Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2006 12:30:43 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: "The Choice" 01/15 (Adult Youth)

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THE CHOICE
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006
written on November 12th 1996
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Khasidi

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE CHOICE" 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 1 - PREFACE

The inspiration for this story came to me after reading the excellent
story written by Harry Shultz, titled "1964". It is the story of the
blossoming of a strong love between a Protestant Minister and a teenager
of the Afro-American community in Philadelphia. I really loved the
story. It is written so very well. This pushed me to try to guess how
such a story would be, if it happened in Italy between a Catholic Priest
and a young parishioner.

So the following story was born. In some parts it resembles the
original; but I wrote it again, following contemporary Italian reality
and mentality, and in my own style. I hope you enjoy it. Have a good
reading.

FIRST - DON GUSTAVO

Don Gustavo Cirasa was not yet thirty years old; still, he was Saint
Mattia's Parish Priest. He was born in the northern part of the province
of Calabria, at the top of the Italian Boot, in southern Italy. Here he
lived until he was five years old, when his father moved the entire
family to northern Italy to find a better job. So, Gustavo grew up
attending schools in the North. In fact, he never had a southern accent;
moreover, he was blond; so it would have been very difficult to guess
that he was born in the South.

Gustavo's parents were very religious. They brought all their children
up as traditional and very devout Catholics. Being uneducated people and
not very open-minded, they never dreamt of educating their children
about sex. Even if this idea had occurred to them, they would have been
too ashamed to do it. So, Gustavo grew up without really knowing
anything about sex, besides some childish and disconnected ideas;
though, as it is with the majority of children, he unconsciously,
absorbed elements from TV,  from pieces of conversations stolen from
grown up people and, of course, from information told to him by other
children. But being his buds, they were on the average as wrongly
informed as he was. The most they could teach him were the dirty words
describing men and women's genital anatomy - or a little less.

Even though later, in middle school, the science teacher explicitly
taught the boys about sexual terms, he never really addressed the
subject of the sexual techniques or the realities of contemporary
society; and, even less, the subject of love and desire which are the
basis of sexuality. All that the teacher said was limited to the fact
that a boy "meets" a girl, and that from the seed of the boy and the
tiny egg of the girl, a new life started in her little belly, and that
after nine months a child would be born. Not much more than that!

But what gave birth to deep thoughts in Gustavo's mind was the question,
almost certainly innocent, that one of his school mates asked the
science teacher. What would it happen, if by chance a boy "met" another
boy, or a girl another girl? Gustavo felt fascinated by that possibility
and told himself that something like that could really happen. He waited
for their teacher's answer; but the man, disturbed and embarrassed, only
answered that, in such a case, a child could not be born. Full stop,
next paragraph.

When he was twelve, the entire family met at the grandparents' house in
Calabria. After Christmas Dinner,  while all the others were playing
tombola in the living room, a Christmas day tradition, in a corner of
the big kitchen of the country house, two of his young uncles started to
chat about their experiences while in the army. For country people, the
year of compulsory army service is often the only chance to experience
city life. It is a chance to meet with people coming from the furthest
corners of the nation. The two cousins, still in their twenties, were
sipping a sweet sparkling red wine from paper cups. Assuming they were
alone, they didn't realize that their little nephew Gustavo was not
playing tombola with the others, but that was reading a comic book,
curled behind them, between the fireplace and the dresser. So, Gustavo
started to learn the information his teacher hadn't provided him.

Talks "between grown up people", in a rural civilization, were taboo for
the children. They were kept separated from the adults and had to play
among themselves. Gustavo, completely engrossed in his reading, wasn't
aware of the situation or the fact that he was unintentionally
infringing on an unspoken but very clear rule. The laughter of the two
young men, uncle Tomaso and uncle Lorenzo, suddenly  attracted the
little boy's attention. At first he couldn't understand what they were
talking and laughing about.

"... to ask for a dose of saltpeter!" Renzo was saying, shaking with
laughter, and continued in a low and mysterious tone that immediately
captured the entire attention of the little boy, "Well, just a few days
later there was the usual summer training camp on the mountains, in
Abruzzi National park, the second or third night. You know, the usual
bivouac fires, since you can't go down the valley into town. Our
corporal was a fellow called Mattei, from Bologna. His nickname was Sly,
like Stallone. You know, a stallion!" Renzo laughed and Maso nodded and
echoed his laughter.

