Date: Thu, 24 Apr 2008 18:31:53 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Most Difficult Contest 05/12 (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 5 - Reason and heart

"But what... what are you saying?" The man asked, in turmoil and staring
at him.

"That I am in love with you Robert. Since the first day I saw you - when
I met you. I have done nothing but love you. That is why I was upset
with you when I felt you were treating me unfairly. But then I
understood. And I decided I had to show you my love by giving you what
you desired above all - my victory."

"But you are in love with Claire as it is right for you to be. Your
feeling for me is just affection..."

"No, Robert. Claire is nothing but a screen to hide the truth from
everyone. Everybody has a girlfriend, and so... But I've always loved
you and only you. If you cannot or don't want to love me I will
understand. I will accept... but I love you Robert."

"But I'm a man..."

"And so am I. And I love a man - you."

"... and I'm an old man..."

"You are younger than any of us. And I love you to die for, Robert."

"It's senseless... two men... they cannot..."

"Really? Hasn't it ever happened before - even in our circle?"

"You know what would happen if such things occurred..."

"No, I know what would happen if it's discovered. But I also know that
it doesn't always come to light. Have you never heard about two
athletes, two boys, who were in love?"

Robert closed his eyes and nodded in assent "Yes... I know it happens...
At times two boys can... can deceive themselves thinking they love each
other... or possibly even really love each other. But as far as I know
it has never happened between an athlete and his coach."

Jean Paul took his hand and asked, "Couldn't there be a first time?"

"Jean Paul, please... I'm married, I've four children..."

"I don't want to take anything away from you Robert. I would just like
giving you something more... being yours."

Robert's hand trembled slightly but he didn't take it away from under
that of the boy. "It would be a lie if I said that I don't appreciate
your honesty and also your feeling but you are asking me something
impossible Jean Paul."

"Robert I'm not asking anything. I'm just offering you my love."

"You are charging me with a really heavy burden..."

"No, Robert. If you feel nothing towards me there is no burden."

"The fact is Jean Paul... the fact is..." the man started to speak but
his voice broke down.

He looked the boy in the eyes and Jean Paul read in those eyes a deep
suffering but also an infinite tenderness. Robert slipped his hand away
from under Jean-Paul's.

"The fact is that I am in love with you too! But there isn't room for
this love in my life. There isn't; there couldn't be; there must not
be..." Robert said with a sorrowful almost desperate voice.

Jean Paul was troubled by the intensity of the man's emotion.

"Why, Robert?" he asked sweetly almost in a whisper.

"Because... because I would have you completely for me but I wouldn't be
able to be completely yours. I don't feel I could desert my wife or my
children. Even though there is no love left for my wife, only
affection... I can't throw away the twenty years of peaceful life that
she gave me and that I gave her. When I was your age I fell in love with
one of my colleagues, another athlete. But when he told he was falling
in love with a girl and he was going to marry her and that therefore it
was time to put an end to the physical aspect of our relationship...
even though I felt a great pain I accepted it.

"I tried to convince myself and I gradually succeeded. I met Fran¨oise.
I felt comfortable with her. She aroused me physically, when we were
flirting. So I married her. At first I even thought that my friend was
right - everything was going well. But then my first perturbations, my
earlier desires towards other men arose again. But they were not too
strong. They were something I could quite easily manage to overcome. The
more I felt attracted to a man the more I attached myself to Fran¨oise.
Well that is not totally correct... it is not true one hundred per cent
but I could almost say that each one of the four children I have has
been a reaction on my part to the relighting of my desire for a man...

"Then you appeared and suddenly and almost violently everything went
back into the melting pot. Towards you my feelings were not the same.
The feeling wasn't just that vague physical desire I had felt for others
before you and that I had always been able to master easily. No. Towards
you I felt revived love. I felt like the twenty-year-old boy I had once
been - the boy that I believed was dead inside me and buried. A fresh
sweet sentiment... and irrational.

