Date: Sat, 27 Nov 1999 07:10:32 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: Foot 08

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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 8

12/24/1990, Wednesday
Christmas Eve

I got a message from Gianni on my answer machine, apologizing for the
long silence (and what about me, who hasn't called him either?) and he
said we had to meet. He gave me his greetings for Christmas and the New
Year, then passed the phone to Orlando who simply said his greetings for
the holidays. It is evident that Orlando doesn't want others to know
about us. When there are other people with him, he is laconic,
completely different from when we are alone. Heaven knows!

12/29/1990, Monday
Saint Thomas

At three o'clock exactly, Livio called to ask me if he could come and
meet me. I was somewhat surprised, but I told him yes. He arrived at
3:38. When I opened the door, he had his usual smile on his lips and
that sensual look which immediately made me feel a strong desire towards
him. I showed him in and we sat in my living room. He gave me a small
parcel and said it was just a small thing, a New Year's Day present. We
chatted about art for a while, then I showed him a book about art
reproductions to illustrate to him some of the techniques we were
talking about. I was bending over him, and I started to caress his neck
almost without thinking. After a while, he leaned his cheek against my
chest and turned his face upwards towards me. I bent more to kiss him
and he started to play his tongue against mine. I was terribly excited.
I caressed his chest, and he leaned more closely against me. Our kiss
became deep, and I lowered my hand to caress the bulge between his legs.
Through the fabric of his trousers, I fingered and outlined the powerful
erection he had. He was letting me do it, but I was expecting him to
stop me like the last time in the classroom.

On the contrary, he lay down on the sofa, pulling me on top of himself,
and continued to play with my tongue. I opened his belt, then unbuttoned
his fly. Through his pearl-gray underpants that clearly showed his
turgid member, I started to caress it with my fingertips. He let me do
it. I caressed it with more vigor, and he started to pant heavily with
his eyes closed, especially when I started to tease his nipples,
slipping my other hand under his sweater and shirt. Then I freed his
member from its last layer of protection and held it tightly in my hand.
He emitted a moan and shuddered. I then bent down and started to give
him head. He emitted a long moan and pushed his pelvis towards me while
caressing my back.

I almost couldn't believe what was happening. While continuing to suck
and caress him, I gradually undressed him, then undressed myself. When
he felt my naked body on top of his own, he jolted but he caressed my
sides and my back with both his hands. He was trembling. I slipped my
member between his legs and pushed under his swollen testicles, trying
slowly to gain access to his firm and small ass.

"No, not there..." he murmured. "I desire you, Livio," I said, not
withdrawing. "I never did it with a man. Please, not there." He
insisted. So, I stopped trying to take him. We squeezed against each
other until we both came, and he was moaning and jolting. We remained in
this way until our breathing was back to normal.

He cleaned up and got dressed without a word, and I followed suit. "Do
you want coffee?" I asked him, trying to break the embarrassment that I
felt in the air. "Yes, thank you," he said.

After a short while, he became talkative and cheerful again, nice and
gentle like usual, but it was clear that he didn't want to talk about
what just happened.

He stayed for one more hour, and finally he repeated his New Year's
greetings with a broad smile and left. "We will meet again at the school
after the holidays, professor."

Was he just curious to try with a man once? Was he attracted to me? Did
he come here with that idea on his mind, or he just let himself get
carried away with my caresses? Will this experience ever happen again? I
would have liked so much to take him, but I can understand his
reluctance. We will see...

1/10/1991, Saturday
Saint Aldus

Orlando hasn't called.

Nuccio couldn't come last week. His parents were mad at him because he
spent three days at home with his boyfriend and didn't ask his parents
beforehand. He was to come today at five.

He came at ten past five and he looked crushed. He was coming from the
home of his boyfriend, who had just broken up with him. He was
depressed. He had stomach ache, and he felt very bad. He told me that he
really didn't feel like taking more drawing lessons for the time being.
He apologized, embraced me, gave me a peck, and then said that as soon
as he feels better, he would call me to meet again. He left just a few
minutes later (he didn't even take off his coat).

