Date: Mon, 21 Aug 2006 08:44:48 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: "The Choice" 05/15 (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 5 - DREAMS BECOMING TRUE

Adriano exhaled a long sigh and then went on, "About Mum. Who knows how
she'll react... What can she do? What can she say... I don't know."
Adriano's expression once again became worried. "She loves me. I know
that. For nineteen years she's always stood in front of me, almost to
protect me from my father. But at the same time, she would beg me to
make him happy, to... but then, she always retreated. If I told her or
asked her anything, her answer was always 'Tell dad. Ask dad. Do as dad
says.' No, she won't be happy. Not a bit. And I don't think she'll ever
understand... But at least she will continue to love me... at least.
Maybe. She's my mother, isn't she? Then... my friends? I don't really
have a true friend. Nobody understands me. They only talk about girls.
Sports and girls. Bikes and girls. Clothes and girls. Music and girls...
and they make a laughing stock of fags, faggots like me. Could I be open
with them? No, not with any of them. None of them would be able to
accept something so... so queer, so weird, so not normal. They know
nothing of it, they are more naive than a preadolescent, about things
like that."

Adriano shook his head sadly, "Yeah, we have classes together, sometimes
we  study together, at times we also amuse ourselves a little; but... Of
course, they can tell you everything about soccer and how to dribble a
ball, or about engines, the latest computer, the best cell phone; but
not about the essential things in life... They don't even know what
those things are. And they know everything about how to persuade a girl
to make out, pet, neck and maybe go farther... to fuck... But about
feelings, it seems that they can't understand those any more than a dog
in heat can. Love, to them, just means fucking. What can they understand
about what I'm feeling? When they find out about me, they may pity me,
or cut me off, or despise me, or... or they might even try to get me to
have sex with them in secret like a cheap whore, I bet." Adriano paused
for a moment, "I'm nothing to them, and they are nothing to me. They
would probably be able to accept it more and be closer to me if I told
them I had cancer... That at least they would be able to understand...
But a faggot... No way!"

The boy resolutely shook his head again. He knew he was right. Taking a
breath, he continued, "Perhaps, my closest friends will find out about
it and accept me in a way, but only if I don't talk about it too much -
so long as I don't make them feel embarrassed. But... if everything
crumbles to pieces at home, with my friends..." he said with a pained
voice, and lifted his eyes from his hands tightly intertwined on the
table top, to look into the pain dimmed eyes of the man he was in love
with, "if everything crumbles to pieces, I won't even be able to look to
you. What can I have? Besides tonight? Besides this moment? You chose
your life, a special life... you are a priest, you took your vows. The
picture is extremely clear. I have no future in front of me. Not with
you."

Adriano sighed again, then drew a hint of a smile, "But... at least...
we can have tonight, can't we? Am I asking too much of you? Just
once..." Adriano asked warily, blushing like a school kid hoping to get
a 'yes' from his first flame.

"I know. All this was hidden inside me, and I, too, became really,
fully, aware of it only tonight. But it didn't come out of nowhere. For
years it's been growing, unsuspected, inside me... and maybe inside you,
too. It's always been there, between us, since that first day we met
after mass, even before they ordained you priest. Something was waiting
to be born, to bloom, and it has been growing and growing. Isn't that
right? Can you deny it?"

Father Gustavo was looking at him with eyes dimmed by thick clouds,
veiled and yet not cold, not distant. Adriano was aware of the storm
that was stirring inside the man whom he would have liked to think of as
his man, to call beloved.

"So... even if it all has to be born only to die in the span of one
night, I will never be sad. Whether it is wrong or right... I am so
happy to be in love with you and to feel that you are in love with me.
If I have to abandon you out of respect for your life, your choices...
to me it would be a huge sacrifice... But then, I am asking a sacrifice
from you too... just one... I know that I'm asking you to commit a
sin... but just once, I beg you... Look at my face, look into my eyes...
Don't you see that I really believe with all my heart that what I'm
feeling for you is right, is good?"

The priest started to speak. "No, no, Father..." he interrupted him,
gently but more determined than ever, "I don't care how hard my life may
be. I am what I am. I am how I am. And I don't want to run away any
more. I will stand up and take any kicks I can't avoid. I swear before
God, you will never, ever hear me saying that it has been useless if you
allow this special thing to happen tonight between us. You see, my first
time can't be with anyone else. It must be with you!"

With a trembling voice Father Gustavo whispered, "Adriano, I..."

