Date: Wed, 24 Dec 2008 13:49:50 +0100 From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com> Subject: I was Robbed, or was I? 5/6 (beginnins) ---------------------------- 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 ----------------------------- 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. ----------------------------- CHAPTER 5 Sunday morning Massimo was waken up by the intercom buzzing. Still half sleepy, he got up to answer and looked at his watch - it was just nine thirty. Who the hell could it be at that time? He was waiting for nobody. He took the intercom receiver. "Yes?" he asked, rather annoyed. "Sorry, mister Giuffredi," the voice of the door-keeper on duty croaked in the receiver, "but here is a young man saying he has a date with you and asks to come upstairs..." "A young man? Who's he?" Massimo asked, still drowsy, trying to get his ideas straight. He thought he could be Ernesto, the young man he fucked just the previous night... or possibly Paolo, the son of the milkman who could possibly be on leave and went to see him... "He says his name is Sebastiano and you are waiting for him..." All at once Massimo felt fully awake, "Sebastiano?" His heart started to beat with incredible violence, "Ah, yes, of course. Yes, it's true; I was waiting for him... send him upstairs please. Thank you." He put down the receiver and ran to the bathroom. Combed his hair, passed a hand over his cheeks thinking he had no time to shave, anyway his beard was not too long. Went back to his bedroom and slipped a silk nightgown on his totally naked body and wore his slippers. He was tying the nightgown belt when the doorbell rang. He went to open. Sebastiano was wearing simple and poor clothes, but not devoid of a certain plain elegance, he had in his hands a parcel wrapped in a newspaper sheet, and smiled him in a hesitant expression. "I didn't know if you would let me come in..." he said. "Well, you would anyway have been able to enter, wouldn't you? Also this time I forgot to shut the bathroom window..." Massimo answered in a slightly ironic tone, "Come in, go on, anyway." Sebastiano rubbed his shoes on the door-mat. Also his shoes were old, but had accurately been polished. The boy went in and handed the parcel to Massimo. "I brought this for you..." "What's it?" Massimo asked unwrapping it, curious. "The other day I broke the casket where you were keeping your gold." the boy a little ill at ease explained, "So I took this other for you... it belonged to my mother... I hope you like it, even though it isn't like yours..." "Well, thank you... Have a seat. I've still to have my coffee, do you want a cup you too?" "I woke you, didn't I?" Sebastiano asked, sitting down. "I don't mind." Massimo answered turning the casket in his hands and looking at it, "I'm glad to meet you again." "For real?" the boy asked looking in his eyes. "Glad?" "Yes..." Massimo answered. He opened the casket and inside there was a piece of paper on which were written only four words, "Please forgive me, Sebastiano." Massimo smiled at the boy, "Yes, I really am glad." he said and felt the impulse to stand to embrace, to kiss him. For a while both were silent, stealthily looking at each other from time to time. Then Massimo said, "I didn't expect you would show up again here at my place..." "No. I too didn't think to come again here, after what..." "What I did you?" "No... what I did you." "What's that, are you a repenting thief?" the man asked with a light irony. "Possibly..." the boy murmured. "Well... I too am possibly somewhat repenting for what... what I did you." "So then... are we even?" "We are even, yes." Massimo admitted with a light smile. "So then... can't we restart everything from the beginning?" "That is?" "I did nothing but rethink about it, you know..." "About what?" "About me... about you... and what... After all, I thought, we are just two poor devils in the shit... anyway... what happened last Friday..." "We apologised with each other, didn't we?" Massimo asked in a low voice asking himself where the boy was aiming, asking himself the reason for that odd, unexpected for visit. "Yes, that's true, but... but I did nothing but think of it..." "To the... to the fuck?" "Also." "I too thought a lot about it, and..." Massimo said, but didn't end the sentence. "And?" the boy spurred him. "I like you, Sebastiano." the man said just in one breath. "I too... I mean... well... what I can't understand... I mean... I... I enjoyed what... what you did to me..." "That I tied you..." "No, besides that... the fuck, I mean..." "You never did it before with a man, with a boy?" "No, never. Really." "But... did you think of it? Did you desire it?" "No... You know how it is amongst friends... Faggots, queers, cock suckers, benders, sissies... call them as you like... it's not that we say nice things about them; we rather... Therefore, you can well guess, one of us is keen to make it clear he isn't one of them, right? One possibly makes jokes on that, but then... I anyway am not one of those going around to look for faggots and to thrash them, as after all each one has the right to do what the fucking shit he likes better, hasn't he? I mean... I, you see, I didn't even allow a