He made me feel so much tenderness. It hurts me to see him so down, and
in so much pain. I should be happy since Nuccio is free now, but I can't
because I am really sorry to see him so depressed and hurt. I don't know
why he broke up with his boyfriend. I didn't feel like asking him and he
probably wouldn't feel like telling me. Maybe he can tell me when he
feels a little better. I didn't like his boyfriend at all that time I
saw him. Nuccio is such a nice, sweet, gentle, caring, and cheerful boy,
but that man seemed like a person who doesn't give a damn, and I am not
saying so just because he was my rival.

Even today, Nuccio was nice. He even seemed younger than he really is,
almost like a fifteen-year-old boy, lost, broken-hearted. Poor Nuccio. I
would like to be able to do something for him, but unfortunately I can
only wait for him to feel better.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

At 8 p.m., Orlando called me. He thanked me for the New Year's greeting
card. He said he didn't expect to receive any card since he didn't give
his address to anyone. Thus mine had been the only one, and it gave him
a great deal of joy. He apologized for not having sent me a card, but he
didn't have my address. We talked for a while and he said that he was
doing some major cleanings and therefore he was tired. We chatted about
this and that, then I asked him when he would want to start studying
French with me. He said he had wanted to ask me about that but was
embarrassed. So I asked him again when he would want to start. He said
tomorrow evening, but I already have another lesson. So, we decided to
meet next Saturday -- I'll go to his place at 7 p.m.

On the phone, he was nice and sweet as usual. If we start having
lessons, I'll meet him once a week, more or less. But maybe Mik will
also be there? I didn't ask him. Anyway, even if Mik is there, just the
fact of seeing him more often is something that pleases me very much.
Then, we will see -- "one thing can lead to another," it is said. In any
case, I know he likes me. I sure like him a lot.

So again, I find myself with my foot in two different shoes, or more
exactly, in three.

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In a sense, Dad was happy that all three boys wanted to make love with
him in one way or another. He felt desirable and desired, I think, and
this pleased him. But at the same time, he wished that one of the three
boys would tell him "I want to be your boy." He would have given
himself, body and soul, to that boy. But which one of them?

Once he told me that he felt almost like "an antique being sold at an
auction. If somebody offered even just a thousand liras, he would take
it, since there isn't much interest..." The term "antique" was referring
to his age, with a sense of self-mocking. He never felt like an old man,
and yet he knew he was regarded so by many. And he said he was like
being sold at an auction because he was waiting for one of the three
boys to say "I love you" and to give himself to him.

I smiled at his analogy and told him that anybody could win the bid at
the auction, and then he would discover what a real treasure he had
found.

He said to me in a low voice, "Stop it..." but he smiled. "It's you who
started it," I answered him. And I was aware that he was moved.

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1/13/1991, Tuesday
Saint Hilarion

Yesterday evening (actually this morning) at 12:15, Orlando called.
After a few pleasantries, he told me he needed ask me something. "What?"
I asked him. But he immediately said "no, it was a selfish thing. It's
better to forget it." I had some idea what he was talking about, so I
insisted that he ask me. So he finally said that Mik called to say that
he wouldn't be back tonight, therefore he was alone, and he would have
liked for me to go to his place...

I got dressed quickly, then took a taxi and arrived at his apartment at
12:45 with my usual choux a la crËme. He was already in his bed waiting
for me. We embraced, kissed, and I undressed and joined him. We started
to make love at once. I like him so madly, but I had two problems
yesterday evening -- the first was that I just masturbated in the
evening (however I was rather aroused); the second was that like other
times, although he absolutely desired to be taken by me ("Fuck me," he
whispered to me, filled with desire), in reality he could feel pain and
this would make me cool down. So in the end, I made him cum by giving
him head and I didn't cum. But I was happy all the same, just for the
fact of being in bed with him.

Then we slept, naked, with our limbs intertwined and embraced. I didn't
sleep so well because I woke up often, but just feeling him near me was
a splendid sensation. It was the first time for me to spend a whole
night with him. He curled against me while sleeping.