But, stammering for the first time, Adriano interrupted him again, "No,
wait... I... I used to be so scared... then I felt like I was going to
go crazy... I fought to be... the way they told me I should be... I
cried... I prayed... I was always scared. And alone. I think that... I
think that if I can't find the person... one who loves me... I... oh, I
don't know! I have wanted to do it with somebody... so many times... but
I wanted it to be an act of love... is that too much to ask for? So... I
never could... never could just look around for... never could try. A
few times somebody - strangers - did ask me... invited me... let me know
that they..., but... I just couldn't do it. Do you understand? Nobody
seemed right. Do you understand? But in you, I felt that any of the
dreams I dreamed could become right, could become beautiful, even though
I didn't know, I didn't hope...

" You know, I came here just to open with you, to ask you for advice,
but instead... like a thunderbolt that splits open the sky... I already
knew that I was in love with you. But you... Now that I know that you
too feel the same for me... I can't... I can't renounce to you. Just
once. Please.

"When I felt you..." Adriano blushed deliciously and a shy smile
appeared on his lips. "Really, I can't help it... You are already inside
of me day and night. And I know that what I feel is not just desire, but
total love. Well, desire also, of course. So... I want you in me, really
inside of me, even if... even if it will be the first and the last time.
Please."

Adriano glanced straight into the silent, man's wonderful eyes and then
lowered his own eyes a little, almost demurely. "Night and day I think
about you, more and more... Even the cruel jokes, the tons of obscene
jokes about men that..." He felt that he had to put the sincerity of his
feelings to the test, "...that bugger each other... jokes about how they
have failed to become men and so are half woman... all that contempt...

"And yet I don't want a girl! I've known that for ages, Father! Do you
think I didn't try to... to make myself  be attracted to girls? Do you
think I didn't hope to be able to be 'normal' or 'straight' as they say?
But it was no good. First I started to dream about men; but lately it's
been more and more about just you. I thought that it was just because
you are so beautiful, and because I know you so well... But now I know
that it is different. I want... I want just to be myself and to be a
man, a male. I'm happy with that. But I know that I need to be with a
man... And I want to do it with you. I want it to be you who introduces
me to the love between two like us. I want you to take my virginity. You
have to do it. You have to... please! Please... do it!"

Gustavo's eyes cleared and his voice seemed to arise out of the
darkness, low and deep, but also warm and caressing.  It brushed
Adriano's ears, and his mind and heart, like delicate velvet. From
depths of Gustavo's deep chest poured the words for which the boy was
thirsty, "But, I need you as much as you need me, my boy... so... come
with me, my boy. Come with me, now..."

As if he were in a dream, Adriano saw Gustavo rising from his chair,
giving him his hand, serious and serene. The gesture, solemn and sacred,
caused the boy to rise and follow the priest out of the kitchen.
Everything was silent in the apartment except for the soft buzzing of
the refrigerator and, from the living room, the slow and soft tick-tock
of the wall clock's pendulum. They crossed the room and the floor
trembled slightly. Gustavo's strong warm hand squeezed Adriano's
slightly. The man opened the door of the dark room, and they entered,
using the faint glimmer coming from the lamp in the entrance. Then
Gustavo closed the door and darkness wrapped itself around them. Narrow
strips of faint reflected light from the street, insufficient to
illuminate their way, shone through the closed venetian blind.

Adriano felt his heart beating strongly, dancing in his chest for joy.
They could not see each other, but their mouths met effortlessly,
uniting in their second passionate kiss. They shut the world of official
normality outside the door without a backward glance. The beautiful man
and the delicious youth embraced again, alone at last in the room, in
the warm darkness. So deeply moved by the marvelous intensity of the
moment was he that he was not able to hold back the feeling that was
singing inside his heart.

Gustavo interrupted their feverish kiss for a moment, "I swear that
nobody... absolutely no other person... nobody will ever kiss your sweet
mouth... except me," he said, his voice low and quivering with
passionate certainty, "Nobody! Ever!"

Without uttering a word, Adriano expressed his full consent by pressing
his body eagerly against Gustavo's, and his lips to the ready lips of
the man. All the anxious urgency to talk that had possessed him until a
few moments ago had vanished. Talk was needless. The most incredible of
all his dreams was about to be realized. It was coming true.

For both lovers it was the first time to deeply and freely savor the
lips' taste, the sensation of uniqueness, of a certain friction, the
peculiarly seducing scent of skin, the hair of the other. They were both
burning and the sensation of the absolute first real intimacy went to
Adriano's head, giving him a sensation of dizzying intoxication and
feelings that in a million years he would not have been able to explain.
He clung to Gustavo, but their union went far beyond the simple joining
of their bodies.

