Date: Sun, 27 May 2007 08:46:07 +0200 From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com> Subject: Luminous Encounters 13/13 (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 13 When Dario rang the bell at Silvano's door, suddenly felt his heart on the mouth, beating so very strongly. Silvano opened the door and for a moment they both remained still one in front of the other, looking at each other. "Dario! Come in..." The youth entered. Silvano closed the door then turned towards him. They embraced very tightly and lightly kissed on their lips. "You are here then, Dario." "Yes, Silvano." Those two embraces, those two light kisses exchanged just before with Gustavo and now with Silvano, mingled into just one in Dario's mind, as if in a miracle he went from the arms of the first one to find himself in the arms of the second. In that moment he clearly perceived that his life was changed. Radically changed. "Come, let's go to sit over there." The professor invited him making him way. He took him into his studio. They sat near each other. Dario was feeling the impulse to touch him, to take his hand between his hands, to tell him a thousand things, but was feeling as if paralysed. "Did the tour go well?" "Yes, very well." "I received your postcards. Thank you" "That was just a trifle. I brought you a small present. I hope you will like it." Dario said handling him a small cardboard box. "May I open it?" "Yes, of course." Silvano untied the green raffia ribbon and opened the lid. Inside there was a small box made of birch bark, sewn with thin strips obtained from hedgehog spears. "It is very beautiful..." "It's Ukrainian handicraft." "It can contain my name cards very well." "It's just a little something." "Thank you, Dario." A slightly embarrassed silence fell on them. Silvano put the little box on the table. "May I offer you something?" "No, thank you." "I... I have been longing to see you again, Dario." "Yes..." "And at last here you are." "Yes..." "You should be tired after the travel." "No, very little. I'm glad I'm here at last." "Do you want to go in there... to relax for a while?" Dario nodded - from the first moment he had hoped that Silvano would take him in his "egg". He followed him. They put off their shoes and laid down. Silvano, half raised on a side, was looking at him. "Do you feel comfortable, here?" "Yes, very much." Silvano stretched out a hand and caressed his cheeck. Dario seized that hand and squeezed it in his owns, then kissed it. The man, with the other arm, girdled his waist and pulled him to himself. Finally their limbs intertwined, their bodies searched for each other, their mouths united, thirsty. "I love you, Dario..." the man said with a moved voice. "Say it again..." "I love you so much! And you are here, at last." "Are you happy? Do you want me?" "You ask me?" "Yes. It seems too... much too beautiful." "I love you." "Thank you. I too love you, even if possibly not yet well as you do. You are exceptional." "Love makes us exceptional." "It seems to me almost unvelievable that a man like you can fall in love with someone like me." "And to me that a young man so beautiful, brilliant, sweet as you are could have noticed me..." "I want to be all yours. Only yours. Forever." "Yes?" "Yes. I don't know, I can't know if it would really be forever, but this is what I really would like..." "I too, my love. May I undress you?" "I'm yours, I told you." "I need to see... to touch you, without hindrance..." "I'm all yours..." the youth repeated, overcome by emotion. Helping each other, they started to pull off, one after the other, all the other's clothes, almost with a kind of urgency, of barely restrained hurry. Each of them was eager for the other's body, and to this mutual eagerness corresponded an availability without reservations, dictated by a joyous passion. They were already well acquainted with each other's nakedness, and yet it was as if they were seeing each other naked for the first time. Because it was the first time that they were naked one for the other. They touched each other, and touching was like entering in a wonderful, quiet, luminous area. Being looked at, touched, admired, fingered by the other also on the genitals, was giving them a sensation of brazen indecency, a subtle pleasure very much beyond the simple physical excitment, a real feeling of mutual belonging. " I love being touched by you like this so much, and at last being able to touch you as well" Dario murmured while their caresses, even though tender, were becoming more intimate, bold, confident. They were both feeling that sex and love were superposing, fitting together, identifying in only one wonderful reality. Whispering "I love you" and kissing the other's member, was the same