They drank some more wine. The low narrative tone of his uncle
fascinated Gustavo, who was now listening carefully.

"He was a stud, big and built like an Iveco truck. He acted tough -- and
he was! Anyway, he was one of the most respected and feared corporals.
Also, he never got shitty with people, you know? He made you toe the
line, but he could also look the other way at the right time. He got
respect; and when he was talking, it was best to listen to him. Jesus,
he was no Adonis... but it seemed like he had more adventures than all
the rest of us put together. Every time he was on leave, we would see
him with a different girl, and not just to have a chat with her... You
see, that's how he got his nickname.

"Well, as I was saying, on the third or fourth night, around the fire, I
stood up to go take a leak. I went out among the trees, out of sight,
and pulled it out. Then I heard a groan... It was as if there was a bear
nearby or some wild animal. And it's dark! Well, I wasn't afraid, but...
You know, in the mountains, deep in the woods, get it? Another groan
made me turn and I took a step, hoping not to make any noise. I lifted a
branch and... It was a full moon, or almost, and so I saw a little
clearing and those two in their birthday suits. Stark naked! Sly was
lying on his back, his legs were up so that his knees almost touched his
shoulders. And on top of him was the new recruit. That little blond from
Spoleto -- the one who was advised to take his saltpeter dose -- folded
on him and bucking like a rutting colt. The blond had his entire handle
shoved up the corporal's butt and was hammering inside him like a mad
man. There on the tall grass, less than thirty feet from camp."

"The little one was fucking the stallion's ass?" Maso asked, amused but
skeptical.

"Yeah, big time! Our corporal. The hard man! The terror of us all! He
was enjoying it, too, groaning like a sow in heat! I couldn't believe
it. I forgot to piss. I just put it back in my pants and snuck away
quietly. Then...

Gustavo was drinking in those words and anxiously awaited the
continuation of the story, holding his breath. His mother peeked into
the kitchen and told the two young men: "Maso, Renzo, come for the
pictures." and disappeared. The two men, interrupted at the most
interesting point, stood and left. After they were gone, the boy snuck
away from his corner, passing through the door of the pantry and from
there to the hall, so that they would not know he had been in the
kitchen, and going into the living room for the pictures.

During the story, the boy had noticed the contempt and the disapproving
tone in his uncle's voice. Yet, in spite of his uncle's rather negative
point of view, the sexual information about what happens when "a boy
meets another boy" became suddenly much more accurate and, in some way,
even more fascinating.

He was growing up and the normal development of male libido, open or
hidden, made him more and more aware of himself and of other boys.

After middle school, he decided to enter the Seminary. In this he was
supported by his family. When he entered the Seminary, Gustavo found his
mind filled with all those questions for which he had not yet found an
answer. He didn't know, and was not even fully able to imagine the
beauty of the abandon one could experience in the arms of another man.
Even less, what one could feel joining sexually with a handsome man,
filled with desire and passion...

After puberty, he had discovered by himself ways to satisfy the frequent
rising of the typical teen fever, the biting desire that pushed him
towards his friends and companions, though privacy had become an almost
nonexistent thing among the Lower Seminary (high school age) and Upper
Seminary (university age) walls. Everything was shared, including the
nights in the large dormitories. At times, he was able to find
satisfaction locked in a toilet stall or, in the rare instance  when he
could be alone, under the shower.

Anxious to satisfy the expectations of his religious parents and follow
the vocation he felt growing inside himself, the handsome boy devoted
himself body and soul to his studies. He wanted to become a good priest.
Under the advice of his counselor, he became very active in sports, in
order to hold his instincts at bay.

By the time he reached his senior year, and Gustavo Cirasa had become a
very handsome nineteen-year-old. He was one of the best and most
intelligent of the students in the seminary and was proceeding
diligently and without any particular problems towards the final exams
and admission to Upper Seminary. His parents and his superiors were very
proud of him. February was half over with only four months left until
final exams. Mother Nature didn't deny the boy; physically and morally
sound, his gifts and his body had become magnificent in his growth
towards a mature adulthood. Nevertheless, he devoted himself with
passion to his studies and to his sports. His young mind was becoming a
fertile ground for thoughts of sex and, naturally, for impossible dreams
of love.

