Date: Wed, 08 Feb 2006 12:50:11 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Odd Couple 13/14 (m+m - Beginnings)

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THE ODD COUPLE
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005
written on September 28th 1993
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Dave

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE ODD COUPLE" 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 13 - The Surrender

They sat in the living room. The five Polaroid pictures lay on the table
between them - ignored.

"Stefano, ye do believe me, don' ye?"

"Yes, I think I can, but I would like to understand..."

"I... well, I didn't want ye t' know about it. On Friday I told Renato
thet I didn' want t' see him any more 'cause I'm in love with ye. He
said I was wrong, thet he knows me well. And he said thet I had t' try
t' understand what I really want. So, he said t' me thet I had t' at
least try it with th' girls once more... like before. We went t' th'
garage with those two young chicks thet he hooked like he does. And I
hated him, Stefano, I really hated him! Fer th' first time it made me
sick. They're jus' kids, like ye said. Silly kids who like t' play at
bein' grown up... but they were playin' with fire. An' Renato was like a
bitch in heat on top of 'em. All he wanted was t' get his pleasure...
an' he fucked 'em... I looked at Renato and thought t' m'self... I'd
done exactly th' same thing. Before he was done I put m' jacket back on
an' left. I couldn' even look at 'em, 'cause it was not a clean thing...
not decent an' beautiful like it is with you. No. I walked all night
long. And I wanted t' come see ye, but I thought thet would just make ye
mad at me. So I looked fer a hotel room, 'cause I didn't feel like goin'
back home.

"Then on Saturday he came t' look for me at home. He said thet he was my
friend anyway an' he wanted t' understand me, t' help me. I believed
thet, an' he says let's go t' th' garage where we c'n talk freely. So I
told him thet those things with th' girls are wrong an' he told me thet
a man has th' right t' have fun however he likes, and thet it's been
thet way since th' beginning o' time. Then he said thet he couldn't
believe I really wanted t' do it with another man. An' he told me thet
th' time with ye thet I puked proved it. So I told him thet I puked only
'cause it was my first time, an' thet you didn' want me t' try it again,
so how could I learn? An' he told me thet he's my friend, thet he c'n
understand me an' thet if I wanted t' learn, he could let me try it with
him. He said he was doin' it only outa friendship... thet he'd never
done it before with another guy. An' I told him he really is a good
friend an' so... so I gave him head thet night. He told me how t' do
it... an' he said I wasn't good enough yet. So I gave him head three
times more thet night.

"On Sunday he told me thet I'm gettin' better, but thet it might be
better t' find someone even more expert than him - t' teach me well...
so he told me t' wait there. An' he came back with some foreign boy an'
told me he was a real expert faggot. He h'd know how men do it an' he'd
teach me. So he got us t' undress, thet boy and me. We started t' do it.
Thet foreign boy told me just what t' do and how t' do it. While thet
kid and I were doin' it, Renato started shootin' these pictures. I asked
him why, an' he said it was t' have as a souvenir - my first time with a
boy there in our garage. I made him promise he wouldn't show 'em t'
anybody an' he swore he wouldn'. Then shot some more. I believed him so
I let him do it. Then, after th' foreign boy left, he said, let's see if
you're better now; do it t' me again. An' I do it t' him and he says,
your man can be happy with ye now, yer really becoming skilled. So I was
happy then and told him thet on Monday I want t' come t' see you... He
says no, come on Wednesday; make him wait a while. If he misses you, he
will desire you more. I tell him he could be right... again I believed
him... Do you see what a fool I've been? And he, on th' contrary... thet
filty pig full o' shit..."

Maurizio sobbed without crying, then continued to talk.

"But I... I couldn't wait till tomorrow... so I came and..." he looked
straight in the man's eyes with a gaze of anguish, a beseeching look, "I
did it all wrong again, didn' I?"

Stefano was deeply moved.

"Well, yes, you were a fool, Maurizio..." The man put his hands on the
boy's shoulders and leaned towards him, pulling him slightly towards
himself. "A fool, a nut, and adorable. I love you, too, Maurizio. I
really love you with all my heart and I want your love - all of it - and
only for me. Come now; let's see how good you became! Let's forget all
this sad business," he concluded, standing up and encouraging the boy to
stand as well.

