Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2012 08:11:45 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Journey to New Zealand 4/6 (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 4 - Two tender boys

A day we went to visit the national park of Arthur's Pass. It is an
alpine park, with steep mountains cut by deep valleys at whose bottoms
run fast torrents. The flora is wonderful, and on the west mountainsides
that are the most humid, the valleys are really beautiful and full of
evergreen trees.

Sitting on the grass, Graeme asked me to tell him about when I became
aware I am gay. So I told him.

Since my childhood I felt always attracted much more to the male figures
than the female ones. Physically men seemed to me much more beautiful
and attractive than women, and this was much before the sexual stimuli
awakened in me.

A day, I was at a classmate's home to study and we were both fourteen
years old. We were alone at home. He took out a pornographic magazine
that he had bought in secret, with men and women engaging in various
sexual activities. It was then that I became aware that I was getting
aroused looking at the naked men and not at the naked women as the
contrary happened to my mate. I already knew, from hearsay, that there
existed homosexual people. In those times the word gay was not yet used
in ItalyÉ

That day I clearly understood that I am gay, but this fact didn't hit me
at all, I at once accepted that fact and also understood that I would
never change it. My classmate told me with a giggle that he got a
hard-onÉ I told him that I got one too, but without telling him that it
was for the men in the pictures. He then touched me thereÉ in a short
while, we were masturbating each other, going on to look at those
pictures.

After that first time we did it together again, and each time we pushed
our sexual explorations a little farther, until we also started to give
each other head, and finally also to mutually put it in each other's
bottom. We were enjoying it. But then he started doing it also with a
girl and finally stopped doing it with me, as he preferred doing it with
her much better.

I was sixteen when I stopped doing it with my classmate. I started to
look around to find other boys with whom I could do it. Amongst
classmates the rumour was that the "fags" were gathering in a certain
park to fuck, so I started to go there. But I wasn't able to meet
anybody, possibly because I could go there only in the day time and on
the contrary, as I understood later, the encounters happened only at
nightÉ

In summer time, during the school vacations, I started to attend the
municipal pool that was not far away from my home. I met there a
twenty-one-year-old boy. The first time we met in the shower room, where
he and I were alone. We looked at each other, he smiled to me, we
started to chatÉ he was showing a nice hard-on and I was not able to
move away my eyes off it. And also my peg gradually hardened and raised
its head.

When he noticed it, he smiled, stretched out a hand and touched it,
inviting me to touch his tool tooÉ He told me he liked me, he wanted to
do something with meÉ But it was too dangerous to do it there, in any
moment somebody could come in. For some times we met there in the pool
and also outside, but none of us had a place where we could go to do it,
even though both of us were feeling increasingly the desire of doing it.

Then a day he told me that one of his university mates gave him the key
of his mansard room, thinking that his friend wanted to take there his
girlfriendÉ So finally we could make love, on a bed. I have to say that
I was somewhat disappointed, as that guy was only caring about his own
pleasure and so I felt used by him. But I held out, as he was the only
one with whom I could do it, and anyway he had a nice body.

He then led me to a gay bar where he introduced me to other people. So I
knew a twenty-six years old boy from Genoa and another from Novara, who
was twenty-four. I felt attracted to them at once, but anyway I didn't
fall in love with any of them. The boy from Genoa came often in my town
for his work, so we met, went together at the bar, or for a walk, at the
moviesÉ When we went to the movies in the morning, the theatre was
almost empty, so we were going to sit on the gallery, at the last rows,
and there we were able to do something, just opening our trousersÉ Even
if somebody came there, we would see him in time to tidy ourselves.

But with that boy from Genoa it didn't last long. He liked me a lot, but
it was not possible to go on meeting so in hiding and quickly, our eyes
all the time on the heavy velvet curtains that were the access to the
lower part of the galleryÉ So at last we stopped meeting.

With Paolo, the boy from Novara, it went better. He too attended the
university, and he had rented a room with two university mates. So at
times he could take me there, when he knew that the other two were not
at home. His mates knew he was gay, therefore there was no problem.
Anyway we always shut ourselves inside, so that if one of his mates was
back he wouldn't have caught us in the middle of the action. We went
into their bedroom, undressed ourselves then went on the bed of Paolo
and started to make love.