man to suck my cock, not even when they offered me money..." "Yes, I understand. So, then?" "So then... so then... but to you... I let you do..." "I didn't leave you so much choice, did I?" "I knew that my pistol had blank cartridges... Moreover... I really didn't think you were the type to beat the shit out of me, or who could go to the kitchen to take a knife, or... what can I say... I knew, I could feel it, I was sure I wasn't wrong..." "How could you be sure?" "I don't know, I just felt it... I could have possibly read it in your eyes..." "Alright. So, then?" "You know, at first... alright, the pervert wants to relieve himself, I thought, let him do... nobody ever dies for just a fuck, right? It was somewhat painful when you... but then I said myself, if I relax possibly it would be less painful and all this will end more quickly, right? But... but then... you too were aware, weren't you?" "But then... you started to enjoy it?" "Yeah, right so... you understand, right so, and I could expect everything but... I mean, when I had the trial and I got the suspended sentence, I before that was scared thinking I could be sentenced to go to jail, and... well, some mate who went to jail told me that if one is young and, possibly, also handsome as I am... that in jail his arse will be... he becomes everyone's bitch, you see? You too told me so. I knew it and so I thought that, well, if I go to jail, it would be better to take it philosophically and possibly, if I became the whore of one of the bosses in there, at least I would have to give my arse to that man only and not to everybody, right? But then I have been lucky, because I got the suspended sentence because it was the first time they caught me..." "Yes, and then?" Massimo asked, thinking he possibly was starting to understand. "Well, so then, when I was tied there on your bed... I told me, you see, that sooner or later it had to happen, that here was not so much difference if you took my cherry or if it was another man in the jail, or even possibly more than one man..." "And so you took it... philosophically?" "Yeah, one could say so, but... you see. I mean... but I didn't think at all that... that I could even... enjoy it, did I?" "And does this upset you so much?" "No, it doesn't upset me, I mean... It's just that I really hadn't foreseen such a thing, you see? When it started to be less painful, because I got to relax, I felt my cock becoming hard, you see? I mean... if I didn't like it, I wouldn't get a hard-on, right? And even less I would have enjoyed it, and spunk, right?" "Yes, I see. But if it doesn't make you upset, everything is alright. I think. All summed up, you just discovered that you can enjoy fucking both with girls or with men, can't you? You now have twice the possibilities than before... It's not so bad, after all." "Yes, you can see it in this way, sure... How do they say... I can dunk my biscuit in two cups, it's true... But, I mean..." Massimo could feel that the boy intended to tell him something but he couldn't find the courage or didn't find the right words. Therefore he waited for some time but then, as Sebastiano didn't go on with his speech, he decided to give him a hand. "Well, Sebastiano, why did you then come here, today?" "Well... to give you the casket, right?" the boys said. "Just for that?" Massimo asked him. "No, not just for that... You see, it's that... when you screwed me... I meanÉ I didn't like that only... but also afterwards, when you and I talked about us, in spite that I came here to rob you..." "Yes?" "Well, it's then that... something happened... I mean..." Massimo thought that all those "I mean" with whom the boy was filling his speech were the most evident proof of how much he had difficulty to clearly put out what was tossing inside him. Anyway he couldn't help him very much; in fact he still had not yet the faintest idea about the real reason why Sebastiano showed up again. The boy let out a light sigh, then resumed saying, "Up to when you screwed me, all summed up, I just thought I had been twice jinxed, in fact not only I didn't succeed in robbing you, but on top of that I also took it in my arse, I lost my cherry... But afterwards we also talked and then... Well, it has been at that point that I regretted I tried to rob you. First of all because you aren't rich as I presumed, then also because you too are without a job like I am..." "What's that, do you have the Robin Hood complex? Robbing the rich people to give to the poor people?" Massimo asked him in a slightly teasing tone. Sebastiano smiled with a shy expression, "No, not really... To rob to the rich people to give to this poor guy that is me... But, talking with you, I discovered that... I mean... I discovered that I..." "That you?" "That I like you a lot!" finally the boy said hurriedly and in a low voice. ÒYou mean how I fuck?Ó ÒNoÉ well, not just that. Yes you know how to fuck, it's true, you were able to make me enjoy it, especially the last time. But I like you as a person, I mean. See, I said to myself, I've finally met a person who is really so good, not only for his body that after all I didn't think I could be interested in. A right person, I mean. See, it's at that point when I really regretted I tried to rob you, because, how can I say, you didn't deserve it. That's why today I decided to take you that that casket, do you understand? Yes, in a word, I like youÉÓ ÒI too like you, Sebastiano. After Friday I didn't but think of youÉÓ ÒAre you serious?