"Nevertheless, as long as I thought it was only my problem - as long as
I was sure you couldn't or didn't want to return my love I was able to
keep it under control ... But now you come here and put this medal round
my neck... almost like a wedding ring... and I feel lost. Torn to
pieces. Half of myself would scream to you - yes! With joy, with
gratitude, and with passion. But the other half of myself is screaming -
no! with severity, with sense of duty, with determination. And my mind
says no to me although my body beseeches me to say yes; my reason
repeats a no and my heart wants a yes!

"Do you see? I love you Jean Paul but I cannot love you." the man
concluded with a sob.

"Robert... I didn't think... I didn't want... if you ask me I will
leave."

"Oh, Jean Paul! Let's try to remain coach and athlete as before, please,
I beseech you... I know that I'm asking a huge sacrifice of you and I'm
asking a huge sacrifice of myself... but for our own good let's forget
this conversation."

"It won't be easy to forget it. But we can try. I don't want my love to
trouble you so much. Anyway, I don't want to steal you from your
family... I would content myself to... to share you with her. But the
choice has to be yours. If you only feel that you would be happy, I'm
ready to withdraw... or else to give myself to you, whichever you
decide."

"Jean Paul, oh Jean Paul... by saying that you are making things even
more difficult... and you are leading me into temptation."

"I cannot stop loving you."

"And neither can I unhappily. But... find a boyfriend and forget me. One
of your own age, someone younger than me."

"You are not old."

"Not yet. But when you are a man in the fullness of maturity, I will be
a really old man."

"I would like to grow old with you."

"Shut up, please. I'm already feeling weak enough in front of you..."

"I'm going now then, Robert. We will meet at tomorrow's training
session. I will never again look for you in private..."

"I'm sorry, Jean Paul, but I thank you. I don't want to lose your
friendship... and neither do I want to lose a splendid athlete such as
you are. You really are a great champion..."

"You will not lose me, Robert. I swear that you will never lose me. Even
if I could never be your lover I will always be your... athlete. See you
soon Robert and forgive me for having troubled you so much."

Jean Paul left Robert's house and went back to his room at the family
home where he was boarding. He was moved - he had got an unexpected yes
and a feared no at the same time. The fact that Robert had just
confessed that he loved him was making him almost euphoric; the fact
that he had denied him any physical contact was making him sad. His love
allowed him to understand what the man was feeling but his desire didn't
allow him to understand his response.

"I love you, Robert... I will never desert you!" Jean Paul said to
himself, determinedly.

When he met Claude he told him about his meeting with Robert and ended
by saying "I'm sorry, Claude, but now that I know that he is in love
with me too, I don't feel any more desire to have sex with you... or
with anyone else."

"But he says he cannot get into a relationship with you..."

"I know but I don't care."

"Do you want to try to persuade him?"

"No, I don't want to cause him such trouble again. But at the same time
I don't feel like having sex with anyone else any more at the moment."

"You cannot renounce your sexuality for ever Jean Paul!"

"Maybe I will fall in love with someone else and will then forget
Robert... but for now that's how it is."

"You really are an incurable romantic, Jean Paul."

"Well maybe you are right but I'm happy this way."

"And yet we did amuse ourselves together."

"Yes we did, and it was marvellous. I loved doing it with you but now
it's different. I'm not interested in amusing myself any more now. Try
to understand me Claude."

"Yes, sure... even though I regret not doing it any more with you."

"Let's remain friends please; do you agree?"

"Of course. Even though at the end of a relationship one always says
that but then..."

"But we can remain friends can't we?"

"Yes I think we can." Claude answered with a sincere smile.

Meanwhile Robert was deeply troubled. He tried not to show it,
particularly at home, and he succeeded so well that he was almost angry
that nobody noticed his trouble, even though he knew this feeling was
irrational.