He liked both being a top and a bottom, and this suited me. The only
problem with him was that, besides when we met to have a good fuck, we
didn't have any other moments in common. So after some time I got tired
of him too. In fact what I was looking for wasÉ love and not just sex.

Love has always been rather important in my vision of life and while I
was growing up, it was rather becoming increasingly important. Moreover
I like guys rather tall, with an athletic body but not too muscular,
swollen in a gym, and guys who have a rather manly but gentle aspectÉ
and I like boys with a good sense of humour and an healthy joyfulness.

We were not in love, and I knew that he was not faithful to meÉ so I
decided then I neither was bound to be faithful to him, and started
again to look around. I so began to have other meetings, some were just
a one time fuck, others were more lasting.

After that boy from Novara graduated and went back to live in his
hometown, I met the first boy with whom I really fell in love. He was
twenty-three years old, his name was Marcello and he worked as a sales
representative for bathing products Ð soap, bath gel, shampooingÉ He was
touring with a van which always smelled of bathing gel. Not unpleasant.

In the back of his van he had a foldable beach bed in synthetic foam. We
parked somewhere, closed ourselves in it, opened the mattress, undressed
and made love in there. I liked the thought that there were passers-by
outside, unaware that a few centimetres from them two naked boys were
making love.

I was saying that I fell in love with him, and also he for me. At times
he came to wait for me out of my school. I got in his van, he drove for
some time to find a quiet place to park; then we went on the back part
of the van that was separated from the two front seats only by a
curtain. We liked to slowly undress each other while caressing, kissing,
licking each other here and there until we both were fully aroused and
horny.

He liked to take me the first, made me go on all fours then hammered in
me with a will. He came fast - he usually was so excited that in a few
minutes he reached the orgasm. Then it was my turn to take him. I liked
it better when he lay on his back and raised his legs, because I liked
to look at his face while I was taking him. And it was taking to me some
more time than he did to reach an orgasm. Even though our way of making
love was something of a routine, I liked doing it with him as a whole.

Also because afterwards we lay down for some time, embraced and cuddled
each other whispered silly things, but that increased our intimacy. When
it was cold, in those moments of passion we didn't feel any of that cold
weather, but after making love, he spread on top of us a soft and warm
woollen blanket and for some time we remained curled under it.

But then Marcello found a good job in France, so he went away. After
him, I had some more storiesback in Italy, as well as in Japan, but
nothing really lasted and really satisfied one hundred per centÉ unlike
what had started between Graeme and meÉ

Graeme asked me, "Do you think it's important to be faithful, when
you're with some one and in love?"

"I think it is. I don't mean so much as just physical fidelity, but that
of the heart. One could possibly even have a small adventure, even
though it can be dangerous because it can put in a crisis the love one
feels for his companion. And what about you? Do you think it is
necessary to be faithful?"

"I think it isÉ even though I agree with you. If an adventure hits you
in a peculiar way, if you feel 'too much' attracted to the other, be it
physically or for his character, the fidelity asks you to cease at once
that new relation. MoreoverÉ I would be upset if my lover went with
another man when I was thereÉ But possibly it would not be the case, if
we were far away from each other, for a long timeÉ"

"I think that if one is really in love with his mate, he can't even
become aware of the existence of other boys. I mean, of course one
cannot avoid noticing a handsome and likeable boy, he cannot help
appreciating him, but I think that he can't even just imagine having him
in his bed. Fidelity is not something one has to impose to himself, but
something that comes spontaneously from the heartÉ" I told him.

"Agreed. And you, what do you look for, in a lover?"

"Do you see, Graeme, not only good sex, but also and above all respect,
friendship, absolute sincerity, patience, availabilityÉ all qualities
that I feel you possessÉ and this is why I am so in love with youÉ" I
said tenderly caressing his hand and looking into his eyes.

