Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2006 08:56:52 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: "The Choice" 08/15 (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 8 - A NEW ENCOUNTER

At seven o'clock that morning, when Adriano awoke, his two strongest
desires woke with him: to explore the high peaks of total intimacy
again, and to finally begin to live his life in a way that sincerely
reflected the truth of his own being. He unwillingly opened his eyes,
reacting with annoyed silence to his mother's unintentional crime of
calling him from his bedroom door and thus tearing him away from the
sweet vision of Gustavo's body against his own. "Okay, okay..." he said
finally and stood up listlessly. But as soon as he was truly awake he
started to think of Gustavo. The seeds of the principles of love they
had planted were beginning to sprout and to put down roots in his
consciousness. Shoots sprang up as he realized that the possibility he
had longed for of being able to love someone , to really love, to deeply
love, had become a reality. leaves of desire, desire to learn the words
and the gestures of love, sprang forth and he yearned to acquire a
better knowledge of the ways to make his love flower in physical
expression.

While he shut himself in the bathroom and entered under the pelting
shower, beneath his closed eyelids he relived the wonderful experiences
of the night before, scene by scene . In his mind flowered a new
understanding of himself. Even when he opened his eyes to the day again
and to the normality of the ordinary things that surrounded him, his
determination didn't leave him. Riding the trolley, he felt that the his
new thoughts, his new consciousness, was like a cloak in which he could
wrap himself He remained deep in his thought all the way to the
university.

As the day passed, Adriano was too self-absorbed to be able to apply
himself to his studies. He was unable pay attention to the lessons and
moved from class to class wrapped in the sweet mirages of his discovery
of love, of sex, and of the future. All day he was merely parking his
body on the classroom chairs -- he had more important things on which to
reflect.

Shining too brightly to be hidden, there was in the smile of the
handsome youth the radiance of a completely new essence. In olden times,
and sometimes still, this was the consequence of a rite of passage.

But, as the day passed, all his memories of the previous evening's
marvelous events started to seem almost surreal. He found that he
couldn't tell whether the night had been real or only an illusion, not
so much because of the physical part, proof of that still made itself
felt in the slight ache of his no longer virgin asshole, but about the
impelling force of their love.

After all, the man was a priest... he had let himself go, but then he
had had many hours in which to rethink the situation. Would he change
his mind? Would he want Adriano near him again? Or, even as Adriano sat
in class, was Gustavo trying to forget him? At lunchtime, he left the
university and walked a long way so as to be alone and to have the ease
to analyze all the feelings and sensations that he had experienced the
previous evening. But each time he brought those thoughts to mind he
immediately had to try to think about something else because of the
agitation he felt, the impetuous heat that flowed through his veins, and
the powerful erection that would tent his trousers. He really was not
able to separate thoughts of love from those of sex. It was impossible.

In spite of his best intentions, he soon found himself shut in the
restaurant's bathroom, trying to calm his physical tension down and to
tame his erection through masturbation, . but it didn't really remedy
the situation. Back at his table a few minutes later, he thought of
Gustavo and his member immediately sprang up again with unchanged vigor.
The whole day was nothing but one erection after another with only short
moments of rest. He tried to divert his thoughts from the magnificent
body of his Gustavo so that he could find a moment of rest, of peace,
but his erection would bloom and spring up again without regard to time
or place. All he had to do was think about his man. He would have liked
to have Gustavo right there in his classroom. He would have begged
Gustavo to take him, there, on the desk, during the lesson -- Gustavo's
big cock slapping in and out of him, his big body leaning on him.
kissing him deeply, both of them moaning their pleasure and love loudly,
in front of everybody -- his nonplussed teacher, his intrigued
classmates... At this image he couldn't help but giggle -- and to pop
another boner, this one even harder.

His need for Gustavo increased hour by hour. So great did his longing
become that finally it's very intensity persuaded him that both were
real -- sex and love -- and that he wanted to have them both again and
again and again.

