Date: Sat, 08 Apr 2000 20:42:05 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: Umderworld 1

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LOVE AND UNDERWORLD'S STORY
By Andrej Koymasky (c) 2000
Written on October 12th, 1994
Translated by the Author
Enflish text kindly revised
By Keith Garrett

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"LOVE AND UNDERWORLD'S STORY" is a gay story, with some parts
depicting graphic scened 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 welcome guest.

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CHAPTER 1 - GILBERT FALLS IN LOVE

Gilbert is your classic drifter boy. After his father caught him in bed
with a schoolmate three years before, when he was seventeen years old,
he's lived on his own as a thief and hustler. But he never steals from
the houses of his clients - this to him is a point of honor.

He is nimble and skilled - he slips into empty houses during the night,
meticulously sifts them - often finding the hideouts with gold and money
(he is interested in nothing else) - then goes off undisturbed. He
leaves no tracks, no fingerprints - nothing. He is able to detect the
alarm systems and avoids apartments with such systems, so he never has
troubles.

He is also on good terms with the other hustlers cruising like him
behind the Foire. Even though he is not really a friend with anyone, he
treats his colleagues in a likeable way and, being himself rather
selective, often redirects his clients to one of his colleagues,
especially one whom he knew needed more money.

He earns a rather good living, and owns a small apartment under the
eaves of the Croix Rousse. He never takes his clients there, since he is
jealous of his privacy and doesn't want to possibly find them randy
behind his door.

To his neighbors he is a respectable worker doing the night shift. They
appreciate that this young man doesn't take home girls, or hold parties,
or listen to his stereo at full volume. He is likeable, and they treat
him with courtesy. And he always greets them with a wide smile when they
cross on the stairs.

Tonight, Gilbert decides to penetrate an apartment downtown. On the
previous nights, while he hustled, he noticed that lights were always
off. He tried to ring the bell at different times, but nobody answered.
So, putting in his bag his picklock and the thin cotton gloves, he goes
to work, clad in his black jeans, tennis shoes and shirt.

One 'o clock at night is the ideal time. The windows are always dark,
and nobody answers when he rings the bell. He opens the entrance door on
the street without any problem with the simple method of the credit
card. He slips upstairs, silent like a cat. Here is the apartment door.
He eavesdrops at the two doors of the neighbors - all is silent. He puts
on his black gloves, goes near the door and bustles on the lock. It
doesn't open at once, and he has some difficulty, but finally it gives
way... turns, four light clicks and it is open. The second lock is
easier - he opens it almost immediately... two turns then the spring.
The door opens without any noise.

He slips inside and silently closes the door behind him. He takes his
screened torch and starts to explore. He knows all the possible classic
hideouts, and he will inspect all of them. The first fruits of his
research end up in his working bag.

In the living room, photo portraits - an aged couple, a nineteen years
old boy, beautiful to die for! "I would like to fuck with him," he
thinks as he puts down the portrait. He thinks a little, then he steals
the picture, leaving there the silver frame. The parents' bedroom yields
him some jewels. Then there's the son's room. He doesn't really hope to
find much in there, possibly just some money.

He notices a possible hideout. He easily opens it and at the soft light
of his torch he sees gay magazines and risqu_ pictures, some even with
the boy whose photo he stole from the living room. Fucking prick! That
boy is as beautiful as the sun AND he's gay! Gilbert is aroused. He
replaces everything carefully and closes the hideout so that the boy's
parents would not find it.  Then he gets an idea - he takes from the
boy's desk a pen and a slip of paper, and he writes in block letters: "I
like you to die! I'd like making love with you. I stole just your
picture in the living and the one with you naked here inside. I would
like to steal you!"

He takes a nude picture of the boy, puts in its place the slip of paper,
and again carefully closes the hideout. He now has just to sift the
bathroom then he can leave. In the water tank he finds another plastic
bag with some jewels - a very classic hideout.  He smiles. He slips them
all into his bag then goes back to the entrance. Behind the door he
checks his watch - it took him three and one-half hours.  He slowly
opens the door and goes out, silently closing the door at his back.

Going downstairs, he arrives at the deserted street. He turns at the
first alley and walks fast but without running. He opens his bag, puts
inside his gloves, pulls out a red vest and puts it on over his black
shirt. He also pulls out a green plastic rucksack, throws in it the bag,
then puts it on his shoulders and resumes his way. He quietly goes up to
the Croix Rousse. The air is fresh and pleasurable. A little after five
he silently enters his apartment. On his kitchen table he empties his
bag and does the inventory of the spoils - a little less than 2,400
francs, a couple handfuls of jewels he will sell as always to Jauffray,
and the two pictures....