"And the desire to journey their lives together, to build their lives as
one, and to adapt to the other little by littleÉ I think if a couple
lives together long enough for years, the two would come to increasingly
resemble each other in every wayÉ don't you think?"

"Yes, although each of them remains himself. A diversity that growingly
becomes complementarity, I think."

"You're rightÉ And each of the two has to go towards the other one, and
not trying to change the other one."

Yes, we had the same vision and this filled me with joy. But we would
have soon to part and this filled me with sadness. To break that painful
feeling of helplessness and sadness, we stood up and started to walk, in
silence, hand in hand, climbing up, out of the track, through the wood.

We were walking in silence, when Graeme squeezed my hand, stopped and
made me stop. He made me sign to keep silent and I followed the
direction of his eyes, while he moved to the side as I followed him.
When we got behind a thicket of bushes I had just the time to see what
attracted his attention.

Just a little lower than where we were, there were two boys, possibly
both eighteen years old. They both had their trousers lowered to their
hips and the T-shirt raised to their chests. They were standing, one of
them wearing a blue T-shirt and leaning against a tree, and the other
one embracing him, brushing against him and kissing him on the mouth.
Near to them on the ground were two small black excursion rucksacks,
identical, that kind that the boys of their age use also when they go to
school to carry their books.

I am not a voyeur, but it was good to look at those two boys, and
looking at them I got aroused. Then the boy in front of the one leaning
with his shoulders against the tree, crouched down and started to lick
and kiss the beautiful hard pole of his companion, who also leaned his
head against the tree and closed his eyes, evidently enjoying the
treatment that his companion was lavishing on him.

The boy who was crouching down, and who was wearing a red t-shirt,
raised his hands to tease the nipples of his mate, then made the nice
hard pole of his companion slip entirely inside his mouth, and started
to bob his head back and forth. His thick and soft hair, blond like ripe
wheat, were lightly waving with each movement of his head.

It was a really beautiful scene, there amidst the nature, where the
sunrays filtered between the trees' branches creating a suggestive
pattern of shadows and light. The boy leaning against the three was
caressing the head and shoulders of his companion. All was happening in
an enchanted silence, broken only by the birds' calls and by the murmur
of a not-far-away torrent that was running in a set of small falls.

I looked at Graeme and saw that he was engrossed by the scene we were
looking at, and that a light smile with a tender shadow was fluttering
on his beautiful face. I caught his attention by touching him on the
shoulder. He turned towards me and smiled. I approached my head to his
and kissed him on the mouth; he returned his kiss with heat and passion.
With a hand I went down to caress him between his legs and with pleasure
felt that he too had a good hard-on.

We again looked towards the two boys. The one in the red T-shirt, still
crouching on the ground, was going on to suck the pole of his companion.
It was nice seeing that beautiful pole of firm flesh disappear and
reappear between the lips of that boy. Each time he pushed forwards his
head, he pushed his nose towards the dark and thick hair of his
companion's groin, and slightly shook his head left and right. His
companion emitted faint moans that we could barely hear. The scene was
highly erotic.

Then they parted, said something to each other in a low voice - we could
hear their voice but could not figure out the words - and then swapped
their positions; and this time the boy with the blue T-shirt crouched in
front of his companion who leaned against the tree, and started to give
him head with the same devotion.

Graeme whispered at my ear, "They are beautiful, aren't they?"

"Yes, beautiful and tenderÉ" I agreed in a low voice.

"Which one do you like better?" Graeme asked again in a whisper.

"I don't knowÉ possibly the one wearing the blue T-shirt and with dark
hair."

"Yes, I too. But also the other one is handsome, isn't he?"

"YesÉ" I answered him and signalled him to be silent.

We started again to watch the two boys. The one crouching down stood up,
and they were now hugging and kissing, the hands of both on the buttocks
of the other, their bodies close and brushing with clear passion and
pleasure. I asked myself if they were just two occasional partners
amusing themselves or if they were loversÉ who knows?

Suddenly, coming from who knows where, a man in his forty, big and
muscular, was near the two boys. He was wearing a shirt of red and black
plaid pattern, jeans and boots, and he had an axe on his shoulder. We
heard his loud and low voice.