Perhaps only one who has experienced a similar journey can understand
why the virgin Adriano was fidgeting nervously in the confines of his
thick winter clothes. His flannel shirt, his wool sweater, the heavy
trousers of thick cloth suddenly seemed to irritate his skin. They were
too tight. Adriano's member, straight as a column and hard as granite,
was held prisoner inside the cotton boxers that imprisoned his groin and
his firm little butt. Pressed against Gustavo's groin with insistence
full of need, Adriano's swollen virility was pulsating with the same
erratic feelings he had experienced against his thigh when he had and
Gustavo had so tightly embraced in the kitchen, when he first felt the
man's ready and eager answer to his need. It was pleading for freedom.
Passion was spurring them, and their quivering hands were exploring,
testing the flesh of the other and sending signals of total desire.

Adriano finally exhaled. He had forgotten to breath. A strange, strong,
wonderful sensation made him gasp and his legs started to tremble. No
one, no other man's fingers had ever traced their way down along his
spine before. Gustavo's fingers tenderly arrived at the back of the
boy's trousers and pressed, searching for the tight valley just up from
the boys strong thighs. Then they moved to explore all the new, unknown
treasures of Adriano's virility. The boy shivered fiercely within
Gustavo's strong arms, under the heat of those big hands.

In the welcoming darkness of the room, Gustavo was experiencing fear
mixed with joyful surprise at the exploration which for ten years he had
refused even to dream of. He had always chased the thought of it from
his mind. But now a raw desire enveloped and upset the man while his
hands still explored the body of the boy he realized he was in love
with. The man was delighting in the syncopated music of consenting moans
that escaped from the slightly parted lips of the youth. Gustavo's own
full lips started an accurate and low journey up the boy's neck. The
beautiful man gently sucked the lobe of his ear and played with it with
his tongue. Nobody had taught him these things. He was guided by an
instinct that he did not even know he possessed. The slender youth
moaned again and pressed his groin harder against the body of the man
who was making love to him.

Overcome by desire and trembling from head to toe, Gustavo pulled out
the boy's flannel shirt almost roughly, freeing it from his trousers,
then he slipped his hands underneath. He caressed up and down the boy's
sides, then his back and his belly, and down to the belt which blocked
his way. He moved up, gently, slowly, with both hands on the boy's
hairless chest, until he found the small hard nipples that he plucked
gently like the strings of a guitar. His young lover moaned almost in
echo to that silent note. Gustavo moaned strongly in response. It was
more than a simple answer or acknowledgment of their desire, it was the
evidence of the blazing fire that was developing in their compressed
genitals. For the first time, Adriano's trembling hand leaned to feel,
then to seize the hard strong member of the man through the cloth of his
trousers.

Gently, Gustavo took Adriano's hand away and drew apart from him.
Leaving his lover in the darkness, he feverishly looked for the switch
on the night table. With a soft click, he turned the small lamp on the
night stand on. "Come, my boy..." Gustavo murmured with emotion, "I
can't hold back any more. I want you. The time has come... I'll try...
I'll do my best not to hurt you... but... I need you."

Adriano went to the other side of the wide bed and turned his shoulders
toward Gustavo. With a rapid movement, even though his hands were
trembling, he opened his belt buckle with a sharp click and rapidly
undid his zipper. With awkward haste and decision he pushed both his
trousers and boxers to his ankles at the same time. His member sprang
up, at last free, long, hard and standing upwards. The boy considered
his own erection for a moment, almost as if he wanted to fully
understand the true meaning of his strong desires. But he abandoned his
examination with haste, feeling the urgent need to finally know the
physical side of their love relationship, he completely and rapidly
pulled off all his clothes, even his watch he put on the night stand.
Then, in haste, he laid himself down on the bed's quilt, on his stomach,
and spread his legs slightly. He folded his arms with his hands under
his forehead, ready to give all of himself and his virginity to his
beloved, golden, man.

The short soft noise of a zipper told him that Gustavo, who had watched,
quivering but still, had now started to undress also. He turned his head
and looked over his shoulders, beyond the little hills of his smooth
bottom, which was anxiously contracting and relaxing, waiting longingly
for their first visitor.

