Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2012 20:18:54 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Journey to New Zealand 1/6 (gay - English - Adult friends - Beginnings)

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JOURNEY TO NEW ZEALAND
By Andrej Koymasky © 2012
written on January 14, 2003
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Vin

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"JOURNEY TO NEW ZEALAND" 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 1 - To Christchurch

I got four weeks of vacation, from the 1st to the 29th of August, so I
decided to travel to New Zealand. I decided so for several reasons. One
is that, in August, it's winter in New Zealand. The thought of escaping
the oppressing sultry weather of Tokyo for almost one month, appealed to
me quite a lot.

The second reason goes back to my childhood. All the Italian children
learned already in their primary schools that on the other side of the
world, that is at the "antipodes", a difficult word for a child but not
so much, there is a nation that is more or less the same shape as Italy,
and that it is called New Zealand. I remember asking myself (I think I
was between eight and eleven years old then) how it would be like living
in that land, having to walk upside down - with one's feet up and the
head downÉ Well, even though the explanation came rather soon and I was
able to understand it, a faint desire to "verify it in person" always
remained inside me.

Thus, with the hotel room booked and everthing else for the trip
settled, I'm ready for the departure. I arrived at Christchurch on
August 2nd - a Sunday. By the shuttle bus, I reached the hotel, the
Cotswold. It was a hotel built in Tudor style, in Merival borough, on
Papanui Street. Through a big gate, you reach a wide central yard
surrounded by two-story buildings where there were all the rooms. On the
right, at the end of the yard, there was the reception, the only
building with just one floor, and on the left, right beyond the gate, a
little taller than the others, was a building with all the bars and
restaurants.

My room was the 802, the second on the right just after the gate. There
was a wide living room with a table and four chairs, a sofa and two
armchairs, a writing desk, TV and mini-bar. There was then the bedroom
with a nice double bed, two night tables, and a chest of drawers with
another TV. The bathroom was wide, and there was a tub, a separated
shower box, the lavabo and the WC. The windows of all the rooms had
stained glasses in shapes of octagons and squares. All was very
agreeable, clean and comfortable.

During those vacations I didn't intend to play "the tourist" but just to
relax and have a good rest. I really needed it. The agreeable atmosphere
of that hotel was already a first positive element that I liked very
much and that made me feel at once at my ease and relaxed.

As I got there in the early afternoon, somewhat tired also because of
the long flight, I decided to have a good sleep. Then at around 7:30
p.m. I got up, took a good and long shower, and decided to go and try
out one of the restaurants of the hotel. In fact I was still feeling too
lazy to go out and explore the city in search of a restaurant.

I ordered a dish of game meat (which is meat from hunted animals rather
than from a farm) served with a sauce made from fruits found in woods,
with a garniture of vegetables au gratin, a local red wine and a choice
of bread baked by the house. The service was impeccable, friendly and
respectful. The food was wonderful, the price reasonable. Back to my
room I watched TV for a while in the living room; then later I hit the
bed, satisfied with that first stretch of day.

My first impression had been positive. The town reminded me somewhat of
the American cities Ð straight streets crossing at a right angle, open,
the buildings well spaced and low, mainly mono-familiar houses, the
commercial district with the Mall, the post office and so on. But the
people were different from that of the States. They seemed, also for
their accent, more Britannic, even though compared with English people,
they seemed friendlier and less formal.

On the following morning I woke up at around ten o'clock, after a good
restoring sleep. I got up, waiting for lunchtime. I watched again some
TV while munching some hazelnuts I found in the mini-bas. When I am at
home I watch very little TV, but when I am abroad I like watching it, as
it gives me a particular vision of the place I am in.

Later, I dressed and went to the restaurant. To my surprise, It was
closed. I read the sign near its door that said all the restaurant of my
hotels were open for all the evening for supper but that they were open
only on Fridays and weekends for lunch.

I therefore went to the reception to ask them where they would advise me
to go to eat. They told me to go to the Merival centre as there I would
find several restaurants. I went and after a walk of about ten minutes I
was there. There were many shops, a few bars, but I couldn't see any
restaurant. I was about to ask again some passers-by for information,
when I saw a McDonald's . The idea didn't appeal to me very much, but on
the other side I was feeling hungry and didn't feel like searching any
longer.

