Date: Thu, 20 Jul 2006 09:30:34 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: "A Fairy Tale?" 03/14 (College)

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A FAIRY TALE?
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006
written the 7th of March, 1993
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Vicent

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"A FAIRY TALE?" 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 3 - A disastrous trial

For some time Martino amused himself with his powers. He looked at the
handsome men who crossed his path, made some of them become aroused,
listened to their words as long as he pleased. But in spite of his
powers, he was unable to find anyone he really liked, and who was at the
same time a faggot like himself. Or rather a "gay" man. He had
discovered this new term and he liked it better than "faggot". Gay means
joyous and lively, happy, merry, lighthearted... If he could only find a
partner, he would certainly be "happy".

He also discovered a magazine titled "Gay Italia", peeping out from
among the other magazines at the news stand. He never dared to buy one,
fearing someone would recognize him making the purchase. Besides, he
could not take it home - not that his father rummaged through his
belongings, but he did have free access to them. His father often went
into his room looking for a book or for the Scotch tape, even when
Martino was not at home.

His powers had not helped him single out any gay man, and he felt more
and more lonely.

Once he saw a magnificent young man sitting on a bench in the park, his
legs slightly apart. Martino sat on a bench in front of him and with his
mental "caresses" finally managed to get him hard. Looking at him naked,
Martino realized that the youth was really aroused. Even his nipples
were engorged and hard.

Eventually the young man stood up and went into the nearby public
toilets. Martino followed him and looked at the only closed door.
Through it he could "see" the young man leaning against the wall, and as
Martino had hoped he was jacking off, his eyes closed. This didn't mean
that the handsome man was gay, but Martino became aroused, so he shut
himself in the neighboring stall so that he could see the man from the
front. Martino began to jack himself off, "looking" through the dividing
wall. The young man was stroking his chest as he continued to jack off,
and Martino imitated him, imagining that they were in the same stall,
that they were jacking off and caressing each other. When the other man
came, spurting towards him against the wall, Martino also spattered the
invisible wall with his own semen.

On another occasion Martino was leaving a bookshop when two boys passed
in front of him, walking side by side. Something caught his attention,
something he could not identify. He liked the look of them both, and
convinced himself that they had to be more than just friends. Perhaps it
was the way they were smiling at each other while talking, or the way
they were looking at each other, but he was sure there was an intimacy
between the two youths.

Discreetly he followed them and tried to "hear" what they were saying,
but he got no hints. It could be a normal chat between friends. The two
boys sat at a small table outside a coffee bar, and placed their order.
Martino sat where he could see the handsomer of them from the front, and
the other in profile. Protected by his mirror glasses, he "watched" them
through their clothes. Not bad at all! he thought, pleased. So he
started to apply his "caresses" on both of them, alternating between the
two, but concentrating on the one directly in front of him. He
alternated "vision" with "caresses" and "hearing", and waited to see
what would happen. First one of them got a good hard-on, then the other.
Finally Martino heard what he had hoped for.

"Gianni... I'd like a good fuck", the handsomer whispered.

His companion smiled slyly. "Me too."

"Now, I need it now."

"Yeah. Let's go to the river shack, shall we? I want it too, and I want
it bad."

The friend nodded his pleasure. Martino smiled to himself, satisfied.

The two youths paid and left. Martino quickly did the same and followed
them from a distance. He picked up his bike as he passed it and pushed
it by hand, continuing to follow them. When they reached a bus stop they
took the first bus that came. Martino hopped on his bike and pedaled
after the bus, until he saw the boys get off at the third stop on the
river bank. They walked for a while, never realizing that they were
being shadowed, and finally slipped into an opening in the tall hedge
and disappeared. Martino parked his bike near a street lamp and followed
them. There was no sign of them when he moved through the hedge, but he
had heard them say something about a shack. He searched fruitlessly and
was nearly ready to give up when he spotted a wooden cabin hidden by a
thicket of bushes. Excitedly he approached until he was near the wooden
wall and could use his "vision".

They were inside, already naked. They had made a kind of bed with their
clothes and were lying on it. They were embracing, with the one named
Gianni on top, and they were dueling with their tongues, rubbing their
bodies together with obvious desire. Martino thought it was a wonderful
scene and he envied the two lovers, young and handsome. Now that they
were making love, they seemed even more beautiful than when he had
watched them in the coffee bar.

Gianni caressed his lover's face and said something. The other answered
with a smile of pleasure. They resumed their passionate kiss. Then
Gianni turned and Martino watched as they began to suck each other's
hard cocks, almost greedily. This was the first time Martino had seen
anyone perform a sixty-nine, and he found the scene highly arousing.
Feeling the sexual urge rising impetuously within himself, Martino
didn't let them out of his sight for a single instant as he feverishly
opened his fly, freeing his achingly engorged member. He began to jack
himself off, never taking his eyes from the two young lovers.

The two boys, unaware their performance was being watched, continued to
suck and caress each other with increasing passion. Then Gianni pulled
away from his lover's cock, knelt between his legs and pushed them
upwards. His companion reached behind his own knees and pulled his legs
up against his chest. Gianni dove his face between his friend's buttocks
and started to lick them with sheer passion. Martino moved to get a
better view of the hot scene, and after a couple of attempts he found
the right location and again "looked" at the couple.

