Date: Sat, 13 Feb 1999 18:21:45 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: 25 years 04

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I started writing gay stories in 1985 and to now I wrote about 80 of
them. Being Italian, of course I wrote them in Italian. Now, many of my
friends asked me to translate them in English. But my English, also if
understandable, is surely not a "literary" one: I can't know all the
nuances and literary tricks I can use in Italian. I need somebody
revising my translation. Now, I found a person that is kindly helping me
with my stories. But I can't ask to one single person to help me with
all of my stories. So, if amongst you there is somebody (with a good
English style) that thinks this unpaid work worthy, and wants to help
me, I would be really happy. If such a person exists, can send me an
e-mail at:

andrejkoymasky@geocities.com

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LIFE BEGINS AT TWENTY FIVE

by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1998
written the 27th of June, 1994
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Jacques Dubois.

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"LIFE BEGINS AT TWENTY FIVE" 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, ore because you think yo really want to read it, please be my
welcomed guest.

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FOUR - THE RESEARCH

Having found out that Alain liked Mark Jaures stories, Patrick gave him
as a Christmas present the last work of that writer, the novel entitled
"My Boy". When Alain opened the parcel, had been really happy. He only
regretted that Patrick didn't write a dedication sentence in it. Back
home, he shut the book in his drawer, thinking to begin to read it that
same evening, then he started to study for his Sports Medicine exam.

---o---

Just at that moment Jacques looked through the telescope from behind the
closed glass windows of his room, and saw him. He liked to look at him
while he was studying, biting at his pencil absorbed in his readings,
and from time to time taking notes. Even now in winter, when he entered
his room, he pulled out his jacket and shirt, or his sweater and
remained with a T shirt. He always wore tight T shirts that wrapped
around his beautiful trunk, riding just in two provocative little pecks
on his chest. For trousers he wore soft track suits, slacks , or tight
jeans. No matter how he was dressed, Jacques found him terribly sexy. Of
course, Jacques very much liked to see him when completely naked,
especially in the evenings and in the mornings. But he did enjoy him
also when, like now, he was more or less dressed. Even the few times he
had seen him dressing in an elegant way, for social occasions, he wore
those suits, evidently tailored expressly for him, with the careless
elegance of a model. His athletic and elastic body was beautiful when
wrapped by those clothes, even if they hid his perfect figure.

Jacques was more and more in love with him. Little by little he learnt
to recognize all his expressions, his movements and the small
unconscious gestures in the smallest details. His way to wear or pull
off his shoes or socks, the way he combed himself with his fingers from
time to time in an unaware gesture, how he laughed while watching the TV
show of the comic Mirabeau. He liked when he just got up in the morning,
naked, and stood right in front of the glass wall of his room, looking
at the sky or at the foliage of the park, voluptuously stretching. He
knew how he would enter his room coming back from school: he threw his
schoolbag on his chair with an elegant and fluent gesture and turned
back to close the door. Then pulled out his jacket or pullover and threw
it on his bed, walking towards his desk. He liked when his young brother
entered in his room and sat on his bed, cross legged, and chatted with
his Paul. It was evident that the two brothers were well together and
that the old one had a great affection for the young one. And the young
brother become particularly likeable to him when he saw that, with a
felt pen, drew a beard and mustaches on the poster hanged on the toilet
door. After a few days that poster ended up in small pieces in the waste
paper basket.

In February his Paul fell ill and was in bed around ten days. Jacques
noticed that he masturbated under the sheet. The second day of his
illness he saw him rising up and going to his drawer of the desk
normally shut by a key. He saw him pulling out a book and going back to
his bed, starting to read... and Jacques had a shudder: he recognized
the cover of his novel "My Boy".