"Hey, you two little faggots, where the fuck do you think you are? At
your home?" he said.

The two boys hurriedly parted and tried to pull up their trousers, but
the man stopped them with a brusque gesture.

"Freeze there, if you don't want troubles." he brusquely ordered.

The two boys were looking at him, more worried than scared. One of them
looked around, possibly looking for a way ro escape.

That man drew closer to them, "So, you like sucking cocks, I saw thatÉ
and possibly also taking it in your arses, don't you?" he asked in a
sarcastic tone.

The two boys didn't yet utter a word.

The man then said, "What's the matter, your toungues too sore after
sucking each other? Answer me, little faggots, do you like to take it in
your arse, too?"

"Leave us in peace, pleaseÉ" the boy with the red T-shirt said, but not
in a begging tone.

"Oh no, don't you use that tone with me, little pansy. Turn around and
made me see your small arse, go on, little whore!"

"Leave us in peace." The boy repeated and bent down to pull up his
trousers.

But the man rudely seized his arm and jerked him, "I told you to turn
around, you piece of shit!" he yelled. "And you," he said to the other
boy, "now you open my fly, pull out my cock, wet it with your mouth;
then I'll fuck your boyfriend." he said in an authoritative tone.

"Go fuck yourself!" the boy with the blue T-shirt answered him.

The man let go the other, and menacingly raised his axe.

At that point Graeme and I looked at each other, and hurriedly went out
of our hiding place and went down decidedly towards the trio. When we
were close to them, all three became aware of us. The man lowered his
axe and looked at us with harshness.

"What the fuck do you want, you two?" he asked, menacingly.

Graeme spoke, "We are journalists," he invented and pointed at the Nikon
camera I had at my neck, "and we saw and took pictures of all the scene.
Now, either you leave immediately these two boys alone and go away,
running, or we report you." he said in a determined tone.

"But these two were doing filthy things here in the parkÉ and I am an
employee of the Conservation Department, andÉ"

"And you wanted to take advandtage of them! Do you want a report for
menaces?"

"I can report them forÉ"

"No, because you will have the witness of four people against yours, and
there are also the pictures we took, in which you used your axe against
themÉ it is you who will end up in jail, I can assure you, not these two
boys. Now hurry and go away and don't show here any more!" Graeme
insisted in a hard tone.

The man frowned at us, leaned the axe on his shoulder again and went
down the valley at a fast pace, without adding any more words and
without turning back. Finally the two boys pulled up their trousers and
tidied themselves up.

Then the boy with the blue T-shirt, looked at us and said, "Thank youÉ
you came just in timeÉ that man wanted to rape usÉ"

"Yes, we were aware or that. We've been watching you two for some time."
Graeme said with a smile.

The boy wearing the red T-shirt commented, "ThenÉ you saw everythingÉ"
and blushed.

"Well, yes, we saw enoughÉ and we thought that you were really
beautiful, while you guys were making love."

"You don'tÉ you don't judge us as two perverts, then?" asked again the
boy with the red T-shirt.

"We? No, because we like doing the same kind of things tooÉ We're both
gay, boys. So, no worries." Graeme explained with a smile.

"Well, we've been lucky, then!" the boy with the blue T-shirt said with
an audible sight and for the first time he hinted a smile.

We introduced ourselves. The blond boy was Keith and was eighteen years
old, his companion was Arden and was seventeen. They told us their
story. Both of them lived in Greymouth, a few blocks away from each
other. They were schoolmates and they were lovers for two years. It had
been Arden who seduced Keith, assiduously courting him for almost six
months.

Arden saw Keith at the school entrance and at once was hit by him, felt
incredibly attracted to him. Arden was already aware of his being gay,
but he didn't yet have any sexual experience with anybody, not even the
mutual masturbation with a mate. But he at once fell in love with Keith
and decided to conquer him.

