Date: Wed, 06 Sep 2006 08:09:54 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: "The Choice" 13/15 (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 13 - TOGETHER

In the bathroom, his lips tightly shut with determination, Adriano's
wide shoulders trembled from time to time as he struggled to remain
standing in spite of the enormous pressure of his first serious
migraine. He held his body straight and tense, fighting bravely to hold
back his tears, while Gustavo gently tended his swollen eye and cut lip.
Adriano tried with all his means to stop them, but even though no sob
escaped, tears were silently falling, one after the other, and running
ceaselessly down his cheeks. Gustavo dried the salty stream over and
over with the damp towel he had in his hand, but a new stream of burning
tears was ready to take its place without fail.

The speed with which situations can change and difficulties arise was
already forcing itself into the boy's awareness. The revelation of this
truth had resulted from a bursting out of forces and changes that the
handsome boy hadn't foreseen or even guessed. He had been suddenly and
painfully chased from his home. But now, at least, his life belonged to
him. It had been put into his hand. And he had not foreseen this,
either.

The worst part of the day's drama was not so much having being
discovered by his father, nor the scene in his bedroom, neither was it
the thrashing he had undergone, nor his father's hate, nor the wound on
his lips and arm, now cared for, nor his swollen eye that, anyway, would
heal in a while; no, as if his personal problems were not a heavy enough
burden, what really prostrated him was that the nightmare had come from
his own brave choice to be honest. He had hurt the people he loved. His
younger brothers' fear and confusion and his mother's anguish burned
inside him... became part of him... wounded him mercilessly.

And yet, strangely, if the dark eyed-boy hadn't been full of pain, he
might have burst out laughing at the depth of his father's stupidity.
Suddenly, almost angry with himself, Adriano asked himself how he could
have so recently believed that he and Gustavo would be able to escape
the problems lying in wait behind each tree in a forest of prejudice and
incomprehension. If the tall, slender boy hadn't felt near to falling
down himself, like a cut tree, he would surely have bent in two with
laughter at the idea that he could believe, even for an instant, that he
and Gustavo might be able live their love undisturbed or be lucky enough
to live together without any problems.

"He delivered a pretty good uppercut here on your cheek." Gustavo
commented with a nod of sympathy, as he sorrowfully continued to check
over Adriano's face. "The swelling around your eyes is bad. It worries
me a little. But this one here is just a small cut. We just have to be
careful it doesn't became infected..."

Adriano gave a short start and jerked his head back.

"Come on, try not to move. " Gustavo urged him tenderly, "The
disinfectant always burns a little." The young priest, doing his best to
take care of Adriano, stepped back a step to examine his work as he tore
open another plaster.

He took the towel he had used to dry the boy's tears and with one hand
rinsed it and squeezed it out into the sink so that he could pass it
again over his boy's mangled face. His patient continued to stand up
straight and tense, without complaining, and tried to act like a man --
like the man he loved -- even though his tears continued to stream down
his face. But it wasn't only Adriano who felt the need for tears.

The strong, honey colored man remembered the first kiss that the youth
had eagerly given him only four days before, -- actually three -- and
thought about the fact that this pain had also originated by that
gesture of love. Indeed, Gustavo felt that he might burst into tears
himself at any moment.

The young parson was ran over the intense three days that had changed
their lives, days during which passion had been ignited in both himself
and the boy. He told himself that true love never comes cheaply. But now
the boy was suddenly put out on the street and the parson himself wasn't
in much better condition. He had only the apartment. In fact, they
didn't have a penny between them. But he wasn't frightened. He knew
that, in exchange, he had received something far more precious,
something that gave him courage -- the love that united them. But he
didn't have time to indulge in self-pity. The first job was to do his
best to heal Adriano, body and soul, to help him find his serenity again
and the strength of spirit he needed to go keep going... together.

Adriano sat on the edge of the bed, silent and dejected. The passing
minutes had reduced his streaming tears to a few drops. Crouching in
front of him, Gustavo gazed into the reddened eyes of his beloved in a
reassuring way and started to undress him.

He pulled off Adriano's shoes and thick socks. "Stand up just a moment,
love," he asked in a gentle voice as he also stood, shifting aside the
sheet and blanket.

