Date: Wed, 17 Feb 1999 17:30:13 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: 25 years 06

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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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SIX - THE UNION

The following morning, while Jacques was eating his breakfast, he
suddenly felt he had to talk to her, about everything.

"Mom?"

"Yes, Jacques?"

"I'm in love..."

"Is it the journalist?" the woman hesitantly asked.

"Yes, Alain."

"I guessed it. What about him?"

"Yes."

"Well, it's great, isn't it?" the woman then said, starting to feel as
if on safe ground.

"But I... I don't want to."

"And why not?" the woman asked, looking at him in amazement.

"Mom, but look at me!"

"You are a handsome boy!"

"And handicapped in a wheelchair."

"That... he also knows, right? And if he says he loves you..."

"Like the other one?"

"The other one... well, each person is different. Maybe he wasn't really
in love with you. Everybody's disappointed sometimes, even people not in
wheelchairs. Your father... he was my third fiance. And he had others
before me... I believe he had a few stories, and as many
disappointments. But then we met, he and I, and... we were OK together.
If you don't try, how can you know how it could end? Afraid it goes
badly, perhaps you just lose the right person."

"I don't know, mom. He's so beautiful, an athlete, living and alive and
I so... Don't you think it's an unlikely pair?"

"A person in love, often feels to be inadequate to the other." the woman
gently said.

"But I am inadequate, objectively. You know that better than me."

"I just know that I love you and that I would like to see you happy.
Life has been unfair with you, now don't be unfair with yourself.
Listen, Jacques, when you told me the first time that you liked...that
you were gay, I couldn't believe it. I didn't understand, I asked myself
if I made mistakes in raising you, I thought it was my fault. We talked
about that, remember? At that time we talked, you and I...maybe just
arguing but we were talking. And little by little, I understood, I
accepted. But then you... you closed in yourself. You know I'm not
reproaching you for that. I understand you, but it was difficult to be
the only one to talk about some subjects. I felt you were suffering. I
wanted to help you, but what could I do? If I was a man, probably... I
don't know. I always felt so useless, at least on those subjects. You
are a normal boy, just you cannot use your legs. But do you think I
can't understand, I don't know that you feel desire like any other
person? Sure, if you could go out, meet people, all would be more easy.
But you shut off yourself with your computer, your telescope, you didn't
cultivate friendships... even just for a walk I have to insist quite to
the point of yelling. Now you have this journalist, young, handsome,
that says he loves you and you say you love him... Why are you feeling
like that?"

"I'm scared, mom."

"Of what? To be disappointed? Jacques, it's impossible to avoid
disappointment. They are part of life like joy and sorrow. In life, like
in cooking, there's salt and sugar, vinegar and honey. If you know how
to mix them in little quantities, they make dishes more tasty. If you
don't use them, well... what cooking comes out? It's tasteless."

Jacques smiled at that parallel. Hesitantly he then said:

"He'll come to meet me again. He says that if I don't accept his love,
at least he wants to have my friendship. He also says that we have to
know each other in a better way. He says he doesn't give up."

"It seems to me that he is wise more than you, my dear son."

"You mothers see everything so simply."

"We mothers. I just know that I want to see you more content. And that
that boy gave me a really good impression. What is his name? Paul,
right?"

"No, mom, that's just a pseudonym. His name is Alain."

"Nice name."

"Sure, all names always seem nice to you!" the boy answered, slightly
surly.

"Jacques? Do you want a fight now?" his mother answered, but
contradicting with a smile the belligerent tone of her words.

"No, Mom. But if I'm a problem for you, how could I not be one for him?
Supposing that he is really in love with me, how long will it last? I'll
be just a burden to him, as I am for you."

"But you're not a problem and neither a burden for me, can't you put
that into your head? How could you be one for him, if he loves you? He
saw you, he is aware of your physical conditions but he insists. He says
you have to know each other better, and that's right. Like normal
people. And then, if you find he loves you, I will be more comfortable -
when I'm not here anymore, who'll take care of you?"

"What garbage, mom!"

"Jacques, I'm not here forever. I have to think about the future. And if
you really find somebody who loves you, who wants to love you, it will
be wonderful. You risk a disappointment, I agree. But everything could
go right. If you're disappointed, well, you will survive all the same,
but if all goes right, you will live, and not just survive. On the two
sides of the scale are living or surviving - it seems to me there can be
just one choice. He says that he want to at least be your friend: well,
you have to start from there."

