Date: Sat, 27 Nov 1999 07:10:32 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: Foot 07

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HIS FOOT IN TOO MANY SHOES
by Andrej Koymasky
Written on June 10, 1955
translated by the Author
English text kindly revised
by a friend

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USUAL DISCLAINER

"HIS FOOT IN TOO MANY SHOES" 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 welcome guest.

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PART 7

11/17/1990, Monday
Saint Elisabeth

Nuccio came for the lesson today because I couldn't meet him on
Saturday. We had the lesson for about an hour and half, and then I
noticed he was tired so we stopped. I asked him if he wanted to rest for
a while. He put his arms on the table and rested his head on them. I
caressed him very lightly. He took my hand and fiddled my fingers with
his.

So I said to him, "come here..." I was sitting near him, so he bent down
and crouched with his head on my lap. I caressed his chest through his
sweater for a while, then on his cheek. He raised his head, and I bent
and kissed him. He responded enthusiastically to my kiss. He liked it,
and faintly moaned. I was terribly aroused, so I slowly lowered my hand.
He didn't stop me. I arrived at the bulge between his legs and caressed
his strong erection. He moaned happily, and pushed himself against me.
Thus, while caressing, kissing and groping him, I opened his trousers
and caressed his small (but how nice) member, his balls, the furrow
between his little but firm butts, and he was more and more excited.

I bent down to suck him, and he became crazy with pleasure. So I
gradually undressed him and he helped me. Once naked, he came to sit on
my lap, on my bare member (the rest of my body was just dressed). Again,
we deeply kissed and caressed each other, and he squeezed against me. He
seemed happy. He searched for my hard pole with his small and firm
buttocks. He clearly wanted to be taken. I moved so that my hard rod
slipped between his firm buttocks, and he cooperated by moving his
pelvis until he received me inside himself. He was tossing on my lap to
feel me completely inside him, and smiled at me with sweet pleasure. He
kissed me with his eyes closed, lightly panting, with an expression of
intense pleasure on his beautiful face. He moaned softly, rocking on my
lap, and he suckled my tongue. I was so happy.

But then...

All of a sudden, I saw him became sad, I felt he was on the verge of
crying. I asked him what's wrong while embracing him, and he cuddled
between my arms. Then I asked him, "Did I do something I shouldn't?"
"No, it's me who did something wrong." "And what?" "I have a boyfriend,
I shouldn't..." "I'm sorry. I knew it, but I didn't think about it
because I am so fond of you." "I am really fond of you too, but I have a
boyfriend." "So then, let's stop here."

"Yes, thank you." He said, but he remained naked, sitting on my lap,
without letting my member slip out. We talked. "Nuccio, I like you so
very much. I feel I can fall in love with you. When your boyfriend goes
abroad in March, maybe we can..." "I don't know, possibly... but I am in
love with him and maybe I still can't." "That's not a problem. I would
like you to understand one thing -- I don't want to just fuck you. I
would like to really make love with you. It is different, can you
understand it? But my friendship and affection towards you do not depend
on the fact that you go to bed with me. If one day you would love me, I
would be happy, but this is not essential. I am fond of you. I like you.
Can you allow me to give you just some small pecks, some caresses from
time to time?" "Yes, I'd like that..." "Then, it's all right this way,"
I said to him. Meanwhile, my member withdrew and slipped out of him. He
remained sitting on my lap while we were talking, and lightly caressed
my back.

The seven o'clock bells chimed. He got dressed, after promising to come
for the lesson on next Saturday. Then, just before going out, he
embraced me tightly, kissed me on my lips, and with a broad smile said,
"Thank you, Gian." And then he went away...

Nuccio has a personality that I like, a body that I like... and a
boyfriend! I am really not lucky, it seems. But I cannot stop hoping!

Orlando? Nuccio? Or neither of them? What a complicated story.

11/21/1990, Friday
Presentation of the Virgin Mary

Nuccio called me to tell me that he can't come to the lesson tomorrow
because he has to go out of town with his family. He said he would come
next Tuesday. >From his voice, I could tell it was not just an excuse --
he was nice as usual. I hope his scheduling change was not because of
what happened the last time, but I don't think it was. Well, we will see
what happens the next time.

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Dad talked to me about Nuccio and about that time when they started
making love. He really was confused. He felt attracted to both boys,
although after all, I think he would have preferred Orlando.

This situation made me recall the time when he told me how Mom
"conquered" him. I don't know how it really went, but I know how he
felt. He was confused also, at least in the beginning.

