Date: Thu, 22 May 2008 08:45:56 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Most Difficult Contest 12/12 (athletics)

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THE MOST DIFFICULT CONTEST
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008
written on December 2, 1993
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by Acam

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE MOST DIFFICULT CONTEST" 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 12 - A new life

They made love all night long without hurrying. At first Robert was
rather passive but gradually Jean Paul was able to awaken his desire so
that the man started to take part too, letting himself go in the passion
that he was feeling. When they reached together the peak of pleasure
Robert relaxed in the arms of his lover and almost at once fell asleep.
Jean Paul cuddled him for some time and, when he felt that his man was
immersed in a deep sleep, switched on the lamp on the night table to
look at him.

His man's body was certainly debilitated; it had lost his brilliant
shape of the old times and now, even though he didn't show his fifty
years he looked older than before, And yet Jean Paul thought he was
beautiful simply because he was his man. He switched off the lamp,
covered their bodies and lay down again to sleep.

The following morning Jean Paul awakened first. He very cautiously got
up and quickly dressed and went out to buy some hot croissants at the
nearby bakery. He came back home and made some coffee and cream and went
upstairs with a tray and breakfast. Robert was still asleep. Then Jean
Paul undressed, slipped under the eiderdown and kissed him gently until
his man woke up.

"Jean Paul..." the man murmured almost stupefied to see the boy near
him.

"Breakfast is ready love." the young man said to him, "Sit up so that we
can eat it."

Robert sat up and Jean Paul put the tray on the eiderdown between them.

"You see... my pectorals... my abdominals... I got ugly didn't I?"

"No, my love. At least not more than me." he corrected himself with a
smile.

They ate breakfast then Jean Paul put away the tray and lightly caressed
Robert's chest.

"But we will get fit again now that we are together do you agree?"

"And what for?"

"You for me, and I for you, obviously." the young man answered him and
bent to kiss one of his nipples.

"Jean Paul... I don't want your compassion..." the man murmured trying
to withdraw.

"Don't you dare ever to talk such bullshit again!" Jean Paul said
straightening up with his eyes shining severely. "Aren't you able to
recognise desire any more my love? Why are you wounding me so?"

"Oh no... I don't want to wound you... not you." Robert moaned.

Jean Paul thought that Robert had the expression of a lost wounded puppy
and blamed himself for having spoken so harshly to him. His lover was a
man broken in pieces, he would have to rebuild him little by little.

"Don't you have to work, today?" Robert asked him.

"No, today I have my day off. We can spend all day together. Later we
will go and get your things and fetch them all here."

"Yes, as you want. I will have to tell JŽr™me that I am leaving my room
so that they can use it for somebody else."

"Yes, of course. That JŽr™me looked friendly and accepting. He knows
about us two doesn't he?"

"Yes, he does. He helped me very much. If it wasn't for him I would now
be a tramp and be sleeping under a bridge... He's a man who does good to
everybody, he and his companions."

"I guessed it. How do they get a living?"

"With people's charity and with the help of volunteers and donations.
They live as poorly as and amongst the poor... they are wonderful."

"Robert, don't you think it would be good to help them? A concrete way
to thank them?"

"Yes, certainly."

"We will give them a part of our earnings and of our time. Do you
agree?"

"Yes, that's good."

There was no enthusiasm in Robert's voice just acquiescence. Jean Paul
told himself he had to find a way to make his man recover his ancient
vigour and his old inner force.

After they ate lunch they went to Robert's little room to get his few
belongings which they loaded in the taxi and then went to see JŽr™me.
Robert gave him the key of the room and his new address. Before parting
Jean Paul said to JŽr™me that if they needed a taxi he would offer them
a free run every day and gave him the telephone number of the firm's
office and his personal code.

They then went back home and put Robert's things in order. They hung the
frame with the picture of Serge and Claude getting their Olympic medals
on a wall and at either side of it hung the two medals: the gold one of
Jean Paul's from the European championships and the bronze one of
Claude's from the Olympiads.

