Date: Fri, 13 Apr 2007 11:03:11 +0200 From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com> Subject: Luminous Encounters 01/13 (Adult Youth) ---------------------------- LUMINOUS ENCOUNTERS by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2007 written on October 12, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by John ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "LUMINOUS ENCOUNTERS" 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. ----------------------------- CHAPTER 1 "You have golden hands, Prof. If I didn't have Carlo, I think I would willingly let myself be seduced by you!" Fiorenzo exclaimed. Silvano giggled, "Come on, liar! Everybody knows that you are horny only for teenagers!" "Why, aren't you too?" "Yes and no..." "But, Giusto is younger than my Carlo!" Fiorenzo insisted. "... and he is not even of age. By the way, why didn't Giusto come, today?" "He is working, unhappily." Silvano spread some more tanning cream on his palms and pressed them on his friend's legs with long and slow helicoidal movements. Carlo lit two cigarettes and gave one to his lover who, while putting it to his lips, stretched out a hand and caressed Carlo's chest. The boy had a slight quiver and gave him a sweet smile. Silvano closed the tanning cream bottle, put on his sun-glasses and laid down on his beach towel. "Do you want a cigarette, Prof?" Carlo asked him. "No, thank you. Possibly later. What time is it?" Silvano asked. "A quarter to four." Carlo answered lying down and leaning his head on Fiorenzo's chest. Fiorenzo slipped his fingers into Carlo's hair and caressed his head. Carlo assumed the air of a satisfied kitten - Silvano thought that he would not be surprised if the boy started to purr. Two boys came along the path. Silvano sat up and brightened in a wide smile, recognizing one of them, "Giusto! You said you could not come today." "And instead, here I am. Did I by chance upset some of your nice plans, Prof?" "No, on the contrary. But how did you manage to get here?" "He gave me a ride on his bike." Giusto answered pointing to the boy who was with him. This was a young man of twenty or twenty-five, dressed all in tight black leather, with a big studded belt softly girdling his hips, just as an ornament. His trousers were putting in evidence a nice basket under the fly and a small, round, perfect ass. His triangular face, crowned by a thick and soft bob of light brown hair waving in wide curls, was made luminous by lively green eyes, and was adorned by a straight and slender nose, sensual lips, neither fleshy nor thin. A shadow of beard made his face more virile that, otherwise, could have seemed to be that of a boy, or rather, of an urchin. Giusto did the introducing, "He is Dario Nocera, the Mad Boys' percussionist. He is Fiorenzo Calza and this is his boyfriend, Caro Ferrara. And he is Silvano Rinaldi, the Prof, my man." Dario made a salutation gesture towards everybody. "Undress, we have almost three more hours of sun." Silvano invited them. Giusto freed himself of his clothes in a flash, and Dario followed suit. Everybody's eyes were directed on the newcomer and were appraising his slender body that was gradually appearing. Giusto, as soon as he was naked, laid down on Silvano's towel and embraced him, kissing him on the mouth. The man caressed his little ass with pleasure. Dario finished undressing and, as soon as he lowered his trousers, under which he wore nothing, Carlo emitted a light whistle between his teeth, "No doubt that you are a percussionist with that drumstick!" he said and everybody giggled. Dario blushed slightly but smiled and sat down on the grassy sand. The Prof and Giusto were kissing and caressing each other, careless of their friend's presence. But after a while the Prof stood up, also pulling his boy up, "We're going to the island..." he announced to the others, folded his beach towel and, with Giusto, crossed the shallow stream and penetrated into the small island's bushes in front of them, until they disappeared from their friends' sight. Carlo, mischievously smiling to Dario, commented, "Just a little more and they would have started doing it here in front of us. Giusto would not have had any problem, but the Prof is still somewhat old-fashioned..." "What's the matter with that old-fashioned?" Fiorenzo intervened, "The Prof simply has the sense of decency, can't you understand? Would you make love with me here and now, in front of him?" "Well, not in front of him, I don't know him enough..." Carlo answered then, addressing to the newcomer, asked, "Your name is Dario, right?" "Yes." "Have you known Giusto for long?" "No... just since Monday, when we did our first recording at the TV where he works." "Oh, just four days, then. And... how did you two... 