Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2007 09:40:55 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Luminous Encounters 02/13 (Adult Youth)

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LUMINOUS ENCOUNTERS
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2007
written on October 12, 1993
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by John

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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.

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CHAPTER 2

Dario was sharing a small flat with Gustavo, the saxophonist of his
band. Gustavo was the only one of the band, besides Dario, who didn't
have a steady relationship. At times he took a girl to their flat, and
then he put an empty milk bottle outside the door as a signal, as Dario
also did when he took a boy home,. Therefore the other didn't enter but
went for a walk, to allow his friend the privacy he needed. But the
arrangement was that they could go back home two hours later and, if the
bottle was still there, they would ring the doorbell.

So, Dario, going up to the second floor, was about to put his key in the
keyhole, when noticed the empty milk bottle at the side of the door. He
smiled and went downstairs again. He looked at his watch - it was 7:20
p.m. This meant he could be back only after 9:20. As he was feeling
somewhat hungry, he decided to have is supper at the nearby Trattoria
Toscana. Both he and Gustavo went there quite often to eat, at times
alone at times together, mainly when neither of them felt like cooking.

The waiter welcomed him with a broad smile, "Hi, Curley, how is life
going?"

"Fine." Dario answered with a smile and sat at the table.

Mario, the waiter, was always very kind with him, more so than with
Gustavo, and several times Dario had asked himself if Mario was chasing
after him, even though in a very discreet way. But Dario didn't feel
like taking the first step, encouraging him, because, after all, he
didn't feel very much attracted to Mario.

"What can we serve you, tonight?" the waiter asked, handing him the
menu.

Dario made his choice. Mario was about thirty and not at all ugly. He
was a Calabrian, with dark skin and hair. He had a rather stout body,
but not fat. His soft, black trousers didn't allow one to guess what
there was under them. His hands were beautiful, with well groomed,
tapered and long fingers, like those of a pianist. It would be
pleasurable being caressed by such hands.

While he was waiting to be served, Dario lazily looked around. Nothing
interesting, apart from a young couple in a corner. She had her back to
Dario and had long, black hair; her companion faced Dario. Beautiful.
Dario looked at him with interest, thinking that such a handsome type
was wasted with a girl...

The boy would be about twenty-five. He was leaning forward to talk with
her, smiling, with the clear intent to fascinate, to seduce her.
Beautiful as he was, Dario thought, he should not have great
difficulties in succeeding. He had very sensual lips and lively and
sweet eyes. He couldn't hear what the boy was telling her, but it surely
had to be tender words - all his face expression showed that.

It's a pity, Dario again thought, that he is wasting his energies with a
woman. If he was talking to me in that way... I would immediately fall
in his arms, ready to do anything he wants...

The boy stretched out a hand to touch that of the girl but she withrew
it, almost brusquely. Possibly they had quarrelled...

Mario came with the first course and Dario diverted his attention for a
while. Then looked at the couple again - they were eating. The boy was
looking at her every now and then and threw her a winning smile. He was
saying something with a smile but she was shaking her head. They were
short sentences, spaced one from the other. He was possibly trying to
convince her about something... Dario thought, amused by his discreet
spying.

Mario came with the main course and Dario started to eat. Then he had an
idea - he stood up and went towards the toilet, so passing near the
couple, and heard him say, "... but it could happen!" then the young man
shut up and while Dario was passing near him, for a moment his eyes met
those of Dario.

At that glancce Dario felt a light shock. He entered the toilet. Went to
one of the two urinals to relieve himself. He was just about tidying
himself when somebody entered. It was the boy, who went to the other
urinal. Dario remained still, his heart in his mouth. The boy pulled it
out and started to pee. Dario threw a discreet glance and what he saw
made his blood rush to his head.

He looked at the boy's face. This one was looking straight in front,
with a slightly frowning expression. Dario stepped back, tidying himself
and went to rinse his fingers at the sink that was in front of him. The
boy stood behind him waiting for his turn to rinse his hands. Their eyes
met again through the mirror and Dario again felt a shock, a slight
giddiness.