"May I have a drink?" Robert asked.

"Love this is your house and everything that it contains is yours too.
You don't have to ask my permission!"

"Do you have any alcohol?"

"Yes there is some there. But when those bottles are finished we will
buy no more. We must resume our diet and avoid eating and drinking what
is not good for us. Alright?"

"Yes alright but for the moment..."

"Well fix a drink for me too love." Jean Paul said with a conspiratorial
smile.

That evening HervŽ called.

"Hi, HervŽ, how are you?"

"Fine thanks and you? Did you have a good Christmas?"

"A wonderful one. Yesterday I found my Robert. He is here now. We can
live together at last."

"Ah, I understand... therefore it's over for us two right?"

"Yes..."

"Well... I'm glad for you. I know how much you cared about that. But...
we can at least see again each other, can't we?"

"Of course! I told you so, didn't I?"

"I would like to meet your Robert..."

"Yes, we will arrange for it sooner or later I promise you. Call me
again every now and then. Let's stay in touch."

"Willingly. Won't he be jealous?"

"I don't think so..."

"Did you already tell him about me?"

"Not yet but I will."

"Maybe you don't need to tell him... everything. And if it were me I
would certainly not tell him."

"No, I'll tell him... everything."

"Alright. See you soon then Jean Paul. I'll call you..."

Jean Paul didn't want to tell Robert about HervŽ yet. He wanted the man
to feel more self-assured first and more certain about Jean Paul's love
but then he would tell him everything because he didn't want to have any
secrets from his lover.

They looked for a while at the TV and then decided to go upstairs to
bed. This time Robert didn't ask him to switch off the light but Jean
Paul felt that he was still ashamed of his body. He caressed him for a
long time, to make him feel all his desire. He kissed, licked and
titillated him, sucked and fondled him until he felt he was fully
aroused. Then he offered himself to him.

"Take me my love... I want you all inside me!"

Robert leaned on him and took him almost with awe, with extreme delicacy
almost as if he was handling something fragile and precious. Jean Paul
welcomed the strong and hard stake of his man with extreme pleasure and
moaned happily when the man started to move inside him with long and
rhythmical movements. Jean Paul was enraptured.

"You are my man Robert! My god how much I like being taken by you!
Feeling your virility inside me..." he said with a wide and bright
smile.

He saw Robert smiling and felt him increasing his rhythm.

"Yes, Robert like that... Ah, how much did I miss you! Go on... go on...
fill me!"

Robert seemed gradually more self-confident. His breath became shorter
and his pushes stronger.

"Oh, Robert... like that... like that... stronger!" the young man moaned
seized by a strong pleasure caressing and groping his lover's body.

"You like that?" the man asked shuddering.

"Incredibly, my love!"

"But later... I want to feel you inside me too."

"As you want my love..."

The man shuddered from head to toe and suddenly he reached a shaking
orgasm emptying himself inside the throbbing channel of his boy.

"You were wonderful..." Jean Paul panted.

"But now... you take me please."

"Yes, of course."

"Go on push it all inside me." the man beseeched taking position.

Jean Paul took him and rode him for a long time until he too reached his
orgasm and emptied himself in his lover. Then they lay down panting and
embraced.

"That was great wasn't it?" Jean Paul murmured cuddling him.

"Yes..."

"Better than yesterday night wasn't it?"

"Yes, much better..."

"And it will get more and more beautiful. I love you Robert."

"Thank you..."

"Thank you to you. I was feeling lost without you."

"I was too."

"But now... now everything will be different. We will build our life, a
new life, you and I."

"A new life... but I'm fifty..."

"Well what about it? I'm twenty-three. Both together we have thirty-six
and half each. A beautiful age isn't it?"

"It doesn't work that way..."

"Why not? All we have is in common isn't it? That must apply to our ages
too." Jean Paul said with a sly smile.

Robert shook his head but he too smiled.

