I'm just a kid in
his eyes, he was saying to himself. Just out of kindness he said from
seventeen, eighteen-year-old up.

At last he wore plain black jeans, a red silk shirt and a black denim
jacket. He gave his black shoes a shine. Put the Swatch he liked best on
his wrist. He threw a glance at himself in the mirror and, satisfied
with his image, left.

He got to the bar where they were to meet, as usual, ten minutes early.
He entered and sat down. He said to the waiter who came for the order he
was waiting for friends.

He was there for two or three minutes, when saw Guglielmo entering the
bar.

The man saw him at once and, smiling, came towards him, "Ah, you are
already here?"

"Yes, for a short while - I don't like to make others wait for me, I'd
rather wait for the others."

"Like me, then. Did you already place your order?"

"No, not yet."

"Enzo is always a little late - let's order something. What may I offer
you?"

"Nothing, thank you..."

"Yes, come on! I'd be pleased to offer you something."

"You already gave me that fabulous dinner. Rather, it's me who has to
offer you something. Even though I'm just a boy."

"Age doesn't matter! Amongst friends, this is the last thing that
matters, like between lovers. A hot chocolate with whipped cream, for
me."

"Well, the same for me, then," the boy said making sign to the waiter.

While they were sipping their chocolate, Guglielmo said, "I'm so happy I
met you again. Rather, before this, having got to know you."

"The same here." Fabrizio almost whispered, and felt he was blushing.

"What is your program for these holidays?"

"Nothing special. I'll do my homework, meet some friends, keep mum
company, pass the time."

"Aren't you going anywhere?"

"No..."

"I neither. If you like, we can meet again, some time."

"I would be very pleased."

"Later I have to go to Rome for a few days and then, possibly, to
Venezuela for the FAO."

"Ah..." Fabrizio said, but he wanted to ask him, instead: will you be
away for a long time? When can I see you again? But he simply asked,
"When will you leave for Rome?"

"On January seventh. I will spend Epiphany here in Turin."

"Also New Years Eve?"

"Yes, sure. How will you welcome the New Year?"

"I've no plans..."

At that moment Enzo arrived, apologizing for being late, "Anyway, we are
still in time for the show, aren't we?" he asked.

"Yes, sure, we can stay here some fifteen minutes more. Would you like
something, Enzo?" Guglielmo asked gently.

"Yes, thank you. A couple of toasted sandwiches with a cappuccino.
Fabri, have you ever seen African dances? No? They're beautiful,
especially because the dancers are almost naked and have such fine
bodies! I never did it with a black man. You, Guglielmo? Is it true
their 'things' are of a maxi size?"

"Well, they are of all sizes amongst Africans also, but the average is
bigger than ours, that's true. Even though I think that what matters
more is not the size but how you use it." The man answered, laughing.

"Possibly not what matters more, but... How many black boys did you take
to your bed, during your journeys, eh?"

"It happened, yes..." Guglielmo answered quietly.

"The choreographer who gave you the tickets also?"

"No, not him... He is a handsome man, and gay, but we are just friends."

"Why, is he only a top like you?" Enzo asked.

Fabrizio was annoyed by these intimate questions, but Guglielmo didn't
seem to lose his smile, even though he elegantly eluded an answer.

Fabrizio admired him. And intervened, "I had always been fascinated by
folkloristic dances. Even though this is only the second time I will see
them live."

"And the first one?" Guglielmo asked.

"I was fourteen, it was a group from Sardinia."

"Traditional Sardinian dances are also very beautiful. They contain very
ancient elements."

"But Sardinian males never dance half naked, unhappily." Enzo
intervened.

Guglielmo laughed, nodding slightly.

Fabrizio, on the contrary, said, irritated, "If the only thing of
interest to you are naked males, why not, instead of coming to see the
dances, you don't go to a sauna?"

"Well, one doesn't compare with the other." Enzo retorted, laughing.

Guglielmo smiled and said to Fabrizio, in a conciliatory tone, "Anyway,
having the chance to look at a beautiful naked male body is always
something agreeable, is it not? Also in the aesthetic sense there is
always an erotic element, as well as in the erotic glance there is
always an aesthetic element. Man is not made in watertight
compartments."