He admires them. That boy is really gorgeous.

He puts the money in his wallet - he will put a little at a time into
his bank account. He puts the jewels in a cigar box and closes it with
an elastic band. Then, the two pictures in his hand, he hits the bed. He
undresses, shuts off the main light, lights the night table lamp, lies
down, and looking at the pictures he gently gives himself pleasure,
daydreaming about that splendid boy...

Jauffray removes the stones from their mountings and weighs the gold.
Then he evaluates the stones one by one, and announces the price.
Gilbert knows he can trust the man, so he doesn't refute. He nods in
agreement, pockets the money, says good bye and goes to the bank. He
deposits part of the sum. He made his monthly wage. Some more hustling
then he is home and dry.

Gilbert is not able to pull out from his thoughts that beautiful boy
whose room he had penetrated. The two pictures are near his bed, and he
admires them each night before sleeping and each morning as he gets up.
Contrary to his habits, he goes back to linger in the street of that
apartment, to look at its windows. One evening he sees they are
lightened - the family is back. Who knew when? They for sure noticed the
theft... and the boy... did he read his note?

Gilbert feels his heart thundering. He knows that the boy's family name
is Dufresne, but his name? He could have looked for his name in his
belongings and his schoolbooks... He doesn't even know his name, but he
knows he is gorgeous, and is not able to forget him. It's not that he
wants to, really, on the contrary... If only he could meet him... He
will have an advantage, for he knows that the boy is gay. But will the
boy like him? Well, Gilbert knows he is handsome, but he's possibly not
the boy's type. Maybe he loves older people. Maybe he already has a
boyfriend.  Who knows?

The hustler friends of Gilbert ask him what's up. "Nothing..." he
answers.

"For some time you've refused some morsels... but tell us, are you in
love, by chance? A hustler like us cannot allow that to happen!"

"Don't be silly! Me?  In love?" Gilbert laughs, but inside himself he is
not so sure that he isn't.

He waylays the gate of the boy's house, hoping to see him. And in fact,
one morning, he sees him coming out. The boy runs along Bellecour
square, towards the Catho. A university student, then.  He follows the
boy without problems, as he doesn't suspect at all that he's being
followed, and he never looks back. While the boy stops in front of the
University gate, he passes him. And he is lucky, for he overhears a girl
asking him, "Alain, did you bring me the book?"

"So, his name is Alain, and he is more beautiful in person than on the
pictures. He has a smile to make your legs soft as wax. Evidently the
girl is attracted to Alain, and evidently she doesn't know that he is
not interested in girls," Gilbert thinks for a while then walks away. He
would like to turn back, to look at him. He takes advantage of a shop
window to stop, and pretending to look at it, he looks back towards the
gate. Alain is no longer there - he went in.

He wants...no, NEEDS to know him, but he cannot just go in front of him
and tell him... He has to find a way, a pretext. In the following days
he continues to shadow him.  Then, one day, he makes his decision -
while Alain crosses Bellecour Square, Gilbert outflanks him so that he
arrives at his side.

"Sorry, but... can you show me where is the Catho?" he asks him.

Alain smiles. "Yes, I'm going there. Are you going to matriculate?"

"No, I haven't the high school diploma... I just have to go nearby. Do
you study there?"

"Yes..."

"What?"

"Literature."

"Ah, it must be interesting."

"It is... Here we are..."

"Thank you... Ah, my name is Gilbert."

"How do you do, I'm Alain... Well, bye," the boy says while shaking his
hand - a good hold, agreeable.

Alain enters. Gilbert remains there spellbound, looking at him as he
turns towards a staircase, then goes away.  God, how much he likes that
boy! That smile... that lean body he can admire on the nude picture...
that handshake that made him feel a pleasure shudder... that beautiful
voice... those eyes, frank and straight... He has to meet him again, to
talk with him again.

For a couple of days he looks at him from far and follows him, but he
doesn't have the courage to stop him again. Yet he feels more and more
attracted to him. Then he catches a glimpse of him queuing inside a
confectioner's shop.  Gilbert enters.

"Oh, Alain!" he greets him with a smile.

"Hi... sorry, I don't remember..."

"Gilbert." the other says with a hint of sorrow - he hoped he did
remember his name.

"Ah, yes. Sorry."

"Do you have to make a present?" Gilbert asks him.

"No, it's for me...they make fabulous chocolates here. Are you not of
Lyon?"