We woke up around seven o'clock this morning. We both were aroused, so
we started to make love again. This time I was more excited, so I took
him, with intense reciprocal pleasure. It was a joy to look at his
smiling, satisfied face while I was thrusting inside him! We came almost
at the same time, moaning aloud our pleasure. Then we ate the choux. I
showered and then he went to take a shower as well.

When he came out from the shower, he curled on the bed against me and we
gradually resumed making love. He came again masturbating himself, while
I took him again and he tossed underneath me. He was so excited to be
deeply penetrated. He gently bit my nipple and I suddenly unloaded
inside him while he was moaning "Oh yes... yes... fill me up!"

I like him so very much, even though I would have liked for him to
caress and touch me more than he does when I take him -- that would
arouse me even more. Nevertheless, I love him a great deal. He is sweet,
passionate, and very nice. Afterwards we made love, we cuddled each
other. He caressed me and smiled at me blissfully, and caressed me
between my legs and I was getting aroused again.

But we had to stop because he needed to go to his work. So we dressed (I
saw him with a suit and a tie for the first time -- he was sexy even
when dressed in a suit) and at 9:15 we went out and took the bus
together. While on the bus, he told me that we need to go to the movies
or for a walk together some time. That pleased me very much. Then he got
off one stop before I did, after thanking me with his usual beautiful
smile, half sweet and half cunning.

Ah, Orlando, Orlando! This morning I repeated to him that I love him. He
said nothing. It is clear that he likes me, but perhaps he still doesn't
love me. Who knows? Mik said I have to let him take his time, but for
how long? I would like it so much if he becomes my lover, and not just
to make love with him from time to time when he feels the yearning.
Anyway, up to now, he has always been the one who took the initiative to
make love, therefore he must desire it, and desire me.

1/17/1991, Saturday
Saint Anthony

I went to Orlando's place for the first French lesson. We just had the
lesson because a friend of him came to borrow a video when we just got
started, and stayed there the whole time when we had the lesson. Orlando
thanked me a great deal afterwards, and we made a date for next Sunday.

As usual, just being near him is already a wonderful pleasure.

1/25/1991, Sunday
Saint Paul's Conversion

Nuccio still hasn't shown up.

I went to give the French lesson to Orlando. There was also a girl
there, Orlando's friend. And Mik was sleeping in the other room. So
again, we just had the lesson. Heavens knows! Nonetheless, I'm glad to
see him, even just to give him lessons. Who knows how it will end?
Orlando attracts me more and more, although Raffaele, who met him at the
"Garibaldi" last Saturday, said he didn't like him so much. Anyway, my
birthday card and my two squirrels are evident enough!

We will see. I continue to desire him and be in love with him.

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It was true that I didn't like Orlando, probably because from Dad's
descriptions, I was expecting Orlando to be... I don't know ... special.
We just said hello. Orlando was with a boy I knew, and he introduced us.
I don't know if Orlando knew that I am the son of the man with whom he
was making love. In reality, it's not that I disliked him. He just made
a less interesting or attractive impression on me than I had expected.

I felt he was an ... uninteresting boy. And yet, if Dad was so fond of
him, he must be a special boy. As I said to Dad then, maybe I should
have gotten to know him better. I really don't believe what made Dad so
enthusiastic about him was just Orlando's sensuality in bed. I would
have liked to get to know Orlando better, but that was the only occasion
we met.

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2/7/1991, Saturday
Saint Theodore

Livio came to me after school and causally said, "I'm going to eat out
at a restaurant since there is nobody at my home today." So I invited
him to come to my place and have lunch with me. He accepted it
immediately.

On the way here, I studied him and was asking myself whether he had
wanted to be invited, and if he wanted to repeat what happened last
time. I felt my desires arousing powerfully inside me, and I thought
that if by chance it was really so, I must make it so that he wouldn't
say no to me this time -- he knew what I desired to do with him.