Ó the boy asked almost widening his eyes. ÒOf course I'm serious.Ó ÒYou meanÉ you would like having again a fuck with me?Ó ÒAlsoÉ but not just that. I too, besides the physical pleasure, I saw in you something different, something that I like a lot.Ó ÒYou would be the first oneÉÓ the boy muttered. ÒWhy? You are a boy who can be really liked, and not only for you are undoubtedly beautiful. You have a fascinating personality.Ó ÒNobody even told me soÉÓ Sebastiano said again then asked, ÒWhy are you telling me it?Ó ÒBecause I evidently think so.Ó ÒMy uncle always says to me that I'm just an idiot and a good for nothingÉ especially now that I don't bring him back home a salaryÉÓ ÒWhere you giving him all the salary, before?Ó ÒWell, not the tips, I was keeping them, because he otherwise wouldn't give me anything. You know how it is, when you always are told you are an idiot, a piece of shitÉ you end with believing you are soÉÓ ÒBut at least your friendsÉÓ ÒBah, those onesÉ Everybody is your friend as long as you pay them for a drink, or they cadge your cigarettesÉ Or else when you boast you screwed a little cuntÉ But you, what good do you find in meÉ beside my arse, I meanÉÓ ÒA lot of things, I should say. And I would likeÉ getting to know you better.Ó ÒI too would likeÉ I meanÉ besides fucking againÉ I would like getting to know you better, because I think you are a fair guy, a right one.Ó ÒSo then, you came here today toÉ to have another fuck or to get to better know each other?Ó Massimo asked him with a smile. ÒOne thing doesn't exclude the otherÉ if you too want it.Ó ÒWell, why not? To me both things are really good.Ó ÒI am gladÉÓ ÒBut earlier I offered you a coffeeÉ what do you think to come to the kitchen, so I prepare it and we drink it?Ó Massimo asked, standing up. Also Sebastiano stood up, but asked, ÒThe coffeeÉ couldn't come afterwards?Ó ÒYes, of course.Ó the man answered without hesitation. ÒSo, thenÉÓ the boy asked studying Massimo's expression and his reaction at the proposal he was about making him, Òso then wouldn't you like taking me there, now, on your bed?Ó ÒSure,Ó the man answered opening in a pleased smile, Òif you really want it, to me is more than good.Ó ÒBut this time without ropes, promise?Ó the boy said parting the hems of Massimo's dressing gown and gently taking in his hands the genitals that were already starting to swell, ÒI will anyway do anything you want, I swear.Ó ÒReally everything?Ó Massimo asked pulling him to himself and gladly embracing him. ÒYes, really everythingÉÓ ÒBut there is still one point that seems me to be weird, Sebastiano.Ó ÒWhat is it?Ó ÒYou, up to last FridayÉ you had sex only with girls, isn't it so?Ó ÒWell, yesÉ it's so.Ó ÒAnd now you want instead have sex with meÉÓ ÒYes.Ó ÒBut why? Just so toÉ to try something different, or what for?Ó ÒIÉ I'm not able to explain it wellÉ I meanÉ but you are something differentÉ IÉ well, I wouldn't just have a fuck with you, butÉ I would possibly like, how can I sayÉ if you still want me, also after todayÉ I would like becoming yourÉ friend, I would sayÉÓ ÒFriend? How a friend?Ó ÒWouldn't you try it with me?Ó ÒTo do what?Ó ÒYes, I meanÉ you Friday said thatÉ that you are feeling somewhat lonely, didn't you say so? That you didn't hope any more to findÉ to haveÉÓ ÒA lover, somebody to love and who loves me.Ó Massimo said. ÒYes, that's itÉÓ ÒAnd you think you could be that somebody? You are telling me you want to become my boyfriend, my lover?Ó ÒDo you think it is so weird? Don't you think it possible?Ó ÒIn a sense yes, it seems me weird. I don't say impossible, but youÉ what do you think I can give you that the girls you had before, that you could still have, couldn't give you?Ó ÒI don't know, but I feel that youÉ I meanÉ you are a fair guy, I like the way you talk, the way you thinkÉ and also the way you treat me, you treated meÉÓ ÒNot when I tied you on my bed, I think.Ó ÒNo, not that, it's true, even if I can understand you, you had to be deadly pissed-off with me, and even more because just that day you were said you were firedÉ you were with your arse on the groundÉ I can understand that. But afterwards you were different, after the first moment rage subdued. I really didn't expect that from youÉÓ ÒBut you, Sebastiano, what are you expecting from me? Surely not money, as you know that, as you say, my arse is on the ground.Ó ÒNo, surely not the money. My arse is also on the ground. But possibly you and I, togetherÉ you could need a boy like me, as I could need a man like you, couldn't we? I don't say thatÉ I could of course be wrong, you could not fit well with me, but I, I mean, IÉ I would like to try it with you.Ó ÒWhat do you know about what means to be gay, to live as a gay? It is surely not an easy life, don't you know?Ó ÒAnd what do you know about being a bastard son, abandoned by everybody? Being someone who tries to be like the others but can't manage to, because the others don't value him much more than a dog's turd?