So I, even though reluctantly, went in. I took my tray and paid for my
food, looked around to choose a place to sit down. There were few
customers. I went to a corner of the hall when I noticed a boy that had
just sat down and was starting to eat. To say that the boy seemed to me
beautiful would be an understatement. He was fascinating and extremely
sensual.

He was dressed in that "casual" way characterized by the youths of his
age, bright colours, wide and comfortable clothes, the unfailing gym
shoes. He had beautiful waved hair, of a light brown colour, clear eyes
and long hands with tapered fingers.

He was looking out of the hall's glasses with a serious, absorbed
expression. I thought that he was possibly waiting for somebody. His
lips looked soft and sensualÉ lips to be kissed, I thought with growing
desire.

I sat in a position from where I could look at him at ease, but without
being too conspicuous. Between him and me there was a low partition full
of green plants on top, and another row of seats, totally empty. I was
near enough to admire him at full ease, but not too close.

I started to eat, but didn't lose sight of him for a single moment. My
god, wasn't he beautiful! I really enjoyed looking at his thoughtful but
serene and perfect face. I admired his ears, the line of his jaws, his
lips, the straight nose and his eyes so clear and yet so deep, the
almost straight and well-separated eyebrowsÉ as well as his hands. All
the rest of him was clad in a way that didn't let me guess anything
about his body.

I would have liked to find a pretext to buttonhole him, to talk with
him, toÉ sound him. It was possible because it had been a long time
since I had any sexual encounters, after Naomitsu went to study abroad;
or possibly because I was alone, in fact I didn't know anybody in New
Zealand, but I would have loved getting acquainted to that magnificent
boy.

I could understand very well that I could have just the chance of a
hundredth, or even only a thousandth, to get to have an adventure with
him, but I thought that even if getting to know him was all I got, it
would be something agreeable.

But that boy finished eating before me; he stood up, put away his tray
on the proper shelf and went out. On an impulse, I would have liked to
follow himÉ but I told myself it would have been silly, so I finnied my
meal, remaining quietly in my seat. But once in a while I looked where
that magnificent boy was sitting just beforeÉ and now the hall seemed to
me even emptier than before.

That boy had deeply hit me, had lit up my fantasy, had aroused my
desire. I didn't go to New Zealand with the purpose of finding some
adventures, but I would have had one with that boy more than willingly!

That day was not too cold; and even though the sky was clouded, it
wasn't raining, so when I finished my meal I went out and decided to
have a long walk towards the town centre.

I went back to the hotel at evening. After a good reinvigorating shower,
I went again at the same restaurant where I ate the evening before. The
waiter recognised me and welcomed me with a wide smile, and this pleased
me. A waiter or a shop assistant who only sees a customer a second time
and already makes them feel like an habituŽ is competent for their job.

I dined again very well. I paid and left a tip to the waiter. I went to
my room, watched again some TV then hit the bed, like I did the previous
night.

On the following morning, which was Tuesday 4th, when I got up I saw
that it was raining. I decided therefore to stay in my room to watch
some TV until lunchtime, and then to go again to eat at that McDonald's.
Honestly, I wasn't in the hope of seeing again the beautiful young man
that had hit me so much the other day.

When I started to feel somewhat hungry, I dressed and went out. It had
stopped raining, and therefore I left my folded umbrella inside my
shoulder sack that I had with me.

I walked quietly and reached the McDonald's; I went in, gave my order,
took the tray and went to sit in the same place as the day before. The
beautiful boy was not there.

I was starting to eat, when he came inÉ and he sat exactly at the same
place like he did the previous day. I therefore restarted to have a look
at him. I really liked him too much. He was so sexy! We ate, each at his
own table, and I again was not loosing sight of him for a single moment.
The young man, looking around, shortly crossed my glance a couple of
times. But he usually looked out of the wide glass walls, towards the
street.