Even though he fit in pretty well with the other students in the
Seminary, he also began to experience with growing force a basic sense
of loneliness and a strong desire to have a really close friend,
somebody he would be able to confide in, somebody special. Even though
he always controlled his eyes in the classrooms and outside, attraction
and desire were difficult to keep in check. This was especially true
when he was in the locker-room before and after soccer matches. It was
even harder in the showers. Here he could watch the naked manliness of
his fellow students in all the different stages of the development of
the male body from puberty to his own age.  There was such an abundance
of attractive males all around him that, even if he prevented himself
from looking, his obvious attempts not to let his eyes linger on his
friends betrayed his interest as much as if he had stared. And so, every
day he was among boys of various builds and each so attractive in his
own physical aspect, different in shape, size and consistency of body
and sexual attributes.

Gustavo's appreciation of those men who attracted him most and made his
body react was varied. He ignored his desires, never tasting the
forbidden fruit with any of them. But he secretly enjoyed the sight of
all those male bodies. The more manly they were, the more they entered
his secret thoughts. At times he was just struck by the complexion of a
cheek, the fold of a mouth, the look of eyes lost in who knows what
thoughts, the curve of an ear, the fascinating way a nose curled
slightly up during laughter. Other times it could simply be the position
of a hand that captured Gustavo's interest, or the involuntarily relaxed
pose of a body that gave him a warm sensation and made him imagine what
it would feel like if one could touch it.

Anyway, Gustavo was happy to be just one among the many boys, not any
different from the others. Such visions in the showers or in the lockers
could have been particularly dangerous for someone so very attracted by
them, but during the first four years of Seminary, not even once did his
member betray him by becoming hard. Nevertheless, a door of
self-knowledge opened for the boy.

Very late one night in February, the bonds of his ignorance about men
broke. He could hear around him the snoring and unconscious mumbling of
his fellow Seminarians who shared the same dormitory with him. Trying to
keep as quiet as possible, Gustavo tossed and turned in his small bed in
an unceasing sleeplessness. At some point, without thinking about what
he was doing, at least at first, he started to play with his hardened
member. It had not been a conscious decision but he started to find a
certain pleasure in the light but agreeable sensations that his hands
were giving him. He let himself progress to a slow and conscious private
playing under his blanket. He asked himself if he would be able to
maintain himself on the brim of the pleasure he was feeling, without
reaching an orgasm.

Even though it had never been said explicitly, at least not during
confessions, masturbation had been defined as a mortal sin, even more so
for boys preparing themselves to enter the holy orders. It was something
to avoid so as not to soil the purity suitable to a priest. And yet, on
that night, Gustavo thought that "since nobody knows... Just for
once..." there was no danger or harm in what he was doing. It would be
acceptable if he could stop before ejaculating. In some way -- his mind
torn between pleasure and duty -- he thought that the sin was more in
the spilling of the seed than in the pleasure he was feeling. He
justified his actions to himself by reminding himself that it was called
"Onan's sin..."

After a month of complete abstinence, the muscular young man had almost
forgotten about it and was amazed how each movement of his hand provoked
bursts of pleasurable fire concentrated in his groin. But, gradually, he
began to feel himself shaking and a little voice inside condemned him
when he became aware he wasn't going to beable to stop his pleasurable
play. And inside the mind of the young theology student a close fight
began between the little devil who tempted him and his guardian angel.
He was stricken with guilt as his lusty thoughts were attacked by the
harsh words of his moral and theological teachers. The troubled young
seminarian thought that, even if it were only a harmless and simple act
like that of Onan, it was clearly condemned by the Bible and by the
Church. Feeling suddenly both unworthy and full of shame, he tried to
resume the straight way rather than uselessly spill his seed and so
preserve his purity.

When Gustavo had started to touch himself, he'd thought that abandoning
himself to the gratification of his sexuality wouldn't raise any moral
nor practical problems. Another wrong judgment on his part had been that
he would fall asleep soon anyway and so naturally stop his innocent
play. Gustavo did succeed in pulling away his hand from the good warmth
between his thighs; but his loins, tense and aching, for a long time
wouldn't allow him to slip into merciful sleep. With an insidious
pulsation, a kind of pain was radiating from the sweet, warm, and tense
lap of Gustavo. His testicles started to ache as never before. Soon, the
ache had spread to the boy's whole body. Gustavo was becoming more and
more eager to relieve himself with the only remedy he knew. He tried
valiantly to keep his mind and hand away from that stubborn call of
nature, and for a while it seemed he was successful.

