Date: Sat, 20 Dec 2008 08:45:03 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: I was Robbed, or was I? 4/6 (beginnins)

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I WAS ROBBED, OR WAS I?
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008
written on January 8, 1993
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by Neil

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"I WAS ROBBED, OR WAS I?" 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 4

Massimo recalled the beautiful Sebastiano. Who knows where he was at
that moment? What was he doing? Was he possibly trying to rob in another
apartment? Or he was instead trying to re-balance his virility by
fucking a girl, Massimo thought with a grin.

The curious thing was that they had talked about different subjects,
almost like two friends, but they didn't hint at all to the sex they had
just had...

Before starting to steal, besides being a pizza maker, Sebastiano was
the neighbourhood tough boy. Massimo liked that mix of arrogance and
gentleness, cheekiness and good manners that coexisted in the boy. He
also liked the liveliness of his facial expressions, at times ironic, at
times pouting, at times aggressive, at timed gentle... That boy had a
really beautiful smile, as well as a lively and ready intelligence. He
also had a remarkably beautiful body, a delightful little arse and a
member... almost worthy to that of Jeff Striker!

He would have been a perfect photo-model, a porn model worthy a
centrefold spread... and possibly even a porn star for erotic films...

At least for the moment, Massimo had forgotten all his problems. His
head was filled only with the beautiful Sebastiano. And his ears were
still filled with those "Ahi" that changed in "Aahh" and then in "Oohh!"
In spite of everything the boy had enjoyed that unforeseen and unwanted
fuck... It was a pity he didn't think to place his video camera before
taking him, to record that fantastic fuck and immortalize it for his
erotic fantasies to come. "Massimo number 6"... Or rather "The thief
robbed of his cherry" would have been the right title.

The tape "Massimo number 5" was still on the video deck. He connected
it, pushed well inside the tape, switched on the screen and pushed the
play key. He comfortably settled on his preferred armchair and prepared
himself to enjoy the vision of the last time he had had on his bed
Paolo, the son of the milkman down the street corner, the boy who was at
present on his army service in Taranto.

Paolo was really handsome, and yet he seemed totally uninteresting when
compared to the beautiful Sebastiano.

Looking again at his last fuck with Paolo, he recalled how the boy
wanted to get seduced by him... Each time he was delivering the milk at
his home, in fact, the boy ÒcasuallyÓ touched his packet and looked at
him with his big eyes, falsely na•ve.

When he at last, made up his mind and caressed Paolo between his legs,
the boy didn't react, let him do it. When then Massimo started to
undress him, Paolo swore he never did "such things" before...

But the boy had a small nice arse that should have already been visited
by dozens of men's members, in fact he slipped inside him at the first
stroke, smoothly like a sword in its sheath, like a hand in its glove...
And he also had a mouth more skilled that that of a veteran hustler. In
fact later Massimo got Paolo to confess that he was not at all his first
man...

Paolo later told him that he had his first sexual intercourse with a
man, or better a youth of thirty-two, about one year earlier, that is
when he was just seventeen. They met in a disco. The young man sat near
him and buttonholed him. He asked Paolo if he had a girlfriend or if he
went there with his friends, and Paolo answered no to both the
questions. The man offered him a drink then asked him if he ever had
sex. Again Paolo answered him he hadn't yet.

The man had him drink until he was almost drunk, and their conversation
was gradually more and more insistently shifting on the subject of sex.
Paolo was more and more uninhibited by the alcohol he gulped down, was
at that point talking of sex shamelessly and answered to the salacious
quips of his new acquaintance. At a certain point the man proposed Paolo
to go with him and a girl he met at the disco, taking her on his bed,
and have a threesome. After some embarrassed resistance, Paolo at the
end accepted.

All three went out and went to the man's apartment where, all naked on
the king size bed, they at once started having sex, kissing, touching,
caressing, brushing one against the other in a tangle of limbs and
bodies... But neither him nor that man did anything serious with he girl
and rather Paolo was soon in the arms of the man who, after getting him
well aroused, managed to convince him, with the complicity of the girl,
to try to take it in his arse.

So, while the girl was giving an agreeable blow-job to Paolo and
together with the man kept in position the boy, the man finally took his
cherry and fucked him for a good while, as he pleased. Paolo at first
felt some annoyance, but he also rather liked it.