We finished eating almost at the same time. He was going on looking
outside. He started to rummage with a hand in the left pocket of his
trousers and took out of it a packet of Marlboro Red that he kept in his
hand, leaning it at the side of his thigh, under the table, turning it
over and over in his hand.

In that restaurant there was the "no smoking" signÉ could that boy not
have seen it? It could be a good pretext to buttonhole himÉ

The boy rummaged in the right pocket of his trousers and took out the
lighter, that he kept in his hand leaning it on his right thigh, under
the table. From my position I could clearly see both his hands.

He didn't light a cigarette therefore he possibly knew that smoking was
forbidden there. But he evidently wanted to smoke. He looked around
almost as to check if somebody had noticed his maneuver, almost as if he
hoped he could smoke stealthily. His eyes crossed again mine. I smiled
at him.

Lowering my eyes on his hands, then looking again in his eyes, I said
him, "I like a good cigarette after a meal, too. But hereÉ we have to go
out first."

He nodded, then said, "YesÉ if it wasn't rainingÉ"

I looked outside and saw that it had started to rain again. I had been
so absorbed in looking at him that I didn't notice.

"I have a folded umbrella in my sackÉ" I then said, hoping he caught my
implicit invitation.

"Better than nothingÉ AndÉ may I come and share it with you for a
stretch of the street - so that we can have time to smoke a cigarette
together?"

"More than willingly." I answered feeling my heart accelerate in my
chest.

He nodded with a smile. We stood up and put the trays on the rack. On
the door, while I was opening my sack and taking out the umbrella, he
took out his hand.

"Graeme. My name is Graeme Lynn."

"How do you do?" I answered shaking his hand and I liked his hold, or
rather it thrilled me. "My name is Sergio Bacchelli."

"Ah, so I'm right to think you are a foreigner. Spanish?"

"No, an Italian."

"You speak very good English. Are you here for work?"

"No, on vacations."

We went out, I opened my umbrella and we were about to light our
cigarettes when IÉ flung myself.

"Listen, my hotel his close to here. If you have time, we can smoke in
peace there, sitting in the warmth and possibly having a drink. Are you
game?"

"If it's not a trouble for youÉ But don't you have anything to do, any
programs?"

"Not I, and you?"

"Me neither."

So I took him to the hotel, in my room.

"Wow! It's wide here. Unlike the small room I rentÉ"

"Ah, don't you live with your family?"

"No, my folks live in the south. I've just graduated from the
university. I came to Christchurch to look for a job. But also to get
away from my family, from my ambience. In a small town you are always
under the sight of everybodyÉ But you, what's your job, in Italy?"

"I? It's been nine years now since I left Italy. I flew here from Tokyo,
I am a teacher of Italian Language and Literature at the University
there."

"Ah; do you like it?"

"I like teaching; somewhat less living in Tokyo."

"Do you live there with your family?"

"No, alone. I am divorced and my daughter, who is more or less your age,
married. Therefore, I am againÉ a free man." I said with a smile. Then I
asked him, "And you?"

"Me? Me what?"

"Are you singleÉ or are you planning to marry soon?"

"If I have a girlfriend? No. Nothing serious, at least. And I don't
intend to think about it, at least for the moment."

We were sitting on the sofa, side by side, but our bodies were not
touching. We were slowly smoking. Once in a while one of us bent
forwards toward the low table to put off the ash. We were chatting. And
I was increasingly feeling desire towards him.

While talking, from time to time he smiled and his smile brightened his
beautiful face, making it seem even more fascinating.

I felt several times tempted to stretch out an arm, to lean it on his
shoulders, or to put it around his waist, to pull him towards me and
glide closer to him, to kiss himÉ But I didn't do it, in spite of my
gradually growing desire.

We talked, drank and smoked again. We were talking about everthing,
about him, about New Zealand, about me, about Japan, about him, about
Italy, about meÉ

To me it was evident that we were exploring each other, at least on an
intellectual level. I was clearly interested in him, but he also seemed
interested in me. And he was smiling to me more and more often.