The day after they both went back to work. Robert went to the toyshop in
the nearby block by foot, and Jean Paul left with his taxi. During the
day he called Jacques who asked him if he could call by his bank to talk
about Robert.

They discussed how to help the man to rebuild his life. Jacques told
Jean Paul the idea that Charles had had.

"Claude says he would like to tell the team mates about Robert... but he
first wants your permission. He thinks that if Robert could get back
into the sports world he would flourish again."

"But he has been fired..."

"Yes from official amateur sports. But if, for instance, I opened a
private light athletics gym for him ... He could be the coach and the
instructor and nobody could prevent him from doing it. Claude is sure
that the boys in the team would give very good publicity to a gym
managed by Robert."

"But after the scandal how many families would be ready to send their
children to it?"

"Bah, people forget quickly. Moreover happily not everybody is so
biased. I could officially open the gym in my son's name... He loves
sports and one day that could provide him with a good job too. One day
he will have to retire from active sport. I think that all the boys in
the team will be more than happy to help Robert. What do you think of
that?"

"It would be really fine. Robert would have a goal in his life again.
And he could soon recover his physical shape. He would recover serenity,
self-confidence..."

"And he could also earn good money. Tell him about Claude's idea and if
he accepts I will start at once to look for a good gym to buy or a place
where we could set up a new one. Tell him it is for Claude but that I'm
ready to invest the needed sum only of it's he who manages it."

"You are a wonderful person mister Jacques."

"No, I just have an excellent nose for business. I know where it's worth
while to invest my money."

"I could believe you if I didn't know how things really are. With me you
had a loss; you absolutely didn't make a good investment."

"That's not true. You have already almost given me back all my money..."

"Yes, but without interest! If you had invested the same money in the
ordinary way it would have given you a gain but as it was... you lost
money with me."

"Well... a man can make an exception or two in his life. After all life
has been generous to me. And if one is not ready to help a friend... it
would be better to die at once. Or rather, one is already dead."

"Claude is lucky to have a father like you mister Jacques. And Robert
and I to have a friend like you."

"I'm glad you consider me a friend. But then wouldn't it be appropriate
for you to drop that 'mister'?" the man said with a smile.

When Jean Paul went back home he waited for Robert to come back and
started to fix their supper.

While they were eating, Jean Paul dealt with the subject.

"You know Claude would like to open his own private light athletics gym
to work in it..."

"It's a really good idea. It would mean that when he gives up active
sports he would have a job he likes."

"His father is also ready to finance him."

"Very good."

"But he laid down a condition - he wants you to manage that gym and to
organize all the sports activities and the training."

"I? No, I don't feel like it any more."

"That's a pity. Then Claude has to give up his dream... It's really a
pity... he will be disappointed."

"But Claude can manage it by himself. He doesn't need me."

"No, I think that Jacques is right. Being an athlete is not enough to
make a good coach. Moreover for the moment Claude has to go on training
for the next championships; he wouldn't have enough time. You have
experience - you are one of the best in the place..."

"I was. I was one of the best."

"You are! One cannot forget a lifetime's work in less than two years can
one?"

"But you know what condition I am in..."

"You will soon recover. You only have to start training yourself again.
You can do it here at home to begin with."

"No, Jean Paul..."

"Listen Robert. Do you remember when I got it into my head I couldn't do
any better? You forced me to train and to develop all my power. And you
succeeded. It's now up to me not to let you refuse."

"No, leave me in peace Jean Paul..."

"No, no, forget that idea. I can't leave you in peace. Even at the cost
of fighting with you; even at the cost of making you hate me..." he said
determinedly then he softened, "Will you hate me, Robert?"

"Hate you? I never could, never. But..."

"Well then, no buts! Instead we will start: now, at once."

"Just after having eaten it is not good..."

"No, I'm not thinking about exercises. But this..." he said and stood up
and gathered all the bottles of liquor in the living room and all the
beer cans in the fridge and opened them and emptied the lot into the
sink.

