Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2006 10:02:15 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Fabrizio's First "No!" - 6/8 (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 SIX

They were lying side by side, embraced, enjoying the peace following a
good orgasm. Fabrizio was thinking that he'd never experienced such a
good, full orgasm. He felt happy.

Guglielmo was tenderly caressing him and Fabrizio had his cheek on the
man's chest.

"Fabrizio?"

"Tell me."

"You... I like you so very much."

"I do too."

"I... I would like you to be my boyfriend."

Fabrizio felt an intense joy and was about to answer yes, but suddenly
he thought of Bertrand and became sad - in fact the French youth, just
before leaving for his country, asked him if he wanted to be his
boyfriend and Fabrizio answered yes. And now... he couldn't leave
Bertrand, that would have dealt him a bad blow, and the young man didn't
deserve it. He would have liked being Guglielmo's boyfriend, but he
couldn't.

His silence worried the man, "You possibly think I'm moving too fast, as
we still don't know each other enough?"

"No, it's not that, it is that..."

"Then I was right, I am too old for you."

"No, no... I... I didn't tell you, but... well, you see, I now feel
ashamed telling you, but... I already have a lover."

"Oh, I see. If I knew..."

"It's my fault, I should have told you before, but I like you so much, I
didn't think, I was too happy you wanted me. Forgive me!" Fabrizio said,
sincerely grieving for having created such a situation.

"I too like you to die for. No, I understand you, you have nothing to
reproach yourself."

They kept silent for a long time, lying on the bed, embraced, continuing
to lightly caress each other. Fabrizio was feeling the sweet warmth of
Guglielmo's body and he liked it, but he also felt the sweetness of the
man's sentiment and he liked this even more. He kissed Guglielmo and the
man passionately returned the kiss, filled with renewed desire and,
little by little, they started making love again. It was way too
beautiful - Fabrizio, even though he was feeling torn, was not able to
resist and after a while he begged Guglielmo to take him again.

With tender passion, the man had the boy's legs on his shoulders and,
caressing him for a long time, crept inside him again. Fabrizio's
radiant expression, the passionate and total way he was giving himself
to the man, set Guglielmo even more on fire and, feeling desired, he
took the boy with gentle vigor. Fabrizio was happily tossing under him,
savouring each moment of their second union. They were both oblivious of
everything and everybody - they were engrossed only in enjoying each
other, giving each other the best of himself.

Fabrizio was thinking that he never experienced anything like this - the
pain he was feeling because of the size of the man's penis, was
something he accepted serenely, gratefully. Like the first times he had
been penetrated - he knew that gradually that pain would attenuate,
disappear, leaving only the pleasure, already intense, he was feeling.

The boy was conscious of another thing - Guglielmo was undoubtedly
skilled in making love (more or less than Sergio, he couldn't tell) but
he was feeling in a tangible way that Guglielmo was giving him much more
than a splendid fuck - he was giving him something much more important,
much more beautiful, much more exciting also - he was giving him love!

The others, when they made love with him, only wanted to enjoy him, even
if at times also to make him enjoy. Guglielmo on the contrary, it was
evident, was caring only about Fabrizio's pleasure and the boy, in an
instinctive answer, cared only to give to the man the utmost pleasure,
accept, the pain he was feeling and that, unavoidably, at least for the
first times, he would continue feel. No, that was not just fucking, was
not just making love, that was true love... the boy was thinking while
he was feeling lost in Guglielmo's adoring eyes.

Also that firm, strong and shuddering flesh rod that was filling him,
widening him, massaging his depths, was imparting to him only an intense
love as he had never yet known.

Nobody ever seemed him so beautiful, extraordinary, and desirable as the
man to whom he was giving himself.

"Oh Fabrizio..." the man panted, with a sweet voice.

"Yes, Guglielmo..."

"I love you..." Guglielmo murmured.