'discover' each other, then?" "Just today during a break, Giuseppe told me I had my fly half open and said - 'either you close it, or you open it totally'. As I already thought he could be like me, and as at that moment we were alone, I asked him 'which he would prefer me to do?' And he, at once replied- 'if it was just for me, you would have to strip totally naked'. At that point I told him that I too would have liked seeing him naked and he answered that it was easy done, and he told me about this place and you, and asked me if I would take him here once the recording ended. And so... here I am." "Right, and completely naked as Giusto wanted. So this is the first time that you have come here. And also that you have seen Giusto naked." "Right." "And what do you think?" "What about? This place or Giusep... or Giusto?" "Well, about both." Carlo answered with a cunning smile. "Well... Giusto is well built, and here I feel alright." "Do you have a boyfriend?" Carlo asked. "No, not yet." "How is that? A beautiful hunk like you should have a queue of admirers, don't you agree, Fiore?" "Yes, you really are a handsome boy," the man said, "you shouldn't miss good opportunities." "Well, I don't miss them. I had adventures, several of them, but... nothing serious yet. I possibly expect too much from a companion... who knows...?" "How old are you?" Fiorenzo asked him. "Twenty-two." "Well, anyway you have all the time you want..." Carlo said. They chatted some more. Then the Prof with Giusto came back from the island. Dario looked at them approaching, studying their bodies from head to toe, without impudence but without even hiding his interest. The man that everybody called Prof was in his forties, with a slightly receding hairline, and had dark-brown eyes and hair. His body was average, neither beautiful nor bad, with a very slight hint of corpulence, but with long and sinewy arms and legs. On his groin, from a tight tuft of curled dark hairs, was hanging a soft member of fair size, well made, adorned by a nice, almost hairless ball-bag. He was walking erect, with an almost proud carriage, with an springy and nimble gait. His boyfriend, Giuseppe called Giusto, was seventeen and had a partly ephebic and partly a manly body. He was anyway too young to really appeal to Dario - at most he could be good for one night stand, he thought. They spread the beach towel and laid on it, half embraced. Dario looked at the other couple. Carlo was caressing his friend's body and was partially aroused. The Professor started to talk with Dario, who moved his eyes away from the two lovers. "Giusto was telling me that you and your band play very beautiful music..." "Well, we like it, of course. Whoever norrmally loves jazz appreciates our music." "Do you play only your music or also classical jazz?" "Only our music just now. We are starting to have a quite wide repertoire." "Have you been playing jazz very long?" "It's seven years now; I started when I was fifteen. But I have played only only four years with my present band." "And have you always played jazz?" "Yes, always. Do you, Silvano... I can call you by your name, can't I? Do you like jazz?" "Yes, I do, and mainly jazz-rock." "So, then, you could like our music. We play exactly in the jazz-rock style." Giusto intervened, "Yes, I really think that the Prof would like your Mad Boys music. He is a connoisseur, do you know?" "Why then don't you come tomorrow evening at the Club 21? We are playing there, at present..." "It could be a good idea," Giusto said, "right, Prof? What do you think, can we go?" "Yes, willingly. How much is the entrance fee?" "For the members it is free but non-members cannot enter, as it is a private club. But if you ask for me at the entrance, and say you are Curley's friends... Curley is me. I can let you enter free." Dario said with a smile. But Dario's head was elsewhere. Every now and then he threw a glance towards Fiorenzo, who was now fully aroused and who was caressing his boyfriend with desire and tenderness. Fiorenzo had a very sensual body, in the fullness of the maturity of his thirty years, an athletic and well-proportioned body, well muscled but not too much. Dario thought he would have liked being at his boyfriend's place (was his name Carlo?) to enjoy that firm and lean body, vigorous and well built, and to enjoy his attentions. He liked that secluded little beach on the banks of the river, sheltered by a thicket of bushes, where one could get tanned in total nakedness, with some friends. And also the nearby little island where it was possible to withdraw to make love, as Giuseppe did just before with the professor. To tell the truth it seemed that Carlo and Fiorenzo, in spite of the previous speech, were about to start making love there, under everybody's eyes... Dario became aware that these thoughts were arousing him and giving him an erection so, feeling slightly ashamed to be seen in that state by the others, turned and laid on his belly. The sun was starting to go down but its rays still were warming the gravelly river bed and were agreeably caressing the naked bodies of the five males lying there. That warmth awakened and increased everybody's sensuality and desire. Also