thing; saying "I desire you" and being lost in the other's eyes, was only one thing. Between them there was no more room for decency or taboos. All was allowed for them, all was their due. Gestures that in other contexts could have been vulgar, were now on the contrary sublime; acts that could seem obscene, were instead filled with sacredness. Their souls were searching for each other and uniting, through their skin, their bodies, their limbs. Those fleeting moments were the certainty of a continuous, of a permanent, of an eternal reality. Each of them wanted to be moulded by the other's desire, because they felt it to be right, beautiful, necessary. Each of them wanted to offer to the other his own desire, because he knew it would be accepted, received, welcomed. They took each other with transport, gentleness, vigor, tenderness, impetuosity, sweetness. They united, in an unceasing quest for unity. They entered each in the other, feeling at the same time winner and won. "You are mine" meant "I am yours" and "I am yours" was the same as saying "you are mine", and they both knew it was so. And when at last their tightly connected bodies burst in an orgasm full of vigor, when even the perception of the limit of their own bodies had vanished and their souls were melted in only one, so that the rejoicing of one was the rejoicing of the other, when their same senses were so much melted, upset, to get the sensation to hear the body shapes, to touch the other's beauty, to smell the pleasure moans, to savour the male perfume of the companion, to see his taste... they felt they were in paradise. They laid down, each cuddled up in the other's arms, breathing each the other's breath, far from the noises, the flatness, the frenzy, the triviality of everyday life. The splendour of their sexual relationship was at this point illuminating their lives. And when that light would attenuate, one, a hundred, one thousand of their encounters would make it shine again. Tightly united in their embrace, they were feeling all this. "How could Giusto leave you?" Dario asked in a tone full of amazement. "He was looking for something different from what I could offer him..." "Something different? But even just what happened now between us is... is... is everything!" "Yes, because we both love each other. Because we are two to build that love. You make it to be 'everything' at least as much as I do." "I... I will never leave you." "Who knows the future?" "Nobody. But we will do so that it will be an eternal present. And in this present it can't happen that I leave you." "And I neither, my love." "I should think so! If you tried to leave me... you will not manage so easily to get free of me, do you know?" "Yes. Happily." The man answered, smiling. They remained lying there for a long time, caressing, kissing from time to time, talking. Each of them was feeling almost an urgency to open to the other, to be known, to share everything. "Silvano, this room is so beautiful! I really feel good in it... with you. I would like to be always in here, in your arms." The young man said with a dreamy expression. Then he added, "I would stay with you always and everywhere." "I too... Would you like coming to live with me?" "Here?" "Here, or where you want." "Here, yes... with you. Do you really want me here?" "Sure." "Thank you, Silvano." "Can we go to fetch all your belongings?" "Now?" "When you want." "Now! Now, yes." "With my car, how many trips will be needed?" "One... possibly two. I don't have so many things. But..." "Yes?" "But I feel sorry to have to dress, now." "We will have all the time, later, to enjoy our nudity." "It's so good looking at each other, naked, being looked at by the other. I like nakedness. Do you like it?" "You first met me naked, didn't you?" "That's true. Who knows why in our civilization such a beautiful thing like nakedness is felt shameful?" "Because people thinks that sex is sin, filthiness, morbidity. It could become so, it's true. But it should not be so." They got dressed and went to Dario's apartment. Gustavo was looking at the TV. When he heard them enter, he switched it off and went to meet them. "Gus, I came to take my things. I'm moving to Silvano's..." Dario said, studying his friend's expression. Gustavo opened in a wide smile, "Good! I'll help you, then." "I'm sorry to leave you alone, but..." "No, it doesn't matter. I am glad for you two to have become a couple." "You are so sweet, Gus!" "Are we or are we not accomplices?" "Yes, sure." While they were preparing Dario's belongings, Silvano said to Gustavo, "I know that we owe very much to you, for the happines we've got." "To me? I did nothing. You two are simply made for each other." "Yes, but you know what I'm referring to." "Well... I love him but I