"At times he is..." Fabrizio retorted, but with a smile.

They went to the theatre. They had good places and so they could enjoy
the show, which was really beautiful, interesting and, the boy thought,
surely also very erotic - the dancers' bodies were perfect and moved in
an extremely sensual way.

Guglielmo was sitting in the middle, with Fabrizio at his left and Enzo
at his right. During the show, at one point, Fabrizio felt Guglielmo's
hand lightly brushing his thigh. It wasn't, as with the man at the movie
theatre, an explicit move - that man put his hand straight in his thigh
and fingered him. Guglielmo, instead, had his hand resting on his own
thigh and was very lightly brushing the boy's thigh with the side of his
hand, almost timidly. And yet, Fabrizio could sense it; it wasn't
accidental. He shivered and hoped that the man touched him in a more
explicit way, to make him understand without doubt that he desired him.
He felt he wanted to be desired by Guglielmo. But after a while the hand
moved away and the contact stopped. Fabrizio felt disappointed. He
wanted that contact; how light it had been, he enjoyed it.

He waited for some time, but nothing happened. Then, changing his
position slightly on the seat, his leg gently pushed against that of
Guglielmo. The man didn't move away but gave no reaction. Fabrizio,
although feeling embarrassed by what he was doing, imperceptibly
increased the pressure of his leg. After a while Guglielmo's hand
resumed the previous position and again brushed the boy's thigh.
Fabrizio eyes were following the show, but all his attention was focused
on that light contact he was hoping could become more daring, more
explicit. Alas in vain.

Then the boy put his hand on his right thigh so that now his hand was
touching that of Guglielmo. Nothing happened. Fabrizio felt a rush of
heat to his temples, his heart was beating rapidly. He mustered up
courage and pushed his little finger between the man's little finger and
the ring finger. The man squeezed it a little and Fabrizio exulted. Then
the boy hooked his little finger so that it intertwined with that of the
man - also Guglielmo hooked his own little finger and clenched it a
little. Fabrizio clenched back, feeling incredibly excited.

The discreet game went on to the end of the first part of the show. To
clap, they had to separate their hands.

Then Guglielmo stood up, "Let's go and have a drink, boys!" he proposed.

They went to the hall bar. While they were drinking, they exchanged
impressions of the first part of the show. Fabrizio tried to read a
message in Guglielmo's glances. The man was smiling, while talking, and
the boy again had the impression that, as with the first time they met,
even when he was talking to Enzo, he was really talking only for him.
But Fabrizio was asking himself if he was not just imagining it.

They went back to their seats and the second part started. Their hands
again lightly brushed in the dark, between the two seats. This time the
man's hand partly rested on that of the boy - his fingertips started to
slip, light like butterflies, along Fabrizio's fingers, in a barely
perceptible but unequivocal caress. The boy felt happy - even though he
would have liked the man's to become more daring; he was enjoying the
contact anyway.

When the show was over, Fabrizio hoped that Guglielmo would invite him
to his place, that he would say something. But the man, after asking the
two youths if they enjoyed the show, just said good-bye with a generic
invitation to meet again, sooner or later. Fabrizio felt tempted to say
something, but didn't have the courage. Therefore, greeting both of
them, he went towards his home, thoughtful.

Was it possible that what happened had no meaning at all? For Guglielmo
it was just a friendly gesture? Was he fantasizing too much? It was
evident that Guglielmo liked him, but possibly nothing more? Surely, if
the man really wanted, could have touched him in a more erotic way - he
possibly didn't do so because he didn't feel desire for him. Had he been
wrong not to push the situation further? But he was just a boy, wouldn't
it have been up to the man to take the first explicit step?

Fabrizio decided he had to stop dreaming - evidently Guglielmo didn't
feel attracted to him.

But on the afternoon of the thirtieth, Guglielmo called him, "Fabrizio,
I don't have any plans for the last day of the year, thus I was thinking
that, if you have nothing better to do, you could come to see the New
Year in at my place. I'm alone and would be really pleased to welcome
the New Year with you."

The boy felt moved and happy, "Yes, sure, willingly. What time should I
show up?"