Gustavo, standing in front of the bed, slipped his suspenders from his
powerful shoulders. His trousers slipped to his ankles. He pulled them
off in two swift moves and threw them on a chair - he had no time to
fold them neatly today. He pulled off his gray shirt and white underwear
and threw them also on the chair. Adriano saw again the powerful,
beautiful, perfect abdominal muscles that he had admired first at summer
camp and then in his dreams. Gustavo hesitated for a moment with the
elastic of his white boxers, then pushed them down decidedly until they
fell at his feet. He stepped out of them and looked down at Adriano.

The boy quivered when he saw the man completely naked for the first
time. Gustavo's member was rising from a thicket of blonde hair, strong
and big. It stood straight out perpendicular to his body, but it curved
slightly upwards like a saber. Its color was  a little darker than his
honey colored body and the tight foreskin left a good part of the light
purple glans uncovered. The virile member stretching towards Adriano
seemed wonderful and the boy quivered with the desire to have it
completely inside himself at last.

Adriano's own turgid member was pressed between his flat belly and the
quilt. He could feel it burning, incredibly hard, against his skin, like
an iron bar just extracted from a blacksmith's hearth. It pulsed in
synchrony with the deep, powerful, slow beat of Adriano's heart. His
scrotum, partially visible between his spread thighs, moved, tightening
and pulling the two healthy testicles against his body. Gustavo moved
towards the boy and his member bounced slightly with each step. Adriano
quivered again and his member, imprisoned under him, again received a
strong jolt.

The beautiful eyes of the boy flamed with desire as if two little flames
shone inside them. They widened almost hungrily and their gaze caressed
the marvelous athletic body that in a short while he would feel on top
of him, inside of him. The man's blond hair, a light tuft between his
pectorals, fine and light on his forearms and legs, glittered in the
light of the small lamp, as he approached the sweet, beautiful boy who
waited for him.

He opened the drawer of the night table and took out a tube of glycerin
for the hands. He had nothing better to use. Then, before climbing into
bed he asked, his voice hoarse, "Adriano... do you want me to turn off
the light?"

"No, please... leave it on..."

Adriano saw the shaft jerk upward again between the strong legs of his
man. Gustavo smiled, and Adriano put his head again on his hands on the
pillow, waited longingly. He felt the bed move as the man got on and
knelt between his legs. Gustavo's hands lowered to caress the warm soft
bottom exposed for his inspection. He thought with loving amazement that
the two small globes seemed to be expressly made to fit his big hands.
He glided his thumbs into the furrow and tenderly parted the two firm
buns, revealing at the center of a hairless valley the tight, untouched,
pink and tender bud that promised rare pleasure. As he watched, it
pulsed, filling him with amazed desire. 'It's been such a long time...'
a languorous voice echoed in his mind. An image he thought he had
forgotten, reminded him of what he had shared for too short a time with
the only other man in all his life.

Spreading his knees a little to part the boy's legs some more, the man
bent. He quivered with desire and, lowering his head in a silent
tribute, kissed the sweet exposed furrow, two, three times. His eyes
were bright as he took his first short taste of genuine passion. Gustavo
slowly lifted his head back up to look once more at the door to
paradise. After a brief pause, he straightened up, took the tube and
spread some gel on his right index finger. With the thumb and index
finger of his left hand, he parted the two small sweet globes, exposing
once again the small hole. He covered it generously with the glycerin,
massaging it for a long while. Then, seizing his rigid member, he
carefully lubricated it, too.

Gustavo didn't attempt to penetrate the tight channel of the boy with
his finger. He only maintained a light pressure with his rigid member,
brushing the external part of Adriano's puckered hole, slowly circling
the rim of it until Adriano's feverish sighs and his strong quivers told
the man that the mysteries laying beyond that unviolated border were
ready to be unveiled to him.

When Gustavo placed his right hand near the boy's armpit, the bed
springs squeaked. Propping himself up with his hand and his knees,
Gustavo began to probe with the big tip of his long tool, guiding it
with his other hand into the tight cleft between Adriano buttocks.
Adriano was so deeply immersed in the great sense of safety that came
over him when he felt the man's body lowering onto him and his virility
intimately searching him that he was not even aware that the feeble,
distant moaning he heard was escaping from his own lips.

Gustavo was eager to mount and to finally completely unite with the
youth lying under him, so trustfully and anxiously waiting. The man
pushed down with more energy.

Now that he was with the man he knew he was in love with, Adriano, more
determined than ever to finally and immediately put an end to his
virginity, pushed back with his pelvis to meet the slippery bolt
quivering between his buns, ready to violate his sanctuary.