"No, wait, Stefano... these pictures... they're yers, now. Ye can do
whatever ye want with them. I am in yer hands."

"Why? We don't need any of that."

"I'm happy t' be in yer hands; because I trust ye; because ye rescued me
from th' hands o' thet... o' thet..."

The man mused, "I'd rather rip those pictures up into pieces. It annoys
me seeing you with... with another."

"Thet one? He doesn't even exist, thet one. But... are ya jealous o'
me?"

"Possibly..."

"Ye'll never have a reason t' be jealous, Stefano, I swear."

Stefano tore the pictures into small pieces and threw the tiny bits in
the ashtray. Maurizio pulled the man to him, embraced him, and then
kissed him.

"Y' know thet I want yer body don' ye, Stefano? Those other bodies...
they were not you. And if I could do it with them... jus' think how much
better I'll be with you... ye'll see..."

"Yes, I believe you, Love."

"Ye'll just hav' t' be somewhat patient, t' teach me..."

"But of course. So then... I'll undress you and you, me. This way it
will be better."

"Yeh, teach me everythin'. I want t' make ye really happy, just as ye
made me so happy..."

The bed welcomed their naked, quivering flesh and Stefano saw a light
shining in Maurizio's eyes that he had not seen before. The boy caressed
the man all over his body with increasing desire in obvious admiration
of his virility. They gave each other pleasure and Maurizio greedily
welcomed Stefano's erection into his mouth. The man no longer questioned
whether the boy was skilled enough. At last he accepted Maurizio's love
of which this sex was just one of the possible expressions. They united
in a long and passionate sixty-nine.

When they were finished, Maurizio took the man in his arms, cuddling and
caressing him, and whispered with emotion, "This time I was able t' make
ye happy, wasn't I? I c'd see it in yer eyes, in yer smile... And I too
feel s' very happy!"

"Yes..."

"So then... do ye want me?"

"Yes..."

"As yer boyfriend? As yer lover?"

"Yes..."

"Only you and I? Nobody else?"

"Yes, absolutely!" Stefano said, happily surrendering to the boy, fully
accepting his fresh and passionate love.

Within a week, Maurizio had settled into Stefano's house as if in his
second home. He went back to his mother's only on Monday, Wednesday and
Thursday evenings. And inside of two weeks, Stefano was so deeply in
love with Maurizio that often asked himself why it took him so long to
become aware of that. Moreover, he discovered in the boy another beauty
besides the physical - devotion and sensitivity that he hadn't suspected
in Maurizio.

At first they agreed that the boy would go to the pub only on Friday,
Saturday, and Sunday, and that he would spend these three nights with
him. But they didn't respect their pacts and on the following Sunday
Maurizio went home and returned with an old cardboard suitcase filled
with his clothes, clean underwear and his working clothes.

"Where c'n I put all these things? Mum says she's happy t' be rid o' me
and she pities you..."

Stefano looked at him in astonishment and Maurizio broke into a broad
smile. "No, she doesn't know what there is between us, and even if she
suspects somethin', we didn' discuss it. I told her that from here I get
t' work faster, and it really is true. So I can sleep later in th'
morning... And she likes ye, so she readily agreed."

"I can free up two drawers and part of the closet for you... And, you
can wear this gown when you are at home."

"Ye don' want t' see me naked anymore?"

"It's always a pleasure, but... well... as you like."

Stefano thought about what he had to do. He should stock more provisions
and get a copy of the house keys for the boy. And, there were more
towels to buy, and... His thoughts rambled on. It was great having him
at home, he thought with a little frisson. The boy finished arranging
his belongings. He was quite tidy.

"Maurizio?"

"Yes?"

"Isn't your mum going to feel alone?"

"Well, recently she hasn't seen me s' very much anyway, but maybe... if
she had a little dog..."

"Does she want one?"

"I think so. Each time she sees th' little mutt thet belongs t' our
neighbor, they start carrying on with each other."

"What do you think about buying her a little dog?"