With delicate and patient movements, the athletic man began to undress
the slender, tired boy, first pulling off the precious leather jacket
that he still wore, then the woolen shirt, and finally the t-shirt.
After that, his deft fingers opened Adriano's belt and trousers. He
pushed them down and then, with his big hands on the boy's shoulders,
made him sit again on the bed and lie down. "Hey, boy, up that cute ass
of yours a little." Gustavo said while looking into his young lover's
sad eyes. Seizing the opened jeans by the belt, he pulled them all the
way off.

Now Adriano was laying on his back, his legs hanging off of the bed with
just his boxers on him.

" You just have to lie down for a while and try not to worry about
anything," the handsome man said in a jokingly professional tone,
"Doctor's orders!" He picked up the boy's clothes, folded them and
added, "You are safe here with me now."

The man's brown eyes caressed the lithe shape of the boy's body, which
now lay on his bed. Even though there were inevitably going to be more
tragedies waiting to ambush them, his thoughts were immediately filled
with contemplative love. But Gustavo could not linger for long in the
dreamlike sweetness of his visual journey over the boy's lovely olive
skin. Consciousness of reality continued to bubble up into the surface
of his thoughts with painful insistence.

Looking around almost as if seeing it for the first time, he observed
his bedroom in the light of his new thoughts. "We will have to make some
changes, my boy," he said, thinking how unsuited this simple, shabby
room was to be their love nest. "Perhaps we should even move to another
city. But anyway, wherever we go, we will always be together. All you
need to do is just tell me whether this is what you want..."

Adriano's arms rose up towards him almost in a silent prayer. Gustavo
bent over him, hugged him tight and lifted his body up, moving it into
the center of the bed. Adriano clutched him convulsively and, finally
the sobs that he had been holding back burst forth. Gustavo calmed him
down and settled the covers over him. Standing up, he retied the belt of
his bathrobe, then lay down at the boy's side, on top of the covers.

"Crying will make you feel better..." the man whispered, circling with
his arm the boy's shoulders and bending to tenderly kiss his forehead,
"... it'll make you feel a lot better."

He cuddled him like a baby, until Adriano fell asleep. But the boy soon
woke up again.

"Hey, kid, the trials of the day have left you a little... ripe in the
terms of odors, haven't they?" Gustavo said sinking his nose between the
boy's arm and chest and sniffing his armpits noisily. In fact, far from
bothering him, Gustavo found the strong smell manly and vaguely
arousing. Adriano's smell was so seductive that the athletic young man
was at once transported to the world of physical desire. He was amazed
when he felt his virility wake again between his legs, quick and ready.
But, conscious of more urgent needs, the young man in love thought with
a mocking wisdom that something to eat be a better kind of care than sex
to heal Adriano.

Playfully and without any real reason, the athletic blond man gave a
warning giggle and jumped on all fours on top of the long legged boy,
holding him tight inside the covers, like a cat ready to swallow a
little mouse.  The man started to tickle the ribs of his slender young
lover who for a while let him do it without trying to escape or to
respond. But then Adriano returned his attentions, slipping his hands in
the opening of the bathrobe and tickling the man's strong chest. They
played for a while and the bed was soon a wreck as they clung to each
other and wrestled. Howling cheerfully and laughing like two carefree
kids, for a while they forgot all their sorrows, all their wounds.

For two beings who felt so much for one another, this spontaneous and
innocent game transposed easily into a sexual romp. In spite of their
pain, both in their hearts and their bodies, in spite of their
individual and shared suffering, their strong bodies started to respond
to the change of atmosphere, gradually calming as, in another sense they
became more excited. Gustavo came to rest, running his eyes along the
curve of Adriano's long neck. He lay still, doing nothing and not saying
a word. He simply held the young man he whom he loved with all his
heart, as closely as possible.

Lying pressed to his lover, the beautiful man came to full arousal. He
finally abandoned his silence and murmured hoarsely into his young
lover's ear, "There is nothing and nobody in the world like you... my
boy! I swear!"

"So then... this is really it, isn't it?" Adriano answered with a soft
and pleased voice. "This is love."

"Yeah, I really think so... Including the rough start." Gustavo answered
solemnly.

Taking care not to hurt the boy's swollen lip, Gustavo kissed his cheek
lightly. Then he sat up rapidly. "Hey, you! Now, don't change the
subject! Get your butt into that shower!" he ordered, giving his boy's
ass a playful slap.

Satisfied that Adriano was relieved of the pain that had seized him,
enough to give an amused giggle at his words, the man immediately felt
happier.