The boy said, with low voice, "A real bastard!"

"Sorry?" Dario asked, turning.

"She's a bastard. Before she says she is game, then she steps back..."

"It happens..." Dario said hesitant, not knowing what else to say.

"I know, but... Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No, I don't..."

"Lucky you! At least you haven't such problems."

"Right..."

"I feel like leaving her here so that she has to pay the bill!"

"You can do so..."

"She would deserve it. Sergio here, Sergio there... she flirts with me
and then... At the movies she touched me, even pulled my tool out, that
slut... Then she now says no! I am a serious girl! You know what I say?
I'll pay for the supper, tell her goodbye and I'll go to look for a
whore!"

"Well, it is not so much as an alternative, paying a whore." Dario
answered asking himself why he was lingering there to talk with that
boy. Anyway he could not hope to take him into his bed, could he? That
chap was irreparably straight, from head to toe...

The young man shrug his shoulders, and muttered, "Bah, I'll go and try
again. One never knows..." and went out.

Dario went back a little after and sat at his table again. He asked
himself why he didn't try to throw some cues to that young man... at
times also the sraight men... it already happened a couple of times.
After all he could possibly not to be a pure straight boy, but a
bisex... it seems that it is fashionable, nowadays, Dario thought.

But that boy was now totally absorbed to conquer his girl. No, he had
been right not to try with him, it would have been just a waste of time.

Dario ended his supper. The couple was still sitting and discussing.
Dario paid and went out. It was 9 o'clock, still twenty minutes,
according to the agreement. Anyway he went upstairs. The milk bottle was
no longer by the door. With a sigh of relief he pulled out the key,
opened the door and went in.

Gustavo was sitting on the sofa, wearing only his tanktop and briefs,
and was looking at the TV.

"Hi, Gus. How was it?" he asked with a complicity smile.

"Pure shit!"

"What? Two hours earlier I saw the signal, so I thought that..."

"Yes. A real bastard!"

Dario smiled and recalled the boy's cue at the restaurant. "What
happened, she first made you horny, then didn't gave it to you?" asked,
rather amused.

"Exactly so. What do you mean with that idiot little smile? It never
happened, to you?" the friend attacked him, rather angry.

"No, never. Amongst us fags is more usual to start with a no and to end
with a yes than the opposite." Dario answered laughing and, sitting at
Gustavo's side, slapped him on the shoulder.

His companion, spreading his legs a little and showing him his swelling
under the slips, said, "Look here! I'm not able to make it go down. That
bastard left me in this state."

"Hey, friend, don't make me see such a show. You know my tastes, don't
you? Lead me not into temptation." Dario said, laughing.

Gustavo looked at him seriously, almost frowning, "I might just..."
said.

"Hey, no! Be careful, as I am not game to make you enjoy without me
having my share! If you feel too horny, wank alone in your room or in
the toilet. But don't ask me for anything, it would not be fair." Dario
said in a friendly but determined tone.

"No, sorry. You're right. The fact is that it is bad being left mid-way
like this. I think it would be better if I go now to have a good shower
and to... to calm down." Gustavo said standing up and going towards the
bathroom.

When he passed in front of him, his briefs tenting to the breaking
point, Dario felt the temptation to stretch out a hand to finger it, but
restrained himself. He didn't want to have stories with his friends.
Once he almost let himself go with Luca... They had started to touch, to
arouse each other, and he liked it.

Then Luca said, "How good! Be my woman, Dario, suck me for a while and
then I'll fuck you ass!"

Dario didn't like his tone. Yes, he would even have sucked him with
pleasure, yes he would also have taken it in his ass... but he didn't
like being treated as a woman, or more exactly, like a whore.

Thus he ansewered, "Oh! But I thought it would have been you to give a
nice blow job to me and then to take mine in your ass!"

