Date: Mon, 03 May 1999 23:20:09 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: Star's Shadow 06

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THE STAR'S SHADOW
Written by Andrej Koymasky
October 6th 1993
translated by the Author
English text kindly revised
by Hank

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE STAR'S SHADOW" 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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06 - DEBUT

They went to America and for Jean Luc that was his baptism of fire. He
signed autographs in Patrick's scrawl which he had learned to imitate,
shook hands, felt he was touched all over (happily he also wore a
shell!) and answered reporters (under the careful supervision of
Claude). He came off well. He participated in dinners and meetings...
and while Patrick was performing, stayed closed in the inner dressing
room.

It was a triumphal tour, perfectly organized and programmed. The usual
rent-a-boy (an American gay porno-star) was procured for Patrick and,
for the first time, one was hired for Jean Luc. That way, one night
Patrick mused to Jean Luc, two boys could boast about having had sex
with the famous Patrick Dupris. Patrick and Jean Luc passed the night
together, half embraced. Patrick, being under stress, was more tense
than ever, even though Jean Luc's work relieved him greatly.

One night the bodyguards didn't block the fans who invaded the stage in
time. The band immediately shielded Patrick with their own bodies. He
managed to escape from the wild fans and took refuge in his dressing
room. He was trembling, his eyes popping out of his head. Jules wanted
togive him an injection but Pierre opposed that - the concert had to
continue as soon as order was restored.

Jean Luc, resolutely said, "Leave us alone! Leave us alone. I'll take
care of this."

To his amazement the others withdrew to the external dressing room. The
boy took Patrick's hand and guided him to the sofa. He made him lie down
and sat near him. The singer was trembling like a leaf. Jean Luc lightly
caressed his fine naked chest.

"Calm down, Patrick, relax... I am here, the 'boy who holds you his
hand'... Calm... You're safe, now."

The tremors subsided a little as Jean Luc continued to gently caress his
panting chest, his trembling sides and contracting stomach. Slowly he
felt Patrick relaxing..

"It's... horrible... horrible..." Patrick moaned.

"Shush! Quiet... Everything is okay..." Jean Luc whispered to him, and
bent to lightly kiss his lips. Patrick girdled his shoulders and pulled
Jean Luc to himself. Their lips met again, at first lightly and then
Patrick parted them and Jean Luc slipped in his tongue instinctively,
and it became a long intimate kiss. Patrick was thirsty. Jean Luc again
caressed him tenderly.

"I... I desire you, Jean Luc... I don't want to use you... I want to be
yours... believe me... I want to be yours..."

"I believe you, little one. And I desire you too."

"Would you make love to me? Love, not just sex..."

"I sure want to, but not now. You have to go back on stage... Tonight I
will make you mine, and I will be yours. I promise!"

"But now, I... I need it... now."

"Now we don't have time. Tonight we will and with serenity. Don't call
for the American, I will take care of you. Now you have to sing."

"I'm scared..."

"No. Just think about, my waiting here for you, desiring you... You
don't have any reason to be scared... You're no longer alone..."

"Kiss me again."

"With pleasure, and after the show, again. I will wait for tonight. I am
longing for it and will count the hours. If you want, we will make love
all night."

"Swear it?"

"Absolutely, I swear. We will make love and it will be wonderful. Think
of that while you sing. Think of me, of us... and everything will go
smoothly."

"Yes..."

"Come, now, come here. Time to go back on stage..."

They kissed again and then Jean Luc pushed him gently into the outer
dressing room.

The show ended in triumph. Patrick returned to the inner dressing room
where Jean Luc was waiting for him dressed in the same clothes and
make-up that Patrick wore on stage. They kissed and then Jean Luc went
to receive the ovations of the crowds who were totally unaware of the
switch. Meanwhile, in the dressing room Patrick's make up was being
removed and he was being disguised with a wig to make him
unrecognizable.