Adriano took the clean towel that Gustavo handed him, "While you spruce
up for me, I'll fix something to fill our bellies. You're hungry, aren't
you?" the man asked, cheerfully, accenting his question with a raised
eyebrow as he waited for an answer.

"Yes." Adriano sighed, "I am, actually."

"You are?" Gustavo smiled, "That's a good sign, my boy!" he said with a
wise expression, "Yeah, a really good sign."

Adriano believed him and nodded without asking him to explain what it
was a good sign of.

Gustavo smiled widely, "Get busy, young man," he ordered in a severe
voice, "And when you come out, switch on the TV in the study, there
might be something interesting on. I'll bring your food there this
time."

The man went to the kitchen and explored the refrigerator, wondering
what he could fix for supper. It had to be something good and nourishing
for two strong and virile lovers like them; but he saw nothing very
inviting to cook. Gustavo went to his bedroom and dressed quickly, then
he left the apartment silently and went to a nearby specialty food shop
to buy some hors d'oeuvre, baked lasagne, a couple of steaks, and some
roasted potatoes.

There was a comedy on the television that caught Adriano's attention. An
hour later the two were again side-by-side in the wide bed, laughing
heartily as they watched the black and white TV, which they had put in
the door of the studio. Both naked except for their boxers, they sat
with their backs against cushions put in vertically against the metal
headboard. They ended their meal sipping a glass of good red wine.

Even though Adriano was extroverted and of a sunny disposition, he felt
reluctant to reveal what had happened with his father. Besides, the
physical evidence told the story pretty clearly. Gustavo respected the
boy's choice. After eating, Adriano smiled at him with gratitude and,
while Gustavo was putting the tray on the bedside table, he lay down and
curled up, leaning his cheek against the Gustavo's warm, slightly furry,
thigh.

Neither of them had any more interest in the television. Adriano's
fingers roamed aimlessly over his man's firm naked thigh, while
meaningless black and white images ran around on the small screen, and
funny voices laughed at unheard jokes. It was not quite by chance that,
as he passed his hand over his hair, the back of his hand brushed
lightly against the swelling contained in the light fabric the man's
white cotton boxers which was situated just behind the nape of Adriano's
neck. He felt its solid, healthy warmth.

Gustavo didn't say anything, but, in his turn, he started to caress the
soft waves of Adriano's hair, slipping his fingers through the silky
mass, while his member hardened. Both knew where they were aiming, but,
in full agreement, they were taking time to savor the magic of the
moment.

Adriano's tapered fingers made their way, slow but determined, through
the soft leg opening of Gustavo's boxers. At his lover's touch,
Gustavo's member stretched out and thickened more quickly. It extended
between his muscled thigh and the cloth barrier, inching towards the
boy's inquisitive fingers, until its tip met them.

Gustavo was slightly surprised, "Is that what you want, youngster?" He
asked. Gustavo knew the physical conditions of his young lover, so his
question was veined with caution.

"Yes, old man, it is!" Adriano answered tenderly seizing Gustavo's now
full erection with his whole hand.

"Old man?"

"Are you mine, now?"

"Of course I am!" his lover sighed happily.

"And then, that's what I will call you from now on, if you call me
youngster again." Adriano answered. He smiled and, turning so that he
could look his man in the eyes, "I'd rather call you Great man, not only
because you have a great body, and you are pretty great here, too..." he
said lightly squeezing the hot erection, "But because you are so great
inside, and full of good things..."

"Well, then... lie down," the handsome man said, sliding his body down
the bed to be nearer to his lover.  "I have a lot of really good things
for you." When they were lying side by side, he gently put his lips to
the swollen lips of his lover, "In this way I'll make you heal faster.
That ache is going away, right?" he asked in a whisper, gently brushing
his lips on those of the boy.

"Yes..." the boy breathed.

With diligent care, the golden young man put his lips to Adriano's
swollen eye. As if he had suddenly understood the healing power of his
kisses and of his body, Gustavo lay down on top of the boy, determined
to give full support to his young, wounded hero. He gently took the
boy's face between his big hands. Aroused and ready for his task,
without wasting time, he started to give Adriano his lips' care,
fervently covering the sweet, abused face with many small kisses.