They were in the mountains, with a group of friends, boys and girls. His
friends didn't know he liked boys. They were in an alpine shelter, and
Mom and he were alone. They were sitting on the lower bed of a bunk bed,
half stretched, and they were chatting. Mom told him about her previous
relationship, which just ended, and about her disappointment. Dad had
just recovered from the disappointment he got from Sergio, so without
telling her "in my case it was a man," he told her that he could
understand her perfectly. So, a kind of unity and understanding was born
between them, for the shared feeling of hurting due to recent
disappointments, in some ways pushed them towards one another. At first,
it was just a feeling of friendship, of sharing some common ground, but
soon it became something different -- affection, bitter sweetness, and
the need to feel less lonely. So they embraced, and their bodies became
aroused, and probably without themselves even knowing how and why, they
found themselves united and making love.

Afterwards, Dad was neither repentant nor overjoyed -- it had been good,
it happened, and that was all. But to Mom, it had been something
special. So later, she managed to get him to make love with her again.
Dad could feel her desires and her affection, and accepted them. And
besides answering to her physical desires, he gave her his friendship,
until, as I said, I was conceived...

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11/26/1990, Wednesday
Saint Maxim

I found a message from Orlando on the answer machine when I got back. He
excused himself for the long silence (it has been exactly ten days since
I last heard from him), and he said he needed to talk to me about using
the gym at my high school. Then, with his usual sweet tone, he told me
that he wanted to come to see me soon, if that's okay with me. From what
I know about him, this means that he wants to come and make love with
me. I'm longing for it! Making love with Orlando is one of the most
beautiful things there is -- he becomes so aroused when I kiss, embrace
and take him! He has a body that drives me crazy, a smile that makes me
melt. Just thinking about him arouses me.

He said he would call me again soon. Unfortunately I promised to Silvio
that I would spend all day tomorrow with him. This "unfortunately" is
certainly not because of Silvio, because I am really happy to be with
him. I'll be glad to spend a whole day with Silvio, but I desire
Orlando.... I would like it very much if he decides to become my lover -
so I can spend a whole night with him, making love with him, having him
fall asleep between my arms and legs, waking him up in the morning,
kissing him, and make love all over again. If he accepts being my
boyfriend, I would not look at another boy. I would be faithful to him
one hundred percent, because I know he would fill up my life, he would
give my life some flavor, and some value.

I would like to take a picture of him while he languidly sleeps,
completely nude -- he is so beautiful! Between Orlando and Nuccio (both
are very hot and passionate when making love, both are very sweet. I
really like them both) I think that Orlando is more suitable for me,
more mature, and manlier...

11/29/1990, Saturday
Saint Saturninus

Nuccio came for the lesson. He is really handsome. We embraced and gave
each other a peck. While he was drawing, I lightly caressed his thigh
and he let me do it. I prepared a cake and some orange juice beforehand,
and he was thankful for that. While we were chatting near the end of the
lesson, he told me that he really loves soccer. I promised him to get
him a complimentary season ticket for the soccer championship matches.
He was incredibly happy, embraced me tightly and kissed me (regrettably,
it was an absolutely chaste kiss) on my lips. He said that he would only
be able to take one hour of lesson next week. He thinks drawing is very
difficult, but he is learning quite well. And he is incredibly
desirable.

Around 10:30 p.m., I called Orlando. I heard another voice. He might
have had some guests at home, possibly Gianni. He was of few words. When
I asked him if he had found a new job, he said yes. "What's it?" I asked
him. He answered that he didn't feel like talking about it. "And what
about basketball practice?" I then asked him. I was wrong -- he was
talking about handball. He said that nothing had been decided. Then I
said: "With your new job, you probably don't have much free time..."
"No, why? I have free time." "I would like to meet you." "Ah yes, me
too." "When?" "I'll call you," He said. So I understood that he didn't
feel like to talk, or he couldn't talk. So I apologized for bothering
him and hung up. Truthfully, I was somewhat disappointed. I had hoped
for some more warmth. I felt that Orlando was embarrassed. Who knows?
I'll wait for him to call me. Or instead, would it be better if I call
him again tomorrow?

12/6/1990, Saturday
Saint Nicholas

Orlando hasn't called. Who can understand him?

Today, Nuccio came to return the art book that I lent him, and stayed
for just thirty minutes. Therefore, we just chatted and ate some choux a
la crËme. As usual, I lightly caressed his leg. A little before leaving,
he came to sit on my lap without me asking him. He embraced me and we
exchanged some pecks. How sweet and nice he was! He will come next
Tuesday because he is busy on Monday. He was tired, and he hurt himself
again playing soccer. I felt so much desire to embrace him and kiss him,
to make love with him, but I didn't want to force him. I could be wrong,
but I have the feeling that he is fond of me as well and feels attracted
to me. Let's wait and see -- maybe just three more months.