Then Jean Luc went back to the dressing room to take off his make up he
changed into Patrick's clothes and went out to give autographs, be
photographed, touched and adored... Later there was a press conference.
Most questions had been foreseen and the answers had been rehearsed.

A lady reporter asked a question they hadn't prepared for, "Is it true,
Mister Dupuis, that you left your girlfriend?"

"Yes, she remained behind in France." Jean Luc answered with a smile.

"They say she is jealous of all your young female admirers ... Is that
correct?"

"Oh yes, and also of all my male admirers! Everyone wishes to be so
admired!"

"I was referring to more... more sexual attentions."

"I was referring to my songs. I hope to be appreciated because of
them..."

"But you know perfectly well that you are considered the most sexy
singer by the new generation, don't you?"

"Sensuality is composed of a thousand ingredients."

"And sexuality?"

"That you have to know, Miss. You are very sexy."

The reporters laughed. Pierre and Claude seemed pleased. But after a
while another reporter returned to that subject. "But evidently you
enjoy showing off your body,."

"My body and my voice. Not just my body, or else I would work as a
stripper, not as a singer. I would sell videos, not CDs. A body... is
just an empty shape. I hope you think there is something more inside."

"But all you movements suggest sex..."

"At times you Americans seem to forget that human beings are also
sexual... at least officially you forget it. To we French people it is
all one -- body, personality, sex, soul, intelligence... I don't show
off just my sexuality, but all of me. Don't take me as a porno star."

"Do you despise porno stars?"

"No. I am just saying that they do a job completely different from mine.
They just show one aspect of theemselves. It is their choice... and a
very marketable choice..."

"But you, how do you fulfill your sexuality?"

"Very well, thank you, And you?" Jean Luc answered, giving rise to a
chorus of laughter.

Another reporter asked: "I find you much more brilliant than when you
appeared in other interviews..."

"This American experience is really exciting. You are a remarkable
people!"

"You are more witty..."

"I took private lessons..." Jean Luc said pretending embarrassment and
arousing new laughter.

Later, Pierre scolded him: "Don't overdo things! You have to be Patrick,
remember that!"

But Claude interfered: "No, he has been splendid. And besides, from now
on he will be Patrick for the reporters."

"Yes, but they noticed the difference of style in his answers." Pierre
said unconvinced.

"Doesn't matter. We will see what they print. I bet there will be no
problems. And, if so, we can adjust the fire. But in my opinion he has
been perfect. You are a born actor, boy!" Claude said to him with a wide
smile.

Back at the hotel, Jean Luc went immediately to see Patrick. He told the
waiter they didn't want to be disturbed for any reason. The man looked
at him with an inquisitive air but said nothing. Jean Luc locked the
door with the key.

"How are you doing, Patrick?"

"I don't know... you weren't coming..."

"You know these things take a long time, don't you? But I just thought
of you..."

"Has it been hard, for you?"

"No, Patrick. Somewhat tiring, but amusing."

"Amusing? Maybe because it is your first time..."

"Possibly. But come here, now. I made you a promise. Remember?"

"I.. I wrung it from you. Just to get some courage..."

"Did I manage?"

"Yes. But now... if you've changed your mind..."

"I didn't. And you?"

"You really want..."

"Did you call the American boy while I wasn't here?"

"Oh no... I was waiting for you..."

"And you did well."

"Do you want me?"

"To die for! Undress. Go on... That is unless you want me to rip your
clothes off of you."

"Would you really do that?" Patrick asked his eyes sparkling while he
started to remove his shirt.

"Undoubtedly! Do you know that I like you incredibly?"

"You like me?" Patrick asked lying naked on the bed with his legs spread
and his feet crossed. His member was ready and erect and lay pointing
towards his navel.

Jean Luc bent to take off his briefs and went to the bed. "It excites me
knowing that you are naked for me, just for me." he sweetly said as he
knelt on the bed next to that gorgeous body. He sat on his heels and
brushed Patrick's body with his fingertips in a long gentle caresses.

"But why today... after so many 'No's, did you say 'Yes'?"