As he felt the fierce pulsations of Adriano's member, hard like rock,
rise beneath his tense belly, Gustavo's care became intense and
passionate. With a sweet moan, he tightened his arms around the boy's
shoulders and lowered his head to kiss the silky skin of Adriano's neck.
Then he descended lower to the boy's wide, smooth shoulders. And lower
still until he reached the small dark nipples that he kissed and suckled
and nibbled, feeling them swell like two firm, sweet peas. Then, with
instinctive skill, he teased them, circling them with just the tip of
his tongue. Adriano hummed lightly in his throat, like the sound of a
breeze in spring. Gustavo moaned in answer as the boy's tapered fingers
began to gently play with his hair the color of ripe-wheat.

But then, as Gustavo was preparing himself to abandon the hard nipples
to head downward again toward his second stop, the small hollow of the
boy's navel, he became aware that Adriano's penis was rapidly softening.
Raising himself up on his elbow, he looked down on the boy. The bed
started to rock gently as the man quietly began to laugh. Adriano had
fallen asleep.

"God knows, this has been a hard day, my little man. So, you've finally
collapsed, eh?" he murmured tenderly, before giving the boy's belly a
last kiss.

The man started to roll away from the relaxed body of his lover. The boy
needed to sleep and who knew how many and what kind of problems they
would have to face with the new day. Slowly Gustavo lifted himself up on
all fours. But when he looked at the beautiful body under him, abandoned
in sleep, he felt reluctant to part. The yearning desire to feel
Adriano's body overcame him again.

A soft, velvety rumbling sounded softly from the beautiful man's throat
and he quivered. His heavy testicles slowly shifted up and down of their
own will inside the sack hanging between his strong thighs. Holding
himself up on his hands and knees, the man slowly lowered himself down
again, touching his lips to Adriano's warm, smooth chest. He kissed it
again and again with joyful devotion.

He, too, was exhausted and his eyelids were heavy with sleep; but he
forced himself to remain awake. His penis, long, thick, and tense, swung
gently as he moved his body back a bit farther. He lovingly kissed the
boy's small navel. Completely aroused, Gustavo couldn't resist running
the tip of his tongue around the small pit of his beloved's belly
button.

Raising his head, Gustavo stared at the shadow his big body projected
across Adriano's which lay under him. He contemplated the sweet shape of
the boy's penis sleeping between his legs. It was visible through the
thin cloth of his underwear. Seized by a kind of rapture, he moved down
farther still and lowered his head. Through the soft fabric, he captured
the beloved member between his lips, excitedly inhaling the faint male
scent that, happily, the shower couldn't completely remove.

The warm, soft tube of flesh didn't wake up as the man's fingers
unbuttoned the fly of Adriano's boxers to reveal that hidden jewel, not
even when the man slid it between his lips all the way. But Gustavo was
happy just to taste it, to feel it resting softly inside his mouth, on
his tongue. He remained like this, still, for a long while, just
contemplating and enjoying the beauty of those quiet sensations. But the
scent, the taste, ignited the man's passion. He caressed the boy's
testicles, and moved his tongue against the soft member imprisoned
inside his hot mouth. Unable to resist the sensation, the big man parted
the sleeping boy's legs with the slow but insistent pressure of his own,
and put his hands on the boy's sides. The athletic man nimbly held up
the weight of his own upper body on his strong outstretched arms, while
he bent his muscular body.

The man's long hard member, moving forward with his pelvis, slid over
the crumpled sheet, brushing it lightly as it headed towards the
wonderful heat radiating from the open thighs of his young lover.

The lamplight played over the blond down of the man's strong back as he
bent slowly but powerfully. He folded his knees, wedging them under the
boy's thighs. Now Gustavo could free his arms of his own weight and,
while he sucked the boy's member with sweet greediness, he put his hands
under the cheeks of his lover's ass and started to gently knead them.
That contact at once reminded him of how beautiful it was to penetrate
the sweet, long legged boy. At this thought, Gustavo felt his member
jolt strongly in anticipation.

Adriano sighed in his sleep and moved slightly and his member started to
grow inside his lover's mouth.  The big man, feeling it swell, asked
himself what the boy could be dreaming. As Gustavo accelerated the up
and down of his mouth on it, the beautiful member hardened more, while
that of the handsome man stretched itself even farther between Adriano's
thighs, until it brushed against his bottom. The boy murmured as his
penis came to attention, and Gustavo wondered what he was saying in his
dream and to whom...