I don't know if I should give up on Orlando at this point. I can't
understand him, and I really don't know what to think. I will just wait.
However, I would give up on Orlando if Nuccio tells me yes.

12/9/1990, Tuesday
Saint Valeria

Orlando still hasn't called. I always hope to find the answer machine
flashing when I come back home. But even if somebody does call, it is
never Orlando.

Today, during the class at my high school, Livio and I were alone in the
classroom. The other students were preparing for the year-end festival
so they didn't come. Students in nearby classrooms had also gone back
home. Therefore, while at Livio's back giving him drawing directions, I
started to caress his shoulders. Then I lowered my hands to caress his
chest through his sweater. I felt he was shuddering, so I dared lowering
my hand even more to the bulge between his legs, and I could feel he was
fully aroused. After a while, he gently asked me to stop. But he didn't
change his attitude towards me at all -- he continued to be nice,
gentle, and smiling. Anyway, I think that there is nothing more to do
with him. Therefore I can just have my hopes in Orlando or Nuccio,
although at the moment, the most likely and the most desirable one seems
to be Nuccio.

What should I do? Starting to go to the gay pubs again? I feel that I
would just waste time and money at those places, and I get bored.
Besides, I don't know if it's really worthwhile -- it seems that I can
find no one at those places. And anyway, I like Nuccio very much. I am
thinking about Christmas presents for Nuccio. For the moment I think
I'll buy two boxes of "Ferrero" chocolates, and one of them will be
"Kisses" -- a message to remind him of my desire and my love for him.
But I also want to buy him something else. We will see.

The "Ferrero" chocolates make me think of Livio... Who knows why he
didn't react right away, why he let me do it at first? Didn't he have
the courage to tell me to stop? And yet, he did tell me to stop after a
while. He liked it but he was unsure? He was fully aroused for sure.
Should I try again with him, or better not?  "Don't touch me so,
please..." he said, but only after several minutes of my fondling him.
He said that while looking at me straight in my eyes, but with such a
sweet smile. His look disarmed me more than his words... and made me
feel even stronger desires towards him. Livio probably has the most
athletic and well-shaped body among the three of them, in spite of the
fact that he is the youngest. Yes, Livio certainly also attracts me very
much, and I also like his character.

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I went to see Dad that day and he said, "At school today, I did
something which I have never done in my thirty years of teaching, and
which I would never have dreamed of doing -- I felt between the legs of
one of my students of the senior class!" "Who is he, Livio?" "Yes, him.
And I know he has a girlfriend, and he is one of my students. What's
happening to me?" "You like him very much." "Yes, but..." "And the other
two don't give you much hope. But, how did the boy react?" "In a weird
way. He asked me to stop, but only after several minutes of me caressing
and fondling him there. And he told me to stop with such a sweet smile
that I would have liked to kiss him, instead of stopping." "But you did
stop." "Of course. But in your opinion, why did he let me do it at
first?" "Perhaps because he liked it, perhaps he was also unsure,
perhaps it was a new experience for him, so he felt excited and worried
at the same time. Don't you think so? If it really annoyed him, I think
he would have reacted in a more abrupt and harsh way. Don't you agree?"

Dad asked me with a smile if I was encouraging him to try again. Then he
added, "But I would like to get some love, not just sex." "You are
asking for the most difficult thing for a person to give." I said with a
smile. "Why? It is the most beautiful thing, it should be the most easy,
not the most difficult to give." "Because one hour of sex doesn't
involve as much as just one minute of love. One hour of sex could be an
end in itself, but it is not so with love, never." Dad looked at me as
if what I had said was an outrage, then said, "Unfortunately, you are
probably right." And he seemed pained.

Dad seemed really naÔve sometimes. Then he asked me, "At least, you two,
do you love each other?" "Yes, Dad. And I followed your advice, and you
were right." "My advice?" "Yes, I made him feel that I desired him, and
he cooled down. Now we make love just two or three times a day."
"Well... you lucky youths, who consider doing it three times a day as
cooling down!" he said with an amused smile. "We don't cum each time,
Dad. It is also great doing it without cuming." "Yes, you are right. And
are you happy?" "Yes, I am. But you?"

"I still don't know," he answered, lightly shrugging his shoulders.