---o---

Alain had reached page 21. He liked that novel more than all he had read
until then. The erotism that played on the blade of thoughts, fascinated
him. He couldn't understand if that Paul was a real boy or was created
by the author imagination. The novel was written in the first person.
The narrating "I", page after page, fell in love with Paul and the
evolution of the sentiment was described in a splendid way. It was clear
that when the narrating "I" described Paul alone in his room, being not
able to see him, did imagine him. But the descriptions had an accent of
remarkable realism. Alain, for a moment, thought that the physical
description of that Paul could almost apply to him: he would have loved
if somebody did love him in that way. Alain read the novel slowly,
tasting sentence after sentence, imagining what was described in it, and
slowly he reached more and more the conviction that he was... that Paul.
Especially when happened, quite at the end of the book, the discovery
that Paul was gay and that he had brought a boy in his room. He read and
read again the description of the love scene between the two boys and
felt that it could be the description of that time he made love with
Patrick, that first time, in his room. Even if the book described the
two boys as lovers forever, which was not right, the way they made love
reminded him with surprising similarity that time with Patrick! It could
be nothing but a coincidence. But he was struck. Then he read about the
jealousy of that narrating "I" and was moved. That secret love, without
hope, filled him with sympathy. Or rather of a stronger sentiment. He
felt that he would have loved to meet such a person, able of so strong
and yet delicate sentiments, able of such love. Even if Paul didn't be
real, Marc Jaures existed. And he felt in love with him. In impulse,
abandoned for a while the book, he put on a gown and went downstairs to
look for the telephone book. There were two Jaures, but no one of them
was a Marc. He wrote down the two numbers, went back to his room and
tried to call.

"I'm sorry, my name is Dumarne. I'm looking for a certain Marc Jaures,
by chance him... No? No Marc Jaures? You don't know any Marc Jaures? I
see. Sorry to have disturbed you, then. Bye bye."

The second call was practically the same to the first. No, that Marc
Jaures, or didn't have a telephone or didn't live in Paris or possibly
that name was just a pseudonym. So he wrote to the publishing company,
even if he thought that he would receive a negative answer. But to try
doesn't hurt and you never know, he thought. He started to read the book
all over again.

---o---

Jacques didn't write, in the second novel, about the fact that Paul was
reading his book. Especially now that he knew that the boy was reading
his writings, he was careful not to give away any hint that could make
understood that he was that Paul, and that somebody was watching at him.
But he described Paul illness, Paul's looking for a relief under his bed
sheets, his pain knowing that the boy was ill. His desire to be near
him, to treat him, to be his company, to take care of him. He also
described his brother's visits but, to confuse the cards, he made him
two years older than Paul and, contrary to reality, taller than his boy.
He wrote how much he envied his brother that could be near him, touch
him, talk with him and live under the same roof.

---o---

Alain received a form letter from the publisher: "We are sorry, but we
are not authorized..." and so on. After all, he expected such an answer.
But Alain, that was now reading again all Marc Jaures stories, felt more
and more fascinated by the writer personality as showed through his
works. He thought that possibly it was a middle aged man, probably not
even handsome, perhaps... and yet he was more and more fascinated,
attracted, or better, in love. A man of such interior richness was a
rare pearl. He wanted at all costs to be able to know who he was, to
find him, to meet him. But how could he do? Marc Jaures, even if it was
just a pseudonym, he was beautiful and had a good sound. If pseudonym it
was, even that name born from the writer's subconscious, revealed his
internal harmony.

"Mark, whoever you are, I want you!" Alain said at half voice, caressing
the book's pages.

When he recovered, as soon as he met Patrick, he told him of the novel
and of his thoughts, feelings he had reading it and of his strong desire
to meet the writer. His companion smiled and said: "You might have a
way..."

"How?" Alain asked, attentive.

"That Marc Jaures also writes in Gay Pied, right?"

"Yes, but they won't send me his address."

"In their last issue they asked for reader's submissions. Why not
propose to become their sports editor? Giving good reports about sport
and homosexuality. If they hire you, you can probably have access to
their files and find Marc's address, if you really want to."