know that I wouldn't have been able to make him happy. Therefore... I entrust him to you. I know he will be in good hands." "I love you, Gus..." the professor said, almost shyly. "Yes, thank you. I too love you. At least as long as you will be able to make him happy." "You know I'll do my best, don't you?" "Yes, I know." "What's going on, you two, talking in a low voices instead of helping me, eh?" Dario said entering the room, his arms full of his clothes. "Confidences between friends..." Gustavo answered taking the bundle from his friend's arms and putting it on the table. "I fear you are plotting behind my back..." Dario said, laughing. "We love you too much to do so." Gustavo answered. "I know..." the young man admitted, merrily. They managed to put everything in Silvano's car. Dario said bood bye to his friend embracing him tightly. "See you soon, Gus." "Tomorrow we have to rehearse, don't forget it." "No, sure. Don't feel too lonely..." "No, I don't think so." "Will you tell the others that I moved?" "Alright. But now hurry up, your Prof is waiting for you, downstairs..." "Bye, my accomplice." "Bye bye, my accomplice." Back home, they settled Dario's belongings in the various rooms. Silvano gave him a copy of the house keys. "Welcome to your home, my love!" he said him, sweetly. "Yes, our home." Dario answered happily, looking around. "Would you prefer to prepare supper here at home, or to go out to celebrate?" "Out? Where? Do you have something in mind?" "Yes, a little restaurant up the hills. A place for lovers." "We risk being the only couple of men..." "It doesn't matter." "You are right. On the contrary... Then, let's go. Am I dressed alright like this, or shall I change my clothes?" "No, you are really fine like that." The man answered, embracing him. They had their supper in candle light. Dario was fascinated by his man's eyes, where the dancing little flames of the candles were reflected, and in which was also dancing a kind of restrained happiness. "Silvano..." "Yes, love?" "It makes me feel strange, looking at you." "Strange?" "Yes... I feel like laughing and crying at the same time. And I feel I desire you incredibly." The man smiled him sweetly. Their knees touched uder the table. "I desire you too, Dario. Would you be scandalized, if I tell you something?" "What?" "That now I would like slipping under the table, kneeling between your legs, opening your trousers and sucking it!" "But... professor! How can you say such things!" Dario jested, while in his eyes a cheerful expression was shining. "Why? Do I seem you much too cheeky?" "No... because you make me desire you could really do it..." Silvano, cunningly smiling, stretched a hand under the table cloth and fingered his lover's fly, "Mmhh, I can feel you are already turned on..." "And how! Careful, the waiter is coming." Silvano pulled away his hand but, leaning toward him, asked in a whisper, "Do you think he would be scandalized?" "No, he would be jealous!" Dario answered, laughing. He was feeling happy. He very much liked this aspect of the man, that he was discovering only now. That lack of false decency that only a real intimacy authorizes, made him feel the desire, also physical, of his lover. "I would really like making love with you in a... forbidden place!" "If you really insist... I have an idea..." "Where? Tell me!" Dario answered, excited, his eyes shining in anticipation. "Are you ready to risk it? To come with me?" "Yes, sure, to the end of the world. Where?" "Let's finish this supper, and..." "But tell me..." "Trust me." The man answered cunningly, attacking the gateau. "Alright." The young man answered, following suit. Outside the restaurant they took the car. Silvano drove further up the hill, to the public park. They entered. In the gloom punctuated by occasional path lamps, they went up to the huge statue of the Winged Victory. It was surrounded by a tall and thick hedge, then by a flowerbed, and this by a ring of marble benches. Silvano looked around. "Just wait until those three go away..." he whispered. Then taking his hand, said, "Come. Now!" He guided him to step over the benches ring, to climb up the sloping flowerbed, then to slip between the thick hedge and the statue base. "Here." The man said in a low voice. "There is nobody..." the youth noticed, tightly embracing his man, with a somewhat disappointed voice. "It's always full of loving couples at this time. They will come, they will sit all around and flirt. And the police will pass by as well, later, on every night. In two hours the park will be closed... We will see them, but they will not see us." "You came already here with another boy?" "No, never. But at times, strolling here at late evening, I imagined... what we are about to do. Hush... people