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12/19/1990, Friday
Saint Gratianus

Back home at 9:40 p.m. I found Orlando's message. He apologized for the
long silence (this time it has been twenty days!) and he said he was
sorry that I wasn't at home, but he would call me soon. At first I felt
a strong urge to call him back right away, but then I decided against
it. "Wait for him to call you," I said to myself. I thought he would
never call again but instead... Each time I hear his voice, I feel
upset. What kind of game is he playing with me? Does he simply want to
have a good fuck with me again? I would like to have a different
relationship with him, and not just sex (although I like having sex with
him a lot, I must admit it. And afterwards, we always chat for a long
time while embracing each other...). I would like to talk with him, to
go out with him, to think of each other more. I would like to make plans
with him. It is a good sign if he hasn't erased me from his thoughts,
that's true, but... It doesn't seem to me that I'm asking too much.
Maybe I just have to tell him, to talk with him about that. But I don't
know if I would be able to tell him in the right way. I continue to feel
a strong urge to call him now, as I heard his sweet and sensual voice.
But maybe I will call him tomorrow. Yes, it will be better, even if it
makes me uneasy...

Oh, Orlando, Orlando...

12/20/1990, Saturday
Saint Liberatus

What a busy day today!

At 10 a.m. Nuccio came for the usual drawing lesson. He was slightly
late because he went to meet his boyfriend. We had the lesson until
11:50, and then as he felt tired, he lay down to rest for while, curling
against me. I caressed the nape of his neck, then I gave light pecks on
his face. I felt he was aroused, so I caressed him in a more intimate
way and he pushed against me. I slipped a hand under his sweater and his
shirt and caressed him on his bare chest, on his side, and on his back.
Then I bent down and French-kissed him. He caressed my body through my
clothes and clung to me happily. Then, while kissing him deeply, I
slipped my hand under his trousers and slowly lowered it until I
caressed his erection. He was pleased. He held me tight, and moaned. I
asked him, "Is it all right?" and he whispered with a wonderful smile,
"Oh, yes..."

He unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. Then I pushed them
down along with his underpants. He opened my fly and caressed me
intimately. After a short while we were both naked on the sofa. He was
moaning softly, pushing his body against mine, and then he gently guided
me inside himself, spreading his legs and offering himself to me. While
I was slowly sinking inside him, he moaned in a low husky voice, and
pushed against me, shuddering. Then I started to take him with long and
slow strokes, and he moaned with happiness at each of my thrusts. He
started panting loudly, clinging to me with vigor. And suddenly and
convulsively, he came, moaning aloud. The intensity of his orgasm
triggered mine also.

Afterwards, we remained intertwined with me still inside him. We didn't
talk, just smiled at each other and our tongues played together, until
12:10. He is different from Orlando, less passionate, more tender, but
just as joyful to receive me inside him. I was happy to see how much he
liked making love with me this time.

He was getting ready to leave when the telephone rang. It was Orlando!
He told me he was at home because he didn't feel good, and asked me
whether I would felt like going to visit him if I had free time. I told
him yes.

After I hang up the phone, Nuccio asked me if it was a call from my
boyfriend. I told him half a lie -- "No, he is just a friend whom I
haven't heard from for a month." Then Nuccio asked me, "Don't you have a
boyfriend?" "No I don't." "Don't you go to the gay bar any more?" "No,
it has been almost two months since I went there." I would have liked to
tell him it was because of him... But I didn't. Nuccio left, but at the
doorstep he embraced me tightly and French-kissed me again.

He will come again next Saturday at 12:00, so we will have lunch
together here, then we will have the usual lesson, and he will stay
until 3 p.m. I think we will probably make love again, if I feel he is
ready to give himself to me again, like today. I really desire so much
to take him again, to make love with him, to feel his desire to welcome
me inside him.

I got ready and left for Orlando's place at once. On the way there, I
was telling myself "You are like a dumb ass. As soon as he calls you,
you run!" But I was happy to go.

It was 3:25 when I arrived at Orlando's apartment. He came to open the
door, wearing just a tank top and pajama pants. He apologized for having
asked me to come, thanked me, and embraced and kissed me. We squeezed
against each other in the little entrance room, both terribly excited,
and I was still completely dressed. Then I pulled off my jacket and
pushed him to his bedroom, onto his bed. I undressed him, caressing and
kissing all over his body, and gradually undressed myself. We lay on his
bed and started to make love -- how wonderful it was! In spite of the
fact that I had just made love with Nuccio, just holding Orlando in my
arms made my desires inflame again in an incredibly strong way. I gave
him head (how much I liked it!) and I suckled his nipples (how much he
liked it!) I teased his love hole with my finger, and we kissed with
growing passion. He was terribly aroused (but not just him) and after a
short while he begged me to take him.