"Ah, not a bad idea that! I could really try. Besides I know some gay
sportsmen. I can go to Gay Pied with an interview ready and submit it to
them and ask them if they are interested... It will take away some time
to my studies and training, but it is a price I'd willingly pay. Thank
you for the suggestion, Patrick!"

Alain wasn't used to waiting, made a telephone call to a friend who was
the lover of a member soccer of the French National team and asked him
to arrange a meeting with his man for an interview. The player accepted
to meet Alain and, after the youth assured him that from the article it
would be absolutely impossible to understand who he was, and that anyway
he would have shown him the definitive text of the interview before
proposing it for publication, agreed to be interviewed.

Q. - You are one of the most known and appreciated sportsmen in France.
What does it mean to you to be so famous?

A. - Well, it's my pleasure, of course. But it's also a sense of
responsibility. I can't disappoint my fans. But, I have to say, what is
more important to me, is being a complete sportsman, especially for
myself. You can't please to others if you're not happy with yourself.

Q. - Are you always happy with yourself?

A. -Usually, yes. Of course there is always something to improve on, to
correct. I always loved sports, from my childhood, and to be able to
make a living practicing sport, is a great satisfaction.

Q. - You said you want to be a complete sportsman: what do you mean with
those words?

A. - Before all it is to be said that a sportsman is not just a physical
machine kept well tuned. The physical performance is for sure essential,
but as much is his personality, his character. An athlete has to be, I
mean, a complete being, he has to care about his growth and efficiency
both physical and... how can I say... spiritual. Especially when you
compete in a team sport it is essential to try to harmonize your own
personality to that of your team companions, and that means that you
have to take care of your character...

Q. - Mens sana in corpore sano?

A. - Or rather, corpus sanus per mentem sanam... if my Latin is correct.

Q. - Your fans know everything about you: where and when you were born,
in what teams you played, what food you like, where do you spend your
holidays, the car you have... what does it mean to you to be in the
public eye?

A. - It is part of becoming famous. But luckily it remains a part of
private life that nobody knows, besides a few intimate friends. Even if,
at times, it is difficult to protect his own privacy.

Q. - I presume you are referring also to the fact to be gay...

A, - Yes, that also.

Q. - Is it difficult to be gay in the sporting world?

A. - No, absolutely not. We are a strong minority, I presume about the
twenty or thirty percent. The problem is not being gay in the sport
world, but rather not being known outside. You'll be excluded. People
has too many prejudices about homosexuality, especially in the sport
field. I cannot understand why, but if a women's team has a male
trainer, by instance, nobody thinks that automatically that man will
bring to his bed all the girls of the team. But if it is known that in a
male team there is a gay member, everybody thinks that he has to spend
all his time to lay traps for the other males of the team... You see
what I mean?

Q. - Yes, I see.

A. - I have my boyfriend, so I don't run after all the trousers walking
nearby, even if the content could be more than appetizing. And so is the
majority of my gay friends. We are no less and no more serious of all
the other sportsmen, the hetero, I mean. Yes, there is some one more...
libertine, but just as between the straight, exactly.