In the meantime Gianni, his cock straight and well wetted with saliva,
pointed it directly between his partner buttocks, pushed firmly forward
and slowly sank into him. Martino at times watched the faces of the two
boys, radiating intense pleasure; at other times watched Gianni's strong
member moving in and out of his friend's nice small ass; then again he
would watch the young friend's rigid cock as it bounced against his
belly with each of Gianni's thrusts. It was a wonderful scene, charged
with eroticism. Martino wanted to join them and for a moment felt an
impulse to burst into the cabin, but he lacked the courage.

Studying the two lovers' expressions, he could not say which of them was
getting the most pleasure from their energetic fuck. Certainly both of
them were feeling an intense pleasure. Martino admired Gianni's powerful
and passionate thrusts, and the languid, tender abandon with which his
lover was welcoming them. Which one of them would he rather be? Perhaps
Gianni, perhaps his lover... Yes, perhaps the vigorous and sturdy
Gianni, full of energy, and perhaps the sweet and voluptuous companion,
receiving his lover into his body with obvious pleasure. He had never
tried this himself, and didn't know which of the two roles he would have
liked more. Possibly both. Yes, it would have to be both.

Suddenly Gianni reached his orgasm and unloaded inside his lover with a
series of powerful thrusts. Every muscle in his body was tensed, and his
face displayed his shifting emotions as he experienced an intense,
mind-blowing pleasure. With his normal hearing he could hear Gianni
moan, in a warm and low voice: "I'm cumming... oh, I'm cumming." At that
moment Martino exploded in his own orgasm.

When Gianni had cooled down, he slipped out of his companion, but rather
than dressing as Martino expected, he went down on all fours, offering
himself to his lover. The other boy knelt at his back, and lapping
strongly and deeply with his tongue, lubricated Gianni's hole. Then he
leaned against him, applying his hard, straight rod with strong constant
pressure, pulling Gianni's pelvis towards his groin. Slowly and
relentlessly he sank into Gianni, until his cock was completely
engulfed. Then he began to move back and forth, pumping his fiery pestle
of flesh inside his lover, first with slow determination, then with
increasing speed and vigor. Martino, fascinated by this unforeseen
swapping of roles, moved again to better enjoy the scene.

Once more the two boys inside the cabin seemed to really enjoy their
respective positions. And again Martino wished that he could be with
them, sharing their pleasure. His erection renewed itself and he again
began to masturbate, no less fascinated than before by the couple's
actions.

The one who earlier was a yielding lover, now was full of virile energy
and determination. The manly Gianni was now the docile one, mild and
visibly pleased to be receiving into his body the hardness of his
friend's rod. Both of them seemed to enjoy their new union immensely.

Martino again envied them, and once more felt tempted to creep in that
alcove of love and pleasure. He had the impression that the two youths
were enjoying their turnabout union much more than the two guys he had
seen fucking in the park. It seemed so because their union was so
peaceful, and they were obviously so much in love.

Would he ever find a lover? To tell the truth a stranger might be good
enough right now, if only there were someone he could fuck! If only he
were a handsome male like one of these two young men...

When Martino saw that the boy was emptying his load inside Gianni,
thrusting rapidly and powerfully, passionately holding his lover's body
tightly to his own, he came himself, for the second time.

Then the two lovers lay down, intertwining their legs, tenderly
caressing and kissing each other. Their beautiful cocks were soft now,
but the two seemed to enjoy the tender afterglow, this moment of sweet
abandon.

At last Martino found the courage to do what he had wanted before, but
had not dared. He went to the front door of the cabin and "looked" to
see how it was fastened. A large nail was bent into a U-shape, passing
through two small iron rings, one screwed to the door and the other to
the frame. With the force of his thought alone, almost without effort,
Martino caused the nail to shift until it fell out onto the floor. He
pushed on the door, and it opened with a screech.

The two boys looked at him astounded, then frightened, as they hurried
to pull on their underpants. But Martino, still in the doorway, smiled
at them. The two boys didn't take their eyes off him for a moment, not
knowing what to expect. Finally Martino said, "I just wanted... you
don't have to be scared of me... I... I'm gay too."

The two youths were still trying to get dressed. Gianni said, "He spied
on us."

"Well, yes, I... I did see everything and... I would like doing it with
you", Martino said hesitantly, with a mixture of hope and embarrassment.

The two lovers continued to dress, but somewhat more calmly now. "That's
impossible", Gianni said. "We are a couple. We aren't interested in
anyone else. Leave us alone."

Martino nodded and his cheeks colored slightly as he murmured, "Yes,
you're right, but... but I... I'm gay, as I said, but... I've never done
it with anyone, and..."

The two boys were now completely dressed and standing up. Martino added:
"My name is Martino... You are Gianni, and you?"

"Renato." the other answered, not unkindly.

"How do you know my name?" Gianni asked frowning. "I don't know you."

Then Martino had an idea. He "looked" in Gianni's pocket, trying to see
the boy's identity papers. He could read the address. "Don't you live in
Verona Boulevard, at number 45?" he asked.

Gianni seemed hesitant, then admitted, "Yes, why?"

"I thought so. I've seen you, you probably don't remember me, but I know
where you live", Martino lied.

"If you're thinking of blackmailing me..." Gianni began belligerently.

Martino cut him off, shocked at the idea. "Blackmail? Me? No, I told
you... I just... well, I would just like to get to know you and... and
perhaps become friends."

"We choose our friends, and we sure wouldn't pick a Peeping Toms like
you. You had no right to spy on us!"

"I know, I'm sorry, please forgive me, but..."

"We're leaving now", Gianni said. "You do what you please, but leave us
alone, understand?" His tone was angry as the two left, leaving Martino
dumbfounded and alone.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4

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