Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2000 19:36:20 +0100
From: pipa <pilanin@poczta.onet.pl>
Subject: the next story from Poland
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Matti Virtasen kakkosilleen - for the twin children of Matti Virtanen
Dla wspanialego Miniczka - for the wonderful Minik boy
Fuer die runde Sonne des Darsses, Tobias - For Tobias, the round sun of Darss
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Prologue
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All things described above are based on the facts, but as a whole constitute
the entirely fictional story. I am still alive. I used to be quite a good
journalist both on-air and for the press. I had a fat Finish boy
at home as a guest and I shared my bed with him although he always
slept in the corner :( (Matti, thanks you've accepted me as a homosexual
and I am really glad you've got married and as I've promised I shall
really be the Godfather for your twins, I hope as fat as their
parents :)))))))))), another fat homosexual one and we slept in one bed
(but he was Polish - Minik: wet kisses :)))). I had a long and dramatic
talk with the wonderful nice fat teenager Tobias at the beach of Darss (former
GDR) (Tobias, there will be no problem when you grow up a gay). I did crazy
and wild performances at a bonfire, I had many programmes on-air, including
"The Crocodiles' Afternoon" but all that went separately. The Jacob's flat
is a wishful thinking, since I am unemployed. The only lie is that I am 35
not 53 :))))) (there is a funny Polish idiom for it - a Czech mistake :)))
Let's treat it as the crazy compilation. And I am really Polish, I live
in the country where the former president (the Nobel Prize winner Lech
Walesa) can say "I invite Mr. Kaczynski with his wife and his brother
with his husband"... No comments.
He sat there again. Jacob tried to count, how many times he saw
that boy sit on the bench or walking around without any purpose, just to
kill his time. The thing that let him think about it was the same clothes
as the day before. Although Jacob never put any attention to the way
people used to be clad, this time things were different because the boy
wore probably the least suitable clothes for the cold September evening,
he only could.
"He must be waiting for somebody" - thought Jacob, parked his
car, entered his house and forgot about the whole thing.
About half an hour later the door bell interrupted his work over
the text he ought to have finished in two hours. "Who the hell can it be?"
- he thought angrily. He hated being interrupted especially when he wrote
anything "for yesterday". The thoughts and concepts changed and all the hard
work should be done once again.
That was this boy. He could be both fifteen and eighteen, was not
slim and very, very fat. Jacob estimated it for about one hundred ten
kilograms. The first impression, expressed by his awkward and frightened
sight was that the boy was afraid or something of the nature Jacob could
not guess.
- Can you help me? - the question was uttered distinctly in English
but with the accent of a Scandinavian. Being himself a Pole, Jacob knew
English quite well to recognise easily the origin of this accent.
- That depends - answered Jacob - but come in, we shan't speak
in the hall.
The boy entered the flat and stopped in the middle of the only room
there. His moves were shy and the suppositions that something was curious
about him even grew.
- My English is rather poor, I do not know if I can explain what
happened.
- What's your mother tongue? - asked Jacob.
- Finish.
- Tassa taspauksessa sa voit puhua suomea, ma yritan ymmartaa.
Aiankin se olisi meille helpompi.
The boy was astonished. He could not find anybody, who could talk
with him in English and that man spoke Finish! Although that was hardly any
Kalevala style, there was any chance of being understood. The boy sat
in the armchair and Jacob noticed that he fought hard not to fall asleep.
That was going to be neither short nor easy conversation.
He must have not slept at least one night, if anything had happened
that he got lost, Jacob knew that this visit could last just ages.
- Well, before we start talking, I think you should go to the
bathroom and take a shower. Are you hungry?
The boy simply nodded. Shortly afterwards he went to the bathroom
and Jacob prepared him some sandwiches. The urgent work however was not
forgotten, as the boy was taking a shower, Jacob tried to finish the story.
