Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2007 09:02:52 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Luminous Encounters 04/13 (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 4

Marcello, Roberta, Gustavo, Luca and Dario were reharsing a new piece.
Marcello and Luca's girls were sitting nearby and listening, while
constantly chewing a gum. When the five were playing, they forgot
everything else and were able to understand each other with just a look,
so broad and deep was their harmony. The winds and the double-bass
stopped, and gave way to the drums solo into which Dario flung himself.
Then Dario glanced towards Marcello who soon entered with his trumpet,
soon Roberta also started, and then Gustavo and Luca entered in unison.
And suddenly, as at an agreed signal, all stopped together.

The two girls clapped their hands.

But Luca's girlfriend said, "But you are leaving too little room to the
clarinet..."

Luca answered her, "No, it is perfect as it is."

"Absolutely not, my little Luca. They leave too little space for you.
And on the contrary, they leave too much space to that one..."

"Be careful, Rosy, because 'that one' has a name!" Gustavo retorted,
upset.

"Oh, yeah, you are right... Daria!" the girl answered back, sharply.

Luca went over to her and slapped her face.

"Ouch! What's the matter with you?" the girl protested, massaging her
cheek, "Everybody knows he likes playing the woman in bed, isn't it so?"

"Say one more word and I'll throw you out, kicking your ass." Luca told
her, angrily.

"Leave it, Luca..." Dario said with a smile, trying to bring back peace.

"Bullshit! Either Rosy apologises immediately or I'll smash her face
in!"

"Well, what are you waiting for? Smash my face in! What's that, do you
like to fuck him better instead of me? Are you all becoming fags, in
here?" the girl yelled venomously.

Luca was about to beat her again but Marcello blocked him and Tania, the
other girl, tried to drag Rosy out. When the two girls were gone, Luca
turned towards Dario.

"I apologise in place of that bastard, Curley..."

"Let it go, it's not important." Dario said quietly.

"It jolly well is important! You are one of us and nobody has the right
to offend you."

"Well, but I don't feel offendend." Dario answered quietly, smiling.

"But we all feel offended." Roberta then said, "And Luca is right. Rosy
apologises to you or else... Luca is only right to get pissed off."

Marcello vigorously nodded, "Tania understood we are like the three
musketeers and that it's not worth interfering with us."

Gustavo laughed, "But we are four, not just three. And then there is
Roberta too..."

"First of all the three musketeers were four and not three, dumbass!
Portos, Aramis, Amos and d'Artagnan!"

"And which of them was a fag?" Dario asked, jokingly.

"But d'Artagnan, of course!" Marcello answered laughing. "Wasn't he the
one who had to do with the queen's jewels?"

Everybody laughed. Roberta asked, "But, and I? I'm jealous... What can I
be, the fifth musketeer-girl? The spare tire?"

"No," Marcello answered, "you are Richelieu."

"Oh, thanks a lot! I would be your enemy, then?" Roberta asked,
pretending to take offence.

"No, but you are our eminence grise." Gustavo said and everybody again
laughed. The tension was over.

They put their instruments away and left the rehearsal hall. Outside
only Tania was waiting for them.

"Rosy went away... I'm sorry, Curley, really sorry."

"Don't worry, Tania, d'Artagnan is above such meanness." Dario answered
and smiled at the girl's surpised expression.

Dario went back home with Gustavo.

"You really didn't feel offended, Curley?"

"Not at all, surely. Possibly she is having her period. Rosy is not a
bad girl."

"I don't know. I have the feeling she never could suffer you, really.
Well, not even me or Marce, but you in particular. She knows that Luca
admires you a lot... that we all admire you, and she is jealous."

"Jealous? Of me?" Dario asked, sincerely amazed.

"Jealous of you, yes. Because I think she likes you, and perhaps even a
lot, but she knows very well she cannot have you."

"But Luca is a really handsome boy. What does he lack?"

"Yes, but you are the real heartthrob. I can say it, as I often see you
naked. You know that I like you... what effect you have on me, don't
you?"

"Gus!"

"Yes, I know. But it's just the truth. And your 'no' makes me desire
even stronger to try it with you..."

"Yours are just fantasies. You like girls, not boys."

"Yes, sure, girls and... and Curley."

"Stop it, come on!" Dario said sitting on the sofa and switching on the
TV.

Gustavo went behind the sofa and rested his hands on his friend's
shoulders in a light massage, "I want it, Curley, I really want it. I
accept your 'no'... but would really like doing a sixty-nine with
you..."

Dario turned his head up to look at him. Gustavo pulled his head to his
groin, pushing his erection against his cheeck.