These three words, so sweet, so beautiful, caused in Fabrizio two
opposite reactions - an intense pleasure, and the regret he could not
tell them him the same in return. He was feeling he was in love with
Guglielmo, but how to do this? What to do about Bertrand?

They again reached orgasm, again both at the same moment, feeling they
were together in heaven. They clung to each other, deeply kissing.

"Happy new year, Fabrizio." The man whispered.

"To you too." The boy answered, a tear shining in the corner of his eye.

"Are you crying? Why?" Guglielmo asked worriedly, gently drying the
single tear.

"Because I don't know what to do. I should leave him, but I don't want
to give him sorrow. But this way I risk giving it to you, and you don't
deserve it."

"Fabrizio, I love you, and I have your happiness at heart. If you want
to stay with him, I will understand. I'm asking nothing of you. Whatever
you decide, for me will be all right, you must not worry about me. I
only want you to be happy."

"I never felt so good... you are an extraordinary man."

"No, I am just a common man. You, rather, are an exceptional boy - your
sweetness, your fresh, mischievous smile, your openness, your
sensitivity conquered me."

"You only say that because you feel you love me."

"Certainly - love makes us able to see our beloved clearly."

"I would like to be able to say - I love you." Fabrizio whispered almost
in a sob, clinging to the man.

Guglielmo pulled him against himself, kissed him on a cheek and cuddled
him. He lightly caressed the nape of his neck, and Fabrizio curled
himself against him. Without wanting to, the boy drifted off into a
sweet sleep. Guglielmo remained still, not wanting to wake him up, even
when his body started to grow numb and tingle in discomfort. He lightly
caressed the boy's body telling himself that he'd never before met
somebody so lovable.

Fabrizio slept for about an hour. He woke up and saw Guglielmo looking
at him sweetly and felt happy - that look alone was worth a lot more
than treasure. Being looked at in that way was something wonderful.

"Sorry, I fell asleep."

"It's alright. You were so enchanting, even while asleep."

"Possibly... possibly it's better we get dressed." The boy said thinking
that, otherwise, he would have started making love with the man again.

"We can just put something on, to keep warm. Wait..." he said leaving
the bed. He looked in the closet and took out two different robes
showing them to the boy, "Choose, the Arab tunic, or this Japanese
kimono?"

"The kimono." The boy said, getting off the bed.

"Good, then I'll wear the tunic."

They went back to the living room. "The champagne... we forget it."
Fabrizio said taking the two glasses and giving one to Guglielmo.

"To your health, and that you have a splendid year in front of you."
Guglielmo said.

"It has started in a splendid way." The boy murmured and his face became
suffused with a slight flush.

Then Guglielmo remembered Fabrizio's present and opened it. The boy was
watching the man's reaction - when he saw him brighten while admiring
the small statues, he felt happy.

"It is wonderful! Where did you find such a masterpiece? You must have
spent a lot of money, you shouldn't! It is way too beautiful."

"I'm glad you like it."

"I will put it under a glass dome, so that it won't get dusty, and I'll
keep it on display all year long. So, each time I look at it, I will
remember this wonderful night. To tell the truth, I wouldn't need it - I
will never forget this night."

"Neither I."

"I didn't give you a present."

"You may think so. Just being here with you is a wonderful present."

"You are sweet..." Guglielmo said embracing him warmly. They kissed, but
soon parted, aware that otherwise they would start making love again.

They drank some more champagne and talked. Fabrizio loved listening to
Guglielmo, asking him questions, discussing with him. Time was flying
agreeably, without his being aware of its passing. From the window the
first light of dawn started to creep into the room.

"It would be better I go back home - you need to sleep a while, I
think." Fabrizio said.

"Why don't you stay here to sleep? With me?" Guglielmo gently proposed.

"If you want..."

"Yes, I would be happy."