Q. - When did you discover your sexuality, and how?

A. - Quite late, I was eighteen. Until then I was so projected in the
sports that I didn't have other thoughts. All my energies were absorbed
by training, championships and so on. But when I was eighteen, something
happened that changed all my life, not only on a sexual level, but also
in sports. There was a great athlete that had always been my idol. That
year his team came to have a retreat in my village: they had booked all
the hotels we had. Anticipating that, I managed to be hired in the hotel
as bar man. So I met him, and asked him his autograph and said him that
I was practicing his same sport. He liked me not only because he talked
with me but, in his breaks, he often came to look for me. One day the
shift leader tells me: the 312 wants an ice coffee, hurry up! I went.
When I knocked at the door a voice yelled: 'Come in!' and I entered. 'I
am in the bathroom, put it there on the table, thank you.' the voice
said and I recognized at once that he was my idol. I was about going
away when he came out from the bathroom, a towel around his hips. He
recognized me and smiled: 'Ah, that's you! Can you stay a moment?' Just
five minutes, I happily answered. It was the first time I could see him
almost naked and felt a confused pleasure feeling. Well, he drank the
coffee, tipped me, and, I don't know if by chance or on purpose, the
towel slipped away and fell down. He saw that I was looking straight
there, so he leaned to pick up the towel and, instead of putting it on
again, put it on a chair: 'Well, I'm certainly not the first naked man
you've seen, right? You aren't impressed, I guess.' he said with a
smile. On the contrary, I was greatly impressed. He noticed the effect
he had on me. A little while later he was unbuttoning my uniform and I
let him do, excited and ready to be picked. To make short a long story,
I become his lover. He let enter in the youth team of his team, so I
moved and went to live with him. And so I started my real and true sport
career.

Q. - How long did last your relation?

A. - Three years. Then he signed on abroad and we separated. I wanted to
follow him, but he said that my future was here. So, even if a little
reluctantly, I followed his advice.

Q. - Do the couples form always or mainly between sportsmen?

A. - No, at the contrary, quite seldom. At times we have sex with a
companion, but it is rather rare. You know everything about the others,
you are friends, and that's all. The majority of us has a lover
unrelated to the sports milieu.

Q. - Do Your straight companions know about you? How do they react?

A. - Of course, you know more or less everything about the others,
living such a part of our time together. There isn't a particular
reaction. I know that my fellow is married and has a mistress, or that
this other lives together with his girlfriend, and I know who she is
that's all. There is reciprocal respect. At times somebody asks me how
is my boyfriend, or they invite us together to lunch at their home, the
same as I and my boyfriend at times invite at our home a companion with
his wife or girl without problems. What they care, rightly, is just that
I am a good athlete, a real part of the team and a likeable guy. All the
rest is just my business. On the other hand, all that embracing and
holding tight when we mark a point, has a clear homoerotic connotation.
In fact I feel at times, even in straight fellows, a clear erection and
nobody is ashamed for that.

Q. - Is it true that there are athletes who are married and fathers and
who in reality are gay?

A. - Yes, it is true, as it is for the common people. In another team,
not in mine, there are two athletes who are married but that, every time
they sleep in another city with their team, have a two beds room
together but use just one bed... It seems that they have been lovers for
more than ten years, when they just entered the youth team of their
company...

Q. - How old is your boyfriend? How did you meet him?

A. - Twenty three. He wrote me when he was nineteen, that he was in love
with me and sent me his picture. I was free, he seemed a likeable guy,
so I answered. We met, we became acquainted. About two months later of
more and more frequent meetings, we finally made love. And we still are
together, after four years, and happy. We feel very well, together.

Q. - A love letter? But, did he know about you, or just guessed it?

A. - Not at all. In fact he was absolutely surprised by my answer. He
really didn't think I would have answered, and less more I proposed him
to meet.

Q. - Can I ask you if there are roles between you two?

A. - (laughs) You want to know who... who of us is the bottom? No, no
roles at all. But I would like to make the most of your question to
break a spear in favour of the so called passives. I could give you
names of athletes, between the most masculine and virile in the sports
world, that prefer, in bed, to be bottoms. And not for that they lose
anything of their manliness and virility. There is no relation. Virility
and sexuality are two completely different matters.

Q. - What do you like most in your lover?

A. - (smiles) The fact that he exists, and that he loves me. And the
fact that we are reciprocally, and spontaneously, faithful.

Q. - How is life with a famous sportsman for his partner? Always busy in
trainings, matches...

A. - This is a question you'll have to ask him... Anyway I always find
time for him. It seems that he is happy with me...