At that his friend preferred to stop... And nothing more ever happened
with the band's boys. And now... Gustavo. Gustavo was possibly the one
he liked best amongst the tree male friends of the band, at least
physically. He would have liked doing something with him, but only if
treated on a par. And this clearly was not the case. Therefore, nothing.

He heard the water flow in the bathroom, and guessed his friend was
masturbating himself under the shower jet. This thought aroused him.
That day he had had far too many occasions to become aroused without
being able to relieve himself, he thought.

"I too should probably take a shower..." he said to himself.

He stood up to change the TV channel and find MTV, as he couldn't see
were the remote was. He pulled out his leather jacket and shirt and sat
again, bare chested, to look at the TV program. They were broadcasting a
special on Jim Morrison.

"Shit, I would willingly have fucked with Jim!" he murmured, enjoying
the sensual singer's images that were flowing on the TV screen. Looking
at the half naked singer shaking on the stage while performing, Dario
had an erection.

Gustavo, a towel around his hips, arrived and sat near him. He looked at
him amused, and said, "But you have a nice hard-on too..."

"Yes," Dario answered without ceasing to look at the TV, "it's Jim that
gives me hard-ons."

"You like him? Phisically, I mean. Is he your type? Jim?"

"Yes, sure..."

"And what would you like to do with him?" Gustavo asked.

"As a starter, a nice sixty-nine!"

"And... Wouldn't you do a nice sixty-nine with me?" Gustavo asked in a
low voice, caressing Dario's basket between his legs.

"What? You and me? Are you joking?"

"No..."

"Didn't you wank off?"

"No. I wanted... to try it with you..."

"But... Gus... I can understand, that girl earlier... but..."

"There was no girl, earlier. It was all an act... for you."

"But the milk bottle..."

"I didn't have the heart to ask you straight... and so... I did the
put-on... thinking that possibly..." his mate said, hesitating and
determined at once.

"But I..." Dario answered back, totally taken by surprise.

"Look here..." Gustavo said pulling away the towel from his waist and
showing him his erect member. "You see how much I want to do it with
you? A hard-on is a proof that no one can fake, isn't it?"

Dario felt tempted, but still said, "Gus, no offence, but... I was
aroused for Jim, not for you."

"I'm not... I'm not your type, you mean?" his friend said, trying to
understand.

"Not exactly. I find you... really well built. But you are a friend and
I would feel... weird, doing it with a friend."

"On the contrary, I thought that amongst friends it could be...
something natural, doing it."

Dario shook his head, smiling, "You see, Gus, if you were like me you
could understand it. At least, for me it is so. For me, the males I meet
are divided into three categories - the prospective lovers, the
prospective friends, and the others. And you are in the friends
category, do you see? And anyway I don't think you would belong in my
lovers category, would you?"

"Well, no, sure. But I thought that between friends... possibly just for
this time... And then, with another boy I would not even be able to try
such a thing. With you, on the contrary... Do you see that it doesn't
want to go down, to soften..."

"I'm sorry, Gus. If you insisted I could possibly also surrender at the
end. But I already know that it would be something that would certainly
not give me satisfaction and, very likely, to you neither. I like you,
Gus, but just as a friend."

"Now you are making me feel ashamed..." his companion said, covering
himself again with the towel.

"There is no reason, Gus. This can't spoil our friendship, right?"

"I hope so. But I... it is already for a while that I think I would like
trying it, with you... and... and now you know it... If you too feel
like doing it, one time or another..."

"Alright. But don't wait for that, now."

"Sure. Well, now... it's possibly better I hit the sack."

"Yes. I'm coming too. I feel somewhat tired, today."

They went in the bedroom and each slipped in his bed. Dario switched off
the light. After a while he asked, "Are you sleeping?"

"No, not yet."

"Do you feel like talking?"

"What about?"

"I want... to explain something to you."

"Alright, go on."

"You see, it is not that a person, just because he is gay, throws
himself in the arms or between the legs of just any man. It is similar
for you - you would not fuck any woman passing near you, would you? Am I
wrong?"