Both of them were fond of rugby and so they became friends. They started
to go to watch the matches together, and Arden became a member of the
school rugby team where Keith was already playing. A day, after the
training, Keith invited Arden to his home to show him his collection of
autographed pictures of the players of the national team. At his home,
there was nobody else. They were looking at the pictures, lying on their
belly on Keith's bed, when Arden suddenly embraced his companion and
kissed him on the mouth.

Keith at first was so astounded that he stiffenedÉ but then he finally
returned his kisses. Then Arden told him he was in love with him and
that he wanted to become his boyfriend, the first one with whom to make
love.

Keith also knew he was gay, and he had already had a few experiences
with two team mates who weren't gay, but who had sex with him just to
relieve themselves, even though they didn't despise him for being gay.
But Keith never had experience with another gay boy before, and even
less with somebody telling him he was love with him, and not just
wanting to have a fuck.

So they made love that first day, and gradually Keith also fell in love
with Arden. But apart from that first time, the two boys were almost
never alone at home therefore they had difficulty meeting to make love
with the necessary privacy. They were fitting very well together, and
their families didn't suspect a thing about the real nature of their
friendship, and they even saw their assembling with a good eye. But the
two boys were feeling the natural need to show each other their love
physically as well.

So they started to do excursions and when they could find a sufficiently
remote place, they granted themselves some moments of tender intimacy,
like that day when we first saw them - and also the woodsmanÉ In the
cold months they were unable to have such opportunities as frequently.
At times they were lucky and making excursions in the mountains they
could find an alpine refuge and if there was nobody else they could
quietly make love.

They were longing for the day when Arden also came of age, when they
could leave their houses and live together, even at the price of ceasing
their studies and having to find a job to be able to support themselves.
Their families, in fact, mainly that of Arden, would react badly at the
news that they were gay and loved each other and wanted to live
together.

Keith's father was a doctor, the owner of a private clinic and his
mother was also a doctor. He had two brothers and a sister. Arden's
father was the owner of a liqueur shop and his mother was a housewife.
Arden had only an elder sister, who was about to get married.

They asked us if we were really reporters and if I really took the
picturesÉ Graeme laughed and told them that neither of the two things we
said was true, he just made up everything to scare that man, and luckily
he did it. The two boys also laughed and thanked us again. Then they
wanted to know our story and we told them it.

"You are even more unlucky than us, then!" Keith said, sympathizing with
us.

"But at least during these days we can make love safely in his hotel
room." Graeme told them and added, "You have to content yourself with
whatever life has to offerÉ"

The two boys then asked us if we could take some pictures of them, of
course with their clothes on, and they also wanted to take pictures of
us. Keith gave Graeme his address, asking him to send the pictures, both
those of them and those of us.

"I hope we can stay in touch, at least through mail. Do you have an
e-mail address, you two?" Arden asked.

"I have it in Japan. Graeme not yet. Anyway, I too would like to stay in
touch with you two." I said.

"Will you write us from Japan? Possibly on one of those beautiful cards
they make thereÉ Once I saw a couple of them and they are really
beautiful." Arden then asked me.

"I promise. And at times we will also exchange some e-mails, all right?"
I said.

We went together down to the Arthur's Pas houses, where they left their
motorbikes and we left the car, and I invited them to have a meal with
us before saying goodbye.

At the lunch table, we chatted like old friends Ð the two boys were
really likable, two honest and gentle boys, and with a huge vein of
cheerfulness. Arden was physically a little less handsome than his
boyfriend, but he had a beautiful smile, and splendid teeth and eyes.
Keith was really attractive. Possibly Keith had a character gentler than
Arden's, who was anyway very kind.

We said goodbye and we went back towards Christchurch, while the two
boys were going to Greymouth. Along the way Graeme and I talked again
about those two boys, exchanging our impressions of them. We both were
moved by the story of the two boys and also happy we had been able,
thanks to Graeme stratagem, to free them from a bad situation.

In the following days we went at the Court Theatre to see the comedy
"The importance of being Earnest" and we enjoyed it a lot, even though I
did not get all the quips. Anyway, Graeme complimented me for the good
level of my English.