Q. - You said you are a faithful man. But did you have many men between
your first lover and the actual one?

A. - I cannot deny that. Even if that period lasted just two years. In
those two years I frequented gay clubs and I started to become quite
famous, so they were many trying to flirt with me, possibly to be able
to say they had sex wit a celebrity... And I believe that somebody
boasted having been in bed with me also it was not true (laughs). Anyway
I chose those that appealed me more and... Yes, I have had many.

Q. - Some nostalgia of that period?

A. - Absolutely not: I am too happy with my boyfriend.

Q. - Do you have some advise to give to our young gay readers wanting to
start the sports career?

A. - Not particularly. The sportsman is a sportsman, being he gay or
not. As the gay is gay, being he sportsman or not.

When the interview, fruit of a longer dialog, was over, Alain thought
that it had been really pleasurable having met that soccer player: he
seemed to him a very equilibrated person, likeable, intelligent and with
a good sense of humor. Happy with this first result, his interview in
his pocket, he went to the Gay Pied editorial office. They said him that
they would send him an answer after the meeting of the editorial staff.
The answer was yes. He was hired part-time: he would be paid two
afternoons per week in the office and one more for the interviews. They
gave him a desk and showed him the archives where to find useful
material to complete his articles. And his first interview was
published. Alain asked to use the pseudonym Paul Allen: Paul like the
name of the main character of Marc novel, and Allen derived from his
real name.

Alain was happy: he was approaching his goal. He couldn't ask where was
Marc Jaures address, but he was confident he could, sooner or later,
find it. He was getting used to his surroundings and seeing who was in
charge for the fiction and where was his archive. Finally with the
excuse to search in the fiction archives all that was related to the
sports world, he started to browse through that archive. Until he found
what he was looking for. Marc Jaures was a pseudonym, the real name was
Jacques Moiret. And there was also the address, but no telephone number,
that Alain rapidly transcribed and hid in his pocket. He was excited, he
could now, at last, met the man he had dreamed about all those months
long. He just hoped, but he didn't almost have doubts, not to be deluded
in his expectation. He saw that the street was incredibly near his home,
just opposite side of the public park. With his bike it was just a five
minute ride. But what to do now? Write him? To go to ring at his door?
No, he thought, so he could bother him. He had to find an excuse to meet
him... and then he had an idea. He told the sub-editor taking care of
the fiction that he wanted to interview Marc Jaures. One of his many
stories, in fact, was about a trainer falling in love with one of his
athletes. He wanted to know if the story had been suggested by a real
fact or if it was just fiction.

"I don't think it possible. We had had contacts with him just by mail,
we don't know who he is, and when we invited him to come to visit us, in
several occasions, he answered that he doesn't like to meet people: he
must be some kind of bear, a misanthrope!"

"From his writings it doesn't seem at all. Why don't you try to write
him asking if I can go? Possibly he could accept..."

"I can try, it costs me nothing. But if I were you, I would not have too
many illusions." the man answered but took a note on his agenda.

---o---

Jacques received the letter from Gay Pied:

"... besides, our sports reporter, Paul Allen, would like to come to see
you to do an interview about your novel 'Olympiads'. Let us know if you
can meet and eventually when, without disturbing you..." Jacques smiled,
not suspecting that that Paul was exactly his Paul. To give himself some
importance, he answered that he was in that period very busy, but that
he could receive the reporter in the following month: Sunday 18th of
May, at 4 '0 clock. He really couldn't fit in other times, he didn't
have other openings. Take it or leave it.

When Alain got that answer, was exultant. On May 18th he had the
regional championships of Judo, but he decided he would miss it to meet
with Marc- Jacques. He tried to guess how he could be; young or old, fat
or lean, tall or short? Anyway, however he was, he felt he was in love
with him. At home he read again for the umpteenth time all the stories
and the two novels of the writer, enjoying them more and more and
finding in them more and more the personality of the unknown writer. He
loved him terribly. Even when he described scenes of sex, sweet or
unbridled, for love of for sheer pleasure, hinted or described in the
smallest details was beautiful. It was never pornography but lyrics.
Some of the descriptions were exciting and often, while reading them, he
masturbated, to feel the described emotions, to become a character in
those stories.