the Professor had started to caress Giusto's body again, laguidly lying near him. Dario lit a cigarette and tried to think of other matters. After a while, Carlo and Giusto went down to the river and played splashing each other with big slaps on the water, and carelessly amusing themselves. Fiorenzo and the Professor started to discuss economics. Dario was thinking that the simplicity and freedom with which the four friends were enjoying the sun, the nature, the open air, their total nakedness, were really beautiful and enjoyable. He was feeling strongly attracted to Fiorenzo, and again thought that if the man and Carlo were not already a couple he would have liked trying it with him. It should be beautiful, so agreeable, he thought, making love with a man having such a perfect body. But Dario didn't like to interfere with a couple. Even though he still never had a serious or lasting relationship, he felt too much respect and admiration for a couple's relationship to even think of disturbing it with his intrusion. Then he recalled his first man. His name was Patrizio. The man was twenty-six and he was just sixteen. But he had been having sex with other boys for a year already, normally those older than him, even though they ususally were just masturbating each other or, very seldom, sucking each other. Yes, he fell in love with Patrizio, but the man was not in love with him, he wanted just to amuse himself with the boy. Thus, after persuading him to give him his virginity, Patrizio soon started to chase after other boys again and had left him. After the short relationship with Patrizio, he couldn't count the adventures he had had, but he never again fell in love with anybody else. His band's mates knew that Dario was gay. They didn't mind, they respected him, but at times pulled his leg about his sexual fickleness. "You gays are never able to be in a steady couple," a day his friend Marcello said him, "you wander endlessly from one encounter to another, like the butterflies, from one flower to another." "I don't think it depends on us," Dario answered him, "the fact is that, differently from you straight people, we always have to do it hiding, and in hurry... We don't have the possibility to court, to make the love bloom little by little, to cultivate it. We cannot go around with our boyfriends as you do with your girlfriends. So, then, for us sex comes first and then at times something more serious can also start. You see, not everybody accepts us gay people as your friends do with me..." Dario was roused from his thoughts by Fiorenzo who was asking him something. "Eh? What?" the boy asked, "I was lost in thought, sorry..." "Oh, nothing special. I was just saying that it is possibly time to get dressed and go back. The sun is almost setting." "Ah, alright." Dario answered. He stood up and with his hands brushed away the sand and the grass blades from his skin. While he was bending to pick up his clothes, he noticed that the Professor was looking at him with open admiration. He felt pleased. It is always good, gratifying, being admired. Also when he was performing with his band, he often could read in the eyes of some member of the audience that same admiring look. A warm, fascinated, sensual look... That could have been the real reason why, besides the pleasure of playing the music, he enjoyed performing in public. It was because of those looks filled with admiration, and at times also with desire. It is also because of that he had choosen his leather clothes, under which he wore nothing, so that they wrapped his body like a second skin, covering his body but at the same time showing it off, exalting its shapes. He was aware he had a beautiful body and he was proud of it, even though he was not a narcissist. Anyway, he could also understand that normally, those who made him aware of their desire didn't really desire him, Dario, with his personality, mentality and sensitiveness: they just lusted after his body. Their desire was inevitable, he thought, even though very little gratifying. However, if he were ugly, would somebody ever notice him and feel attracted to him? After all was he not also attracted above all by a beautiful appearance? Even there, between Fiorenzo and the Professor, didn't he feel lost in admiration for Fiorenzo, almost ignoring the Professor, who anyway was not ugly, even though less handsome than his friend, without knowing which of them could possibly have the more fascinating personality? When everybody had dressed again, all five went up to the road. Giusto went to speak with Dario while the other three got into the car. "See you tomorrow evening, then. We will come at the Club 21," the boy said. "Sure, and ask for me, for Curley. See you tomorrow!" Dario answered. He started his bike and rode off towards the town, making his engine roar. Then Giusto got into the car and they drove away. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. 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