"Mmhh! Thet would be a good trade fer her. A pain in the ass gone and a
friend t' take his place."

Stefano laughed, "Saturday we can go to choose one. Are you game?"

"All right. Ah, Mum wonders if ye could have supper at her place on
Tuesday. I told her it's yer free day."

"Yes, sure, but why not to take her out for supper? Wouldn't it be nice
for her to be served for a change? We can go pick her up when you finish
your work and go to a good restaurant."

"Are ye serious?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Fucking hell, she'd be happy! I think Mum has been t' a restaurant only
on her weddin' day, and with me already in her big belly. But I don't
know if she... or if I... if we'd have th' proper manners... in an
elegant restaurant. I wouldn't want t' make ye look bad," the boy said,
scratching his cheek.

"Don't worry even a little bit." Stefano said tenderly, "I'll never be
ashamed of you or of your mum."

"Good, then I'll tell her t' be ready."

The woman waited for them at the corner of Onorato Vigliani street and
Millelire street, one of the poorest and most forlorn areas of the city.
She wore her Sunday dress, had put on a little bit of red lipstick,
earrings, and she clutched an old purse that had seen better times. On
her chest she had a brooch with a silk rose, the kind made in China.

Stefano sat in the back seat of the boy's little Fiat 500 so that the
woman would be comfortable. Maurizio drove downtown to the restaurant
Tre Lanterne where Stefano had booked reservations. When they entered
the restaurant, Natalina seemed somewhat nervous. However, a couple of
glasses of good wine helped her to relax a little.

The woman talked of her wedding ceremony (even including that Maurizio
was already "underway") and about the wedding lunch. Then she described
their honeymoon trip: by tramway to Castello Square to shoot pictures,
then by tramway to Sassi, and from there on the rack railway to Superga
- in all, no more than 10 miles!

Then she told about Maurizio's birth, "He was already lovely and
beautiful as soon as he was born. The most attractive of my children, I
can say. But now he is really gorgeous, isn't he, Professor?" the woman
said proudly and without any malice.

The boy blushed in embarrassment, but Stefano nodded in assent with a
smile.

After the meal Stefano said, "Now take your mum back home. I'll walk
back. A good walk will do me good. See you on Friday, Maurizio!"

"No, I can go home on the tramway." Natalina said with determination,
"and he can go home with you, Professor. That would be best."

"Well, then, let's do it: First Maurizio sees you home, then he comes to
my place. That area is not safe for a lady, especially at night. See her
inside the apartment, Maurizio, okay?"

"Sure, Stefano." The youth answered merrily.

"But I can go back home alone..." the woman protested.

Maurizio took her by an arm. "I obey Stefano. Come!"

"Wait... Professor, how can I thank you for all you are doing for my
boy?"

"By calling me Stefano and not Professor. Don't you remember that we
agreed to this?"

"Yes, Stefano. But anyway, thank you for everything." The woman said
vigorously shaking the man's hand. Then she turned and left with her
son.

Stefano walked home slowly, feeling like a worm. He would have liked to
play the patron to that poor woman, but she didn't know that he fucked
with her favorite son. She was grateful, but what would she say if she
knew? Would she have turned their dinner table over on him with all its
fine dishes? Of course she would. Then she would throw the wine in his
face. She would hate him, despise him... certainly not thank him... And
he bought her gratitude with a good meal, making an impression on her,
cheating on her... He felt ill at ease. But what could he do? Stefano
continued to reproach himself, until he heard Maurizio open the door.

The young man was radiant. He undressed carefully, folding his clothes
and putting them on a chair near the bed.

"This has been th' most wonderful evenin of Mum's life!" he said, "It's
th' first time thet somebody has made her so happy since I was born!"

He climbed nimbly into bed, and took the man into his arms. "If I wasn't
already in love with ye, Stefano, I would be now fer what ye did fer
Mum!" He held the man tightly and kissed him.

"If your mum knew about us, if she saw us here like this..." Stefano
said in a low voice.

"I don' know what she'd say, but she didn' ask me anythin and I told her
nothin. So what's th' problem?"