"Because I felt your inner need for me, not only lust. Doesn't it bother
you seeing me looking so much like you?"

"I no longer see you anymore as a copy of me... You are Jean Luc."

"Not your shadow any more?"

"No... I see in you a beauty that is not mine... Mine, is just a body...
Yours... is you."

"But yours isn't just a body. Or differently I couldn't stay here
desiring to make love with you. I don't want to have just your body. I
want all of you. Be careful..." Jean Luc murmured sweetly.

He bent over Patrick and lowered himself to suck his nipples. Patrick
shuddered. Jean Luc lowered his hand to caress Patrick's turgid member.
Then he explored that wonderful body with his mouth, slowly savoring it
until his lips rested on the swollen glans covered by the prepuce and
with his lips and tongue he made the foreskin retract. Patrick's
breathing became deeper and shorter. His hands stretched to gently play
in the Jean Luc's lap and he lightly, but firmly, seized the throbbing
erection he found there. Jean Luc glided onto his side as he continued
to lick and kiss the rigid rod of his idol. Patrick pushed his face into
Jean Luc's groin and with his mouth captured his turgidity. They
abandoned themselves in a passionate sixty-nine.

"You taste good..." Patrick murmured.

"You too. For years I've dreamed of you and of this moment..."

"Take me with this beautiful rod, Jean Luc... push it all inside me..."

"In a while. Be patient; don't be in such a hurry!"

"God, how beautiful!" the other sighed.

"Yes..." Jean Luc murmured and lowered his tongue to Patrick's testicles
and then to between his thighs as his finger searched in the fold of his
buttocks until he found the tender, palpitating flesh bud.

"Oh yes!" Patrick moaned lifting his legs to his chest offering himself.

Jean Luc reached toward the bud and used his tongue to tease it with
skillful laps and licks. He worked his tongue and fingers thoroughly for
a long time until he felt it relax with desire. He then knelt before
that beautiful outstretched bottom ready to receive him, and slowly,
with short precise strokes, slipped in. He slid in little by little and
gazed at Patrick who licked and bit his lips with his eyes closed as he
enjoyed that long awaited invasion.

They made love for a long while. From time to time each held back so as
not to have that so long desired union cease too quickly.

When they finally abandoned themselves, sated for the moment, Jean Luc
whispered, "I love you, Patrick." as he embraced him and covered him
with many pecks

"Oh! I hoped to hear that from you... Why haven't you said it before?"

"Because I didn't want you to think that it was just said for the impact
of orgasm... What about you? Why haven't you told me?"

"Because I was afraid you could laugh at me. But I do love you too, Jean
Luc!"

"Thank you. I need to hear it also..."

They ordered supper. When Jules saw them naked on the same bed, covered
by the same sheet, he frowned, but said nothing.

Then, when he returned to take away the trolley, Patrick said, "Don't
disturb us until tomorrow morning."

"But we have to talk and you also have to take your pill."

"We will talk tomorrow morning. As for the pill, Jean Luc will give it
to me. Now, leave us in peace."

Jules nodded. With a dark face he pushed the trolley out. Jean Luc
locked the door with the key and then returned to the bed, to his
Patrick.

"Do you really want the pill later?"

"No... I want to try to do without it. You are my pill!" he joked, then
added, "Later you'll throw it in the toilet, and we'll say I took it.
Agreed?"

"Good! Agreed."

They made love again and after a refreshing shower fell asleep in each
other's arms.

The following morning they asked for breakfast, dressed and then met
with the others.

The articles on the newspapers were very favorable and Patrick
complimented Jean Luc: "Good! You couldn't have given any better
answers! I feel I have a lot to learn from you..."

"You don't need to worry about that. Jean Luc will always take your
place on those occasions." Pierre said.

"Sure, I know that..." Patrick said, thinking that his staff had indeed
very little sense of humor. They talked about the day's schedule.

"The main problem will be the visit to the university campus. They await
your singing, but it will be nearly impossible to make the switch..."