Inside me something was changing. If at first what pushed me towards him
had been the desire to be able to have a good fuck with him, I was now
starting to hope for something better and something more Ð I hoped I
could make love with him. The more we talked and the more I liked that
boy, besides the sheer physical attraction.

And yet I was all but sure if he could be interested in me also on a
sexual level. I say "also" because it was anyway clear he liked spending
his time with me, talking with me.

Time flew so fast that only the need to turn on the lamp to see each
other made us aware of what time it was.

"Oh, it got really lateÉ I stole lots of your time. It would be better I
leave you in peace, now."

"No, Graeme, you stole nothing; on the contrary, you made me spend a
really agreeable time."

"Thank you."

"Do you really have to go? Do you have an engagement?"

"No, I've got no plansÉ" he answered, hesitating.

"So, thenÉ why don't you stay for supper with me? It is on me. Here at
the hotel's restaurant they have a really good kitchenÉ"

"You're too kindÉ"

"To me it would be a real pleasure being able to spend some more time
with youÉ"

"The same for meÉ WellÉ Okay, I thank you."

"Are you already feeling hungry, or would you like to eat later?"

"It's fine with me. When you feel like itÉ"

Graeme had now a more relaxed air, he was evidently feeling at ease with
me. At time he laughed for one of my witticisms or for one of his ownÉ
and I desired him with increasing intensity.

We went to have supper. We chatted more, about Italian, Japanese, New
Zealand's kitchen, about the tips to give or not to give (Italy and New
Zealand are quite similar about this point Ð tippping is not a must like
it is in the United States, but just a way to express appreciation for a
service better than usual), and about other trivialities.

But now, possibly because we were sitting in front of each other, we
could look more frequently in each other eyes. A kind ofÉ intimacy had
started between us, and I was feeling even more attracted to him.

After the supper, I invited him to spend some more time with me, in my
suite. He accepted at once, with simplicity. I was determined to let him
understand my desire before he leaved me. It's now or never, I told
myself.

"Let's see if there's a good movie on TV "

"Why not." he answered.

We were again sitting side by side in front of the TV set, on the sofa.
Again our bodies were not touching.

"Do you want a cigarette?" I asked him.

"What do you smoke?"

"Japanese tobacco. The Mild Seven."

"I've never tasted them. Are they strong?"

"Medium taste."

"Well, yes, thank you." he said.

But I, instead of giving him a cigarette, took two of them, put them
between my lips, lighted both and then put the filter of one near his
lips. He had a slightly surprised expression at my gesture, but then
smiled and took the cigarette filter between his lips.

He then asked me, "Is this an Italian - or a Japanese usage?"

I smiled and answered, "Neither of them, just a friendly gesture."

"Or an... intimate gesture?" he asked me with another smile.

"Or an intimate gesture." I then confirmed.

Graeme didn't say anything more and for some time he seemed engrossed in
watching the movie. To break the silence, I offered him a drink and he
accepted. I stood up, went to the mini-bar and filled two glasses. I put
one of them on the low table in front of him and sat again near himÉ but
this time so that my shoulder brushed against his, and my leg touched
his leg.

"To our health!" I proposed a toast.

He took his glass, touched mine with it, and looked in my eyes.

"Cheerio!" he almost whispered.

"I am glad having met you, having got to know you." I said and felt that
my voice was almost quivering.

"I'm glad tooÉ" he said in a low voice.

"And I'm happy that you are still here with me." I added.

"YesÉ" he said without moving his eyes from mine.

I then put my glass on the table, took his glass from his hands and put
it down as well.

I gently took his face between my hands and, moving my face closer to
his, murmured, with emotion, "I would like to kiss you, Graeme."

"Yes..." he said closing his eyes and stretching his face towards me.

Our lips met, brushed lightly, opened a little, unitedÉ Our tongues
searched each other and played for some time, then we both were lost in
a long, hot, deep and tasty kiss.

I was trembling for the emotion. He came close to me, his hands glided
on my back. We stood up, turning to face each other, and tightly hugged,
our legs intertwined and finally we felt the warmth and the erection of
each other.

"Graeme, I want youÉ" I murmured, my voice full of passion.

"YesÉ" he answered in a whisper, kissed me again and pressed more
strongly against me.