They went back to the bedroom, undressed and lay half embraced, under
the soft eiderdown. This time it was Guglielmo who fell asleep first.
Fabrizio looked at his serene face and thought he was wonderful. He
wanted to kiss him, but held back, not to awaken him. He had to talk to
Bertrand, explain to him, tell him he could not keep his promise. So,
later, he could return Guglielmo's love unconditionally. Yes, he
absolutely had to do so, he promised to himself while he too was falling
asleep, serene, happy, savouring the warmth of his companion's body.

He went back home in the afternoon. He felt light, happy. His mother was
not at home, she left a note saying she would be back for supper, that
was already cooked.

Fabrizio went to his room and started drawing - Guglielmo sleeping,
serene, with himself lying next to the man, in admiration, full of
desire... and while he was drawing, he saw again all the splendid
moments he had had with the man. Nobody had ever attracted him so
strongly and nobody ever gave him so much. Really the New Year had
started wonderfully.

When his mother got back home, she noticed at once the happiness of her
son.

"Did you have a good day?" she asked.

"Yes, really beautiful."

"I can see it."

"With an exceptional person."

"Do I know him?"

"No... his name is Guglielmo."

"A school-mate?"

"No, a friend of a friend. He is forty-seven-years-old."

"Forty-seven? He could be your father." The woman said, amazed, almost
in a reproaching tone.

"No, I think I'm in love with him."

"Isn't there too much difference in age, Fabri?"

"No, absolutely not. He has a young, fresh heart. He is an exceptional
man. And he too is in love with me."

"Fabri... when you fall in love, everything seems to be perfect, but...
I would think about later... He is thirty years older than you, they
seem to me too many. I'm afraid it cannot last long."

"Why, mum?"

"Just think - when you are a young man in full vigor, he will be a
little old man."

"Well, I know, and this thought doesn't scare me at all. If we love each
other, we will be OK together all the same, won't we?"

"I feel you are acting somewhat recklessly. You have to reflect on this
carefully, Fabrizio."

"When you fall in love, mum, difficulties don't scare you. I know that
there will be, but I don't care, because I also know that he and I will
overcome them. If you knew him, mum, you couldn't but love him. And you
would only think that I've been incredibly lucky to have met a man like
him."

"If this does continue... certainly, I would be happy to meet him. You
know that I only want you to be happy, don't you?" the woman said
sweetly.

"Yes, mum. Thank you."

The day after, Fabrizio called Guglielmo. They talked for a long time.

Then the man said, "I would like to see you again."

"I too. Are you free, tomorrow?"

"Yes, sure. Would you like to go somewhere together?"

"Yes, where?"

"Did you ever ride a horse?" Guglielmo asked.

"Never..."

"Do you feel like coming with me to the riding school? I can teach you."

"It must be great. Is it difficult?"

"No, you will see. And later you can come for supper at my place."

"Sure, willingly."

"Just wear old jeans and shoes, so we can ride the horses."

Fabrizio was happy. He went to do his homework, but his mind continued
wander back to Guglielmo and he was already anticipating their next
meeting. But, he said to himself, this time absolutely no sex - he had
to settle things with Bertrand first; it would be best, fairer. It will
be splendid just being near him...

They rode horses. Guglielmo was really skilled and taught the boy the
basics. They spent a very agreeable afternoon. Then they went to take a
shower. The boxes were separated by ground glass and Fabrizio could make
out, in the near box, the shape of the naked body of the man and
couldn't help but to be aroused. They got out and dried themselves and
Fabrizio contemplated with increasing desire the virile body of
Guglielmo.

They went to the man's home. As soon as they were inside, Guglielmo
embraced and kissed him, and Fabrizio was no more able to keep faith to
all his good resolutions that dissolved like dew under the sun - he
could feel the man's desire and this strongly ignited his own. He let
the man guide him to the bed, let the man to undress him, answered with
growing passion to his kisses and caresses, until, in a silent and yet
eloquent gesture, he offered himself to Guglielmo.