"I can say that I have a slight irritation to my vocal cords, and
therefore I can't strain them..." Jean Luc proposed.

"They will be disappointed. It wouldn't be good publicity..." Charles
noted.

"We can give them my CD's with my autograph..." Patrick said.

"It could work... but we would have to give away too many of them..."
Pierre said.

"We can draw lots for a certain number... and to all the others we could
give an autographed picture." Jean Luc suggested.

"Yes, that would be good..." Charles said.

They discussed the rest of the schedule.

In the end Patrick said, "Jean Luc, we'll be separated almost all day
long..."

"Don't worry, Patrick. We will have time to meet and to recover."

Jules interfered, "Hey, you two... what are you up to?"

"Nothing concerning you, Jules," Patrick drily answered.

"And how it concerns me! It's me who has to be concerned about your
well-being!"

"Thanks. But only when I'm not able to do so myself."

"You, by yourself, always got into scrapes. You spent all night with
Jean Luc to..."

"To make love, yes. And then?"

"You well know the psychiatrist said that you shouldn't have any long
term relationships if you want to keep your sanity..."

"Tell the psychiatrist to go fuck himself for me! I never felt as good
as I feel this morning."

"Yes, as long as it lasts. I cannot allow..."

"Stop it, Jules, or I will fire you."

"You can't. My job depends on Pierre not on you."

"Good. So then I'll have Pierre fire you."

"Calm down, be calm boys!" Claude intervened. "For now we must admit
Patrick is okay. It may be that Jean Luc can really contribute to making
him feel better. Let's just see, for the time being"

"Did you take your pill?" Jules asked.

"Yes," Patrick lied.

"And... don't you need a stimulant, now?"

"This, you can see for yourself, Mister Doctor!" Patrick answered with a
hint of sarcasm.

But that evening before the show in spite of Jean Luc's attentions,
Patrick needed the stimulant that Jules prepared for him -- he was
regressing into a state of panic and confusion.

While Patrick was performing, Jean Luc was in the dressing room wearing
the same costume as Patrick. The make up lady remarked, "Shit, Jean Luc!
This morning you didn't depilate your chest! And I don't have the cream,
here! You are a fine..."

"I'll wear a T shirt or something... Sorry, I just forgot it..."

"Like fucking hell! You risk wrecking everything being so careless! How
can you forget such a thing? Patrick doesn't have a single hair on his
chest!"

"I apologized..."

Jules intervened, with a really irritated tone: "Instead of amusing
yourself with Patrick, you should think about the job you are paid for
more seriously!"

"I'm doing my best, it seems to me!" the boy rebelled.

"Yes, in bed!"

"Aha! Are you jealous?"

"Bullshit! I'm no faggot!"

"Who knows? Maybe you are just a repressed faggot!" Jean Luc shouted at
him.

Immediately Claude rushed in: "Hey, what's the matter with you two? Are
you crazy? Do you want to be heard all over the theater?"

"Young master, here, is getting on his high horse a little too much. Who
does he think he is? Just because he now fucks with Patrick,..."

"Isn't it my fucking business or Patrick's with whom we fuck?" Jean Luc
answered, upset.

"Calm, calm down! If there is a problem, we'll discuss it at the hotel.
But stop it now!" Charles said with determination.

Jules, grumbling, drew away, but remained in a corner of the dressing
room watching the make-up lady prepare Jean Luc.

"The bastard didn't depilate his chest,!" Jules said.

The make-up lady calmly intervened, "We can hide that with a T-shirt..."

"Yes, if they don't tear it away." Jules retorted.

"Stop it, now," Charles again intervened, "Don't make him nervous or
he'll make a wrong exit. We all will be more careful in the future,
including Jean Luc."

"Yes, if the young master is not too busy fucking with Patrick." Jules
stubbornly answered.

"Stop it, now!" Charles almost yelled, seeing that Jean Luc was about to
lose his temper.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 7

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