But the insistent need for relief reached absolutely unendurable levels
and Gustavo surrendered to his body. He got a towel from his wooden
night stand and hung it on his arm, in front of him, to hide the evident
fullness under his pajamas, once he had left his bed. He stealthily left
the dormitory and headed to the showers. Whether it was right or wrong,
he needed to carry out what he had unwarily started. But when he was in
the showers, he had a sudden change of heart and decided to hold back
his intention. He pulled off his pajamas and entered one of the stalls,
resolutely turning on the cold water and shuddering as he valiantly went
under the cold stream of water to calm his burning desire...

Just as the icy water was starting to strike his athletic body, a solemn
and serious voice whispered from Gustavo's back: "If only a cold shower
were enough to overcome such problems!"

Jolting at the sudden voice, astounded and embarrassed, Gustavo turned
in a start and, slipping, staggered. His erection, still unaffected by
the cold water, bounced into full view. Mortified, but again master of
his movements, he found a hold before falling to the floor and regained
his balance, if not his self-control.

"Quiet, Cirasa... quiet." Daniele Colella whispered. On the fresh face
of his companion there was something so obviously not derogatory that
Gustavo at once abandoned most of his worries. Daniele, tried to
reassure his upset friend. "There's not a living soul here, besides you
and me," The gentle and accommodating boy smiled with an air full of
understanding at the nervous glance that Gustavo threw at him. "Don't be
afraid," he added, "I'm not the type to spread rumors."

"I was just..." Gustavo started to say, in confusion.

"Listen, I told you not to worry. And there's nothing to explain. Not to
me."

Daniele was a small but muscular boy, one year younger than Gustavo,
with wide shoulders and dark brown wavy hair. He came from Calabria like
Gustavo, but only three years ago, so he still had a strong southern
accent. He looked down, without the slightest embarrassment, forcing
Gustavo's eyes to stare at the evident tenting under the towel which was
still tight around Daniele's waist. Then, quietly, Daniele said: "As you
see, I know very well what happens... at times."

Then Daniele raised his eyes to meet those of Gustavo. This time
straight into the depths of the athletic youth's brown eyes. Gustavo was
standing, naked and aroused, in the shower stall. Daniele untied his
towel and slowly let it drop to the floor, fully revealing his similar
need. He entered the stall and stretched his arm to turn the water lever
to an intermediate position. Then he entered under the spray, in front
of his companion.

"Come on," he said carefully as their members lightly brushed against
each other and the water, now sweetly warm, hit their bodies. "Relax.
There are things that one cannot expect to control. Good God! Even if
our minds can fly to angelic heights, we are, after all, just human
beings, flesh and blood." It seemed as if Daniele was talking more to
himself than to his friend. After saying these words, he became silent
as if he were meditating them. Then, almost suddenly, he took a step
forward, so that their members were now pressed each against the other's
groin. Gustavo, instinctively, stepped back. The dream he tried to
ignore for so long, was now here, within his reach. He jumped back with
such sudden and unexpected strength, it scared him slightly.

When Daniele whispered, "Everything's okay," there was a powerful
hypnotism in his voice. The boy perfectly understood what Gustavo
needed, and also his fear to admit it, to ask for it.

For a moment the tall, young seminarian thought that those words
"Everything's okay" could have been the literal translation of the
authentic words that the snake said to the first woman in Eden. But in
some ways, Gustavo was no longer able to focus his mind on this or on
other thoughts. Suddenly, his already weak and wavering resistance, gave
way. As soon as Daniele stretched out his hand and gently seized his
member, Gustavo could no longer think about snakes, rules or judgments.
For the first time a stranger's hand was touching him...there...and this
intimacy caused such an unexpected heat to rise that he could not
resist.

When his dormitory companion took his wrist, and guided his hand to his
dripping groin, Gustavo had no resistance and in his turn, he
reciprocated. He welcomed in his hand the firm rod jutting out from the
junction of Daniele's strong thighs, welcoming it with his long, tapered
fingers. Gustavo was not at all interested in comparing the size of
their members, but was amazed to feel how Daniele's rod seemed to burn
inside his firm grip.