The man took him with tender passion and made him his own again.
Fabrizio was happy, he madly liked feeling the man's powerful rod inside
him, and was giving himself to Guglielmo without reservation, and was
grateful to him for the way he was accepting his present.

"Fabrizio... I'm, so happy..."

"Yes..." the boy answered simply.

He knew how sensitive the man was on his nipples, so he bent down to
suckle them, first one then the other.

Guglielmo shuddered. "Ohhh, Fabrizio... how great..." he panted,
ecstatic, groping all his body while continuing to take him with tender
vigor.

They made love for a long time, fully savoring each other, giving free
rein to the reciprocal passion. Guglielmo, when approaching too close to
the summit of pleasure, slipped out of him and bent to suck the boy's
penis... doing it in a sublime way. When he was feeling that the boy was
about bursting, he let go his penis and penetrated him again. In this
way, even though both of them were experiencing the heights of the
pleasure, they could delay the orgasm and enjoy each other longer.

Fabrizio was feeling such intense happiness that he felt like crying. He
wanted those emotions to never end. The man's member was gliding in him
firm and strong, with his alternate back and forth movements, in rhythm;
it still gave him some pain, but also a lot, a huge amount of pleasure.
Also Guglielmo was getting a strong pleasure from that penetration and
the consciousness of that increased the boy's pleasure. In the same way,
when Guglielmo was sucking his penis, he could feel the man's greedy
desire and pleasure, as well as the man was perceiving the boy's body
and member's quivers, his intense enjoyment and then, kneading the small
firm buttocks of the boy with both hands, he pushed the hard, smooth
member down his throat, tasting it with tongue and lips, delighting in
the boy's moans of passion. They felt as one.

When at last they were unable to hold back any longer, to control their
emotions, Guglielmo let himself go and, while he was filling the tight,
warm, tender channel of the boy with his seed, Fabrizio spread all his
juice between their bellies, tightly pressed together, in a set of
strong jets and contractions. They kissed vigorously, their limbs
intertwined; they pushed one against the other, fully enjoying each
other. Then gradually relaxed, happy.

When they sat at the table it was after eleven pm. They ate with a
voracious appetite, smiling at each other, happy - they didn't need
words, as they both knew they were sharing the same emotions.

Fabrizio had never felt so close, or rather so united, with anybody as
he was now with Guglielmo. It seemed to him as if he could feel in some
way even the slightest things.

"I love you, Fabrizio..." the man said looking at him with dreamy eyes.

The boy felt a shudder of pleasure, but remembered his problem. He had
not been able to avoid making love with Guglielmo. He absolutely had to
make things clear with Bertrand as soon as he came back from France.
Yes, he had to do so. Meanwhile, he could enjoy Guglielmo's love. But
even though he was sure he too was in love with the man, he didn't still
feel like telling him. His silence was clear to the man.

"I don't care if you still cannot tell me the same, it's enough that you
accept being loved by me. I told you - I ask you for nothing. Surely I
would be happy if you could return love, but I really ask you for
nothing. I only want you to be happy."

"I should first meet him, tell him. I know it would not be easy, but...
I cannot have my foot in two shoes..."

"Are you in love with him?"

"No, I don't think so. I like him, am affectionate to him, I will regret
giving him pain but... but I have to make things clear to him."

"If you would rather us not to meet again, at least for some time, I
would understand."

"No. Anyway you, after Epiphany, have to go away and we will not meet
for a long time. Until then I would like meeting you again, be with you
some more, make love with you again. I need you."

"As you like. To me, it is alright, you know that..."

"I put myself in an awkward situation, now I have to find my way out of
it. I should not have compromised myself with him without really being
in love. I still feel so young, inexperienced... stupid. I acted
irresponsibly, now I'm aware, and I'm sorry. I wish I'd met you before."

They met a couple more times and made love, before Guglielmo had to go
on his journey.

Fabrizio accompanied him to the railway station.