A few minutes before five, as the interminable afternoon was beginning
to evolve into evening, the door of don Gustavo Cirasa's apartment
finally opened in welcome to the boy. Panting, Adriano rushed in,
bringing the bracing winter wind with him like a halo. But his smile and
his joy melted the cold in an instant. Man and boy radiated an
invincible light and warmth that instantly defeated the icy weather
outside. The two lovers stood, face to face again in the narrow entrance
hall, this time without the anxious tension of the day before, the
youth, tall, slender, dark, and the virile priest. strong and golden,
together they were a couple full of grace and fascination.

Though it was such a small thing, no other gift could have been so
precious to either of them as their simple closeness to one another.
Both enjoyed it silently and gave thanks. Neither Adriano nor Gustavo
uttered a word, neither did they move. Time flowed slowly around them.
The handsome young lovers were only vaguely conscious of the city with
its toil and worries. A firm push of Gustavo's hand on the entrance door
shut out the cold of the day and of life outside with a loud thud. They
were lost, each in the eyes of the other. The city, vague and
indistinct, was shut out behind the thick wooden door at Adriano's back.
Even though they had been separated for fewer than eighteen hours, for
the younger of these fresh lovers the hours between their parting and
this reunion had passed as slowly as days, or even weeks. Having crossed
these eons of separation at last, the tall youth's clear eyes were
naturally full, not only with love, but also with questions. He needed
an answer to the most important of them urgently:. but Adriano didn't
know where to start or how to ask. He silently turned the words around
in his head.

Finally, realizing that nothing was more important to him than this.
Adriano searched Gustavo's eyes and shyly pulled out the words: "Don...
I was wondering whether... I mean..." he began, but at once he turned
his eyes away in embarrassment so that he could articulate his question,
"...did you miss me?" he asked in a low voice.

Gustavo was deeply moved by the fascinating charm of Adriano's childlike
fear, so real and evident. At first the man laughingly pretended to be
surprised, but finally he murmured, very seriously, "Good Lord, my boy,
how can you think, even for a moment, I would not miss you?" And to
reassure him, he seized Adriano's arm with his hand. "I don't have words
to tell you even half of..." he sighed and shook his head, unable
himself to believe that it was so, "It's true. If I sat down at my desk
right now and tried to put down in words, in black and white, all that
is stirring inside me... all I have been going through... If I just
tried to say how much... To say that I missed you would not even be
true. I have been... hungry for you all day long. Hungry in a such an
intense and new way, that a full month of intense meditation would not
even be enough to enable me to express it in words, even to tell it to
myself. I felt an emptiness in my hands, that they could not even brush
over you... I kept looking around me like a man who has lost his way...
because the silence of your absence shouted, screamed in my ears... And
my watch seemed to be broken, it went so slowly... It was such a toil to
carry on my office duties... to actually listen to those people: because
my mind wanted to hear your voice only..." The beautiful face of the man
was aroused, and he added: "And then... well, you know... everything...
last night... always in front of my eyes, inside my heart... And my
burning desire for you, not only to be on top of you... " as he spoke
his light blush spread right to the tip of his ears, "...do you
understand? My incredible need, not only to have you, make you mine, but
so much more profound, total... All the day long, today, my soul burned
with the desire to have you near me... Suddenly I need you like air to
breath, like water is needed for life..."

Adriano was enraptured by this flow of words that vibrating with
emotion. "Really?" he murmured, looking at the priest, amazed.

With a solemn expression, like who swears an oath before God, Gustavo
answered him in a low voice: "Oh, yes... truly!" He nodded with genuine
assurance while, there in the small entrance, he held Adriano to
himself. He passed his fingers through his young lover's dark hair and
breathed in the sweet male smell which emanated from Adriano's body. It
was no longer the smell of a boy, but not yet that of a man. He smiled
in happiness to feel his lover, his beloved one, safely and soundly
anchored within his arms. "But I want to tell you something... it is not
only air or water that I need now," he whispered, his voice low and
sensual in the boy's ear, "Suddenly a powerful, pressing need to savor
something sweet and good has awakened in me... Can you recommend me
something special, sir... please?"

Adriano pressed his slender body against Gustavo's "Here, take all you
want!" the youth murmured in a ready answer, offering the man his lips.