Burning with desire for a complete union with his beloved boy, Gustavo
pushed with more energy and this started a series of short, suddenly
uncertain, moanings in the boy. Tiny drops of sweat beaded the boy's
face like dew while his ass muscles hardened like a rock. Gustavo's
vigorous virility, meeting resistance after the initial welcome at
Adriano's door, now began to insist on entrance.

A moan of pain escaped from Adriano's clenched lips. He grimaced and
shut his eyes tightly, as if not seeing would diminish his pain. A
swollen vein appeared along the tense muscles of his neck as he bent his
head back to raise it from the cushion.

Adriano inhaled deeply and after a while exhaled strongly between his
clenched teeth while, tirelessly, Gustavo was maneuvering his hard tool,
slowly, deeper and deeper, opening,  his way into the hot channel. The
tip of his rod was now firmly inserted into the tight hole of Adriano's
slender bottom. Gustavo moved, making the entire bed rock slightly
while, millimeter by millimeter, relentlessly, he opened the door
leading into the depths of the unexplored tunnel.

Even though the boy never cried out to stop the mounting of that bull of
a man on top of him, he moaned in a low voice like a wild animal wounded
in a pitiless trap. He grasped the pillow with both hands and squeezed
it frantically, almost as if it were a raft capable of saving him.

And the rescue came at the precise moment when the golden battering ram
of the man moaning on top of him succeeded in winning through the last
resistance. The gate suddenly widened under the final assault. Adriano's
initial trust in the rightness of his decision had been put to a hard
test. The strong pain that he felt cause him to wiggle suddenly, but
Gustavo held him fast with a loving force. After a few seconds the
insistent push that the young strong man was applying to his tight hole,
ignited in Adriano such a strong desire his willingness to surrender in
his virginal passion surged up again. But now the gasping boy felt that
the massive spear of virile flesh was tearing his flesh and ripping his
tight channel.

Half of the rod sank inside the boy. Gustavo let himself fall with all
his weight into the boy's body and held him tight between his arms.
Adriano felt that it was impossible to flee the pain - He was fastened
by the weight of the man's body, by his strong arms, and by the spike
embedded in him. But he also knew that, even if he were able to get up
and run away, he would be back in the next moment, begging his beloved
man to try again. Yes, no matter what the cost, he wanted to be taken by
Gustavo. He wanted all of it inside himself. He wanted to belong to him.

"Relax, my boy... Try to relax as much as you can..." Gustavo murmured
in Adriano's ear and, with a last determined push, penetrated him
completely. Then he remained still for a good while. Little by little
the pain in Adriano's gut diminished. The burning sensation transformed
into a heat and a sense of fullness that reassured him. Adriano, started
to feel pleased. He began to believe again that he had made the right
choice. He lay still and was finally able to relax completely under the
sweet weight of the man's firm body. When Gustavo felt the boy fully
relax at last, he started again to move inside him... driving his member
deeply and with force into the boy, then slowly withdrawing for almost
all its length, then lowering into him again.

The deep warm voice of the man, the burden of shared passion and the
pain, the rhythmic squeaking of the bed springs, similar to the joyous
singing of a cricket in a sunny meadow, were superposed and mixed from
moment to moment. The noises of their love making spread throughout the
room in a counterpoint with those rising from the street.

That first evening the city noises rose and fell. Occasional cars were
passing. A peddler was chanting in a staccato sing-song, "Hot hot, sweet
sweet... treat yourself with my roast chestnuts... hot and sweet, sweet
and hot... the good roast chestnuts...". Hurried footsteps, with the
characteristic click-clack of a woman's small heels. A boy skating on
the pavement in roller blades. A far away dog barking... The conniving
giggles of a possibly courting young couple. Slamming doors, a rolling
shutter, possibly of the nearby pharmacist, clanged as it was lowered. A
thousand expression of life going on, renovating, waving...

But the two lovers heard only the expressions of their own lives. The
pressing rhythm of the beautiful muscled man's breathing and that of the
handsome youth lying under him, their more and more frequent moans as
pleasure increased in them. Adriano and Gustavo could only be conscious
of the sounds that the beloved other emitted, music to their loving
ears. They were happy for what they were sharing, stretched crosswise on
the wide bed, finally, intimately, deeply united.

Gustavo's fingers wandered over the sides and arms of the sweet boy who
had finally, completely, and happily, surrendered to him. His deep chest
brushed lightly the wide young back. His hairy groin stroked, lightly
undulating, over the firm buttocks, before slowly rising for a new,
strong plunge. The man reached under Adriano's body, crossing his strong
arms around the boy's chest and his wide beautiful shoulders to hold
them tight, wanting to unite even more intimately with him. Hungry for
him.