"Well, I shan't get Pulitzer for that" - he thought when connecting with
his Internet provider. Suddenly he noticed the silence behind the bathroom
door. Having sent his text, he knocked at the door, but silence was the
only answer. Unwillingly, he opened the door. The boy was lying in the tub
with the closed eyes. Jacob said "wake up, Teddybear" but met no reaction.
He tried putting his hand on boy's arm, the lad only shivered.
Taking out a man that weighs over hundred kilo from the tub is all
but easy. Leaving him sleeping on the other hand could bring rather
dangerous implications. Jacob took out his jacket and put his hands into
the almost cold water. According to Archimedes law, the problem began when
the whole body left water. Jacob succeeded to carry that enormous weight
and lay it on the bed. (The prophet words of the Beatles' "Boy, you got to
carry that weight" came at last true :)))))))
Having been brought up in a very catholic and conservative family,
the boy's nudity was something that evoked shame in him. Well, being
over fifty, he had hardly any experience with sex. He hated it from
the very moment of one encounter with his priest in the age of thirteen.
That was a real shock. The cold, ugly hand slipped into his trousers and
touched the place it never should. Although his first reaction was
to run away, he waited till the very end, ashamed and abused. The moment
millions of people wait almost everyday for, was for him nothing but a
mental, almost physical pain.
Since then he received any activity of sexual nature possible
as something very bad. In the age of eighteen he fell in love with a girl,
but he was so scared by all those thoughts and feelings, that he successfully
killed that. He had a very good job - a journalist in the big newspaper -
and went on concentrating on it, what brought good financial results. He
did not have to sing on the day the salaries reached his account "your
landlord says your rent is late, he may have to litigate" as he used to
do earlier. He learnt several foreign languages, studied mathematics, spent
leisure time playing bridge and walking around the European coast.
The problem of sex seemed not to exist. Of course he had sexual needs
and was aware of it. All he could do was masturbation, not more often
than once a week, always late at night and treated only as a physiological
activity, never accompanied by any sort of dreams. He held his stiff
penis just as a pencil or a joystick when playing a computer game. Just
some strong fast moves with his hand, then a wet tissue thrown away on
his way to the toilet. He did not dream of women, or even men. With his
money a short tete-a-tete with a whore would not be any problem.
Now he stood in front of a nude boy lying in his bed. He took the
towel and started to dry the boy, which made only some clumsy moves and went
on sleeping soundly. As he reached the genital area, he shut his eyes and
went red. Although he covered his whole palm with the towel, he could not
avoid being touched by something soft and warm. Immediately after drying
that area, he covered it with another towel and continued to sweep the legs.
The problem was to find any pyjama, that would fit to this mountain
of fat. Jacob was short and rather thin. Fortunately he found one, that
he got as a present and was much too big for him. And again this nasty view.
When pulled the trousers on boy's body, his hand was struck by the warm
and soft penis. Jacob went quickly to the bathroom and carefully washed his
hands, he could not however wash up that strange feeling...
A hour passed by. Jacob realised, that the whole situation was
at least strange. He could not even explain the fact, that he felt somehow
emotionally bound with the boy, occupying his bed. He was in a certain way
his property, Jacob was supposed to take care of.
Jacob tried to wake the boy up, this time successfully. The boy
did not seem to be astonished that he woke up in another place than
he was when falling asleep.
- Well, I let you sleep further, but I think we must talk.
- I think too. You know, the whole thing is rather simple. I went
to Poland with my mother, who wanted to visit a certain man. He lives
here in the neighbourhood, you should know him. Yesterday morning they went
to visit somebody by car. I did not want to go with them. They promised
to be back about noon. I do not know what has happened, but they have not
returned up till now...
- Have you tried to go to the police station? - asked Jacob,
forgetting that it could not be possible because of the language problems.
- I thought about it, but how can I speak with them? I do not
speak good English and I was afraid they'd put me to the prison.
That was a quite reasonable answer. Since all that thing cleared
up, the boy would have spent some days if not in jail, then in any
dormitory for youngsters. There would be only a slight chance to be taken
by any policeman home. Those people used to apply to the strict rules
with no margin for the exceptional situations.