"Feel it how hard it is. For you... You really feel nothing for me? If
instead of one of your friends I were one of your fans... wouldn't you
do it with me?"

"Possibly yes, Gus, but..."

"Please, Curley... come in there with me..."

"No, Gus... I don't feel... ready."

"Curley, I want you..." his friend said and his hands slipped on his
chest to unbutton his shirt.

"No, Gus, please."

"You told me that at times the no can become yes..." his friend
insisted, in a persuasive tone, making his hands slip under the shirt,
on the naked chest and teasing his nipples.

Dario tried to stop his hands, "No, come on... So you are... you are
arousing me."

"Just what I want." Gustavo answered stepping over the back of the sofa
and slipping down to sit near him.

"But I..." Dario tried to protest, but his friend embraced him and
kissed him on the mouth.

Dario let himself go while his friend started again to undress him,
continuing to deeply kiss him on the mouth.

The door bell rang. Gustavo hurriedly parted from him and Dario tidied
his clothes.

"Are you expecting somebody?" Gusavo asked while going to open the door.

It was Luca. "Hi Gus. Is Curley home?"

"Yes, he is in the living room, watching TV."

"Hi Curley."

"Hi Luca."

"I have broken up with Rosy."

"Because of me? I'm sorry."

"Not on your life; not because of you! Because of her. Goodness, what a
shitty girl! She dared to say - me or him! So I told her that between
her and the band, my choice would be a thousand times for the band. What
a bastard! And when I told her to go to hell, she yelled at me - 'yes, I
know it, instead of the clarinet you would like to have a cock between
your lips!' I then said - 'it would be better a cock between my lips
that my clarinet in your broken pussy!' And I went away or else I would
have really shoved it in her cunt. And just think that I lost one year
and half with that bitch!"

"Come on, don't take on so, Luca. You will find other girls better than
her." Gustavo said, giving him a slap on the shoulder. "I'll go to get
some beers from the fridge..."  he said and went to the kitchen.

"You are right to be gay! Women are really bastards..." Luca said,
sitting near his friend.

"Well, one doesn't choose how to be, does one?" Dario answered with a
smile.

"No, surely not. But you... have you always been... so?"

"As long as I can remember, I always felt attracted to boys, yes..."

"You never told me about it."

"You neither, about your sex life."

"Right. And after all, we know each other very little. And yet, I feel
as if I know nobody in the band as well as you..."

"It's the music that ties us, binds us. It allows us to communicate
beyond words, don't you think?"

"An indisputable truth. But I would like getting to know each other
better. We should possibly talk more often amongst us, about us..."

Gustavo was back with the beers. "I agree, I thought about it too." He
said sitting near Luca and giving two cans to his friends.

"Yes," Luca went on, "it would be good if right now Marcello and Roby
were also here. To open our hearts to each other. You said before that I
never told you about my story. It's true. I... I was fifteen. A friend
of my Mum was coming to give me injections because I was ill. As usual
she pulls down my blanket, I turn on my belly, she lowers my pajama
trousers and brushes my cheeck with alcohol. I was somewhat scared by
the jab and as usual I told her - brush more, please. And she - yes,
don't worry. Then she puts the needle in, pulls it out and starts to
brush again.

"But that time, instead of stopping, she leaves the cotton swab there
and caresses my buttocks with her whole hand. I like the feeling and let
her do so. And she starts like a massage and I feel I'm getting a
hard-on. And she says - turn over, so I can massage you in front too. I
felt somewhat ashamed, but I turn on my back and she makes me one of
those massages that leave you breathless. And she touches it, caresses
it, and when it is really hard, takes it in her mouth and gives me the
first blow job of my life. She was skilled, I felt like dying from the
pleasure. That time we stopped there... But then, after each jab there
was a good blow job, profiting from the fact that my Mum came home
later. Then, when I was healed, I started to go to see her at her flat
and then she also let me fuck her.

"I already had a big tool, even though not like now, and she liked it.
Well, I liked doing it too. She was married and was telling me - you're
more skilled than my husband. This made me feel a man, you see? I liked
to become crazy sucking her big boobs while screwing her. We carried on
our secret meetings for about one year. I can say she taught me
everything... But then I found another woman, a younger and prettier
one, so I jilted my neighbour. But no woman ever gave me again good blow
jobs like that woman gave me...

"Well, that was my first time. And yours, Gus?"

The friend nodded and started at once to narrate, "I, on the contrary,
was already seventeen. Previously I already had three or four flirts
with some girls, but we were just touching each other, without really
getting to the point. I was seventeen, and went to dance on the hill
side, as it was carnival time. I was disguised as Dracula, with a wide
black mantle and false teeth. I saw a girl disguised as a gypsy. So I
approached her and said - may I bite your neck, beauty? And she said -
not just the neck, my beautiful big Dracula!