---o---

Alain did nothing but think about Jacques. If he was in love with him
before they met, now he was feeling that he couldn't, didn't want to
lose him. He was absolutely not turned off by the fact that he was
relegated to a wheelchair - after all even if he had a lover as sound as
a bell, an accident could always happen and he could be in a wheelchair.
He wouldn't abandon him for just that or love him less than before.
Rather, he would love more than before. Jacques's accident had already
happened, so he had just to love him more. He longed to meet him again
soon, he wanted to be near him, see him, talk with him, make him feel
that his love was a serious thing. So, in the afternoon, while he was
going back home from his school, he decided to visit him.

When he rang the bell, Jacques's mother welcomed him with kindness:

"Ah, Alain, right? I was about to go out. Jacques is in the other room,
as usual. He will be glad to see you. I will be out for about two hours.
You can stay as long as you want." the woman said to him, smiling
amiability.

Alain thanked her with an hesitant smile, but answered: "I will be here
until you are back, Madame. Don't worry. I'll take care of your son."

"Thank you, I can be more at ease. He can manage by himself but, you
know a mother is..."

Alain went to Jacques's room and greeted him cheerfully. He put out the
book and handed it to him: "Before I forget again, would you please
autograph it? I'd be really appreciate it. Make it with yesterday's
date."

"Sit down. Give me it. Would you prefer me to write Marc to Paul, or
Jacques to Alain?" he asked taking his fountain pen.

"Marc to Paul, at least they love each other without problems." Alain
answered.

Jacques looked at him in amusement, but wrote as he was told. After a
short while his mother brought some coffee and pastry and told her son
she was going to do shopping. Jacques looked at her studying her
expression and perceived by intuition that his mother wanted to leave
them alone in the hope that could happen something between the two boys.
He was about to ask her to remain, but kept silent. They heard the woman
going out. For a while they both said nothing, then they started to talk
at once.

Smiling, Alain said: "You first."

"Thank you. You were doing that for me, yesterday night, right?"

"Sure: I hoped you were looking at me."

"You don't stop."

"No."

"A friend, as you say you would like to be, doesn't do such things.
You're not playing fair."

"Well... that one was Paul who was thinking about Marc, you can put it
that way. Paul now knows that Marc is in love with him, so he didn't
anything wrong, I think. Don't you agree?"

"I don't know." Jacques answered, slightly frowning.

"Jacques, let's stop playing games. Don't you need me? I need you. Even
if my track suit doesn't allow you to see the effect that you have on
me... I need you."

"Me too. But this doesn't mean that..."

Alain stood up, and went to the side of Jacques's wheelchair. While
putting a hand on his shoulder, he gently pulled Jacques to him,
caressing his head and pushing it against his belly. Jacques circled his
waist with one arm and, leaning his cheek against the hard, firm belly,
emitted a kind of sigh, broken in a sob:

"But it isn't fair of you! You know I want you, you know I'm dying with
desire. What do you want from me?"

"You." Alain answered in a whisper, pulling the upper part of his track
suit apart with the singlet so that Jacques's cheek was leaning directly
against the skin of his naked belly.

Jacques lightly brushed his cheek against it, closing his eyes. Alain
caressed him on the other cheek, on his neck, then slipped his hand
under Jacques's track suit collar, caressing his shoulder. Jacques
slightly turned his head and put his lips on Alain's tense belly,
without moving them. Alain sighed and quivered. He lowered his hand
under the track suit to caress Jacques chest.

"I need you Jacques, I desire you. Let me take you to your bed, please."

"No, wait. Not yet."

"Why? I want to make love with you."

"Wait..."

"What?"

"I want to get used to you, and to the fact I can really touch you."

"I'm here, I'm yours. Touch me as you want, where you want." Alain
murmured with emotion, continuing to caress Jacques on his chest.

Jacques, always keeping his arm around Alain waist, started to kiss his
companion's belly lightly, then to shyly lick it, then with his free
hand, hesitantly tested Alain's turgidity. Alain again quivered. Then,
without saying a word, Alain bent, passed an arm under Jacques's arms,
the other under his legs, and easily took him from the wheelchair.

"No, stop what are you doing... no, put me down... No, Alain... no..."
Jacques weakly protested.

Alain put him on the bed, placed him there and pulled out his own shoes
using his feet.

"Alain, please, no..." Jacques murmured again, confused and trembling,
feeling incredibly weak.

"We won't make love if you don't want it. But now I want to lie next to
you, embrace you, kiss you. I want you to feel all my desire, and I want
to feel yours." Alain sweetly answered, going on the bed.