Adriano's books slipped from his gloved hand and fell unheard onto the
coarse sisal carpet of the entrance hall. Neither of them noticed it.
The boy loosed the reins with which he had restrained his heart's love
all day long. He abandoned the shyness of a few minutes earlier and
began to explore the sturdy young priest's anatomy with both hands. And
yet, in spite of all the ardent vigor with which the two bodies were
pressing against one another, Adriano felt in that moment that they
needed to be even closer together.

Quivering with ecstasy and desire, being able at last to hold tight to
each other, each of the young dreamers warmed himself at the burning
fire of the other's ardor. For a while they each just stood, tightly
pressed together, too much in love to think or to fear being caught, too
engrossed in their intimate examination of one another to be aware of
the reality of a world outside the heart of warmth in which their
unutterable love flourished. It was because of luck or ignorance,
certainly not because of any kind of clairvoyance that the new lovers
foresaw no danger, no injury menacing their secret, mutual celebration
that evening.

They quenched their thirst with long, deep kisses. Adriano's mind melted
like wax as it absorbed the heat of Gustavo's body while at the same
time the boy's member hardened like steel. Ready to follow the lead of
his guide, the youth with dreaming eyes put his arms tightly around the
strong waist of the priest and surrendered without condition. In a wild
but gentle murmur Adriano offered himself to his man, "Teach me how to
give you pleasure!"

The young man, so big, so strong, began shyly, but with great joy, to
suckle his willing young pupil's lower lip in a provocative way. Taking
possession of Adriano's mouth, Gustavo's big hands slid down to hold and
knead the sturdy muscles of beautiful youth's rounded bottom. As he did
this, their bodies pressed even more closely one against the other.
their erections seemed to recognize each other with pleasure and to
adhere.

Lesson by lesson, they started to seriously record the discoveries their
fingers were making as they roamed each other's body. As their
reciprocal study progressed, each became aware of the slightest thing
that seemed to give pleasure to his companion. In that small, crowded
classroom of the entrance hall the two young males were learning what
gave pleasure to the other. Neither was able to imagine that there could
be anything more important than what was happening.

The more feverish Adriano's response to the young priest's kisses
became, the more the aroused boy pushed and rubbed the hard, erection
thrusting solidly from between his thighs against the impressive
virility struggling for release within the fly of Gustavo's grey
trousers. Adriano's small, firm butt continued to flex and relax within
the grasp of Gustavo's wide hands, while a growing excitement impelled
the boy to take the initiative.

Adriano caused one of Gustavo's legs slip between his own and thrust one
of his legs between those of the man, so that they were tightly
intertwined; then, leaning on the strong body of his companion and
bending his knees slightly, while vigorously pushing, he started a set
of short but vigorous movements up Gustavo's body, brushing his bulging
fly alongside of the man's groin, with a fast rotation of his pelvis.

The gorgeous young priest was more than delightfully surprised and
aroused by the Adriano's impetuous ardor. "Oh, gosh, buddy, I think I'd
better bring you to my bedroom fast," he whispered hoarsely. He drew
away from Adriano slightly, never breaking their contact completely, and
opened the internal door, guiding Adriano into the apartment. "It would
seem that there is something urgent that needs to be taken care of..."
he said in a conspiratorial voice.

"Stand still a moment..." Gustavo said suddenly, taking his hands away
so that Adriano stood in the center of the room, waiting in shuddering
suspense. Gustavo's big hands opened the boy's leather jacket and
slipped it off his wide shoulders, sliding it down the boy's arms, so
that it dropped, ignored, to the floor.

In his unrestrainable desire to admire all the beauty hidden under the
clothes, he felt electric shocks of excitement run across his fingers as
they flew rapidly along the buttons of the thick wool shirt. When it was
completely unbuttoned, he pulled it abruptly out from the boy's trousers
and slid it away from his arms. Then he flung it over onto the desk.
Gustavo quickly raised the boy's tee-shirt up to his armpits. Then,
passing the tip of his tongue on his lips to wet them, he dove down to
Adriano's freshly exposed nipple as it stood revealed in dark contrast
against the silky olive skin of his hairless chest.