"And now you go to the living room and write down a diet for both of us
and a schedule of exercises for you and me. I want to start training
again too, together with you."

"But..."

"Don't get me angry... do what I said..."

"Alright..."

The next day Jean Paul came back home carrying two beautiful identical
tracksuits one for Robert and one for himself and they started to do
some floor exercises - knees-bends, press-ups, twisting and flexing.

Jean Paul was well aware that to begin with Robert was only doing them
because he had practically imposed it. But their bodies gradually
started to loosen and Robert started to feel pleasure in doing the
exercises. When they went to shower together before eating their lunch
Robert had a tired but satisfied expression.

After a couple of weeks Jean Paul persuaded Robert to telephone to
Jacques to tell him that he would accept his proposal. Claude and Jean
Paul persuaded Robert to resign from his job as a deliveryman at the
toyshop so Claude and Robert could start going round the town to find a
suitable place to open the gym.

After about one month they found a one storey building in the yard of a
building downtown, that could easily be adapted and equipped as a gym
for athletics. Jacques bought it and Robert planned the equipment and
machinery and a specialized firm started the work with Robert personally
supervising.

Jean Paul was helping to transform his man with great satisfaction- a
transformation that was not just physical but more importantly
psychological. The two lovers were also keeping up their training
together. In the late evening before going to bed they always did some
jogging in the nearby park in spite of the cold weather. And when later
they made love Robert was more and more full of energy and of passion.

In April the gym was ready and Robert was also ready to restart in
style. For the opening they invited all the boys in the national
decathlon team as well as their friends from other sports. Claude and
Robert did the honours of the house. The boys gave a hearty welcome-back
to Robert and Serge gave him his Olympic silver medal.

Each of the boys sent several friends to enrol in the Gym that they
called "Olympia", so Robert and Claude started to work in it with
success and Robert went on training himself so totally recovering his
old shine.

Robert didn't forget the Little Brothers and once a week he went to
spend half a day at their place. Together with JŽr™me he also organized
some free courses of gentle gymnastics for the Little Brothers'
beneficiaries.

At this point Jean Paul thought that the moment had come to tell Robert
about HervŽ.

"Robert, I... during the year and half while I was searching for you I
had not been able to stay... to avoid... having sex you see?"

"Well I can understand that you're young. I only managed to avoid it
because nobody would have had sex with a tramp..."

"That way I met a boy - a nice likeable boy whose name is HervŽ..."

"And... do you miss him now?" Robert asked in alarm.

"Oh no, no, not at all! Now I have you and am not at all interested in
anybody else. HervŽ has rung me up a few times. We haven't met any more,
but we stayed in touch."

"Why didn't you meet any more?"

"Out of respect towards you. It was clear between him and me that I was
interested only in you and that I only love you. If it doesn't bother
you and if it isn't a problem for you I would like to meet him again.,
Of course it would just be as a friend without anything sexual. Of
course..."

"If you still feel some desire for him..."

"No, no, if you think that might be true then I would rather not see him
any more, and would ask him not to call me any more! Don't you believe
me when I tell you that there cannot be anything sexual between him and
me?"

"Of course I believe you. I know you are honest and sincere."

"And would it annoy you if we meet? HervŽ would be pleased to meet
you... I told him so much about you..."

Robert smiled, "Alright. When would you like us to meet?"

"When you want."

"Then invite him for supper."

"Well, but first I have to tell you another thing. HervŽ is a university
student but he earns a living... hustling."

"Did he have sex with you for money?" Robert asked. He was almost
incredulous.

"No, for friendship except for the first time. He's a dear boy likeable
and good-hearted..."

"If he's a friend of yours he must be as you say. Invite him for supper
then."

"Really it isn't a problem for you?"

"No, I really think it won't be. Just as I never had a problem with your
continued friendship with Claude although you used to make love with him
before accepting my love. If HervŽ is a real friend for you I hope he
will become friends with me too."

"Good I'll go to look for him and invite him for supper."