"Yes... so... right, like that... good." Daniele exhaled in a hoarse
whisper. His stone gray eyes closed half way as soon as Gustavo wrapped
his strong fist around his virile tool. Standing under the warm
pleasurable rain that poured on them from the shower head and massaged
their naked bodies increased all their sensations. Daniele leaned his
cheek, reddened with pleasure, on the warm, golden skin of Gustavo's
wide chest. Gustavo was filled with tenderness. With slow, synchronous
movements, each started to gently masturbate the other.

The needs of their passion increased, demanding more than Gustavo knew
how to ask for. After a while, it was the younger of the two who voiced
their thought aloud: " Yours is pretty big, but..." and left the rest of
his comment hanging. He left Gustavo's member, took the bar of soap from
the small shelf on the wall and whispered with urgency: "We have to
hurry up. I'll take you first; but be sure to put lots of soap on it."

Gustavo didn't understand what his companion was asking him, until
Daniele put the slippery soap bar in his hand, turned bending a little,
eagerly spreading his firm round ass. Daniele's fingers then guided his
friend's hand with the soap into the warm valley between his pale sweet
mounds of velvety smooth skin. Then the boy bent forward pushing his
bottom towards his companion, giving him free access to apply the
improvised lubricant. The vision of the round bud in Daniele's furrow,
so willingly offered to him, provoked a spontaneous jolt to Gustavo's
hard member. He was completely fascinated. For the first time in his
life he was being given the opportunity to use his flesh key to open the
secret door of love among males. He felt the vision his friend was
offering him was beautiful, and it was a rare privilege to receive such
a gift. His inquisitive fingers started to dreamily explore the
beautiful hole that was being offered.

In a precarious balance, like a dancer ready to dash into one of his
virtuoso dance steps, Daniele, being shorter than Gustavo, stretched
back his hardy young body and pressed his palpitating hole against his
friend's fingers. While Gustavo was soaping it carefully, Daniele pushed
back his hands and seized his companion's hips. Daniele's legs trembled
and tensed. His hand trembled, too, when he seized by the soapy member
of his companion by its root, guiding it to the target that was ready,
greedy to receive it. Eager and impatient, the younger seminarian firmly
clenched his lips to hold back the natural moan that he knew he would
emit as his friend's big member, seeking refuge within him, started to
invade the tight sheath of his back channel.

>From the very start, the pained palpitations of his companion's seducing
pale ass together with Daniele's fast and contracted breathing, told
Gustavo that his friend was feeling intense pain even if he didn't voice
it. "I'm sorry..." Gustavo murmured with his warm and low voice in
Daniele's ear. His apology was sincerely felt, but he was overcome by
his desire. "I'm sorry, Dani..." the shuddering seminarian apologized
again in a murmur, "but I'm not able to stop... I can no longer stop,
believe me!"

Gustavo's strong arms tightened strongly around Daniele's waist in a
warm embrace. Then, with a deep moan, Gustavo lifted his friend from the
floor, pulling him against his body, continuing to penetrate him with
burning desire. Daniele, suspended in mid air, his strong legs hanging
like those of a puppet, firmly impaled on the hot strong member of his
companion, quivered with pleasure. They stood so, while Gustavo's stake,
hard like tempered steel, continued to slip inside the tight channel of
his friend, settling deeply inside it.

Daniele was in ecstasy. "Put me down, now. Fuck me..." he cried in a
choked but happy voice.

Gustavo, still holding him tightly, bent so that his friend could put
his feet on the floor. Finally he started to thrust fast and deep, back
and forth, into the welcoming heat of Daniele's tight love tunnel.

Gustavo didn't need much time to reach the peak of his pleasure. Just a
few fast deep pushes were enough to release a flood of feeling that had
been dammed up in the young man who was desperately pistoning into the
sweet hold of Daniele's tight channel. Gustavo staggered backward,
holding his friend tight against himself with all his strength.
Gustavo's body burned, and his ass pushed against the cold glass wall
dividing their stall from the next. The passionate boy in his arms, at
this point completely pierced by the massive and vibrating column of his
friend's virile member, gasped. Then he made his small ass throb, to
give even more pleasure to the young man who was close to unloading
inside him.