"We danced. She was brushing against me until she felt I got a hard-on.
So she said - you know, I wear nothing under my skirt... cheek it. I
wrapped my mantle around her, then I raised her skirt in front and
touched her there. I caressed her hairs, her slit. She quivered and said
- I would like another kind of finger in there... and touched my basket.
She opened it, pulled it out and, helped by her, I shoved all of it
inside her, there on the dance floor, continuing to dance a slow one,
hidden under my wide mantle that I kept well closed at her back... Just
think if it did open and reveal what... After a while she said - let's
go, come on... She had a room with a friend. So her friend also came
with us with another boy.

"They just had a double bed and at first I was feeling ashamed but then,
seeing the other boy who was already starting to take her friend, I got
excited and I started to screw too. The other boy was more expert than
me, so I tried to imitate him not to cut a bad figure. He was really
skilled and his girl was throwing excited little yells. But I too was
getting off decently. And finally we came. And while the other boy and I
were relaxing, the two girls started to touch each other and to kiss.
'What a fuck, are you lesbians?' the boy asked. "No way, idiot, it's
just that you boys are not able to make us really enjoy ourselves. You
always think just of your own pleasure..." one of the girls answered.
"I'm ready to start again, beauty!" the boy said waving his newly-hard
tool.

"I soon got a new hard-on too so we all four started again and that
second time the girls also came, and it was even better than the first
time. I never met that girl again, but after her I had many other girls.
And I learned to stay inside them long enough to made them too come.
Then, my second girl..."

"Hey, stop it. Now it's Curley's turn..." Luca said settling his swollen
basket.

So Dario started, "I was sixteen. I had desired to try it with a male
for a long while, but I didn't know how to do so. It happened that with
my friends a couple of years before, we wanked together, playing at who
was able to spurt furthest; but those were just lad's games. I was
sixteen when I met Patrizio. He was twenty-six. I was at a seaside
resort with my family. One evening I went to the movies. The theater was
almost deserted. I remember they were playing 'Blue Lagoon' with
Christopher Atkins. I loved that actor, even though I usually felt more
attracted to older people.

"During the film Patrizio came and sat near me. At first I barely
noticed him - just a shadow sitting in the place near mine. I was
engrossed looking at the movie. And the scene came where Christopher
wanks, sitting on a rock at the seaside, and I got aroused. And at once
I felt the hand of that guy sitting near me leaning on my basket and
touching my hardened thing. It felt like an electric shock but I didn't
move and hadn't the courage even to look at him.

"He fondles me for a while, then I feel he is unbuttoning my fly. I feel
like burning, like blazing up. I continue looking at the screen, but now
all my attention is focused on that daring hand that I feel opening its
way inside my clothes. He frees my tool, takes it in his hand, then I
hear his voice whispering in the dark - You like it? I finally turn to
look at him and see his eyes shining and smiling. I nod a yes and feel
like hypnotized. He then says - come with me, let's go to a quiet
place...

"After tidying my clothes I follow him like in trance, but I feel it's
hard like never before and it pushes under my fly... Outside the movie
theatre he has his car and he takes me to the pine grove. He stops in
the dark and makes me get out. Here? I ask, somewhat scared. No, come -
he says and takes me to a nearby cottage. He pulls out the key and makes
me enter. He takes me to a terrace where there is already an airbed and
a blanket. He undresses me, kisses me, touches me all over. There,
standing. He makes me crazily excited. Then, while he is undressing
himself, he asks me what I like to do. I don't know, I answer, this is
my first time...

"He seems happy. He pulls me down on the airbed, and teaches me to kiss.
I like it. He teaches me to suck it, and to touch him in the right spots
and in the right way... Then he tries to take me, but I'm afraid and
tell him no. Happily he doesn't insist. And at the end he makes me enjoy
more than I thought was possible. When he asks me to meet again, I at
once agree. All my fears, all my hesitation have flown away. I finally
got a man, and what a man!

"So we meet almost every evening. Very gradually, evening after evening,
he manages to persuade me to let him take me. And he does it. He is
skilled and doesn't hurt me; on the contrary, he gives me pleasure. He
is adept, nice, gentle, attentive... so I fall in love with him. But
after fucking me four or five times, he starts to say he is busy, and to
cut down on our encounters... Until one day I see him with other boys,
more or less my age. When I ask him why, he says very bluntly that he
loves the  conquest... therefore he is no more interested in me. Well,
then, I felt like... a disposable boy.