Training started again so he met Jean Paul practically every day again.
The boy behaved correctly but now he was conscious of Jean Paul's
feelings towards him - he could always read those feelings alive and
strong in the boy's eyes and this kept his own trouble alive and strong
inside him. He felt that his desire towards Jean Paul was strengthening
and he was also physically aroused just by looking at him, just by being
near him. He was making an effort to treat him exactly like all the
other boys and he was apparently succeeding. But inside himself he could
feel he was losing his battle.

He was feeling weaker and weaker. He was more and more obsessed by his
passion for Jean Paul. He was now thinking of nothing but him and
dreaming of him, almost obsessively desiring him.

On his side, Jean Paul was not conscious of the storm that was
continuing to rage in the soul of his coach, that far from getting
weaker, was strengthening more and more. In fact Robert was really
skilled at hiding his feelings.

Jean Paul continued to give the best of himself - this was the only way
he knew of telling Robert how much he was in love with him. Robert
understood this too well, and it made him feel pleased and yet at the
same time he suffered for it.

Two months elapsed and the time came for the "autumn camp". The whole
decathlon team moved to Les Andelys. Jean Paul was sharing a room with
Claude again even though the two youths didn't share the same bed any
more.

The third day of training at Les Andelys, after supper, while all the
others were going to play games or to the TV room, Jean Paul went out
for a walk in the park. He was feeling somewhat tense. That afternoon in
fact without having done it on purpose he found himself alone in the
showers when Robert came in too. Robert, after greeting him with a nod,
went and washed himself vigorously in the opposite corner of the showers
as far as possible from Jean-Paul.

But every now and then they looked at each other. Jean Paul had not been
able to stop himself from getting aroused at the sight of Robert's
magnificent body and had noticed, between the man's legs, a similar
excitement arousing Robert as a response to his. Thus the boy left the
showers almost running and had dried himself, put on his clothes and
went outside without delay. But he did nothing but think of that
encounter all evening long.

So he was now feeling the need to be alone for a while in the half
darkness of the evening surrounded by nature. He walked to a bench by
the river where on the wide bend there was a belvedere with a
balustrade. He leaned against the parapet and looked at the faint
reflections of the moon on the dark waters.

"I desire you Robert!" he thought with sorrowful intensity.

He was there for some minutes still, alone when he heard the noise of a
light step on the gravel. He turned round leaning his arse against the
balustrade and his hands leaning back on it and looked with curiosity to
see who might be the person approaching, thinking that maybe it was his
friend Claude coming to look for him. But he soon recognized the
unmistakable shape of Robert as he was getting close.

When they were close enough their eyes met almost as if they were
magnetised. Jean Paul felt his heart starting to race and beat strongly
in his chest. He waited and almost stopped breathing.

He confusedly thought: "You heard? I was calling you!"

The man stopped in front of him and stared at him silently looking into
his eyes. He then stretched out a hand and lightly stroked his side and
Jean Paul shuddered.

With a low warm voice Robert said in a murmur "I desire you, Jean Paul!
I can't hold out any more... I... I surrender... I desire you too much
and I love you."

Jean Paul was now trembling from head to toe and in spite of wanting to
say something, he was not able to utter a single word.

Robert took a small step towards him and their bodies were now merely an
arms length apart.

"Jean Paul... do you want to... to make love to me?" he asked in a
whisper with a serious tight expression.

The young man only just managed to nod in assent.

"I know it's wrong, but..." the man said now caressing the boy's side
and chest with tender gentleness, "... but I cannot hold out any more. I
cannot think of anything but you night and day... I feel I'm going
crazy... I want you Jean Paul."

"I am yours Robert, you know that, I am only yours."

"Yes I know. I love you Jean Paul."

"I love you too."

"Go down there... here we might be seen..." Robert said.