"No, I have now lived here for three years."

"Ah... And after three years you still didn't know where the Catho is?"

"Well, you know..."

"May I help you?" the waitress asks to Alain.

"Two hundred grams of assorted pralines, thank you."

"Yes, monsieur Dufresne."

"She knows you? Do you come here often?" Gilbert asks him.

"Yes, for years...from when my parents started to give me some pocket
money that I could spend in my way..."

"Here, monsieur Dufresne. Something else?" asks the waitress.

"No, thank you."

Gilbert also orders two hundred grams of assorted pralines. They pay at
the register, then go out together.

"May I offer you a coffee?" Gilbert asks, feeling his heart thundering.

"I'm in a hurry, but... yes, thank you." he answers.

Gilbert is radiant.

"What do you do?" Alain asks him while they are seated at the bar.

"I work... night shift..."

"Ah, the night shift - time must never pass, in night time."

"Well, it depends..."

"Oh, it's late, I have to go. Thank you for the coffee, Gilbert. I'm
glad I met you again."

"Yes... see you..." the boy says, caught somewhat unawares for the
sudden departure of the other. He looks at him going out of the bar.
Then he calls himself stupid - he could've offered him to accompany him,
to do a piece of way together, just to talk with him some more, to be
near him a little more, to enjoy his presence.

As the days go by, Gilbert feels more and more attracted to - and
infatuated with - Alain. As a consequence, he unconsciously accepts
fewer and fewer clients when he hustles. One late evening, he is lurking
outside an apartment that had its lights off for several nights when he
hears his name being called. He turns and sees Alain coming towards him.
His heart starts to hammer.

"Hello Gilbert! Are you waiting for somebody?"

"Yes, but he hasn't come and I don't want to wait any more. How come you
are in these parts?"

"I went for dinner to a schoolmate fellow's. What direction are you
going, now?"

"Towards the City Hall..." Gilbert says, knowing that Alain's home in
nearby.

"Oh, I live close to there. Can we walk together for a while?"

"Yes, sure."

They walk. "How old are you, Gilbert?"

"Twenty... and you?"

"One less..."

"Do you go to the discos at times?"

"Well... not so often... and you?"

"At times, me too."

"Right, you work during the night time..."

"And how do you amuse yourself?"

"I go to the movies, at times to theatre."

"With your friends?"

"No, mainly alone."

"I never went to theatre... but I like movies."

"What kind?"

"Well, excluding horror and those with too much violence... anything."

"The same for me. We should go together, sometime."

"Yes, with pleasure..."

"Did you see the last movie with Depardieu?"

"'Cyrano de Bergerac?' No, not yet...but I've heard it is great."

"If you feel like it, we can see the five 'o clock showing on Saturday
afternoon."

"Very good."

"Then meet me at fifteen before five in front of the cinema. You know
where they show it, right?"

"Yes, sure. I'll be there," Gilbert answers, silently rejoicing.

His first date with Alain... and it was he that invited Gilbert! "That's
a good sign," he tells himself, "he likes being with me. Moreover, I
didn't call him tonight, he called me..."

They say good bye in front of Alain's house, after renewing their date.
Gilbert quickly runs towards his own house, feeling merry.  He recalls
all they said, how Alain looked, talked, and smiled at him. He madly
likes Alain, and he feels that Alain too likes him. He looks at the sky
studded with stars and it seems wonderful to him - all seems more
beautiful around him, in that sweet night of late Spring, even the old
houses with the fronts somewhat flaking.

Saturday afternoon... Gilbert takes a shower, brushes his teeth, shaves
with particular care, combs, and chooses something to wear (changing his
mind several times).  He checks his aspect in the mirror, keeping an eye
on his watch, until he feels to be nice and sexy enough - not too
brazenly provocative, but enough to attract the eye.

At four thirty he is already in front of the cinema. The appreciative
glances of some passers-by, men and women, makes him understand that he
chose the right attire, and he feels a sense of warmth in himself. He is
not a narcissist, but he likes being admired, because he hopes to be
admired by Alain too.

He waits around twenty minutes and he is already restless... Why he
doesn't come? Can he have forgotten? Did he change his mind? Did
something happen to him? Wait... here he comes!

Gilbert feels his heart beating faster. He has the impression that also
Alain is dressed with more care, for him. He is more beautiful than
ever. He approaches him with a wide smile.

"Hi, Gilbert, I'm a little late, sorry."

"No, no problem, it is not yet five."

"Let's go in." They take a seat.