It was getting late and the world outside the window was becoming gloomy
and silent. In the closed room no sound was heard except for the faint
and rhythmic creaking of the bed springs as they accompanied the
movements of Gustavo's head and shoulders. Without making any noise, he
was sucking the tip of the rigid pole that he had captured between his
lips, and he pumped its whole length with his hand. In the absolute
quiet of the room, a sudden light tremor ran through Adriano's outflung
fingers, while Gustavo, aroused and ready to receive the gift of the
moment, continued to make love with his mouth to the boy's still, strong
shape. Adriano's hands and fingers tossed weakly at his sides like
little birds fallen from the nest, trying to fly; and from his slightly
parted lips he exhaled a grateful moan. His beautiful head rocked from
side to side on the pillow and he spoke in the secret language known
only to those in the world of dreams. Meanwhile, the sack of his
testicles was tightening in Gustavo's warm hand within which it was
contained. Adriano's slow exhalations brought up further expressions of
pleasure as commentary on the dream he was living. All the while the tip
of his strong lover's tongue danced about the small slit on the top of
his swollen glans.

A drop of fluid emerged from the titillated slit. It was so tiny that
Gustavo would not have noticed it if it were not for the faintly salty
taste. He captured it at once on his willing tongue and savored it as if
it were a magic elixir. This infinitesimal gift reinvigorated the tired
man, pushing him to a more vigorous action. He knew what was about to
happen and he wanted it.

The flowering of the sleeping boy's orgasm happened with the same gentle
calm of the previous light sighs that had escaped from his slightly
parted lips. At the first of the pulses of the quiet river, the calm
flow of warm seed provoked a pleasurable flood in the man's mouth.
Adriano's member pulsed in a rhythm synchronous with his own heartbeat.
It was measured with pleasure by man's fingers as he felt it coming up
along the tense rod. The boy's slender legs shuddered like grass blades
under a lively wind and, accompanied by soft moans and small darting
motions, the light olive colored body of the gorgeous boy gave up a
further flow of seed into his strong lover's greedy mouth.

When it was over, Gustavo remained still, curled over the adored body
for a long while. Thoughtful and perfectly still, the young priest
swallowed the warm, thick fluid drawn off so abundantly from his beloved
that he had joyfully gathered in his welcoming mouth. Then he released
the softening member of the boy and, with his fingers, laid it in the
pubic hair of the now relaxed boy. The man rose again and lay down near
his young lover. Lying so and watching as Adriano slipped deeper into
sleep, the young priest enjoyed the aftertaste that still lingered in
his mouth and listened with pleasure to the sound of Adriano's light
breathing near his ear. He brushed his fingers over the nipple on his
own wide chest. His penis, hard but forgotten the whole time he had been
fervently holding and sucking Adriano's, was still strongly erect. It
tented the Blanket over the man's pelvis.

Notwithstanding the late hour, Gustavo's senses, loving and receptive,
were fully awake. There was something magical in that moment. It roused
in the young man a strong and impetuous desire to kiss his young
sleeping prince until he would awaken in loving surprise. With the palm
of his hand he caressed up and down along his own erect member, as he
imagined the scene.

First he would stand up again and carefully lubricate the whole length
of his shuddering member, then he would get back on the bed and pull
Adriano to himself. With his fingers he would search between the smooth
and firm cheeks of Adriano's beautiful bottom until he found the small
hidden hole. He would feel it soften and relax at his touch. Then,
knowing that all was ready, he would have slowly moved forward slipping
his member into the narrow recess of his young lover's the slender ass
and he would push it in, sweetly slipping inside to the hilt, giving the
boy the devouring fire that was burning inside his swollen testicles.
Gustavo imagined how it would be to feel his sweet Adriano slowly waken,
to find himself completely filled with all his passion and love, as he
was tenderly fucking into his hot little ass...

The temptation to make this fantasy real was strong; but Gustavo knew
that it had to remain just a sweet daydream. Right now, it was
absolutely necessary for the boy to rest. Then, choosing a different way
to find relief, he took hold of his member and started to masturbate
himself, while with his other hand he caressed and pressed his swollen
testicles. But then, in spite of his pleasure, he suddenly stopped and
took away his hands from his genitals. How could he receive his pleasure
from his own hand when Adriano would give him much more wonderful
sensations? he asked himself. It seemed a real waste and so he stopped.
He looked at his Adriano peacefully sleeping near him and he knew that
at last the boy felt completely safe.

"Dawn is breaking." he thought, closing his eyes, "We will have time..."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 14

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