They went down one of the belvedere's two transverse stairways and
reached the arches under the belvedere on the shore of the river where
the racing boats were stored. And there under one of the arches finally
their bodies met and clung to each other each searching for the other's
hardness and their mouths met in a long, sweet deep kiss, while their
strong arms were each circling the other in a tight embrace.

"Jean Paul, I love you, I really love you, I would like you to be my
lover... And yet I don't feel like leaving Fran¨oise or deserting my
children... Do you accept me all the same?"

"Yes Robert. I will never ask you to renounce them for me you know
that."

"That's not fair to you."

"Yes, Robert. I only want you to be happy."

"Today, in the showers... you ran away..." the man said and began to
caress him intimately.

"I noticed you were troubled because of me and if I had stayed... I
would have come to kiss you to touch you like this..."

"I wanted you to do that ... Do you want to come upstairs to my room?"

"We might be seen..."

"No, everybody is on the first floor..."

"But when I leave your room..."

"I will check nobody is in the corridor before you leave."

"I can't resist any more... let's go." Jean Paul murmured and his voice
was hoarse with passion.

Nobody saw the two shadows silently glide between the trees and enter
the mansion through one of the back doors and go upstairs by the lift to
the third floor. The corridor was deserted and they quickly slipped into
the coach's room.

As soon as they were in Robert locked the door. Then they embraced and
kissed again. Their tongues searched for each other. Their lips were
sucking each other, while each of them was starting to free the other
from his tracksuit. Jean Paul crouched on the floor and slipped down the
man's trousers and briefs with a single gesture that freed his beautiful
hard straight member which was proudly jutting forward. It was long yet
not excessively big but firm and sound, and it's swelling made a
pulsating vein stand out.

"At last!" Jean Paul sighed.

He started to lick all along it, holding it and its testicles in his
cupped hands. He then circled the tip of the man's member with his lips
and squeezed them together a little and pushed forwards and so he
unsheathed the smooth swollen glans which he then worked with his
tongue. The man emitted a moan of pleasure, and ruffled the young man's
hair.

"Oh, Jean Paul... come to bed... I want to suck yours too." he
whispered.

They moved together and got on the bed having freed themselves of the
last of their clothes. Jean Paul lay down on his back and Robert
straddled on him on all fours so the two lovers could unite in a long
sweet sixty-nine. Jan Paul could feel all the tenderness emanating from
that beautiful body. It was so strong and so virile and just knowing
that it was all for him sent him into rapture. This was the crowning of
all his dreams, and he felt happier and more fulfilled than when he got
his gold medal. He was feeling really grateful to the man for having
accepted his love at last and for giving him love through his body too.

Robert too was experiencing a bliss he believed he had forgotten
forever. He devoted himself, almost in adoration, to the young strong
body that was being offered to him without reservations. A body he had
contributed to shaping and to reaching the peak of fame but that he now
wanted do bring to peaks of pleasure. That body he loved with a deep and
total love, through which his soul was trying to melt with the beloved
one's soul.

"I want you inside me, Jean Paul." the man murmured, moved by the
intensity of his own desire.

"Yes... lie on your back." the young man said kneeling on the small bed.

Robert lay down on his back and pulled his legs against his chest so
offering himself to his companion. Jean Paul, realising that Robert had
not been used to penetration for twenty years, prepared him for a long
time, bending down to lick him between his firm well spread buttocks. He
carefully wet the pulsating sphincter with saliva, licking and massaging
him using both his tongue and his fingertips. The man was moaning
quietly, seized by an intense and growing pleasure.

"Enter me please..." he panted in a low voice.

"Yes, in a while... Do you like it my love?"

"Yes, it's just wonderful."

"Do you love me?"

"To die for!"

The young man felt he was ready. He knelt up again and steered his hard
pole towards the waiting hole. He brushed on and around it with his
smooth hard glans.

"Go on, take me..."

"Here I am..." Jean Paul said, starting to push with determination but
in no hurry.