"After the movie, do you feel like going to eat together? There is a
small restaurant at the Homme du Roc...it is inexpensive and the kitchen
is really good."

"Sure, Alain, with pleasure," Gilbert says, happy.

The lights gradually fade away, and the show begins. Gilbert from time
to time furtively looks at Alain, who is intent looking at the screen -
he has a perfect, beautiful profile. Gilbert would like to move his
hand, to put it on the boy's thigh to make him understand he desires
him, but strangely he doesn't find the courage. And yet, while he knows
about Alain being gay, Alain doesn't know about him, and Gilbert had
never been a shy person before.

Gilbert almost doesn't look at the movie. The other's proximity arouses
him, and gives him a sense of warmth, of pleasure. He would like to
touch him, or rather, to caress him, to kiss him. The first part ends,
lights are on again in the hall.

"Great, isn't it? Depardieu is really great in this movie." Alain says
with a big smile.

"Yes..." Gilbert answers deeply stirred, then pulls out a bag from his
jacket, saying: "I bought some pralines, do you want some?"

"Wow... you know I'm mad for them, don't you?" he answers with a smile
stretching his hand to take some, their hands slightly brushing against
each other. Alain puts the pralines in his mouth, one by one, lets them
melt a little then, with delighted expression, chews them.
"Delicious..." he murmurs.

"Yes, really." Gilbert echoes as he eats them in the same way, imitating
him. Alain takes one and puts it between Gilbert's lips. Gilbert quivers
at this intimate gesture, and his lips brush against his companion's
fingers - if he hadn't taken them away at once, he would have licked
them...

During the second part, it is Gilbert who slips a praline between his
companion's lips from time to time.  Once he just makes the gesture, his
fingers empty. Alain searches for the praline, first with his lips, then
his tongue tip, lapping Gilbert's fingertips.  He turns to look at him
amused.

"You had me!" he whispers.

Gilbert answers with a cunning smile and lowers his fingers. Alain
stretches his hand towards the pralines bag that Gilbert has on his lap,
but stops on Gilbert's hand which is holding the bag, almost caressing
it. "You give them to me. I would like more..." he whispers.

Gilbert stirs up, takes one and puts it at Alain's lips. The boy takes
it with his lips, but Gilbert doesn't move his fingers away. Alain laps
at them lightly, then suckles them as his hand squeezes Gilbert's other
hand lightly.  Gilbert pulls it off of the bag and turns it, their
fingers intertwining. Gilbert lightly brushes Alain's lips with his
other hand and the boy sweetly murmurs, "Oh, Gilbert, this is even
better than the pralines..."

The movie is over, and the two youths separate just before the lights
are on again.

Alain stands. "Did you like the movie?"

"Yes..." Gilbert, who almost didn't look at it, answers.

They go out. Alain talks about the movie while they go towards the Homme
du Roc. Gilbert, lost in admiration, almost doesn't listen to him. They
enter the small restaurant and Alain guides him to a slightly secluded
table. He orders for both. They are sitting side by side. Gilbert feels
Alain's leg brushing his own. He quivers, then pushes his leg against
the other's, lightly giving an answer to the pressure.

"I feel good with you, Gilbert," Alain says, putting his hand on his
thigh, under the table, and lightly caressing it.

Gilbert quivers, puts his hand on the other's hand and caresses it.  "I
too," he answers happily.

The food is served, and the two youths bring their hands back to the
tabletop to eat. But all of Gilbert's senses are stretched towards
Alain, waiting for him to make another step, allowing him to understand
even more clearly that he wants him. Meanwhile he enjoys his proximity.

The dish has now been eaten. While waiting for the cake, Alain again
puts his hand on his companion's thigh and asks him, "Do you like it?"

Gilbert knows he is not talking about the food, but he answers, " Yes,
very much.  And now I am waiting for the cake."

"The cake?" Alain asks while his hand slips up towards Gilbert's swollen
fly and lingers on it.

"Yes, exactly..." Gilbert says with a low voice, shuddering.

"You have a nice bag of tasty pralines hidden here..." Alain says with a
cunning smile, lightly fingering the hard basket of his friend.

"And you are greedy for it, aren't you?"

"You are right..." his friend answers, licking his lips.

"It's all for you, if you want it."

"Surely! But later," Alain says as he pulls out his hand, for the waiter
is coming.

They eat the cake and drink the coffee. Then Alain wants to pay for it
all.

"Where are you taking me now?" Gilbert asks him, stirred up.

"To the Roseraie."

"Isn't it shut at this time?"

"Yes, but I know how to get in and we will be safe there," Alain says.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2

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