"If you don't eat supper before, we could have a midnight New Year's Eve
dinner. You can get here around ten PM, so I have the time to cook
before you come. Then if you want, I can take you back home with my car,
when you want to leave. How long do you think you can stay here?"

"I just need to inform mum and any time will be alright. To what time
would you like me to stay?" he asked, his heart in his mouth.

"For me, if you want to sleep here, you can stay as long as you wish.
The guest room is at your disposal."

"The guest room?" Fabrizio asked, unable to hide his disappointment
totally.

"If you want to sleep. But of course you are free to do as you please.
If you would rather not sleep at all or go back home, you can. As for
me, I'm free also on the first of the year, therefore we can also spend
all night asleep, together."

"Good, I will tell mum I will sleep out, so I can be free to be back
home any time I want. Is that alright?"

"Perfect. So, then, I'll expect you at 10 PM, OK?"

"Should I bring anything?"

"You don't need to. Come; just bring yourself." The man answered with a
voice that Fabrizio felt as incredibly sweet.

"Thank you. See you tomorrow, then."

His heart was drumming - Guglielmo invited him and said that, this time,
they would be alone, all night long. Come; just bring yourself, he'd
said. These words sounded full of promise in the boy's mind.

He told his mother about the invitation. The woman didn't raise any
objection.

She only said, "If your friend prepares the midnight dinner, even though
he said to bring nothing, I think it appropriate you take him something.
If not for the dinner, at least a present. Do you have anything in
mind?"

"No, I still don't know him well enough, I've no idea what he would
like."

"Well, think of something. Today, shops are all open, if you need to buy
something. Do you have enough money?"

"Yes mum, thank you. I'll go out to see if I get some ideas."

"Yes, that's good. Possibly just a nice box of chocolates, or something
alike..."

Fabrizio went out and started to browse the shop windows, hoping that
something would inspire him. He went in front of a little shop selling
exotic objects that always fascinated him. He entered and started to
carefully look at the thousand curious objects that were for sale. But,
differently from the other times, now everything seemed trivial to him,
or useless, or in bad taste.

For an exceptional person like Guglielmo, he thought, he needed to find
something exceptional... but what? He left the shop. He toured looking
at many windows, entered dozens of shops, but every time without any
success. Was it possible that he would not be able to find anything?

He was about giving up, dissatisfied, disappointed, when he saw an old
religious items shop. It had a dusty aspect, almost slovenly, one of
these shops that one asks himself how they can survive, if they still
were able to sell anything. He looked in the window - small plaster
statues of Our Lady of Lourdes or of the Sacred Heart, glass rosaries,
mass-produced crucifixes, nothing interesting. He was about to leave
when he caught a glimpse, behind the window, of the owner - a little old
lady of times gone by, who was looking at him with a sweet smile. It was
possibly the woman's smile that charmed him; so, without thinking, he
entered.

"Good evening, young man. How can I help you?" the old woman asked with
a light, gentle voice.

"I would like to get a present for a very dear friend. He is a
forty-seven- years-old, who's traveled in a many countries. Something
special, beautiful, something... I don't know, worthy of him."

"Yes, I see. I possibly have what you are looking for. If you'll just
wait awhile... I have to find it, it's somewhere in the back-shop, I am
sure."

"Yes, thank you." Fabrizio said, fascinated by the old, small lady's
smile.

She tightened about her shoulders the small woolen cape, gave him
another smile and disappeared behind the curtain of the back-store door.

Fabrizio looked around - what could she possibly have, fitting? He
didn't see but old, trivial things - small lights to put in front of
sacred images, biscuit angels with gilt wings, holographies with
religious subjects not old enough to be an antique piece, not recent
enough to be modern. Items for old bigoted people, certainly not for
Guglielmo. Who knows why he entered here? He was wasting his time and
that of the old lady. It was possibly better to call her back, buy
something just to thank her for wasting her time with him; like those
colored candles, they were not bad.

Several minutes elapsed and Fabrizio asked himself if it wasn't better
just to leave without waiting for the old lady to come back. It would
have been impolite, but what was he doing in that shop? He had been
silly to enter, he was saying to himself.