are coming..." Three young officers of the Military Academy sat on one of the benches, jesting and laughing aloud, and lit their cigarettes. Silvano started to unbutton his lover's clothes. They could hear the talk of the three youths - they were telling each other confidences about their girls, they were boasting, also narrating spicy details. Dario opened his man's clothes. They caressed each other's naked buttocks, brushing their erections one against the other. Their tongues searched each other, danced in a joyous and intimate kiss. "I swear, she didn't wear any panties, that one..." said aloud the voice of one of the three officer cadets and the other two laughed. "We two don't wear them..." Dario giggled in a whisper. "... and I then ask her - do you like bananas?" Another of the three was saying, and Silvano bent in front of his lover's hard pole and murmured, "Mmhh, I like this banana a lot!" and started to lick and suck it with real gusto and skill. "... and she then says - no, wait, don't put it inside, I don't want to get pregnant. Don't you have a raincoat?" the first of the three cadets said. "I don't risk to get pregnant. Go on, put it in!" Silvano murmured, turning and offering himself to his lover. While Dario was taking him, one of the three cadets said, "Wait just a moment, I need to take a leak..." and went up the flowerbed, right towards them, stopped on the other side of the hedge, pulled it out, and started to piss. The two behind the hedge could see him and also his half-hard pole... and Dario continued undeterred to penetrate his man who meanwhile was masturbating himself. Suddenly the officer cadet eyes met those of the two lovers. For a moment he remained still. Then, always looking in their eyes, he shook it, put it back in his trousers and slowly buttoned his fly. He then went back near the others, without sitting and said, "Let's go..." "Eh, we have plenty of time..." "No... let's go. There is a... couple that's screwing there behind the hedge..." "Is she pretty?" "There was not so much light, but she seemed to be... Let's go, come on, and let them in peace." "Do you think he saw we are both men?" Afterwards Dario asked. "I would say so. And also that he possibly regretted not to be able to unite with us." Silvano answered giggling. "Would you have liked it?" "Not at all. And you?" "I neither. But it was exciting to go on while that cadet was looking at us." Dario answered, then aded, "But let's now go back home. I want to do it again, but for good." "I agree perfectly." Silvano answered while they were getting into the car. "Did you like it, anyway?" the man asked while he was driving down the hill. "Yes, as a game... but I want to do it with you also seriusly, with calm, comfortably... on our wonderful bed." "Sure, I too. Do you think I am a little bit... of a slut?" "No, I enjoyed it, as I told you. And I like the fact that you are able to live sexuality also like a game, with me. You are a... a kid, an adorable ragamuffin!" Dario laughed, caressing his thigh. "But you aren't one, are you? You are a terribly serious person, aren't you?" joked the man. They took a shower and started making love again, under the water jet. They continued to kiss and to arouse each other, drying in front of the wide mirror. They went on along the corridor, until they reached the room-alcove. They were both fully aroused. "Take me, Silvano. And stay inside me as long as you can..." the youth told him, his voice hoarse with passion. The man didn't need to be told twice. The telephone rang for a long time, uselessly. Neither of them wanted to interrupt that splendid union. "Do you like it, love?" Silvano murmured continuing to take him with delighted transport. "Yes, but don't come too soon. I want to feel you for a long time... a long time..." "It's not easy... you know... it's too much... much too beautiful..." the man panted trying to hold back his ardour. "Yes, it's true... It's splendid..." They were both immersed in a luminous time, a free and freeing area, stolen from the noise of the ordinary life. An area suspended in eternity, a full experience, totalizing, regenerating, as they would have again countless more times afterwards. An area from where they would re-emerge into the world, each time, feeling safer, stronger, more and more united in a new reality - the reality that makes of two lovers one only thing. ----------------------------- THE END ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. If someone wants to read them, the URL is http://andrejkoymasky.com If you want to send me feed-back, or desire to help revising my English translations, so that I can put on-line more of my stories in English please e-mail at andrej@andrejkoymasky.com ---------------------------