But Gustavo's thoughts were not focused on his own pleasure. He knew
that he had, unavoidably, brought pain to the boy he loved. Now he
wanted, at least partially, to make it up to him. Keeping the boy's body
tight against his own so that they could not separate, Gustavo slowly
turned on his right side. Then he took again the glycerin tube and
spread a little of it on his left palm. The soft member of the boy at
once came back to life in the tight and warm grip of the man's hand as
he gently lubricated it from root to tip. Slowly at first,
provocatively, Gustavo let his strong big fist slide all long his boy's
long, firm, scepter which shone in the faint lamp light, its pulsations
betraying the extreme level of Adriano's desire. The man slowly
increased the speed and grip of his hand with deliberate intent to bring
the boy pleasure. The boy started to make his just conquered hole
palpitate, tightening it around the column of flesh that was filling him
with long, increasingly quick, strokes, until they both began to cry out
in short yelps of pleasure.

Adriano started to move his narrow pelvis, rocking back and forth with
all his might, pumping his member into the warm grip of the hand, and
his hole back onto the firm pole that had conquered him. Gustavo was
more and more enraptured by the sensations he was experiencing. Ten
years earlier he had already felt that it was great. But he had never
suspected that it could be so wonderful as this. Especially now that his
boy was joyfully participating with all his body and soul.

Adriano's member started to let out a few drops of clear precum, in
preparation for the pleasure that was about to explode. Adriano sped up
the strength and the speed of his pelvis until he moaned deeply. He
cried in a choked voice, "Aaah! I'm near... I'm near cumming... Aaaaah,
I'm near..."

"Yes, Love, yes! Cum! Give me your hot load... Cum for me!" Gustavo
encouraged him with a powerful moan, while his thrusts inside the boy
resumed, trying to synchronize with the boy's movements.

Adriano's athletic slender body suddenly became rigid and tense between
the two points, the man's rapidly moving hand on his member and the
man's pole vigorously pistoning into him, fast and deep, from behind.
When he felt the boy's member pulsate strongly inside his hand, starting
to launch its fireworks, Gustavo pushed all of his rod firmly into him
and became still. Adriano emitted only one, deep, long, modulated moan
which underlined the incredible intensity of his pleasure and Gustavo
felt the first jet erupting powerfully. It crossed the bed and
splattered on the wall. Then a second violent jet, a third, a fourth
one... a short pause, then a set of fast and short jets. The man's
nostrils were filled by the exciting scent of the boy's seed and of
their sweat. He tightened his hand and lowered it to the root of his
boy's beautiful member. Adriano had another spasm of sheer enjoyment.
And the beautiful boy, at last no more a virgin, relaxed with a moan of
pleasure and lay triumphant and happy against the body of the man he
loved, the man who had helped him pass a difficult border...

The overwhelming force of the powerful contractions of the sublime and
delicious agony of the first union subsided. Gustavo knit his eyebrows,
meditating on the mysteries of pleasure. He could still feel the
precious jewel of his young lover palpitating in his hand.

"Oh, Gustavo, thank you! That was so wonderful!" Adriano moaned. He was
having difficulty speaking, he felt so overwhelmed.

"It has been extraordinary for me too, my Adriano..." the man murmured
with emotion, feeling streams of sweat dripping from his strong body.
"My god. I'm dripping like rain..."

The grip of the muscles all long the tight channel of the boy, that
during the orgasm had been rhythmically palpitating, squeezing the hot
pole they wrapped, now started again to massage the man's hypersensitive
member with rhythmic movements, and the man was again ablaze. He felt
that he too was near exploding. His strong muscles darted and tensed
more and more rapidly, and finally he began to jet his virile essence
into the depths of Adriano's tight, hot channel.

The boy, in a high voice, moaned with renewed pleasure as he felt
Gustavo's member pulsate wildly within his gut. Powerful jets of thick
lava filled him with a mysterious heat. Greedy to savor every moment of
the so long desired and unhoped-for union, Adriano pushed his slender
ass against the man's groin with vigor, wiggling it, prey to the
pleasure.

When at last they both calmed down and their panting and moans ceased,
the street's noises became distinct once again and a long car horn
seemed to greet them merrily.

Adriano felt safe and protected between Gustavo's strong arms and he
gulped the happiness that was flowing over them with a silent joy. All
the while Gustavo's big member, still hosted inside his body, slowly
softened...

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 6

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