The little old lady emerged again from the back-shop. She had in her
hands an old shoe box. She gave him another of her gentle smiles, "Here
it is. I made you wait for a long time, I beg your forgiveness, but I
found it. Look, isn't it beautiful? Nobody makes them any more, do you
know?" she said putting the box on the counter and opening it.

Inside there were some small parcels wrapped in white tissue paper,
yellowed by age. She carefully opened one of them, slowly unwrapping it,
until out came a small statue of Saint Joseph that she put on the
counter. Then she unwrapped a second parcel, a third one... and on the
counter a Christmas nativity scene of astounding beauty took shape.

"You see? My father made them, all by hand, one by one. Not with a mould
- he carved them. And my mother painted them, one by one. Only this set
remains. Such beautiful pieces are no longer made, isn't it true? For
years, I didn't sell this one - it is the last one and people no longer
appreciate things like these. Now they make nativities with a mould, in
plastic. Look at the faces, at the hands, at their poses - aren't they
extraordinary? Take them in your hands, look at them carefully..."

Fabrizio took one piece after the other in his hands and contemplated
them - they were true masterpieces. Above all the little child Jesus -
so different from the usual ones, so true - a newborn baby lying on his
back playing with his foot, happy laughter on his face.

"It is really wonderful, but... how much will it cost... and then,
aren't you sorry to lose it?"

"No, as I know it will be in good hands. Its price... In all there are
twenty pieces, so give me twenty thousand liras, if you don't think it
is too much."

"I... it was the sum I thought to spend, in fact..." Fabrizio said,
stupefied, "... but it seems to me far too low a price for such a
beautiful and rare nativity... are you sure it is alright?"

"Yes, young man. Do you want me to change the tissue paper? I can also
look for a better box..."

"No, madam, it is alright as it is. Thank you very much."

He went out of the shop feeling happy - he was sure that Guglielmo would
really appreciate the present. After all he too, for Christmas, gave him
a nativity. Therefore he would surely like - Guglielmo seemed the type
that would never give something he didn't like for a present.

The day after he awaited the time to go at Guglielmo's home with
impatience. He carefully wrapped the old shoe box in beautiful red
wrapping paper, closed it with a broad white ribbon, and put it in a
plastic bag. He added a greetings card, on which he wrote just a few
words, "Starting the New Year with you is the best guarantee that it
will be a splendid year. Thank you."

He went up to Guglielmo's home and gave him his present. The man thanked
him and put it on the table: "I will open it after midnight - it will
thus be, the first present of the New Year." He said.

They chatted for a while of this and that - the man was kind, almost
affectionate, and was looking at him with laughing and bright eyes.
Fabrizio felt that glance as magnetic, and yet nothing happened, there
was nothing that could make him think that Guglielmo desired him. Then
they sat at the table. The meal was really good. Guglielmo served him
with care and kindness, looked at him with a smile, everything he did
was for him, it was clear, but... Nothing more than a particularly
friendly attitude, also affectionate, but surely not what the boy
desired, hoped for, wanted.

Midnight was approaching. Guglielmo took the champagne bottle, "Are you
ready? Start the count-down, we are about to enter the New Year..." he
said standing up. Also Fabrizio stood up and, they both, together,
looking at the clock, scanned the seconds up to the pop of the champagne
cork.

"Happy New Year, Fabrizio." The man said, filling the champagne glasses
ready on the table.

"Happy New Year." Fabrizio answered, looking into his eyes.

Guglielmo put the bottle on the table but, instead of taking the glasses
for the toast, turned towards the boy and embraced him. Fabrizio
answered to that embrace with transport and, on instinct, kissed the man
on his lips. It was a light kiss, but Guglielmo hugged him with strength
and answered to the kiss pressing his lips on the boy's. Fabrizio parted
them. Guglielmo inserted his tongue between them - they kissed with
passion. Without a word, their bodies adhered and felt the reciprocal
erections palpitate one against the other's body. Their hands were
groping all over the other's body. Filled with desire, their bodies
pushed tightly, brushed and Guglielmo feverishly started to undress the
boy.