His lips glided greedily as his tongue darted up and down around the
bronze color button, that knotted terminal of hypersensitive nerves. As
he sucked, the boy's rejoicing nourished his lust. Adriano, for his
part, gasped and shuddered. His legs trembled in a joyful dance provoked
by Gustavo's caress. The rhythms of the two lovers' hearts spiraled up
and up as this novel kiss went on. Gustavo, in love, in heat, and ready
to do anything he could to please his beloved one, took his lips from
Adriano's nipples. "Let's go a little further down, son..." he said
playfully, assuming a professorial tone that barely hid his desire and
his excitement, while his eyes lowered to the swollen and palpitating
fly of the boy's trousers. "Let's check out the problem and see if we
can find a proper remedy for it." he murmured, pretending to be
thoughtful, but his caressing voice was deep and slightly hoarse.
Brushing his lips across the youth's attentive ear, he whispered in a
warm breath: "I have to check out everything, down, down... to here." he
said while his hands caressed with gentle determination the bump at the
junction of Adriano's legs that was as hard as stone. "I have to see
whether it will be possible to do anything to cool the hot blood that is
running in your veins down there," he added, inserting his tongue into
Adriano's ear hole and biting the sweet lobe until the delicious young
male shuddered violently.

The priest seized him by the waist and, lifting him bodily, lowered him
down until the boy was lying under his own body on the carpet in front
of the desk. Gustavo rose a little to give his hands room as he rapidly
opened the boy's trousers, slipping them to his knees along with his
underwear.

Still completely clothed himself, Gustavo knelt astride the boy's long
muscled legs. Admiring the lively member, the athletic man slowly
reached for it and seized it with his hand, feeling the warm and velvety
steel under his touch. It was harder and more rigid than he had thought
was possible. The young priest contemplated, the virile jewel that he
now possessed and gazed entranced as it pulsed and quivered in his hand.

The handsome parson's powerful shoulders shuddered as he slowly bent
down, moving the boy's firm scepter in direction of his own parted lips
in a sweet anticipation. It was then when he saw appear, in the small
split of the glans that he had partially uncovered, a little drop, clear
as crystal, that flickered on the tip of the young man's member. Gustavo
bent just enough so that he could reach it with his tongue.

One lick, one. Light and tender. Barely enough to capture that gem.

As the salty, viscous drop was melting on the tip of his tongue, he
raised his head again. Gustavo watched his fist thoughtfully as it moved
slowly up and down along the splendid column of flesh. Unconsciously he
passed his hand to his zipper which still imprisoned own his incredible,
burning erection, as he observed Adriano's glans, now glossy and shining
with saliva.

Lying under him, Adriano felt Gustavo's mouth leave his member. He felt
bewildered in his need to be caressed more. and he pushed his butt
against the carpet, looked up at the man, and let out a little mew, like
a hungry kitten.

Hearing the call, Gustavo lowered his head again for another taste. This
time he pushed his hand to the root of the stake and completely
uncovered Adriano's glans. He ventured to pass his tongue all around it
and, sensing the intensity of the pleasure that his boy was
experiencing, he put it to his lips and kissed it. then he licked it
again, and ran his tongue all around the head, ready to savor new
preorgasmic gems as they appeared at the opening of the sensitive little
slit. Finally, just out of instinct, he slipped the whole hot, swollen
glans inside his mouth and clasped his lips on the shaft, while
continuing to caress it with his passionate tongue. Periodically, the
slender boy's beautiful body would shudder, each time more intensely
than the last.

Even though the fervent young parson's tongue was moving slowly and
lightly, its action exerted just enough pressure to provoke jolts in
Adriano, who instinctively pushed his bottom up from the carpet,
offering his erect virility to his companion. All at once the boy felt
the need to have all of his member inside Gustavo's wet and hot mouth.