Paolo met again that man several times, but after that first occasion
the girl was not with them - Paolo in fact discovered that she was his
accomplice to help him take to his bed the boys he hooked at that disco.
The man, afterwards, made Paolo meet also other men, and with growing
pleasure and less hesitation he let fuck him.

When Massimo tried and went with Paolo, this one stopped going with all
the other men and for about one year they had sex only between them.
That encounter he had recorded, with the consent of Paolo, had been
their last fuck before Paolo had to quit for the army service.

Massimo switched off the video and went to the kitchen to fix something
for his supper. After his meal he went to look at the TV the news then a
movie. He finally tried to do some accounts to understand his budget
situation... but he soon stopped, because he was just getting a mega
head ache and told himself it was useless his attempt to solve his money
problems...

He went to bed and fell asleep almost at once. During the night he
dreamed of the beautiful Sebastiano - they were in a wood, the boy was
tied to a tree and he was on him, fucking himÉ he could see behind him a
long queue of men waiting for their turn to take his placeÉ There was
also a man in uniform, resembling one of the doorkeepers at his
building, who was nearby selling the tickets to the men who wanted to
book to enjoy the little arse of the beautiful Sebastiano. But Massimo
turned back with a pistol in his hand and chased everybody away,
menacingly, telling them that the boy belonged to him, and only to himÉ

He woke up late morning on the Saturday. He took a long shower, changed
his clothes then called his brother. He explained him the situation
where he got to be and asked him, in case he needed it, if he could lend
him some money, at least until he could find another job. His brother
told him not to worry, he would give him a hand willingly.

His bother Giacomo was the only one of his family who knew he was gay.
He took it well. He was married, had three adolescent boys, had a
comfortable life thanks to his work as a dentist that he did with his
wife. Massimo didn't like to have asked him for help, but he had nobody
else he could ask and anyway Giacomo didn't raise any fuss about it.

He never had a really close relation with his brother, but not even
problems. When he told Giacomo he was gay, his brother just said he had
guessedÉ They talked for a while about it, but then they never resumed
again the subject. His brother just advised him not to tell the other
members of their family, and he would not even tell it to his wife.

ÒWhy?Ó Massimo asked him, ÒI don't think I have something to be ashamed
about it. Have I? If I'm this wayÉ I'm just this way, it is not a fault
or an illness, is it?Ó

ÒI agree, it is as you say. But you well know how people are and above
all our familyÉ What need do you have to make public your life? You will
just risk getting psychological pressure, not requested advices, absurd
critiques, and pitiful scornsÉ No, in my opinion it would be better you
tell nobody. What would be your gain, anyway?Ó

ÒTo be accepted for what I really am, and not for what they believe I
amÉÓ

ÒSupposing that they would really accept you. But you anyway have a
value and have to be accepted for what you are, apart from what you like
to do in bed and with whom.Ó

ÒBut if one day I get a boyfriend, somebody loving me and who I love, I
would like him to be accepted by our family as, for instance, as
accepted as your wife.Ó

ÒWellÉ if this happens, you will reconsider the matter and you will
decide what would be better to do.Ó

Even though not fully persuaded, at the end Massimo accepted his
brother's advice.

Feeling more tranquil now that he knew that his brother would eventually
help him if he was in need, Massimo started to clean his apartment
thoroughly.

While he was busying himself around the rooms, his thoughts were
continually going back to SebastianoÉ That boy had really bewitched himÉ
He had to pull him out of his head, because he anyway couldn't have any
more occasions to meet himÉ He tried to remember the boy's address, but
with regret he realized he could not. He would possibly have written it
down immediatelyÉ even though it wouldn't have been of any use.

He decided that that same evening he would go to the new pub that he
heard had been opened at the river's embankment. His friends told him
nice people attended itÉ Who knews if he could meet an agreeable
companion, even if just for a one nightstand?

He didn't, in fact, think he could find somebody with whom he could
start a serious, lasting relationship. He had resigned himself, for a
long time, to the thought he would remain aloneÉ even though he was not
yet in his forties, he was feeling that it would practically be
impossible he could find a young man, as he would have liked, one who
would like to have a relationship with a mature, even if not yet old,
man ass he wasÉ

Sebastiano told him he looked less than his thirty-eight years of ageÉ
If he went to a gym, if he cared some more for his body, he could
possibly keep a youthful aspect for some more timeÉ But that was surely
not the moment to waste the little money he had, surely not to pay for a
gym subscription.