---o---

Meanwhile, Jacques, completely unaware of Alain's manoeuvres to find
him, had seen the boy sitting at his desk, engrossed in reading. He had
also realized that at times the boy masturbated while reading so he
guessed he wasn't reading study books. Then he saw him read again "My
Boy" and masturbate, so he clearly understood what kind of stories
excited him so much. He loved seeing him reach orgasm, to enjoy. He went
to write a new page at the computer:

"I imagine you, in your little room, sitting at the desk, pretending to
study while, under the school books, you have a gay story. Reading it,
at times, you get aroused. So, you slip a hand under your T shirt, you
caress your chest, brush your nipples. Then, when the excitation
increase, your hand lowers between your out spread legs, to caress the
swelling you feel throbbing under your clothes. Your excitation grows.
Your hand makes the belt buckle pop off, slowly lowering the zipper,
moves away the edges and starts to caress your bursting manhood, now
hidden just by the light layers of soft thin cloth. But it's not enough.
While continuing your eager, engrossed reading, you lower the elastic
band of your underwear, freeing your beautiful rod, now fully erect and
you start to pleasure yourself. I imagine you and I like you, and I make
the same journey, as I desire to caress you, to open your trousers, to
give you that pleasure not only with my hand, but with my lips, my
tongue and all my body that is in love with yours, as well as my soul is
in love with yours. I would like to be there, under your desk, between
your strong legs, to tell you in a concrete way how much I love you.
Because I know that my body would be able to tell to your body what my
voice would not be able to describe to your ears. Ah, if I could confess
you my love..."

Jacques loved the most the moment when his Paul came out from the
shower, vigorously brushing his body, his hair in a mess, his expression
relaxed and happy. He loved when he took the towel between his hands,
stretching it by his extremities and bringing around his back to dry it:
he had elegant, sensuous moves, and his body slightly arched forward,
his chest and arms muscles darting, his soft member framed by the thick
golden hairs and from the sturdy legs slightly open, beautiful in his
sweet, complete nudity so unconsciously offered to his contemplation, to
his veneration.

To tell the truth, he loved also to see him waking up in the morning,
still slightly asleep, voluptuously stretching as soon as he was out of
the bed. As he hesitated a little before starting to dress, almost if
regretting to cover such a beauty. He loved to watch him move in the
room, his half erect member moving at each pace, animated of its own
life, and at last to reluctantly wear, one after the other, his clothes,
and then leave the room.

---o---

Alain loved to be naked. He felt free, at ease, well. And above all he
loved to sleep in his nakedness. So he could feel the light caress of
the sheets directly on his skin. Sure, he would have liked more to feel
a lover's caresses, to fall asleep and to awake at contact with his
skin. Of the various men with which he made love, only with his Physical
Education Academy companion he could spend the whole night. That summer
that now seemed so far away, under the dome tent. Since he was living at
home with his family he couldn't be different. But he strongly desired
to be able to make love calmly, to fall asleep with his pleasure
companion, to wake up with him...

While waiting to meet Marc Jaures, Alain did his second interview for
Gay Pied, this time with famous swimmer of the national team.

Q. - I see that you have here some issues of Gay Pied. Do you read it
often?

A. - It's now the fifth year I subscribed. It is an excellent magazine.

Q. - Thank you. Did you read the interview I did with that soccer player
in the last issue?

A. - Of course, and with great interest. He says several things that
also fit for the swimming world. Just we don't embrace, unhappily!
(smiles)

Q. - Do you have something to add about the presence of gay in the
sports world?

A. - For what I know, I would rise the percentage he gives, thirty five
percent to forty percent, also including the married men that don't
disdain to have sex with another men.

Q. - Bisexuals?

A. - You can call them that way. In the sports world there is the cult
of the body, specially of the male body. Of the consorting between men.
And in the world that rotates around the sport, this is felt even more.