So Robert and HervŽ met and at once they found they liked each other.
They started to invite him often, sometimes with Claude and Yan too.
When Robert told him he had an athletic build HervŽ started to attend
the Olympia Gym too. And here the youth met a boy called Simon who was
two years younger. First they became friends, then lovers.

The two boys were very much in love, and HervŽ would have liked to stop
hustling, but he was not able to find a job that allowed him to have
enough free time to carry on his studies. When he confided his worry to
his friends telling them he was afraid he would lose his Simon if he
didn't succeed in giving up the hustling Robert offered him a job in the
gym in the evenings as a secretary. So that way he could go on with his
studies and earn enough to live. HervŽ accepted with gratitude.

Everything seemed to proceed smoothly when one evening an absolutely
unexpected person showed up at the Olympia gym. It was the President of
the French Sports Federation. The man asked to see Claude and Robert and
without beating about the bush he told Claude that either he fired
Robert immediately or he would organise a new scandal- a gym where the
boys were entrusted to a well known homosexual!

Claude reacted harshly telling him that that was blackmail and that he
could not understand why he was persecuting Robert so fiercely. But the
man seemed inflexible. Claude shouted at him that he wouldn't be
blackmailed and that he would put everything in the hands of his
lawyers. They were discussing the matter more and more animatedly when
they heard somebody knock at the door.

"Come in!" Claude said worriedly but almost grateful for the
interruption.

HervŽ came in and looked at the three people in the office with a light
smile on his lips and moved his forelock out of his eyes.

"Sorry to interrupt you but I was working in the office just behind that
door and I couldn't help hearing your discussion."

The three men looked at him without a word waiting for him to continue.
HervŽ went on smiling, and continued:

"I noticed a few minutes ago the man who came in and that made me
curious... You didn't recognize me, did you?"

The President looked at him frowning and asked in a hard tone "Should I?
This is the first time I put a foot in this place."

"And also the last one I can promise you." HervŽ said in an angelic
tone.

"I don't understand..." the man started to say.

"Right. You would like to stir up a storm - create a scandal because
mister Chambret manages this gym I've heard."

"I don't see how this..." the President started again to say.

"My dear sir, if you don't interrupt me, I'll explain it immediately.
You don't remember me but I perfectly remember you... About two years
ago one evening you drove past me in your car while I was having a walk.
You invited me into your car and took me to your pied-ˆ-terre behind the
church of Saint Denis du Saint Sacrement... I can't remember the name of
the street... But I didn't suit you as I didn't have a cock big enough
to satisfy your broken arse hole! I therefore introduced you to my
friend Louis and I know that you are still paying him to fuck you in the
arse. And he knows your address very well if we need it. And he will be
ready to stand witness against you if I ask him..."

"That's a lie, a dirty lie!" the President exclaimed, turning pale.

"Oh no! Louis would be able to describe your pied-ˆ-terre in detail ...
and also your arse my dear sir. Therefore, it would be best for you to
go immediately out of that door and never show your dirty face here
again. And indeed I advise you to start at once to give our gym some
good publicity too if you don't want me to go to a certain magazine with
my friend Louis and tell them everything about you. Yes, lets do it like
that - if every month we don't get at least one boy you sent to enrol
here bringing your visiting card then the next month I will go with
Louis to that magazine to tell them everything..."

"But you can't..."

"Oh yes I can. And there are the other hustlers too who can witness that
they saw you coming to collect Louis and bring him back... and we are
very united amongst us especially against pieces of shit like you, sir.
Now! Out of here! Immediately! And before the end of this month I want
to have the first boy come here to enrol and he must show me your
visiting card. I work here in the secretariat so I can check it... You
can go now mister President..."

The man stood up pale as wax and went out hurriedly without uttering a
word.

The three in the office burst into laughter and Robert hugged HervŽ "You
deserve at least a kiss my boy!"

"Oh no please! Or else they might think that we all are faggots in
here!" HervŽ answered laughing.

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