Fabrizio was all a shudder, was moved and happy. He confusedly thought
that the New Year was beginning in a really splendid way. Guglielmo, as
he was undressing the boy, was kissing and caressing his body and
Fabrizio literally felt in paradise - he was incredibly excited, he
trembled from the emotion.

Guglielmo looked at him with shining eyes filled with desire and asked
him, with a tender voice, "Would you come to the other room? To my bed?"

"Yes..."

"Come..."

They climbed on the double bed, lay down embracing again, starting to
intimately kiss again. Guglielmo started to undress the boy again and
Fabrizio also started to pull off the man's clothes. In a short time
they were both naked.

"How beautiful you are!" Guglielmo said in a dreamy voice.

"You too..." Fabrizio answered looking at the firm, lean body of the
man, virile, just slightly hairy, attractive.

"Oh, I possibly was twenty years ago." The man played down with a smile.

"No, I like you a great deal."

"Really?"

"Yes, you really are beautiful." Fabrizio said, caressing him with his
eyes.

Guglielmo got on top of him, covering him with his body, wrapping him in
his limbs, moving slightly, so that their chests, bellies, hard members
brushed one against the other. Fabrizio emitted a light sigh of
pleasure.

"I thought you didn't like me." The boy murmured smiling at his
misinterpretation.

"On the contrary - since the first moment I saw you, I desired you. And
the more I get to know you, the more I desire you."

"You never did anything to make me realise." Fabrizio told him in a tone
of sweet reproach.

"I thought I was too old for you."

"No, you are just the right age."

"I am almost three times your age."

"Is it a burden, for you?" Fabrizio asked him, smiling.

"No. But for you?"

"Not at all."

Guglielmo kissed him again, with passion. Then he went down to lick his
neck, his chest, to suckle his small, hard nipples, to kiss his hollow
and tense belly. Fabrizio was all a shudder and groped the man's body,
seized by a deep excitation. When at last Guglielmo lips reached his
member and kissed, licked, sucked it. Fabrizio jolted and moaned, seized
by the delirium of his senses.

Then the man licked his thighs, sides, made him turn on his belly and
nibbled his small firm globes and with his tongue teased the secret and
sensitive spot until he felt that the boy was all a quiver. Then he went
up along his spine, to his neck, made the boy turn again on his back and
kissed him in the mouth, while with his hands caressed his body.

Fabrizio was also licking and kissing the man's body, fingered his
turgid genitals, suckled his nipples, happy for the shudders he was
provoking in that body that he could finally enjoy. Guglielmo started to
go down again with his tongue along the boy's body. Fabrizio spread his
legs as he felt that Guglielmo was reaching his member, pushing them
against his chest in a silent offer. The man started to suck his pole
while with a finger teased the exposed hole. Fabrizio was squirming from
the pleasure. He wanted to be taken, he wanted it with all himself,
notwithstanding the man's member was the biggest he ever saw. But
Guglielmo went up again to kiss him in the mouth. So doing, the man's
hard member was now pointing between his cheeks, brushing against his
hole.

"Do you want me?" Fabrizio murmured, filled with hope.

"Yes..." The man whispered with hoarse voice, quivering.

"Take me." The boy said happily.

"Yes..." the man murmured, moved, and crouching in front of the offered
bottom, he went to it with tongue and started to lick, with the clear
intent to lube it well.

Fabrizio was more and more aroused, "Oh, take me." He repeated in a
whisper.

"Yes..." Guglielmo said and his powerful rod took the place of the
tongue, and the tense glans caressed for a long time the palpitating
sphincter.

"Take me!" the boy begged.

"Yes!" Guglielmo answered, his voice hoarse, and pushed.

"Ahhh!" the boy moaned feeling suddenly opened up.

"I'm hurting you..." the man said in alarm, becoming still.

"It's really big."

"You want me to stop?"

"No! Take me. Don't worry."

"But..."

"I want you inside me... please..."

Guglielmo tenderly caressed him, and then resumed pushing to enter him.

"Yes, so... so..."

"Is it alright? Really?" the man, still worrying, asked.

"It's very good... go on..." the boy said with an alluring smile,
caressing his chest and sides.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER SIX

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