Q. - The fans, you mean?

A. - No, not so much. I rather say trainers, masseurs, referees, match
judges. People that, in some ways, live with us and for us. The fan is
before all interested in the competition, those people are above all
interested in us athletes, to generalize, of course.

Q. - And they often do advances?

A. - Well...they try, and not so seldom as one would think.

Q. - Here's the usual question: when and how did you understand that you
were gay?

A. - I was fourteen, but it didn't happen in the sports world. It
happened with a cousin, sixteen years old. My parents and I were guests
in their home for the marriage of his sister. The house wasn't so big so
I was put to sleep with him, in his bed, I mean. And he, the first
night, slipped his hand under his pajama trousers. I masturbated, I
thought he wanted to do it together, so I reciprocated. We enjoyed it
for a while, but he had other ideas in his mind. When he felt I was
excited enough, he lowered his trousers and turned asking me to fuck
him... Why not, I thought, but at the beginning I couldn't manage to
take him, although I was really excited. He taught me, guided me, and at
last I succeeded. I loved it very much and thought that it was far far
better than with girls.

Q. - Did you have some experiences with girls?

A. - Yes, with three. But I found them boring, too soft, and not much
fun. To hold the tough body of my cousin had been more beautiful, very
pleasing.

Q. - How long did it last?

A. - Just three nights. Then my family went back to Paris...

Q. - And then?

A. - I started searching for somebody else to repeat that enjoyable
experience. It seemed so difficult, at first... Until one day I read one
of those graffiti you can find in the toilets. It said, more or less,
something like: young man, nineteen, eighteen centimetres, looking a
young friend to spend happy hours. Give an appointment. I wrote there
under my answer, giving day and time. It worked. We met. At first he
didn't want to because, he said, I was too young, still a minor. I
insisted so at last he took me out to the countryside with his car. And
so... well, I happily lost my cherry. He liked me very much and asked me
to meet again...

Q. - And in the sports world?

A. - My first time? I was... nineteen. It was with our masseur, a
handsome young man, twenty six years old.

Q. - He did give you a massage, right?

A. - (laughs) No, not him. I tried to give him one! The fact is that I
could see the swelling in his shorts, right at the level of my eyes,
while he was turning around me to massage me, and I got excited. And I
also noticed that he too was aroused. So I touched him there, and I was
lucky... he answered by going to lock the door... and we massaged each
other, but in a completely different way (laughs again).

Q. - And your first great love?

A. - The only one. At the Olympics. A Brazilian swimmer, beautiful like
the sun. I wanted him, he understood and one day he said he liked me. He
brought me in his room and... I went out several hours later. Just to be
back rather often. When the Olympic games were over, after a short
separation, several letters and intercontinental calls, he moved to
France. We lived together for one full year. One year of folly. But then
he felt in love for another man, a photographer. Now he lives with that
man... they managed to put together a good photographic agency. The have
specialized in male nude pictures. Gay Pied has published some of their
works. Very beautiful pictures.

Q. - Do you have a lover, now?

A. - No, no steady boyfriend

Q. - And why?

A. - I haven't found my great love... but in reality I'm not looking for
one. I prefer to be still free, at least for the moment. To be able to
do it with whomever attracts me.

Q. - Your physical type?

A. - Provided that he is nice and likeable and better if not too
advanced in age, even if there are exceptions... But I don't have a
precise physical type. No... Recalling my adventures, both physically
and for the character, they all are so different. The only common
characteristic? Without any doubt they all were males (chuckles).

Q. - Did you have more adventures in the sports world or outside it?

A. - Let's say in both of them. In the sports word in general, but
specially in the swimming world, it is very easy to see each other
naked, and to say a witticism, to tell a casual compliment and... from
one thing comes another, you know how it is... in a basically masculine
society... I think that the dancers beat us about the ease of end up in
a bed together.