At least theoretically he could do some physical exercises at home, or
some jogging in the park that was just there close to his home. But he
well knew, out of experience, that without a steady engagement, without
having to respect a schedule of well-programmed sessions, it would end
with him doing little or nothing.

He then thought that, before worrying about his physical shape, he
should first seriously worry about finding a new jobÉ Any jobÉ And
possibly also an apartment less expensive than the one where he was
livingÉ He had to resign himself to tighten his beltÉ He could also try
and sell something of what he had at home, as Sebastiano suggested himÉ
He was really somewhat reluctant doing so, because he was afraid he
would get little money, losing much.

He could count on his brother, certainly, for a short whileÉ He had some
pride pushing him to try to sort himself out with his only means, but he
at once silenced it, without even needing to do a big effort.

Finding a new jobÉ but what? He thought to navigate a while on Internet
to explore and see if there were offers of workÉ He went to sit at his
computer, switched it on, connected to the net and started his researchÉ
But he soon stopped it, because he was finding nothing serious, nothing
valid. Unhappily it was not like in the States, in Italy the net was
just moving in its first steps.

He then decided to go out and buy two or three newspapers, both daily
ones than the ones specialised in ads. He got to the newspapers kiosk.
While he was choosing the right headings, his eye fell on the corner
where were exposed the gay magazines. He could see only their headings -
Gay Italia, Doppio Senso, BabiloniaÉ He felt tempted to buy one of them,
but then told himself he had at once to eliminate all the unnecessary
expenses.

He went back home and browsed through all the pages with the ads and job
offers. He marked some of them with the highlighter felt pen, then,
after he checked all the pages, he went back to check the ads he thought
more interesting. Almost all of them had a post-box address, only two
had a telephone number. He thought it was useless calling on a Saturday
afternoon, so he intended to call them on Monday early morning.

He looked at his watch - it was five thirty. He asked himself what he
could do. On one hand he didn't feel like to just loaf about, but on the
other hand he didn't feel even like doing anything. It was that weird
situation that Massimo defined as Òinertial forceÓ, that happened to him
quite seldom, but that was not even so unusual for him.

He defined it so because he well knew that, when he was loafing around,
he would have liked to go on loafing, but if he decided to do something,
he would like not to stop at least until it was time to hit his bed.

He sat again on his armchair and switched on his TV - there was one of
the usual soap operas. He started to look at it, but soon his head
started to follow other thoughts. And unavoidably he went back to think
of Sebastiano.

That boy hit him, not only for his physical handsomeness, for his so
variegated personality, but also for another aspect. The boy told him he
never had sex with a man, he suffered his revenge, his assault, but then
seemed he appreciated all that. In Massimo's head were going on to
resound the boy's "ahi - aahh - oooh" almost like a sound-track
accompanying and underlining a sort ofÉ conversion.

But, Massimo was asking himself, can a straight boy discover he likes
also gay intercourses? Possibly yesÉ possibly at one point in your life
happens something forcing you to face your true sexualityÉ Something you
always escaped from, you always avoided to face, until you find yourself
in a blind alley and you are forced to face itÉ

Could Sebastiano, so to say thanks to him, have understood he was really
gay or at least bisexual? Or more simply, as he could not escape, he
just tried to enjoy what he could not avoid? Something like it seems it
happens also in the jails, on the ships, in the boarding houses or
anywhere a mono-sexual community is forced to live?

Massimo had always been persuaded that, after all, excluding a really
small minority of people who for psychological reasons is totally and
exclusively straight or completely and only gay, the overwhelming
majority of human beings is basically bisexualÉ but then there are also
the social, cultural, religious pressures and also the accidental
situations that made the scale arm shift towards one of the two
extremes.

Yes, this could be the case for the beautiful Sebastiano. Even though in
his deepest thoughts Massimo was hoping that the boy didn't on the
contrary understand he was gayÉ He would have liked talking about it
with SebastianoÉ but on the other hand, if this didn't happen was
because in that moment none of them felt like facing that subjectÉ
Massimo, even though in a first moment had surely enjoyed putting under
him that little thief, later did somewhat repent for what he did.