"I will be back in one week," Guglielmo said, "I can stay only two or
three days, then I have to go to Venezuela, for one month or even more.
I will miss you."

"Will you write to me?"

"From Venezuela I will certainly write to you. From Rome I can call you,
if you like."

"Yes, sure. Have a good trip, Guglielmo."

He watched him leave, leaning out of the train window to wave his arm
until he was out of sight. Fabrizio went back home. The day after
Bertrand would come back from France and he would have to talk to him.

But how to solve the problem? Well, the simplest way - he had to tell
him that he fell in love with someone else and therefore they had to
stop making love. Bertrand would understand.

The day after, Bertrand called him and invited him to go to his place
the same evening. Fabrizio accepted - the sooner he could tell him, the
better, he thought. He prepared his explanation.

When Bertrand opened the door and welcomed him with a big smile,
Fabrizio was determined to get it over with immediately.

"Come in... I was longing to see you again. I bought this present for
you in France - I'm sure you'll like it." The young man said, giving him
a parcel.

"What's it?" the boy asked, turning it over in his hands.

"Open it..." the French youth said with a smile.

It was a beautiful book, devoted to the male nude, portrayed by the most
famous contemporary photographers.

"Thank you, it's really beautiful." Fabrizio said while thumbing through
it.

"I was sure you would like it. But now come here, I have a great desire
to make love with you, after so much time!" Bertrand said embracing him
and touching all over his body in an intimate way, filled with desire.

Fabrizio shuddered, was at once aroused, but found the strength to say,
"Wait..."

"No, I've waited far to long. Don't you feel how excited I am? Come. Go
on, put down the book."

"I wanted to talk with you about..."

"Later. We have something more important to do now, you and I. God, I
missed you so much." Bertrand sighed and kissed him deeply in the mouth.

Fabrizio was unable to resist him, so he let Bertrand guide him to the
bed, undress, caress him and started to respond, to participate, even
though he felt highly embarrassed. But as the excitation was increasing
in him, a voice inside him said: "You have a week to tell him. Now you
can make him happy, what does it cost you?" So he surrendered totally.

"You know that I like you a lot?" Bertrand was saying to him, his voice
full of desire, "I didn't do anything but think of you, all these days.
I was tempted to call you, several times. I missed you desperately. Did
you think of me?"

"Yes..."

"But now we will make up for lost time, right? God, how beautiful you
are. I always like looking at you, but mainly when you are so - naked,
aroused, in my arms. You are the most arousing boy I ever had, do you
know that? Making love with you is so good. Oh, Fabrizio, I want you!"
the young man murmured, preparing to take him. The boy let Bertrand have
him without resistance, rather, encouraging him.

"Ohhh, at last! Do you feel me? You like it, don't you?"

"Yes..." Fabrizio murmured and he was not lying. He could feel his
friend's member slipping inside him, irresistibly, filling him,
conquering him.

"God, how good is fucking your ass, Fabri!"

It was the first time that Bertrand used such a crude expression, and
yet the boy perceived it almost with pleasure, more than if he said "I
love you". The young man started to pump inside him with increasing
vigor, giving him stronger and stronger sensations.

Fabrizio looked at him, hanging on top, his muscles darting at each
lunge, his eyes glossy with passion and felt excited. Bertrand was
fingering all his body, while mounting him, tirelessly. From time to
time the French youth bent to kiss him on the mouth, without ceasing to
pump inside him. Fabrizio was enjoying the union very much, full of
passion and tenderness at once.

"Oh... Fabri... I come... cooooome... Ohhhh." Bertrand exclaimed almost
amazed for the sudden bursting of his orgasm that he felt he couldn't
hold back any more.

"Yeees... yeees..." the boy moaned pushing himself against the young
man, shutting his eyes and enjoying the last, wild strokes of Bertrand
who was unloading inside him, and this at once provoked the expected
strong orgasm of the boy.