We glided again on the sofa, but I on top of him. He caressed my nape
and back. I caressed his sides and hips. He shuddered and I too
shuddered in reponse.

His eyes were clear and shining like stars on a winter's sky; his lips
were sweet and warm; his body searched for mine.

"Do you really want me?" he asked me in a whisper.

"From the first time I saw you."

"Yesterday at the McDonald's?"

"Did you notice me?"

"Yes. And I felt desire for you, too, yesterday at lunch. But I really
didn't think that... that we could meet again, that it would be possible
to meet."

"Would you come in the other room, Graeme?"

"Sure."

"AndÉ will you spend all the night with me?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"ComeÉ" I said standing up, interrupting that sweet contact between our
bodies almost regretfully, but foretasting the night that awaited us.

I switched off the TV set and led him inato the bedroom. Standing at the
side of the wide bed, I embraced him keeping him tight against me and
kissed him again. I then started to undress him. He was all a quiver in
my arms, and at once he too started to undress me.

It feels good to have his skin under my hands; it feel good to have his
hands on my skin, while our clothes were falling in disorder on the
floor. It feels good to look into his shining eyes, accentuated by his
smile.

When I finally opened the buckle of his belt and opened the fly of his
trousers, I lowered one hand and slipped it under his underpants to test
his shuddering erection, to finger it, to enjoy the strong heat
emanating from it, while my other hand caressed the two small and firm
mounds of his buttocks. Graeme trembled.

His legs seemed to yield and he went down to suck my nipples, first one
and then the other, while his hands were exploring my body. He then
lowered some more and through the cloth of my trousers he gently
squeezed with his teeth my fully erected hose. I moaned.

His feverish hands opened my trousers and pulled them down, together
with my underpants, to my knees. His lips seized my now-naked rod,
passing on it, up and down, on its side, then up until they leaned on
the shuddering glans, still covered by the prepuce skin.

"Goodness do I like you!" he exclaimed in a whisper; then his lips went
again to seize my virile member.

His lips parted, and let all my pole slip inside his mouth squeezed by
his lips so to maked it glide down the orifice, until my glans, so
freed, tickled his throat and the tip of his nose was pressed against
the tuft of hairs of my groin.

I moaned aloud, seized by a strong pleasure, and looked downwards. His
head started bobbing back and forth and I could see my rod slipping in
and out of his mouth Ð it was an extremely erotic sight.

I caressed his hair and gently scratched the nape of his neck as one
does with a kitten; he moaned and went on to move his head back and
forth, moving his tongue against the lower side of my hard hose.

After some of these delightful attentions, I bent a little and seized
him by under his armpits, forcing him to stand up and to abandon my
virile member. He looked at me with a questioning expression. I pushed
him on the bed, freed him of his shoes, socks, then of his trousers and
underpants, and I too hurriedly freed myself of mine.

I then went on the bed, lying on top of him. I embraced and deeply
kissed him while brushing my totally naked body against his, my hard rod
against his own.

He girdled my waist with his legs adhering against me and moving so that
his hot and hard pole brushed against my belly, while my rod as hard as
marble slipped between his thighs, insinuated between his small sinewy
buttocks.

"Screw me, SergioÉ" he whispered with a low and sensual voice.

"Yes, laterÉ" I answered, determined not to let end too soon that
delightful contact.

"You are so strongÉ I need to feel you inside meÉ" he insisted.

"You are a wonderful boy, I really want to take youÉ" I answered and
kissed him again.

He answered to my kiss like a thirsty man, and started to suck my tongue
that was sinking and retracting from his mouth almost as if I was
tongue-fucking him. Graeme moved his pelvis so to brush the furrow
between his spread buttocks and the hidden small hole against my rod
which was hard as steel and palpitating because of the desire to sink
inside him.

Graeme gently twisted my nipples and smiled radiantly at my pleasure
moan. I went down to suck his small and flat nipples, and he darted for
the pleasure. I went further down, licking his firm and hollow belly,
lingering for some moments on his navel; then I went further down and
did another stop on his beautiful pole from which came the agreeable
scent of a male in rut, then gently sucked his firm testicles, one at a
time, kneading them in my mouth between the tongue and the palate.