Massimo never liked violence, of any kind, and yet he had exerted
violence on Sebastiano, forcing him to undergo his sexual attentions.
How the proverb goes, Òwrongly given, fairly receivedÓÉ Of course, the
boy going to rob his belongings had in his turn exerted violence against
him. But Massino, even though he reacted in that way, had never believed
right the principle of Òan eye for an eye, a tooth for a toothÓ.

Then Massimo recalled the relationship he had with Ugo, before meeting
PaoloÉ It lasted something more than two years and came to an end forÉ
exhaustion, a little like a battery that gradually runs down.

Ugo was two years younger than him, they already knew each other for
three years when Ugo became his second pilot. At the beginning between
them there was above all comradeship, then friendship and finally they
became lovers.

The one who did the first move had been Ugo. One evening he showed up at
his hotel room, a red rose in his hand and a champagne bottle in the
otherÉ As soon as Massimo opened the door, Ugo put the rose in his
hands, then the bottle, embraced him and kissed him on the lips. Massimo
liked Ugo, therefore he returned that unforeseen for kiss opening his
lips and their tongues started to play.

ÒMassimo, I would like to make love with youÉÓ Ugo told him almost in a
whisper when their lips parted.

ÒI too would likeÉ but how could you know about me?Ó Massimo asked him,
somewhat amazed for his colleagues' daring.

ÒNo, I didn't really knowÉ I just hoped thatÉ thus I decided it was
worth taking my risk. Also because I know you enough to know that, if
you didn't feel like, you would simply tell me to forget it, without
making of it a war case, without running me down with our colleaguesÉÓ

ÒI never guessed you too were gayÉÓ Massimo told him, ÒI rather thought
you were courting one or another of the hostessÉÓ

ÒYes, but to me it was only something like a game, a kind ofÉ social
convention one has to respect, do you see?Ó

ÒA screen, not to let the others understand how you really are?Ó

ÒNo, no Massimo, just a gameÉÓ

ÒDon't you have a boyfriend?Ó

ÒNot at present. And you?Ó

ÒI too am freeÉ Just several adventures here and there, almost in all
the cities were we land and stop. But nothing really serious.Ó Massimo
told him.

ÒI would like to be with you, in a steady relation, I mean.Ó

ÒWe can try it, UgoÉ We can see if we fit well together.Ó

ÒI think we will, we have been good friends for a while now, we know
each other rather well, don't we?Ó

ÒYes and no, Ugo. We have also to see if sexually we can be a good
match, as a coupleÉÓ

ÒWell, I like betterÉ being a bottom. And you?Ó

ÒAnd I a top. Therefore at least for this aspect we should fit well
together.Ó Massimo conclude.

So, already that first night in that hotel in Frankfurt, they spent it
in the same bed. They had matched really well together, they really
liked each other and so, at least for the first times, they made love at
each occasion they could get, with mutual pleasure.

But then, gradually and almost inexorably, the routine took over. They
were still fine together, but they made love less and less. So, first
Ugo but then also Massimo, started again to look around for some
adventures here and there, out of their relationship.

Until one day when they decided, with mutual agreement and without
traumas nor tragedies, there was no more a real sense to consider
themselves as a couple, so they stopped having sex together. They
remained anyway very close friends.

Ugo had really supported Massimo when the problem with his left eye
arose. Only when Massimo had to leave his job as a pilot, as they could
meet really seldom, also their friendship had somewhat lessened.

Now Ugo was in a couple with Antonino, a steward of Sardinian origins,
tall and dark-complexioned, the classical gym-muscled hunk with a really
macho aspectÉ ÒYes,Ó Massimo thought, Òpossibly I wasn't macho enough
for Ugo, as well as he was possibly a little to much delicate, even if
not effeminate, for my taste.Ó

Right, one of the things that attracted Massimo to Sebastiano was the
fact that not only the boy wasn't at all effeminate, but he even had a
rather virile attitude, even though not a macho one, that was in fact
united with some gentleness in his gaitÉ

Sebastiano! Was it possible that he was absolutely not able to keep that
boy out of his head?

After the supper Massimo looked again the TV for some time, then
finally, around eleven, he went out to check how was that new gay pub
that had been recently opened on the river embankment, near the landing
stage.