Jacob phoned to the police station, explaining the reason he was
looking for those people. The effect was immediate and surprising. The white
Mercedes was hit by a lorry. The man was killed, the woman was brought
unconscious to the hospital. The boy was looking at Jacob and without
knowing Polish knew that the news were bad. Jacob did not want to say
anything till he would obtain any piece of information from the hospital...
- We do not inform anybody apart from the close family relations -
he heard in the phone. All the explanations that the close relation
of the accident victim can speak no Polish soon turned out to bring
no effect. - We'd have to see the passport of that boy - he heard instead.
- Fucking bureaucracy! - Jacob could not control his nerves any
more. - Another victim of that accident is just sitting here and dying
of uncertainty!
- I cannot check it - the answer was ice cold. - You hardly obtain
anything unless you get in touch with the ward chief. He is not available,
Saturday evening is not the best time to catch him here...
- Thanks for that bit of information - Jacob did all he could
not to sound sarcastic. All I wish you is to experience such a situation...
The long silence followed. Finally the woman said:
- Well, I'll do it for you if you give the phone to the boy to say
something in Finish...
Jacob explained it in Finish and the boy said something.
- It's strange that you speak Finish...
- Well, for some people that's very strange, that somebody has
learned anything...
Finally Jacob learnt, that Mrs Virtanen had not gained her
consciousness and was going to be operated on Monday. She was hard injured,
but the danger of death was fast over in comparison with the previous one,
several hours after the accident.
The woman did not want to agree to let the boy visit his mother.
- I believe you now but this is banned on the ward of intensive
care. Once again sorry for all that, but, you know, such calls had caused
us problems in the past...
It was nothing left than to say goodbye and explain all it to
Matti - that was the boy's name.
- Well Matti - began Jacob. He had no experience with breaking the
news. The reaction was unpredictable.
- She's dead - said the boy almost washed out of any emotions.
- No, she's not. She'll be operated on, she had a car accident. The
man is dead.
The reaction was mild.
- I knew that son of a bitch will make her harm. I hated him. He
really deserved his fate, I shan't regret him even a single minute.
The rule "de mortuis nil nisi bene" seemed to be of no validity to
the boy.
- Well, there are two ways out - Jacob did not pay attention to this
reaction. - Either we go tomorrow to the Finish Embassy in Warsaw and they
help you, or you'll stay here for some days. However we must inform
the embassy anyway.
- If I don't disturb you... I'd rather stay here. I am closer
to my mother, I can visit her. Besides, I know where and with whom I am.
Jacob had no problems when he called the embassy. They only took the
phone and identity number and believed that the boy would have place to
sleep and the full plate. Jacob was informed that in case of any problems
he should immediately contact the embassy. They also promised to help Matti's
mother with all the insurance mess. Germans often says "Andere Laender
andere Sitten" - each country has its own spirit, the collision was simply
amazing.
The boy was decently fed and put to bed.
- Well, where are you going to sleep?
- There'll be no problem, take it easy.
- If you're not disturbed, you can sleep with me - said Matti. - The
bed seems to be broad enough for two of us. It does not disturb me...
- We'll see. Now you must take a rest. Tell me, where did you sleep
yesterday?
- I did not sleep at all, it was too cold for that. I tried to do
in the park, but I almost froze, besides, there were some drunkards down there.
I just sat in front of the house and waited.
- Since there are only two houses in this street, no wonder that
nobody noticed you. Usually there is fairly a lot of people here, but they
are on their holidays now.
Matti was immediately sent to bed. Jacob connected with Internet, but
he could not focus on the e-mails he'd downloaded. Those unexplainable
feelings were recovering still, but with quite different connotations he
had not earlier than a hour before. That was absolutely new, he felt
attracted with the invisible strings to this body. The touch evoked some
associations of the entirely unknown nature.