After arriving home, I heated up some lunch and we went to sit at the
table. Livio chatted merrily as usual. His smiling eyes and the sweet
expression on his face attracted me more and more. To make things
simpler, I poured him some rose wine, which could have the desired
effect even if it's quite delicate. In fact, he became more cheerful and
boastful. I didn't want him to get drunk; I wanted him fully conscious
and consenting. I just hoped he would slacken his self-control a little.

After lunch, we chatted on the sofa, and I put my hand on his thigh,
caressing him lightly. He leaned back with a broader smile, and I
understood he was ready...

In a short while, he was naked between my arms and fully excited. So I
told him to come into my bedroom and get on the bed. He quietly followed
me. We lay down and embraced, and I made him become very aroused. Then I
took some gel, smeared it on my finger and started to tease him between
his butt cheeks. He didn't try to get away. While lightly biting his
nipples, I rimmed his hole, still without penetrating it. He let me do
it and was moaning with pleasure. I wanted to bring him to a state of
maximum arousal so that he wouldn't withdraw...

I went on slowly, in a crescendo of caresses and kisses, while paying
close attention to his reactions. I was terribly excited, and he was
too, more and more. He was trying to masturbate, but I pushed his hands
away, stopping him. Then, while bending over to suck him, I slipped my
finger inside his hole to massage its interior. He trembled and emitted
a long moan of pleasure.

Finally, I took the position to penetrate him and replaced my finger
with my member. He felt it. "No..." he murmured, without trying to
escape. "Yes..." I whispered, and kissed him deeply in his mouth,
keeping his wrists blocked at the his sides and started to push. He
broke the French-kiss and murmured softly again, "no..." "I want you," I
said, pushing with more determination and forcing my member into his
virgin hole.

"It will hurt..." Livio said shuddering and weakly tossing, "Yes, it
probably will, but it will also give you pleasure. And I want you, you
always know it. That's why you came here, isn't it?" I said
self-assuredly. "No..." Livio said in a moan, feeling me starting to
enter into him, but without doing anything to escape me. And now his
hole was yielding and I was starting to sink inside him. Livio closed
his eyes, but soon he relaxed completely. I French-kissed him again, and
he returned my kiss, almost eagerly, while I continued to invade his
tight and hot channel.

I started to slowly pump inside him, and Livio was accepting me,
completely relaxed, his eyes still closed, his mouth open in a silent
cry, and his hands, now free, were lightly brushing on my hips, almost
accompanying my thrusts. I soon reached an intense orgasm inside him,
and relaxed on top of him, embracing him tightly. Then, slowly slipping
out from him, I told him I wanted him to cum inside my mouth. Livio
opened his eyes and softly said he didn't care to cum. He'd rather we
went back to the living room. He didn't have an angry expression and was
smiling as usual, but he asked me to get dressed with gentle
determination.

He stayed with me for a couple more hours, but when I tried to talk to
him about what we did, he said determinedly, but still with his sweet
smile, that he preferred not to talk of it.

He just left now. He said goodbye to me with his usual kindness, saying
we would meet at school. I like Livio very much... I never felt such
deep, intense emotions as when I was inside him... Maybe it was the
awareness of being his first man because I took his virginity? Or it was
because, in some ways, I bent him to my desires? And yet, I never found
pleasure in forcing someone else before... What is happening to me?

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Dad didn't tell me about this encounter with Livio. Perhaps he was
somewhat ashamed (making Livio drink abundant wine, having insisted even
when Livio was repeating NOs, having "bent him" to his desires...) Dad
did not always tell me everything, especially about his way of making
love, because he had a strong sense of modesty. For instance, before
reading this diary, I never knew if Dad was a top, or bottom, or both,
or what he liked to do in bed.

It's not that it was important anyway.

Sure thing is that the fact that Dad resorted to petty tricks like
serving abundant wine to reach his goal, in some ways made him more
likeable to me, more human, less perfect, I don't know... It gave me a
strong feeling of tenderness while I was reading these last lines,
exactly because it was not his usual way, and yet he did it. And he
didn't try to justify himself in his diary. He just wrote how things
happened and what he felt and thought, before, during and after.

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CONTINUES IN PART 9

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