The pressure of Gustavo's big hands against Daniele's contracted belly,
kept the younger boy's ass pressed against his groin. The unbelievably
strong sensations he was feeling with each contraction of his hard,
inflexible rod embedded in the sweet butt of his companion made it
impossible for him to keep quiet. Gustavo's lips opened to scream, But,
just in time, he pressed his lips against the side of Daniele's neck and
was able to stifle his outcry to a sharp moan that expressed the extreme
intensity of his emotions and sensations at the peak of his greed to
reach even higher pleasure. He started to reach the peak that would soon
fill his handsome companion with himself. Bending the trembling body
against his own, Gustavo banged his massive rod deep inside Daniele's
tight, hot channel one last time. He thought he would fall to his knees
with the strength of his orgasm.

Bending and folded over Daniele, the golden, flowingly shaped body of
Gustavo, breathlessly embracing his young friend still impaled on his
shuddering virility, made one think of one of the wonderful unfinished
sculptures of Michelangelo. Gustavo's powerful body tensed each time a
wave of boiling lava sprouted from his rigid member and filled Daniele's
most secret and intimate cavern. Struggling to recover his breath,
Gustavo, almost dazed, continued to hold Daniele against himself, until
his member at last started to soften and slipped out from the warm nest
his friend had offered him. Trembling with emotion, the strong young man
let his friend free.

Daniele turned around quickly, his eyes burning. His strong chest
rapidly rising and falling almost in unison with Gustavo's. "Now me...
turn around for me..." he whispered with urgent desire.

Gustavo silently complied, his shining eyes didn't show the slightest
hesitation. Daniele put his hands on his companion's waist, and Gustavo
docilely let himself be guided into the right position. At once the soap
bar slipped in the furrow between the cheeks of Gustavo's muscled ass,
and lingered on his hole.

Daniele instructed Gustavo, whispering to him: "Now bend, and flex your
knees. Put your hands on your knees." Then, pulling the wide shoulders
of his willing pupil to himself, he murmured with eager excitement,
"Like that... right, like that... good... A little bit lower..."

Supporting himself on his bent knees, Gustavo assumed a half-crouched
position. While Daniele was feverishly preparing himself at his back.
Eager to enjoy his turn with this kind of pleasure. Filled with desire,
Daniele pushed his hard, rigid stake against the golden, quivering
mounds of Gustavo's ass.

Daniele folded his body on top of Gustavo, forcing him to find a new
balance to support the agreeable weight of his friend's body. Gustavo
was uncertain about the level of pain and pleasure he was about to
receive and his heart was beating fast.

Daniele eagerly guided the tip of his hot, swollen member, short but
thick, into the still unexplored valley between Gustavo's mounds, and
pointed it straight at the target.

Daniele forced his virgin hole open with rhythmic pushes. Gustavo's big
athletic body shuddered while a low, light, uncontrollable moan escaped
from him.

Daniele vigorously grabbed Gustavo's shoulders and pulled him against
himself, while pushing his groin forward. He trembled when felt the
muscular young man bending in front of him shudder violently as he felt
his inviolate hole relentlessly forced open. Daniele sighed in ecstasy,
being at least able to feel these sensations again. He became still so
that he could enjoy the enticing warmth that suddenly began to wrap the
swollen tip of his manhood. But Daniele's rest lasted only a short
while. He rapidly gathered his energy and proceeded to conquer Gustavo
as deeply as possible. With a long, slow, strong, unyielding thrust, his
groin met his friend's butt and pressed against it strongly. When he was
completely buried in the hot vibrating depths, he didn't selfishly think
only of his own pleasure, he put his hands under Gustavo's bent body and
reached his genitals. They began to move together in a passionate union,
Gustavo's member rocking inside his friends skilled hand. The warm water
continued to caress their bodies tightly bound together as they pistoned
in unison. Daniele seductively played with Gustavo's glans with his
soapy fingers, while his other hand teased his friend's nipples. At this
expert double assault, Gustavo soon became aroused again. When his rod
was fully erect, hard and vibrating, Daniele's fingers stopped the
teasing play and with determination seized the hot spear, stroking it
with energy and pleasure. Soon the pushes inside Gustavo's tunnel and
the strokes on his shuddering member, were perfectly synchronized.

However dazzling the tall peaks they were climbing with their passion,
the two fiercely coupled seminarians were keeping a tacit agreement of
silence, stubbornly keeping their lips shut and choking back their moans
of pleasure. They understood the danger of being caught so,
instinctively, they tried to lessen it, even though they fully enjoyed
their intimacy in the empty shower room. Besides their fierce and heavy
breathing as they exhaled, strong and rhythmically with their flared
nostrils, the only sound that could really be heard from the corridor
was that of the running water. Anyway, at that time of night, in that
part of the seminary, there was not a living soul.