He felt the sphincters throb, shudder and then relax and start to open
gradually to receive him tight and hot. He started to sink inside him
with a slow but relentless push. He saw the man's face brighten and
change to smile at him full of joy and pleasure. It was he who gave that
joy to his beloved man, that pleasure which was not just physical and
this made him happy.

"Oh, Jean Paul... how good it is! I can feel you inside me... you're
becoming part of me... push... come all inside!"

"Yes, my love here I am... I'm all inside you can you feel it?"

"I was waiting for you forever Jean Paul! Even before I knew you
existed. I was not complete without you."

"It's the same for me my love."

When he was inside him all the way to the hilt Jean Paul remained still
for some seconds and caressed the man's chest and belly. He bent down to
kiss his mouth and then straightened up again and started a slow but
vigorous coming and going while, with his hands he began to caress his
torso again.

"Do you like it love?" the man asked him in ecstasy.

"I'm so happy Robert. And you are my happiness." Jean Paul murmured
moving with more determination inside his lover and contemplating his
body folded as it was to receive him. "You are so beautiful Robert!" he
panted and slowly accelerated his rhythm.

"You are beautiful too, love." Robert whispered enjoying their union.

"I'm yours forever." Jean Paul said and increased the vigour and speed
of his strokes again.

"Forever my love." Robert panted feeling the pleasure increase
dizzyingly both in himself and in his lover.

Jean Paul accelerated even more and felt he was reaching the peak of
pleasure and then all of a sudden he gave to his lover all his virile
seed, in long thick jets with a set of passionate lunges and shuddering
from head to toe. He finally became still with just his member
throbbing. Then he slowly slipped out of his man. Robert did begin to
sit up, but Jean Paul gently stopped him.

"No, don't move my love. I want to impale myself on your wonderful dick
now and feel all of it inside me... Stretch your legs right out...
wait..." and Jean Paul got astride the man's hips.

He carefully wet his hole and then went down on his Robert's hard
beautiful prick erect and vertical sitting on his groin. He felt it
enter inside himself and make room for itself, gently invading him.

"Oh, yes... so... how good..." Jean Paul said in a murmur enjoying that
solid pole that was finally slipping into him.

He made it all slip inside until his buttocks were hard pressed against
Robert's pubes. Then, by levering himself up on his hands and knees he
started to raise and lower his pelvis onto that strong fierce rod. Their
smiling eyes were glued to each other. Robert caressed the beautiful
torso of the young athlete who was proudly and happily towering over him
and offering himself to him totally.

"Do you love me, Robert?" Jean Paul asked sweetly.

"Immensely."

"It's really good isn't it?"

"Wonderful."

Jean Paul went on with determination until he brought his man to orgasm.
When he felt him tense like a crossbow spring ready to shoot he
accelerated his rhythm and made his anus throb around the rod and when
he felt it starting to erupt he let himself down against the man's groin
rocking his pelvis from side to side to give him more intense pleasure
until he felt that the beautiful body under him was starting to relax.

Then without slipping out he lay down on top of him. The man embraced
him tightly, wrapping his body with arms and legs, and the two lovers
kissed each others mouths and enjoyed the gradual relaxing of their
bodies. In an incredibly sweet languor, their embrace and their kissing
loosened.

"Thank you Jean Paul, that was wonderful."

"Thank you too, Robert. Thank you for your love."

"I would like to be able to fall asleep like this still joined to you.
But unhappily it is not possible."

"We will have other opportunities... perhaps."

"It will not be so easy my love."

"I know. But we will enjoy the little that we will be allowed to enjoy.
We have all our life in front of us."

"How can we meet when are back in Paris again? Surely not at my place
nor at yours..." Robert said with regret.

"I will find a studio all for myself so that you can sometimes stay at
my place."

"It will be expensive... but I can contribute to the expense..."

"We will do our best to create a space for our love won't we?" Jean Paul
said, tenderly caressing him.

"Of course we will my love."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 6

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