First I rimmed his hole for a long time to get him ready, then I tried
to take him from the front with his legs on my shoulders, but I was
hurting him. And yet he absolutely wanted me inside him. So he made me
lie on my back and tried to impale himself on my pole, but it still hurt
him too much. My dick softened because I didn't like giving him pain.
But he was really very aroused, and wanted me inside him at all cost. So
he made me get a strong hard-on again, and finally, while lying on our
sides in a spooning position with me behind him, I succeeded in
penetrating him, and he urged me, moaning softly and murmuring "Yes...
oh yes... go on... take me, Gian... take me... yeeees..." Then he turned
onto his stomach with me on top of him, and I could at last sink
completely inside him and take him with vigor and reciprocal pleasure. I
then started to pound inside him. "Oh, fuck me, Gian... harder..." he
urged me, pushing up his nice ass against my groin at each of my
thrusts.

After a good while, I came inside him. Then he turned onto his back and
started to masturbate. I wanted to give him head, but he asked me to
suck his nipples (he is extremely sensitive there) and to kiss him. I
did as he asked and teased his love hole until he came, moaning wildly.
How beautiful his expression was during his orgasm! Then we embraced and
I cuddled him, and he kissed me happily all over my face. "Thank you,
Gian. It was wonderful!" he whispered.

I gave him some small "Condorelli" nougats that I received from
Raffaele, and a magazine with my interview about the restoration of
Masaccio's "Creation". We chatted. Then I said to him, "I would also
like to have walks with you, and to go out have fun together, like to
the movies, and not just to make love with you. Making love with you is
really wonderful, but I would like to have a different relationship with
you. I like your body, and a lot, of course, but I like you above all as
a person." He embraced and kissed me and he told me, "Thank you, Gian. I
would like all that too."

Then, having already warmed the water, he asked me if I wanted to take a
bath. I said yes. Then afterwards, he took a bath as well. While coming
out of the bathroom, I slipped and bruised my right knee and ankle. They
are still hurting now. Then he fell asleep. It seems that he always fall
asleep after making love. I watched him for a while, and then I lay near
him and dozed off. After he got up, he woke me up by gently caressing
me, and invited me under his blanket. He cuddled against me like a
purring kitten, while I was caressing his beautiful naked body. Then I
went out to buy two choux a la crËme and four puddings, a pack of orange
juice and we ate and drank together. Then he invited me under his
blanket again. Our desires awakened again, and we gently but
enthusiastically made love again. If we lived together, I think we would
make love even more than three times a day! We made love until 5:15,
when I had to leave because I had a private lesson. He thanked me
repeatedly for having gone to see him....

While he was bathing, I noticed that he had the two little squirrels
that I gave him on his TV set, and in the shelf there was the greeting
card I gave him for his birthday. Later he told me that he had decided
to take lessons from me, and we needed to arrange a schedule. He found a
job at a publicity agency not far from his home, and he is doing quite
well. He likes his new job, and he works from Monday till Friday. He
said that unfortunately he has to help a friend moving during Christmas
time, and on New Year's Day, he has to go back home to his family (and
also to his boyfriend...)

I like him. I like him so much! And evidently he likes me too. If he
doesn't, he would have found tenths of other people who would be more
than ready to make love with him. And yet, I am afraid I will never be
able to have him all for myself. I have to accept him as he is... or to
lose him. For the moment, I can't bear to lose him at all! Maybe deep
inside I still have some hope that he will become closer to me in the
long run.

Will I disappoint myself?

Anyway, at least for the moment, I am determined to carry on with both
Nuccio and Orlando, hoping that one of them will become my lover in the
end. Of course, if one of them decides to be my lover, I will have to
leave the other, but I would do that willingly. At this moment, I feel
attracted to and love them both. But what a mess! I never felt this way
-- strongly attracted to two people.

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The fact that he was carrying on two relationships at once was what
troubled him the most, and yet he didn't feel like making a choice,
fearing that the one he chose would sooner or later tell him "No, it was
just an adventure." He feared of being alone again. During this period
of time, once he told me, "This is my last chance. I will never have
another chance later. Therefore I must try not to waste it, not to shut
any door, even though I feel weird telling both of them 'I love you.'
And yet, believe me, Raffaele, I was not lying when I told then so. I
really love them both, or rather, the three of them. But sometimes I
feel like an old slut."

"But you are not trying to take advantage of them, right? You are just
waiting for one of them to answer to your love, aren't you? Therefore,
in my opinion, you are everything but an old slut, Dad!" "You are kind.
You say that only because you love me." "Of course I love you, Dad! But
I say so because I am sure it is so. Go on without worrying, Dad, don't
cause too much trouble for yourself."

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CONTINUES IN PART 8

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