"At first I hated him. But then I understood that Patrizio was simply a
Don Juan. He was not interested in loving, but just in conquering a boy.
It couldn't be a great life not being able to love. When I understood
that, I stopped hating him. I simply pitied him."

"Fucking shit! First man, first love, first swindle and first deception
all in one... and at sixteen! You really forged ahead!" Gustavo
remarked.

Luca asked him, "That's why you never wanted a steady relationship,
after that?"

"No. I simply haven't yet found anybody who made me fall in love. But I
would like..."

"It's bad to fall in love with somebody who uses you..." Luca said.

"Yes, but even then, you learn something."

"Yes, not to be taken for a ride again!" Gustavo said.

"No. Not to use others." Dario gently corrected him.

"Because you are a good man." Luca said. "But you... did you at first
accept being... gay?"

"Yes. I never had problems. I know that society doesn't accept us. But I
also know that society never accepts minorities, or whoever's different.
I know that there is racism. And I thought that the one who has to be
ashamed is the one who is racist, not the one who is discriminated
against. Possibly because at school was I always a supporter of the
losers - the Trojans, the slaves, the blacks, the gypsies, the Jews..."

"But then, do you consider yourself a loser?" Luca asked.

"No, of course not. The so-called losers are defined so by the winners,
but then after all, they are the real winners. Trojans were defeated by
Greeks, but then one of them founded Rome that later beat up the Greeks.
Slaves have won the battle against slavery. Blacks have influenced our
arts, our music... No, I never felt I'm a loser. I'm gay. Good. As well
as I'm a male, or an Italian, or have green eyes... Just that."

"Curley, you're brilliant!" Luca exclaimed.

"No, I'm just Dario. Do you know what Dario means?  Where this name
comes from?"

"No..." Luca said.

"It's the name of a Persian emperor, isn't it?" Gustavo said.

"Yes. And this name means 'the one who has good in him'. See? I feel so,
I feel 'Dario'." The boy answered, smiling to his friends.

"Fucking hell, but that guy, what was your first man's name..."

"Patrizio?"

"Yes, him. He was a real skunk!"

"At times we all are somewhat like that, aren't we?"

"Yes, but he was twenty-six and you were sixteen. He had to know what he
was doing. You deserved somebody better than him."

"He gave me something as well... by the way."

"It could be so, but against his will. I would have made him pay dearly;
such a man!" Luca said belligerently, and then asked him, "But don't you
think that if your first experience was with a woman instead than with a
man, you would now like girls better than boys?"

"No, absolutely not. Moreover, with a woman I would not even have a
hard-on, you see? It is not possible to force a man to get an erection
and  get a hard-on and have sex with somebody who doesn't appeal to him,
who he doesn't like, that inside himself he refuses. But then, I know
people who at first had intercourse only with men and who then preferred
women, as well as vice versa. Each of us has to discover his own
sexualiry. There are also people who feel attracted more or less in the
same way both by a man and a woman. Really there aren't two people alike
on this earth. Each one has his own way."

"After all," Gustavo said, "whoever is able to do it without problems
with both men and women, is possibly the luckiest, as he has the double
the choices."

"It could be, but sooner or later he has to make a choice. And then, at
the end, he has just one, be it a man or a woman." Luca retorted.

"Unless he is a Don Juan..." Dario commented, thinking of Patrizio and
of Saverio.

"Yes, but the Don Juans have everybody and nobody. They are to be
pitied, as you said before." Luca said, with conviction.

"As long as one is young, it's good to have experiences, isn't it?"
Gustavo asked, looking at Dario.

"Well, sure," Luca answered, "one has to have experiences or else one
can't really make a choice. But not at the expense of the other one. And
anyway I would never do it with a fifteen or sixteen year old girl still
wet behind the ears. Even though, possibly, at twenty they're shitty
like Rosy."

"Don't you think you should make peace with her?" Dario asked him.

"No. Unless she comes to apologise to you... and also to me, at this
point."

" At times, when upset, one says somethings one doesn't really think..."

"No, she's shitty, full stop! She never stood for me esteeming and being
a friend of a gay. Why this? I still have to understand it. No, she has
a screw loose and I'm happy I broke with her. Rather, I should have done
so earlier. No, Curley. My girlfriend... either she will like you too,
or she wouldn't be my woman. Do you remember that time, Curley? You
taught me a great thing. Respect for the other. Look, I often recall it
and I'm grateful to you, do you know? That time I acted somewhat like a
bastard..."

Gustavo looked at his friends, intrigued, but didn't ask questions.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5

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