"Uhm, no, sure. But if she was beautiful..."

"Just that? If she was beautiful but hideous?"

"Well, not in that case."

"Or else, if with her there was a longtime friendship and she was for
you like a sister?"

"Well... but I think it is rather difficult for a man and a woman being
friends like brother and sister."

"I don't know, but I think it could be possible, couldn't it?"

"Possibly."

"See, for us gays it is anyway possible to see a man more as a brother
than a male with whom to fuck.

"Yes, I understand. But you, now be sincere, have you never became
aroused seeing me go around naked, or thinking of me?"

"It happened at times, mainly the first times we were together in this
flat, you and I alone."

"You mean, then, that at first I was mid way between a possible friend
and a possible lover?"

"Yes, more or less. But now, as I said, you are in the category of
friends."

"On the contrary, at first I saw you only and exclusively as a friend.
But little by little... thinking what you were doing with the boys you
brought here... I started to see you under a different light and to
think that... that possibly I could also have pleasure trying it with
you."

"But you don't want to become my lover, do you?"

"No, sure. But I know that you, with many... you don't become lovers,
right? You do it just so, just to amuse yourself, possibly just once,
because you like it. Exactly as I do with the girls."

"That's true. But I don't live together with them, do I? And then also
they, even just for that only time, are somewhat like a lover, do you
see? The encounter between two gay people is important even when it is
just a one night stand. I don't know if I'm able to make myself clear,
but I don't think it is so very different than between you and some of
the girls... You see, it is not just coming togther, more or less at the
same time. It is a kind of exchange... at least for me. What can you
give me? You would like trying to take pleasure with a male, at least
once, to see how it is. But you don't care about making that male enjoy
or not. Am I wrong?"

"Possibly not..."

"So, you can now understand another reason why I had to say no to you."

"Yes..."

"However, what effect would have on you if Luca's girlfriend asked you -
listen, let's go and fuck just once, I feel like trying it with you."

"Well, I would feel ill at ease. But only because she's Luca's
girlfriend."

"And if it was Roberta, instead, proposing you?"

"I would feel ill at ease just the same, I think, but..."

"These are just exemples, and no exemple is ever perfect. I'm just
trying to make you understand my no, Gus."

They kept silent for a long wile. The Gustavo said, "Anyway you are a
dear friend, Curley! I'm glad I know you. I'm proud being your friend. I
mean, I am proud having a friend who is gay, a friend like you."

"Thank you. I know that you all accept me as I am, and this is good for
me."

"Sure, we all accept you. But I also esteem and admire you. I want you
to know it."

Dario thought - See, I could even be glad to make love with you, now,
Gus... - but he said nothing.

Instead he recalled Carlo's man, Fiorenzo, whom he just met at the river
bank, and at once again became aroused. Yes, he desired that man! He had
to be careful, if they met again, not to be attracted too much by his
charm.

Being charmed by somebody is like seeing a point of light in the dark or
in the gloom - you would like to run towards that point to be able to
plunge into the light. But if you don't know the way you are afraid to
walk along it. Or else, you already know that the way is dangerous and
you don't want to run risks. But the appeal of that point of light
remains, strong, imperative. You should possibly have the courage to
shut your eyes, or to look elsewhere to see if there are other points of
light..

But both these solutions leave inside you a sense as of regret, at least
as long as you can't single out another point of light, or possibly you
feel a new one to be even brighter than the first one you saw. If one
was able to open wide the eyes of the mind and of the heart, one would
become aware that we are surrounded by points of light, surrounded by
fascinating people...

And yet, Dario was thinking while he was insensibly and sweetly slipping
into sleep, he had not yet found his own point of light, the one whose
path to reach it was without dangers, hindrances, deceptions... the path
that would lead him to the splendor of an encounter at once erotic,
sensual, and of the complete love of two souls and two bodies.

No, Gustavo was not a true point of light, but just a little mirror
reflecting some light... he had been wise not to let himself be
fascinated...

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3

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