The room was dark, the dim light of a screen made all things in
the room if not visible, then at least recognisable. Jacob thought Matti
was sleeping, but suddenly he heard the boy breathe deeper than before.
He turned his head to wards the bed. Matti lay uncovered on his back,
keeping his dick in the hand and moved it rhythmically. The view was
so suggestive, that Martin did not turn his head back, just continued
observing. The fun was soon all over and this time the boy slept. "He
should have swept it away" - thought Jacob.
He decided not to think any longer, just go to bed. He realised one
thing, when changing into his pyjama - his penis was hard and stiff. Being
in bed, he tried to fall asleep but it was not possible. The radiating
humid body lying at the distance of some centimetres, with the delicate
smell of soap, young sweat and something more... His hand was touching
touched the sheet, then slipped on a small, still warm puddle. The
imagination began to work with the best speed it could.
The deciding moment came, his hand collided incidentally with the
boy's body. Jacob caught his cock. He could be proud of his tool, eighteen
centimetres of real male meat. He pulled his foreskin off the tip of the
head, it was wet and slippery. A fifty years old usually knows the function
of his body but for Jacob it was somehow still a virgin area. His fingers
evoked unknown, strong sensations, which made his penis thrill. Even
moving fingers along the whole shaft was not necessary. He shook with
delight, breathed deep, almost lost control over his body.
* * *
He opened his eyes and the first things he recollected was the last
moments before the night dream. "I must be crazy" - he thought. The second
thought - the boy put the hand on his neck! "Well, after so many emotions
he needs the feeling somebody's around".
He was terrified by the discovery he made when preparing breakfast.
Hi did it with a joy! It was however far less pleasant to realise what
caused this joy and how much he had lost... He'd been living here for twenty
six years and only once he had guests, who stayed here over the night, his
cousin with husband and children.
Matti stood up and occupied the bathroom. Soon he was washed and clad.
They ate their breakfast as Jacob revealed the new pleasure he'd never known
before - morning talks with laugh, jokes, even the bidding, whose spaghetti
string was longer.
- Why don't you have a wife? - asked suddenly Matti as he would
sing the Offspring's "Why don't you get the job". Jacob lit a cigarette.
- Well, I never used to answer such questions, that's the first time
I am doing - he did it with a voice he announced the new song of Pink Floyd
when he was a DJ in the radio. - Well, I could say rubbish like I never
met an appropriate person, but not the whole truth. The truth is ... well...
I had a bad experience with sex as a young boy. Since then I just was
lonely, I had not made the slightest effort to change anything.
- I see - Matti was pleased with that answer - can you tell me what
happened?
- Perhaps later? I simply do not want to spoil the wonderful mood.
- I hope you're not abused by this question.
- No, I am not. I only know that something has changed since you
came.
- That's amazing, I think so too...
After the breakfast they went to hospital. They had luck, the ward
chief was available, moreover, Matti's mother had gained her consciousness
and was informed by the doctor that her son is safe .
- The operation is to be held on Tuesday or Thursday, the sooner
the better.
Matti was glad with that answer. The next surprise was prepared by
Jacob.
- I decided to take two weeks of holidays. Of course I could
leave you home and go to work, but that'd be unfair. If you're my guest,
I should be responsible for you.
On the contrary, Jacob's chief was not very delighted.
- As a matter of fact, you should have informed me at least one week
earlier, you know. Well, I understand that this situation is exceptional and
my decision will be exceptional as well. But you cannot guess the very reason
I am doing it - you'll have at last the idea what means to have children.
Jacob's chief had three sons and a daughter. They inherited from
their father the craziest ideas and happy unconcern, and that caused numerous
troubles of the latter. Jacob always wondered, how a man can allow his
children to involve him into their problems and often said it aloud. "If
I were you, I'd buy a Kalashnikov..."
"We'll talk when you have children of your own" - his chief used to
answer.
Then they drove to the Finish Embassy to Warsaw. Although it was
over 300 kilometres away, Jacob wanted to arrange Matti's visit officially
and cause the embassy to bring Mrs Virtanen insurance policy to Poland.