Ó ÒBut how we can settle it about the fact you decided to go around robbing people?Ó ÒIÉ I didn't always do it, did I? So I can stop doing itÉ if you just want to try to be with me.Ó ÒBut what the heck we can do, both of us without a job?Ó ÒAnd what the heck can we do, both of us without a job but each of us alone? If possibly one of us finds a job before the other, he can give a hand to the other, can't he? I would do soÉ not you?Ó ÒDid you really think of it well, Sebastiano?Ó ÒIt's after Friday evening that I think of nothing but that, and this is why I came here, to you, againÉ Couldn't you at least give it a try? I mean, to try it with me?Ó ÒOf course I can give it a try. I too didn't anything but thinking of you, as I told you. It's just thatÉ I don't know if I would be right giving it a try.Ó ÒYou can't know if you are right without trying it.Ó ÒSo, thenÉ you are thinking to come to live here? With me?Ó ÒWellÉ I wouldn't say I wouldn't like to, because if two don't really live together, they can't really understand if it works or not. But I think it's up to you to understand if you want it or not.Ó ÒI was thinking to move to another apartment, to find something more modest, less expensiveÉ This apartment is way too beautiful for a guy without a job as I amÉÓ ÒI'm not asking it to you to come to live hereÉ Even if you have to sell everything, even if you find just a hole, to me nothing changesÉ Moreover, I stopped looking for a job, but I can start to look again for it, to seriously look for it, and if I find a job before you do, I will not keep all the money for meÉ I would share all it with you, of courseÉÓ ÒAre you trying to buy me?Ó ÒWhy, are you for sale? I don't believe you are!Ó Sebastiano said with a little, cunning smile. He then caressed a cheek of the man, ÒWe can at least give it a try, can't we? Come onÉ I swear I would like to seriously try it with youÉÓ ÒYesÉ I too think it could be worth giving it a try with youÉÓ ÒSo, thenÉ will you take me to your bedroom, now? So later we can have our breakfast together?Ó So Massimo took the boy to his bedroom. They undressed each other. Sebastiano at first was somewhat awkward and embarrassed, but he gradually got aroused and lost any residual hesitation. When they were finally naked, they both were already fully excited. Massimo took him in his arms, adhered to him with his body and while they were rubbing one against the other, were caressing and fondling each other all over their bodies, they also started to deeply kiss with increasing pleasure. Massimo liked the simple joy with which the boy was taking part to their love encounter. Even though for the boy it was something new, he was putting in it a sincere enthusiasm and, as Massimo liked, he was doing his utmost in long and agreeable preliminaries. When they finally felt to be fully excited and their desire became unrestrainable, Sebastiano, with a smile between the shy and the cheeky, whispered, ÒNowÉ do you want to take me, please?Ó ÒYes, with a real pleasure, my littleÉ lay down on your back, then.Ó ÒOn my back? Hw can you take me if I'm lying on my back?Ó the boy asked somewhat puzzled, but complied to what he had been asked. Massimo made him spread his legs and pushed them upwards towards his sides. Sebastiano understood and smiled. ÒYou want to take me like if I were a womanÉÓ he murmured. ÒNo, like one takes a really beautiful boy as you are. You should have well understood that I wouldn't like you, if you were a woman, shouldn't you?Ó ÒYou like me? You like taking me? But you don't want me to play the woman, is it so?Ó ÒWhat do you think? Of course I like you, and woe betide if you try to act like a woman. I like you because you are a boy and not at all effeminate.Ó ÒEven if you fuck me in the arse?Ó Sebastiano asked him, while Massimo was wearing a condom on his hard member, then prepared him massaging his hole for a good while with the gel. ÒCertainly so. But you really like me to put it in you?Ó ÒFucking hell, I like it, yes, or else I wouldn't have come back here asking you to do it again.Ó ÒAnd it makes you feel like a woman, because I am slipping it all inside you, and then I will fuck you?Ó ÒNoÉ I like it and that's all. And I'm happy that you want me so, as I am and you don't ask me to play the woman. Oh godÉ that's goodÉ go onÉ push it all insideÉÓ Massimo started to pump it with pleasure in his hot and tight love tunnel, and soon saw that also on Sebastiano's face was spreading an expression of intense pleasure. ÒAre you really enjoying it, my little one?Ó the young man asked him. ÒYes, I'm enjoying it a lot. You are strong but also gentleÉ Do you like taking me?Ó ÒYes, I like you, not only your nice and thigh little arse.Ó Massimo panted taking him with growing gusto. ÒThank youÉÓ the boy murmured, with a wide, blissful smile. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 6 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. If someone wants to read them, the URL is http://andrejkoymasky.com If you want to send me feed-back, or desire to help revising my English translations, so that I can put on-line more of my stories in English please e-mail at andrej@andrejkoymasky.com ---------------------------