Feeling the favorable reactions that his attentions were provoking,
Gustavo lapped harder on the part of the boy's member that emerged from
his hand. His cheeks hollowed out as he sucked the firm, rigid flesh.
The boy was delighted in his complete abandonment to those feelings, so
new, unfamiliar, and unsuspected for both of them, feelings that had
been discovered just by instinct. He started to moan from the depths of
his throat, giving vent to his pleasure, while the strong man began to
move his golden head rapidly up and down on the rod that now he held
tightly with his lips.

Adriano, eyes glossy and his face blushing with pleasure, raised his
head to look down at his tense, full column of flesh and to observe the
source of such incredible sensual pleasure as that which was emanating
from between his legs. He rose on his elbow to see better, staring at
Gustavo's face which was bobbing with small and decided movements
against his groin. Then suddenly Adriano flung his head back onto the
carpet as his flat belly and slender pelvis leapt upwards forcing deeper
entrance into that mouth, source of so many unutterable sensations.
Gustavo understood his boy's need and took his hand away so as to leave
him free to push himself inside, while the man tried to adapt to such a
deep and massive invasion.

"I didn't know... there were so many ways... oh, it's great... so
great..." Adriano moaned in a choked voice, full of astonishment. He
panted while his body was jolted and twisted by his own longing for
those confusing sensations. "I didn't know..." he repeated in a whisper,
rocking his head forcefully left and right. His warm voice, slightly
hoarse with pleasure, was sweet. To Gustavo, the sound was as exciting
to hear as Adriano's body was to see. The boy's pelvis jolted again and
his legs trembled strongly.

Gustavo's head suddenly rose to pull in a deep breath of air. Adriano's
member shone, straight and free, in the agreeably fresh air. "Turn on
your side." the man panted hoarsely as he laid himself down on the
carpet beside him.

A light caress on the boy's hip guided Adriano to turn towards him. The
big man sucked his own middle finger and took it from his mouth, shining
with saliva. Keeping his finger straight, the young priest passed his
hand between the boy's thighs, past the testicles of his beloved.
Bending his wrist, he inserted his finger between the boy's firm cheeks,
until he found the hidden hole. While his lips again took possession of
Adriano's leaping rod, he pushed his finger deeply into the boy's secret
recesses.

"Mmmhhh... yeeeesss!" the boy moaned, overwhelmed by the pleasure caused
by the double sensation. He grasped Gustavo's shoulders passionately,
holding them tight.

As Gustavo's finger penetrated him, it hit a secret spot inside
Adriano's channel that neither one had even known existed. Adriano
reverberated to that touch. His feelings of desire exalted to new
heights, his was too young, but above all too inexperienced to give that
spot a name. What he felt each time his lover's finger moved was
extremely weird, but so pleasurable that the boy asked himself what more
Gustavo might have in store for him. In fact, Gustavo didn't know what
he was doing, either, at least not in a conscious way. Instinct was
guiding him pieces of information were surfacing from his subconscious.
who knows how they were gathered? Possibly even in the confessional.
This information allowed him to give greater and greater pleasure to the
boy he loved.

With finger and mouth he gave Adriano so many and such intense
sensations that Adriano feared he might go mad. He ran his fingers
through the athletic young man's golden hair of in a caress of joyful
tenderness.

More and more excited and engrossed in the powerful passion that was
overwhelming the object of his love, Gustavo intensified his caresses.
He was tense with the enjoyment of the pleasure he was giving to his
beloved so that he was almost unaware how his own body, still fully
clothed, was begging for its share. Only his Adriano's joy existed in
the young parson's mind. The priest could perceive from the intensity of
his young and beautiful lover's shuddering that he was near his orgasm.
He was waiting. One doesn't need a particular skill or experience to
judge the moment. It is part of being a human being. Gustavo knew that
soon Adriano would start to pour out his seed and asked himself what he
himself wanted to do... he already knew how the boy tasted, as he had
savored those many little preorgasmic drops. After a short hesitation,
he decided that he wanted to taste him fully. He accelerated the action
of his mouth and of his finger, waiting for the miraculous gushing of
the liquor of life from its very source.