Later they visited the biggest bazaar to supply the boy with clothes; his
own ones were in the flat of a man who did not live any more. Fortunately
enough Matti had his passport and the remaining documents along.
On their way back they felt a bit tired, although they kept talking.
- I think you're my first friend I've ever had - said Matti. Jacob
could say the same about himself.
On the way back Matti reached the big file of CDs in the car
(computer freaks of any kind are kindly requested to check out in the
dictionary of the ancient English, what the term "file" actually means :) )
chose one record and put it in the slot of the CD-player. The Ritchie
Blackmore's guitar can make wonders and it really did; the guitar solo in
the "Highway Star" made Jacob drive like mad. The tune mixed up with the
flat, gloomy landscape, Matti's breath and everything that was hanging
around. Although the situation became slightly off guard, Jacob felt the
drive and spirit. The bends got straight, the curves and bumpings did not seem
to exist. The best words for it had been found by Chris Rea - The Road To
Hell.
- You're getting crazy - said Matti.
- Perhaps I am...
They stopped in the neighbourhood of Konin to take a little rest.
There was a group of youth sitting at the bonfire and singing the "traditional"
songs: there was a dim moonlight - and the virgin sitting there - without
pants, wile unbuttoning her shirt - they sang on the tune of "The House
Of The Rising Sun". Even Eric Burdon could not predict the last verses:
"she reached the hill, picked up the cucumber - and finally fucked herself..."
The English translation will never describe the beauty of the Polish rhymes
and spirit.
Jacob got a real laugh attack when hearing that. He translated into
Finish the deep lyrics and soon afterwards both of them were crying of laugh.
- Well, now you're expected to sing something - said the master of
bonfire when the song was over. Jacob reached the guitar and began:
Ujebala misia pszczola
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O ty pizdo - misiu wola
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jak ty smiesz z samego rana
upierdolic swego pana
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za te meki, kurwa, bole
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rozpierdole wszystkie ule... Chuj!!!!!
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(Just for the sake of decency I shall not translate it... The obscene words
underlined.)
The strong, dynamic riff followed those dirty words. Jacob heard the
storm of cheers. "We want more - we want more!!!"
"Gosh, he's a real showman" - thought Matti as that "grandfather"
was developing his amazing show in front of the flabbergasted youth. "I bet
he had never done this before..."
- What province do you come from? - asked Jacob.
- Pila - answered the youth.
- OK, then the dedication for you - and he began to play "Wipe out"
in the version of The Fat Boys: "When I emigrate, I'll take the phone
directory with, and each week, I'll use the addresses and send ten postcards,
with one simple text, that senator XY from Pila is a fucking bitch".
Then Jacob begin another kind of play - the word show of a specific
kind. The Polish language is known for the biggest in the world number of
vulgar connotations based on the change of initial letters, like in English
"duck farts - fuck darts!!!" or "to show a bit - to bow a shit". When Jacob
reached the connection "pikujaca Szozda - szokujaca pizda", (a sewing woman
with a popular Polish name - shocking cunt, which was not actually his
invention but the famous poet - Stanislaw Baranczak) all were just dying of
laughter.
- Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but we must go back home - said
Jacob trying to struggle against the youth, which cried "stay with us -
stay with us!" - Besides, I am too old for you... With a tunes of "Mr
Postman" including at least ten variations of the final tune and the
gentle, brilliant, full power performance of the ragtime "The Mapple Leaf"
Jacob finished the show. The last "we want more" was satisfied with "My
friend 's got a gilfriend and she hates that bitch"... As the Polish
audience always loves sophisticated and ambiguous word plays (double bottom
rules), Jacob and Matti almost escaped from the funny group. As the last
farewell, evokd by the amount of alcohol they'd drunk, they sang "Maamme
laulu" and "Jeszcze Polska...", the hymns of both countries.
- You should have the programmes on the radio - said Matti, as they
were back in the car. By the way now I understand that word play about
Offspring...