"My god, Fabri..." the youth panted, "... I never came so... possibly
because it was two weeks that I didn't make love... I did not even wank
during this time, you know? I waited to be able to make love with you
again... You too waited for me, didn't you?"

Fabrizio was about to say "no". He was about to tell him about
Guglielmo, but the expression of the young man was so confident, sure
and happy waiting for confirmation of his question, that he felt unable
to and, even though feeling deeply ashamed of his lie, he murmured,
"Yes."

"I knew - you are my boyfriend, you are mine. All and only mine, right?"

"Yes..." Fabrizio said, confusedly thinking that with this answer he was
making him happy. I will have time to tell him, he said to himself. And
then, I don't need to tell him I made love with Guglielmo - it's enough
if I tell him that I'm falling in love with him and that therefore...
Yes, I will do that, I will tell him before Guglielmo gets back - he
thought putting his conscience at rest.

When he was ready to go back home, Bertrand asked him if he would come
again the day after.

"I don't know..." Fabrizio hesitantly answered.

"Yes, please - we have to make up for lost time, right?" the young man
said with a sly smile, pulling him to himself and kissing him.

"Alright, I'll come." The boy said.

They met almost every day and made love each time; but Fabrizio was
never able to find the right moment to tell his friend what he had to.

Guglielmo came back and called Fabrizio, asking him to go to his place;
he had just a couple of days before leaving for Venezuela, then he would
be away for a month - he wanted to make love with him again.

Fabrizio wanted to say no, but felt the desire, the hope in the man's
voice and did not have the nerve to refuse what he was asking - he went
to his place and gave himself to the man without reservation. And later,
unavoidably, made a comparison with Bertrand - undoubtedly he liked the
French man a lot, but he preferred very much more Guglielmo and the love
that the man was offering him. For a moment he thought he would have
liked having both of them, but at once he felt ashamed for that thought.
And, having to make a choice, this was without any doubt in favour of
Guglielmo.

"I will miss you terribly, in this month." The man whispered while
caressing him after they made love.

"I will too..." the boy answered sincerely.

"I would like having you with me forever and always. May I shoot a
picture of you? A least I can look at you, in the evening, when I go to
bed."

"As you like." The boy, answered, pleased.

Guglielmo got off the bed to fetch the camera. The boy was about to get
dressed. The man stopped him, "No, please, let me take your picture as
you are."

"Naked?" Fabrizio asked, blushing.

"Yes, please. Anyway only I will see them."

"As you like..." the boy surrendered, feeling slightly embarrassed but
pleased at the same time.

Guglielmo shot several pictures. Then putting down the camera, he got on
the bed on his knees, "I want you again..." he murmured, excited, in a
pleading tone.

"I too want you in me, again..." the boy whispered pulling the man to
himself, so that he could take the big member in his mouth, again turgid
and pulsating, cupping his buttocks with his hands and making him move
so that the man fucked his mouth. Both were again fully aroused. Then,
rolling on the bed, they kissed, sucked, groped and caressed one
another; until Fabrizio offered himself saying in a voice hoarse with
passion, "Take me..."

"Yes, my love... here I am..."

That was the biggest difference between the two men, Fabrizio thought
while Guglielmo firmly wedged inside him - Bertrand took him to enjoy
himself, and while he enjoyed him, Fabrizio too received his share of
pleasure; Guglielmo took him giving himself to him, caring only about
how to give him the utmost pleasure, and this gave pleasure also to
Guglielmo. Possibly, the boy thought, seeing it from outside, the way
the two man made love to him could seem the same, but he could tell that
the difference was huge. Bertrand, using him, gave him also pleasure;
Guglielmo gave him love and together with it, also pleasure. Bertrand
cared almost only to enjoy him; Guglielmo, on the contrary, cared almost
only to make him enjoy.

"What are you thinking about?" Guglielmo asked, while taking him with
the usual tenderness mixed with virile vigor.

"About us. I would like it if you really could always have me with you."
The boy murmured, happily.

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