"It's that... I feel like I'm duping her. And another thing... she could
learn about it from others... from Renato."

"Him? Nah! He knows I'd break him int' pieces. He abs'lutely knows thet.
Also at work, y' know, he didn' dare say a word. I keep an eye on 'im,
and he knows thet."

They talked at length. It was very late when they started to make love,
and for Maurizio, almost time to go to work when finally they fell
asleep.

At the alarm, Stefano wanted to get up with him, but Maurizio would have
none of it. Instead, he dressed and slipped away quietly so that Stefano
could go back to sleep.

The boy returned home at seven that evening. They ate supper, then went
to the pub - this had become their routine.

On Saturday, they went out to buy a dog for Maurizio's mother - a cute
Yorkshire that delighted her. Stefano also bought Maurizio some new
clothes.

"Listen, Stefano, nobody has ever done so much fer me, or fer Mum. So...
I don' really know how t' thank ye, but I..."

"Please, Maurizio! I'd rather not talk about that."

"But... why?"

"Because I feel like a dirty old man - an old queen who has found a
beautiful boy and so showers him with gifts to pay for his company in
bed, to keep him obligated... I feel dirty; do you understand? If you
make too big a thing over it..."

"No, wait! I don' understand. I'm no hustler, and yer not an old queen.
Yer my friend, my lover. I'm with ye because I love ye... an' you love
me... not for yer presents. And if ye really think thet, I'll go away
and won' look fer ye any more. If I had more money, it would be me t'
shower you with gifts. Ye know this, don' ye? Don't ye? Look at me! If I
didn' have t' keep Mum, I could buy ya presents... and ye would'n think
I'm dirty, would ye?" Maurizio said. He kept trying to get the man to
look at him. "I love ye, Stefano. And yer th' most extraordinary and
special man I've ever met. And I'm happy I hurt myself thet Friday
evenin' when I moved your things in here. Ye know this, don' ye?"

"Yes, my love, yes. Forgive me, Maurizio. At times I am such a silly old
man! Forgive me." And Stefano, to his surprise, started to weep softly.

Maurizio held the man closely, embraced, and kissed him. Then he dried
Stefano's tears with his lips and whispered, "So now then... come to bed
and make me feel that yer not a silly old queen and I a hustler. Make me
feel it as ye know so well how t' do... and I'll make ye feel special,
as I'm learnin' t' do..."

After they had made love for a while, Stefano whispered, "Maurizio? I'd
like you to... could you take me..."

"In yer ass?" Maurizio asked gently - and the word didn't seem too
crude.

"Well, yes, if you feel like it... I'd really like it."

"Oh, Stefano! If ye want it... ye make me feel thet I want it, too. But
aren't ye afraid thet I'm too big fer ye?"

"No, my love. I'm longing to feel you, all of you inside me."

"Will ye guide me... as t' how ye like it?"

"Sure, my love, come..."

Stefano lay on his back and had the boy kneel between his legs. He then
lifted his legs to rest them on the boy's shoulders and with his hand,
guided the big penis into his rectum, nay, welcomed it into his body.
Maurizio thrust into his man gently but steadily for a long while.
Stefano was in paradise as his passion mounted. Finally, with one deep
sigh he shuddered and spewed his juice onto his chest. This pushed
Maurizio over his edge and he clasped Stefano to him tightly as he
snorted and bucked and grunted and shuddered - embedding himself as
deeply into Stefano as he could. For a while the pair stayed frozen in
their lovers' embrace, each regaining his composure. Only then did
Maurizio slip his soft organ out of the man.

As the boy lay down again beside his lover, the man asked him, "Did you
like it, Love?"

"Oh yeh; s' very much! I c'd see yer face, Stefano, and how much ye were
lovin' it. Ye became so beautiful as ye were enjoyin' me. An' I felt
thet it was me makin' ye become so beautiful, and this made me feel thet
I'm important t' ye."

"You really are important to me, Maurizio!"

"I love ye Stefano! I'm all yers now, but also, even before I fucked ye.
Isn't it wonderful?"

"Yes, Love." The man and the boy fell asleep in each other's arms.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 14

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