Q. - Your last conquest?

A. - A sports photographer. After having done me several shots for a
report on the swim during my training, he asked me if possibly I would
have done also pose nude. 'To publish them?' I asked guessing where he
was going with this. 'No, just to admire them, for my own pleasure... '
he said with a tempting smile. I accepted and so he invited me to his
studio. After making several shots of me, he became daring and... he had
a wide and conformable couch there in his studio and showed me that he
wasn't skilled just as a photographer. Afterwards he said me that that
method works eight times out of ten. And he showed me the pictures of
all the athletes that posed in the nude for him, asking me to guess the
few that didn't have sex with him... a very impressive collection...

Q. - To end, do you have some advice to give to our readers?

A. - Just one: if you like both sex and sports, you are lucky, because
one can empower the other (laughs).

Q. - Can you be more precise?

A. - Training your body for a sport, will allow you always be at your
highest level, so you can perform well in bed, right?

Q. - And vice versa?

A. - (laughing) I wonder, who knows? But if it is so, Casanova would've
been a frightening competitor at the Olympic? Possibly at jumping and
vaulting on a gym horse?

When the interview was over, the swimmer asked Alain to stay a little
longer because, he said, he felt really attracted by him. Alain
willingly accepted. At once they undressed each other, filled with
reciprocal desire. Alain enjoyed the interview with the swimmer, even if
he had found him a too much narcissistic. Anyway he knew how have sex,
without a doubt. They had spent a good part of the time on his bed in
long foreplay and after play, in erotic games undoubtedly very
pleasurable. But Alain had had the sharp feeling that the swimmer
wasn't, to use the words of the soccer player of the first interview, a
"complete athlete".

Alain was back home quite late that night. He justified himself saying
that he had swam with that famous athlete... and his parents accepted
this excuse without any problem.

And finally, May came with the Sunday established for Marc's interview.
Alain prepared himself with particular care, excited for the imminent
meeting with the man he felt he loved. He continued to ask himself how
he would be. Possibly Marc Jaures had a lover. Or rather, so exceptional
a man and so skilled to describe love, without any doubt must have a
lover and also be extremely happy with him. But Alain didn't care: if he
could become just his friend, that would be a very beautiful thing. As
the time of their meeting approached, Alain felt more and more restless.
He looked at himself in the mirror, and cleaned up a bit: he wanted to
give a good impression. He decided to bring with him his copy of "My
Boy" so he could ask the author to autograph it. Now he was glad that
Patrick didn't write a dedication on it.

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Jacques, instead, wasn't at all excited for the approaching meeting: to
him, it was just a sports reporter of a gay magazine, wanting to ask him
some banal questions. A sports reporter interviewing him, the physical
antithesis of an athlete! It was comic, or rather pathetic. His body,
half paralyzed, the other half made lazy for the forced immobility. Just
his arms did have the appearance of muscles, because he had to use them
more than a normal person. He wondered what delusion could feel that
Paul discovering that he was an handicapped person! Even if, if the
reporter was a correct and skilled person, he will not have shown his
disappointments. Anyway, he thought that it would be a distraction in
his life that, if not for the nine months when "his Paul" had come to
live at the opposite side of the park, his life was rather boring. About
his Paul, what was he doing now? He looked in the telescope: the youth
was dressing with elegance, with care, almost as if he was preparing to
do to a date. Possibly with his lover. Even from so far away, it seemed
he could perceive in the boy movements, a certain nervous quality: it
had to be a date with somebody that could become his lover. It was
evident that he wanted to give a good impression. In fact, he never saw
him groom himself so carefully. He smiled with bitterness. And again
felt a pang of jealousy: who ever would have prepared himself that way
for him? Nobody, of course. He saw him going out. He emitted a deep sigh
and looked at the watch: the reporter would arrive in a few minutes, if
he was punctual. He made no special preparation, it was absolutely not
worth the trouble.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 05

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In my home page I've put some of my stories. If someone wants to read
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