It was wide premises with modern music, but not too loud. It was rather
crowded. Massimo did a greeting gesture towards a table some
acquaintances were sitting. The waiters were pretty and, because of the
crowd, rather busy. He found a small table still free and sat down. He
ordered an Adelscot and while he was sipping it, looked around hoping to
see some interesting guys it would be worth to try to hook up with.

Massimo asked himself why all the guys who seemed interested in him were
of his same age or even older than him, while he was almost only
interested in younger guysÉ But the younger boys seemed to be interested
only in boys of their same age. It was possibly his fault if he wasn't
able to find a new loverÉ he possibly expected too much from themÉ He
wanted them to be young, handsome, intelligent, wittyÉ Should he learn
to content in himself?

To him, if it was just for a quickie, was alright even just no more
young people, or not so handsome, or not particularly intelligentÉ The
problem was just that, since then, the one-night stands, or even of more
nights but without a real affective involvement, did no more give him
satisfaction. Or better to say, in a first moment they were even an
agreeable distraction, a pleasurable reliefÉ but afterwards he felt even
lonelier.

On a rational level Massimo had already resigned himself to the thought
he had to remain alone, but on an instinctual level he was anything but
resigned. In his deepest he was still feeling the desire, or possibly
more than the desire the hope, he could one day find a lover, a real
lover, somebody that is ready to give and accept love.

Around half past midnight Massimo felt fed up remaining there, alone as
always, and decided to go back home, to go to bed. At the door to the
premises he crossed with a friend who was going in. With him there was a
boy who could be around twenty-five years old. After they were
introduced to each other, Massimo came to know that the boy's name was
Ernesto and that he worked at the National Library. His friend had
invited Massimo to go in again and to sit at a table with them. Massimo
accepted, to be able to talk for a while with Ernesto, because he at
once felt attracted to that boy.

Ernesto seemed interested and fascinated hearing that Massimo had been
an aviation pilot. So they chatted for a while, all three, until at one
point his friend saw somebody he knew and went to greet them, going for
some time to sit at their table.

As soon as they were alone, Ernesto asked Massimo, ÒDo you have a
boyfriend, by chance?Ó

ÒNo, not IÉ and you?Ó

ÒI neitherÉÓ the boy answered, then proposed him, straightforwardly,
ÒListen, wouldn't you feel like doing something, you and I, tonight? I
like you a lot, do you know? Do you have a place to take me andÉÓ

ÒWhy not!Ó Massimo answered, as he liked that youth.

So they said goodbye to their common friend and went out together. They
went to Massimo's apartment. After they had a drink, Ernesto told him he
didn't have too much time to stay there, he had to go back home or else
his father would be pissed off with him, and thereforeÉ

They undressed each other there in the living room and, totally naked
and well aroused they went immediately to Massimo's bedroom.

As soon as they were lying down Ernesto went on his tummy and said, ÒGo
on, and shove all your beautiful, big, hard meat cudgel inside my arse,
I really need a good screwÉ Fuck me, go on, stallion!Ó

Massimo liked the preliminaries and that request so blunt and immediate
let him rather perplexed. But as it is said, Òwhat you give up you
loseÓ, therefore he complied to his guest request. He went on top of him
and mounted him, then started at once to vigorously toss in and out of
him.

Certainly that was not Òmaking loveÓ, it was simply Òa fuckÓ. Moreover
Ernesto, who after a while moved on all four while Massimo was going on
to energetically hammer into him, was spurring him with gross and foul
expressions that rather annoyed him.

As soon as Massimo came, Ernesto, who in the meantime had masturbated
himself and also came, got at once off the bed and dressed back almost
hurriedly without even cleaning himself.

ÒI'm sorry but, as I told you, I don't have much time tonightÉÓ he
declared. Then, just before leaving Massimo's apartment, he told him,
ÒWe can possibly meet again, if by chance one Saturday you go again to
the pubÉÓ and he went away without adding any other word.

Something rather squalid, in a word, Massimo thought while, alone, was
taking a long and good shower. They had not even exchanged their
telephone numbers, their addresses, nothingÉ No, he would not go again
there on Saturdays, not to meet Ernesto, anyway - he was feeling almost
upset at the idea of meeting him againÉ

When Massimo finally was on his bed it was a little past two in the
night. He fell asleep almost immediately, feeling more lonely and
unhappy than ever.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5

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