The big, strong rod in Daniele's hand, was again at his full size, ready
for a second round. It was pulsating more and more strongly in his
friend's gentle hand. Daniele's stake, dancing in the hot love channel
that just lost its virginity, started to spasmodically expand. Fiercely
working Gustavo's rod with his hand, he wanted them to both reach their
orgasm together. Daniele increased his speed. His contracted belly
adhered to Gustavo's back and his groin moved with strong, quick
strokes. Suddenly, their mad run to pleasure stopped and from Daniele's
member warm jets of seed started to spout inside the well of sensations
that was hosting it. At once, all Gustavo's muscles tensed, starting to
tremble in a kind of disorderly dance, until he too was submerged by a
second, burning tide of pleasure. It was a deeply gratifying experience
and the boiling lava flew along the vibrating rod, and squirted towards
the floor between Gustavo's feet. Each jet was like a necklace of
pearls, shining in the strong light coming from the center of the room,
interrupted by the rhythm of each contraction, at once washed away by
the warm spray from the shower...

They separated and they left the stall, still panting. Then they dried
one  another, gazing back and forth with light smiles. They were just
two lonely boys, both needing, not only physical relief, not only to
give vent to their youthful energies, but, above all, needing a
friend... Before going back to their dormitory, Gustavo pulled his
friend against him and kissed him on his mouth, deeply and for a good
while, to express his gratitude to him. They met a few more times and
made love with the same passion. But Gustavo felt that their
relationship was wrong. He understood they had to stop and, after a long
inner battle, told Daniele. His friend could only accept it, so their
story ended. After that, Gustavo decided to remain chaste, as he must be
if he were to become a priest. The school year ended and he was admitted
to the Upper Seminary.

But Daniele was not able to sustain his resolution for chastity.
Possibly he had less self control, or else he was more sexually active
than Gustavo... So, Daniele tried it with another seminarian who, not
only was not against it, but even participated with real pleasure. But
this companion, after a few times, also repented and, instead of just
stopping as Gustavo had, told their Superior about it and, what was
worse, not in confession, that at least it would have remained a secret.
There was no scandal or noise but Daniele was dismissed from the
Seminary.

Near the end of their studies in the Upper Seminary, the seminarians
were sent to help the various parsons in the churches of the diocese in
order to start to make contact with the pastoral reality to which soon
they would devote themselves. Gustavo was sent to help the San Mattia
parson.

San Mattia was a church built at the end of the '60's, in a style
neither modern nor classic, halfway between the preconciliar and the
postconciliar, by an architect famous at that time but now almost
unknown. The church consisted of three buildings that enclosed a wide
yard on the right side. In this yard there was a small playing field for
youth. It was used for everything from soccer to volleyball, handball to
basketball. The building towards the street continued the church façade.
It contained the parish offices and a small theater. Parallel to the
church stood the building of the catholic associations and, closing the
last side, were the parson's house and the sacristy. But the old parson
no longer lived in the large parson's house. It had been transformed,
together with part of the building of the catholic associations, into a
set of mini-apartments which were rented out so as to be able to pay, at
least in part, the expenses of maintaining the complex. The old parson
went to live in a small flat, an apartment building not far from the
church that he received as an inheritance from an old unmarried
great-aunt. Then the old parson wanted to free himself of all the
administrative problems and thus he formed a laic administrative
commission that he put under the presidency of Ubaldo Crespi, one of the
pillars of the community.

The first time Don Gustavo met Ubaldo Crespi was while he was still a
seminarian and he was sent to help the old parson. Ubaldo, a
businessman, was the city president of the Men of Catholic Action, and
he took care of the parish's bookkeeping. A man of faith, he was an
ex-follower of Monsignor Lefebvre. But he returned to the fold when the
prelate broke with Rome. He spent almost all of Sunday and some evenings
during the week in the Parish Hall, in the various prayer groups, or
biblical studies.

Anyway, when he wasn't devoting his time to the church, he was as very
much involved with his financial activities. He devoted himself, body
and soul, to his insurance company which he had transformed from a small
rural office into a hive of activities -- he now had three efficient
girls who worked as secretaries and a young but expert partner. Without
a doubt, Ubaldo was very skilled.