- Well, I used to have them late at night. They were overfilled
with the calls of potential suiciders and people in serious troubles. The
best one was the wide known Sturday afternoon show, in which children
discussed the news of the week. It was entitled "The Crocodiles' Afternoon"
and always began with the Beach Boys' version of the Elton Johns'
"Crocodile Rock". It went quite OK till the moment the children became to
say common truth about the owner of the radio, being also the richest man
in the province. You know, using the ancient Roman sentence "Vox populi -
vox Dei". Then that show had been banned... Of course I care a shit for
that but mind all the circumstances...
- You must have been popular..
- To some extent.
- I did not understand a single word from this show, but I observed
the reaction...
- Well, all were in high spirits apart from me.
- Let's not go into bidding, which life is worse, OK? I'd also say
something sad 'bout my life.
- What can you say about your life being only seventeen? - Jacob
seemed to be astonished.
- A lot more than you just can imagine... Believe me that I live
anly by accident... If you'd weigh over 120 kilos, we should talk.
- I beg you not to say that shit - sdid jacob. - I haven't paid ANY
(he stressed that word) attention on your weight... If even so, I haven't got
anything bad, believe. Besides, Finland seems to be quite a tolerant country.
I had once a friend there over 150 kg and he seemed to be quite happy...
- The exception that confirmed the rule. You should have feard all
those insults and even assaults, not necessarily only verbal ones.
(the quotations omitted as too cruel...)
* * *
It was almost midnight as they finally returned home. After
short supper they went to bed.
"No, that cannot be true" - thought Jacob, feeling the fat, warm
hand on his belly. It went lower and lower, finally reaching the place which
was recently touched by anybody else over thirty five years ago! But that
was not the same feeling - new, fresh and exciting. Jacob was lying
as usually on his back, Matti - on his side, with face towards him. As
the boy closed to Jacob, his body touched the older man's hand. Matti was
completely naked. Jacob just learnt, that his finger touch delicate
fur, beginning down the bellybutton. He stretched his index finger, which
soon felt the resistance of something hard. Matti apparently moved the
position his dick, which now was situated in Jacob's hand. The effort the
man made his first squeeze was comparable only with pushing a railway
carriage with the hand... But once he did it, the sensations, cold and
hot waves began to rule over his body. The final moment was so immense, that
he felt his heart bump over 180 times per minute.
- I must say you something - said Jacob as they sat at the table.
"Now I must say him that that was the last time we slept together and
I am going to send him back to the embassy" - thought he and went red.
- It was my first time... - he heard his own voice as it would be
said by someone else.
- Really first time in your life? Just unbelievable!
- Yes, that's true.
- You haven't ever done it to a woman?
- No, I assure you...
- Well, that was my first time too, but don't you think we can hardly
compare to each other?
- To tell you truth, I should have sent you back and immediately to the
embassy... but... I love you...
- Do you think if I hadn't, I'd gone into it?
- I wonder why you sleep without your pyjamas on. You'll catch a
bad cold, you little devil...
- Don't forget I am from Finland. I always sleep naked. To change
the topic, don't you know any place we could spend this hot day? I mean
such a place with no people, only for us both.
- That will be quite difficult, but we'll try. Don't forget it's
Sunday.
Jacob prepared sandwiches and soon they set off. The task was really
difficult, although finally they found an ideal place, hidden in the forest
with a tiny sand beach...
Well, the rest would be the silence, anyhow.
* * *
The hospital walls and everything was white. Jakub let the boy stay
inside and went shopping. He put the record in the slot of his CD player.
The drive was of the sort he never expected; the crowdy streets of Poznan
made it impossible. Suddenly his cellular phone rang - that was Matti.
- Well... my mother'll be OK.
Jakub was really glad. He pressed the accelerating pedal. Suddenly
his heart ceased to work. "Just a small crisis - he thought.
All passed him by - the destroyed childhood, hard job, his only love...
He was soon on the other side.
Part 2 will never follow
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