The beautiful boy was tossing on my bed, seized by an intense pleasure.
I opened my way between his thighs making him spread them well, and
licked them on the inner side, and I finally reached my goal Ð the warm,
small palpitating hole hidden in the folds of his hairless and smooth
buttocks. He panted and spread his small mounds with both hands, to give
me better access.

I started to lick his anus, at times rimming it, at times pushing with
the tongue tip at its centre so to make him gradually relax. Graeme was
panting strongly and all his body was trembling.

"Screw meÉ" he begged me again.

"SoonÉ" I murmured in answer and resumed to work his anus, preparing him
to the forthcoming invasion.

"OhÉ Screw me, pleaseÉ I can't take it any moreÉ" the wonderful boy
moaned again, caressing my hair.

"YesÉ sureÉ" I answered going on to prepare him and to open him with the
tip of my tongue and with my fingers.

He pulled his knees against his chest, pushing them at his sides and
well steady, his legs pointing upwards. Now that he was folded and his
bottom was stretched out and ready, his small, palpitating and
well-exposed hole was fully offered to my cares.

I then slipped a condom on my incredibly hard and impatient rod, and
went again on top of him, embracing and keeping him tight, while the tip
of my rod found his hot flesh rose-bud in waiting, and our lips united
again.

I pushed. The hole seemed to resist. I pushed harder but my rod slipped
away. He then took it with a hand and aimed it again on the target. His
eyes were begging me to penetrate him. I pushed again and this time; I
felt his sphincter slowly dilate, open and widen while I was finally
sinking inside him and started to invade him. While he was opening for
me, a radiant smile was blooming on his beautiful face.

Graeme started to push against me almost to accelerate my penetration,
to make it become deeper, and only when he felt my pubes pressed against
his small buttocks did he stop and exhale a satisfied sigh. I looked
into his eyes and he smiled at me.

"It's so goodÉ" he murmured.

"YesÉ" I agreed.

I lowered to kiss him again and while my tongue was fucking his mouth,
my pelvis started to move back and forth in a slow and deep rhythm. I
could feel my pole slip in and out of his tight and warm channel. Each
time I moved back, his sphincter tightened on my tool and each time I
sank again inside him, it relaxed and he slightly tossed his pelvis, so
giving me the most agreeable sensations. When my rod brushed against and
massaged his prostate, Graeme emitted a pleasant moan.

His fingers were tirelessly playing with my nipples, underlined my
sides, glided along my spine, and caressed my neck and my shoulders in a
dance of blazing passion.

I gradually increased my rhythm and the vigour of my pushes and he
moaned louder, seized by a pleasure certainly not less than mine.

When I parted my lips from his, and straightened up a little to impress
more vigour to my pushes, I starting to brush his nipples, erect and
hard like two small chickpeas.

He underlined each of my lunges with a "yesÉ" murmured in a very low
voice, but loaded with passion.

His eyes were luminous, shone, and it seemed to me that Graeme had such
a beauty as I never saw before, so much that it moved me and make me
feel a knot in my throat Ð that wonderful young man was giving himself
entirely, completely to me. Just a few hours ago we were two strangers,
and yet we were now so intimately united!

"Oh, SergioÉ go onÉ go onÉ yesÉ soÉ" he moaned tossing his head left and
right on the pillow, his face reddened for the pleasure.

His body was covered by a light veil of tiny and thick droplets of
sweat, his hands were clawing with a sweet vigour my back, tense in
taking him, his pelvis moved synchronously as mine in order to make my
pushes even more vigorous and deeper.

"Oh, SergioÉ I amÉ I am almostÉ IÉ ohÉ ohÉ here I comeÉ" he panted all
of a sudden in a kind of passionate wailing.

I felt his pole palpitate between our bellies, spurt, and then I too
abandoned myself, ceasing to control myself, and with a set of strong
pushes, I unloaded inside him, in his warm depth, moaning in my turn
almost in a counterpoint to his pleasure moans.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2

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