Adriano was ablaze. The boy was covered with tiny drops of sweat, he was
gasping, unable to control his own body and not even wanting to do so.
He clenched his teeth and emitted the roar of a young lion as he felt
the approach of the fatal moment. Orgasm was leaping up in him with
great strides and Adriano begged his lover, "More! Please, more! Like
that... more...".

Gustavo, trying not to gag, sank the boy's rod deep into his throat to
please his beloved. "Ooh, yes, more... Fast... fast... all, please!"
Adriano pushed farther, not yet sated, immersed in a chaos of incredible
sensations and, seizing Gustavo's shoulders again, started to fuck his
mouth wildly.

"Oh... I'm near... No!... Off!..." he said in a desperate attempt to
control himself and to pull out, but Gustavo pulled him to himself
preventing him from moving. "No..." the boy moaned feeling he was going
mad and confusedly trying to avoid the unavoidable. "I can't... I
can't... Ooooohhhh!" His legs trembled convulsively, his entire body
tensed, his asshole clenched violently on the probing finger as the boy
felt wave upon wave of energy flow out from him and pour into the throat
of the man he loved and who loved him.

The boy's first jet surprised Gustavo -- it was hot, strong, and there
was a lot of it. But he managed to swallow before the second powerful
jet came, then the third, then other, less violent, shorter, closer
together... Gustavo pulled back from the boy's member a little to allow
the seed to fall on his tongue so that he could savor it. Adriano was
almost sobbing from the intensity of his emotion and of his orgasm.

After a few moments, the priest reluctantly released the boy's softened
member and slid across on the carpet so that he was facing him.
Silently, so as not to disturb the strength of the exquisite spell that
held them or the shared sensation of peace that was now permeating the
room, he lay and admired Adriano who was panting lightly with eyes
closed, a blissful smile of unsuspected beauty on his face. His
tee-shirt was still rolled up under his armpits, his trousers were still
at his knees, the middle part of his body was sweetly exposed to his
lover's admiration, his member was now completely soft but still shining
of his saliva... the man told himself that if he hadn't already been in
love with Adriano, he would fall in love with him now.

Slowly preparing himself to show his body and his desire to Adriano,
Gustavo sat up and started to silently undress himself. His wide chest
was covered by an almost invisible blond down, just a little thicker at
the center, that gave off gilded reflections from his skin. He kicked
away his shoes, opened his belt and lowered the zipper of his trousers.
His eyes fastened on the beautiful resting boy, reading him a silent
poem of the intensity of the love he was feeling . Silent words, never
before uttered, that he himself didn't know he could say, flew from his
eyes and wrapped the naked and gorgeous boy with all his love.
Continuing to admire his beloved, he pushed his trousers and underwear
to his knees and his stout member jumped up, free at last, hard and
darting! Enjoying the caress of the carpet against his naked butt,
Adriano opened his eyes and saw with pleasure the athletic body of the
golden man towering over him. He ran his eyes over it, opening them in a
sweet smile. And when he saw Gustavo's hard virility, the boy's member
reawoke at once, starting to throb and to rise it's head again.

The delicious young man paused to recall the previous night. He looked
again at the hard, strong scepter of flesh that,, less than twenty-four
hours earlier, had caused him to bid a last farewell to his virginity.
His member, which was again becoming rigid, rose up from between his
legs. He lifted his eyes further to admire the man's well defined
muscles, the flat abdominals, the wide pectorals. Adriano's shuddering
began again, as if a fever were running through his body. But what fully
aroused him was the expression of intense desire, of deep love for him
that he read in the face and eyes of Gustavo.

The man, now completely freed of his clothes, crouched near Adriano's
feet, his member fiercely erect between his strong thighs. He pulled off
the boy's shoes and socks, freeing him from his trousers and underwear,
while Adriano lay passively, only pulling up his legs a little to help
him. He loved being undressed by his man. It was a gesture of gentle
intimacy.

"Sit up, lazy-head, let me pull off your tee-shirt. I want you
completely naked like I am!" he ordered in an affectionate tone. The
man's brown eyes were warm and luminous as he watched Adriano raise his
arms to allow his lover to pull off the last article of clothing.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 9

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