Then we went also to Akaroa, where we landed a ship that made the tour
of the shores, and on which we also had our lunch. The guide was a funny
boy, about twenty-five years old, slightly chubby and with a likable
face, who was constantly making witticisms, but since many were related
to local facts I could appreciate only some of them, but everybody was
laughingÉ also Graeme, and I loved looking at him laughing carefreely
and merrily. During that trip we asked some other tourists if they could
take some pictures of us.

Yes, the more we got together, the more I liked that boy, and not only
for his physical beauty, and not only for the wonderful way he made love
with me when at evening we were back to my hotel room - he had a zest
for life that agreeably contrasted with the serious and thoughtful
expression I saw he had when I saw him the first and the second time at
the McDonald's.

That day seemed already so far away, while on the contrary the day of my
departure was nearing.

Then an evening Graeme took me to the gay bar "Buddies" in Lichefield
Street. The ambience was quite likable and Graeme knew many of its
customers. He introduced me to his acquaintances and we chatted all the
evening long. Later, when we decided to go back to the hotel, one of the
boys who was sitting at our table, came close to me.

"I would like to meet you again, SergioÉ I never did it with an Italian
man." he said clear and outspoken.

"No way, Harvey, Sergio is mine!" Graeme exclaimed, looking at me with a
smile.

"WellÉ I could borrow him from you just for one nightÉ aren't we
friends?" that boy retorted.

"No no, in this case we are anything but friends. I'm sorry, Harvey, but
you have to give up on Sergio." Graeme insisted.

When we were out on the street, I said to him in a joking tone, "How did
you dare to decide for me? What if I wanted to have Harvey in my bed?"

Graeme looked at me, at first amazed, and then hurt, "I didn't think É
I'm sorryÉ if you want to go backÉ" he almost stammered.

I bursted into laughter, "Oh, Graeme! I was just pulling your leg. I am
not at all interested in that boy, I swear, as long as I have you. If
you didn't answer him so, I would have told him the same thing. Didn't
you think I was serious, did you?"

Graeme looked at me seriously, but then smiled "I was being silly, wan't
I? Yes, I thought you were seriousÉ and I felt bad, franklyÉ"

"I am sorry, my love. I didn't intend to hurt you. Really." I said,
moved, and absolutely not caring that we were in the street, I hugged
him.

We parted almost at once, but Graeme was again serene.

Going towards the car, I asked him, "Do you forgive me, my love?"

He looked at me with a mischievous and provokative smile, "I will seeÉ
you know what you have to do, as soon as we're in the room, don't you?"

"Of course I know. You will see, I will make you forget this stupid
accident. I really love you, Graeme; I would never have done such a
thing to you. Not even if I were alone in that bar, not even if you
didn't come to know about it."

"But when we are far away from each otherÉ if you meet a nice boyÉ you
can also take him in your bed, if you want." he said almost in a
whisper.

"I don't knowÉ but I don't think so. I am too much in love with you."

"Yes, but after some timeÉ being so far apartÉ after all we are flesh
and blood, and the desire is something naturalÉ"

"Listen carefully, Graeme. I can't swear it will never happen, who of us
knows the future? But according to how I am feeling now, I have no
intention for it to happen, I can assure you. Absolutely no intention."

"But if it happenedÉ will you tell me? Will you be totally sincere with
meÉ even if we are far apart? And possibly a day you can fall in love
with somebody elseÉ IÉ If you will tell me about itÉ I will understand,
and I will also be glad for you, as I can't be yours like I would like
toÉ as I can't make you happy like I would like toÉ"

"I don't know, but if it happened, be it an adventure or something more
serious, you will be the first one to know about it, Graeme, I swear!"

"Good. And the same for me. I too think it will be difficult for me to
feel attracted to another man, now that I've met youÉ But life is long
andÉ who knows? But I will write you all - how I feel, what I think, all
that happens to meÉ and you too will always be the first to know about
it, if something should happen."

That night we again made love with all the intensity and the passion as
the first times we did, as if to reaffirm each other our mutual love, as
if to seal the promise we just made to each other.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5

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