And nobody would deny that Ubaldo Andrea Crespi was and always had been
an unremitting hard worker. A man with no crazy ideas in his head. "Pull
up your breeches by yourself, and don't make a fuss!" he loved say about
himself, the man, without any false modesty. A tall, sharp cornered man,
who never ignored even for a moment his position in the world and in
society, whose life was regulated by a basic philosophy, he was made of
a few clear points, not one of them superfluous.

Ubaldo would never lower himself to have relationship with somebody who
denied even one of the "values" that he sustained with a basic logic
that he inherited from his father. All that didn't fit within his
values, was simply "unworthy of life". Full stop, next paragraph.

With these deep-rooted convictions, Ubaldo Crespi lived a simple and
thrifty life, running along safe and straight rails, with no compromise
nor tolerance for the gray or ill-defined areas of life. And this was
not valid only for him, it also applied to all his small kingdom, be it
his family or his agency. "You do or you don't. You are or you aren't.
It's black or white, boys! Are you listening to what I'm telling you? It
could not be more simple than that. Your word should be yes for yes and
no for no, even as the Gospel says! Clear and simple."

This he repeated to his four children, first Adriano, second Diego, to
the little sister Loredana and finally to little Oreste. This the
children knew by heart. It could be said that no day was passed without
Ubaldo repeating this golden maxim, be it at home, or at work, or even
at the parish hall.

Clara Crespi, Ubaldo's wife, was a very slight woman, but tall, with a
sweet voice; however she was strong and determined. She was a Philippino
that Ubaldo had met at the home of one of his uncles where she had been
working as the housekeeper. Ubaldo decided he would marry her. In order
to do so, he almost had to break with his family. But when Ubaldo
decided something, nobody could move him. When their first son, Adriano,
was born, the couple had been married for two years.

Clara started to take care of the parish life under the old parson. She
had in her hands the maintenance of church and sacristy -- furnishings,
vestments, flowers, altar cloths and sacred vessels, cleaning, heating,
illumination, and the ornaments for baptisms, marriages, and funerals.
All this she carried out with a light but firm touch, guiding a chosen
handful of parish women.

With them, Gustavo also met Adriano, the thirteen-year-old. He was a
quiet boy, with a sweet smile, diligent and compliant, who often helped
his mother in the church or in the sacristy, a boy who was appreciated
and liked by everybody, always ready to help, to be useful and with good
grace. The second, Diego, was ten-year-old. He was a livelier boy, his
eyes sly. He liked to play more than to really help; but, nevertheless,
he was obedient to all his mother asked him to do. Then Loredana, the
seven-year-old, silent, shy, and sensible. And last Oreste, then four
years old. Gustavo Cirasa had noticed that the four children were born
exactly at three year intervals... and later he discovered that this was
no accident. Their births had been carefully planned by Ubaldo, and of
course, Clara. And that -- certainly not using contraceptives of any
kind, for they were practicing Catholics -- but simply that they'd had
sex only in four short periods of their married life. In the other
periods they had lived in chastity...

The first encounter between Don Gustavo and Adriano happened on a Sunday
morning after the old parson had said Mass. The first time they shook
hands they both felt it. They read in each other's eyes that they liked
each other... and so their friendship started. Don Gustavo was very
taken with the quiet, handsome, unassuming boy who was already almost as
tall as he...

The Bishop, returning from Rome where he had received the cardinal's
hat, decided to hold a great and solemn ceremony in the cathedral to
stress the importance of the seven sacraments, so he celebrated before
the pontifical mass a baptism, the reconciliation rite; after the Gospel
reading a confirmation, an ordination and a marriage; at the Eucharist a
first communion; and, at the end of the mass an unction of an ill
person.  Adriano was chosen to be confirmed and Don Gustavo was chosen
to be the priest to be ordained. Although they had known each other for
a year, this tacitly cemented the feeling the two had that their
relationship was special - both had received the sacred oil on the same
occasion... It had been just chance, but they both felt that it was a
special sign... And when Don Gustavo, now a priest, started to say mass
in San Mattia before the multitude of parishioners, he would look toward
Adriano with the corner of his eyes and he often drew, from the steady,
attentive gaze of the boy, confidence and inspiration, silent support
and admiration.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2

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