Alain lay on top of him, taking him between his arms, setting his elbows
and knees at Jacques's sides so as not to put too much weight on him
while with the tip of his tongue he brushed Jacques lips. Jacques parted
his lips and pushed out his tongue to meet Alain's and to lightly touch
together. Then Alain, while taking his tongue between Jacques's lips and
gently sucked it, lowered his pelvis just a little to brush his erection
against that of Jacques. Jacques then slipped his hands under Alain's
track suit and titillated his nipples that in a ready answer became
turgid.

"Isn't it beautiful, Jacques?"

"Even too much..." the young man panted.

"Let me undress you."

"No!" Jacques said, suddenly tensing.

"No, all right. But why?"

"I'm ashamed. I don't have a beautiful body like yours."

"Why don't you let me judge it?"

"Don't insist..."

"For today, it's ok. We remain as we are. But I desire you so much. You
desire me too."

"Yes, sure, I want you terribly, but..."

"You are not ready." Alain said tenderly looking him in the eyes sweetly
and caressing his cheeks.

"Not yet. But I like this, with you. Don't be afraid to put your weight
on me, Alain, let yourself go."

"Caress me - I like to be touched by you. Your hands are light like
butterfly and your mouth is sweet like milk and honey. Kiss me."

The both touched and kissed each other, keeping their excitations and
mutual desire in check.

"Jacques?"

"Yes?"

"Your eyes are splendid, and your smile delicious, and I love you, there
is nothing to do. I love you."

"Alain, oh, Alain! I too love you, but..."

"Shhh! I know, and for now, it's enough for me. I like to feel you. To
feel your desire and to show you mine."

"I feel like playing with fire..."

"And you are afraid to burn yourself?"

"Yes, but it is too difficult to wait, to stop. And you take advantage
that..."

"Do you want me to put you back on your chair?" Alain asked rising a
little but without leaving him, continuing to look at him with a smile
filled of love.

"I can do it alone, if you bring the wheelchair near the bed."

"Let me to do it - I like to take you in my arms." Alain got off the bed
and, with the same easiness than before, he took Jacques and gently
brought him back on the wheelchair.

As soon as Jacques was again seated, he stretched his hand to caress the
other between his legs: "You are still aroused. Do you forgive me?"

"For this time, but just for this time." Alain answered with a smile
and, while he was bending to kiss him in the mouth, he put his hand
between Jacques's legs and started to finger him with delicate decision:
"But you too are still aroused, Jacques. Why don't you allow me to take
care of it? I would like to kiss it, to take it between my lips."

"No. Oh, please Alain, stop it." Jacques protested blocking with his
hands the inquisitive hand of the other.

Alain didn't insist, and stood up, leaving him. But caressed his hair:
"As you want. I cannot, I don't want to force you. But you have to
remember that I desire you very much. I want to make love with you."

"I..."

"You're ashamed of your body. You're afraid I will be disappointed.
You're scared that I'd get tired of you and that I'd leave you. And you
are a silly young man. I desire you because I love you. And then,
before, caressing you I didn't feel anything to be ashamed of. You are
well built."

"I'm flabby, you have a dream body."

"That's just because you don't exercise. But you can have back vigour
and tone in your muscles, at least those not affected by your accident.
Remember that I'm a personal trainer. Why don't you come to my gym with
me? I can get you and bring you back here, and I'll make you do the
right exercises. What do you think?"

"Think of that - a handicapped guy in a wheelchair in a gym! I'll become
everybody's joke... or arouse their pity. I don't want to be neither
pitied or mocked."

"Don't be silly. Your legs don't work but all the rest does and there is
nothing strange about you taking care of it. Your arms are strong
enough, since you have to use them a lot."

"No, forget it..."

"No. Can't you do that for me? You can't be ashamed of yourself. And
anyway you really have anything to be ashamed of. A person can be
ashamed only of his bad actions and nothing else. In the next days I
will study the right work-out for you. Your weight must be around
seventy kilograms, right?"

"Seventy nine..." Jacques answered with a cunning giggle.

"Nice! And you are tall one meter... seventy five?"

"Seventy six."

"Good. A balanced diet, the right exercises and in a few months I'll
transform you into a boy to rouse envy, wheelchair or not. Trust me."

"No, don't insist."

"I told you I'm stubborn, right? On the other hand I'm a Taurus.
Stubborn to the bone!"

"I'm realizing that..." Jacques said with a smile and caressed Alain's
side.

"Listen, I'm serious. Let's do that - let's go out and I take you to my
gym. It's nearby, you know that, it's on the ground floor of my house.
It belongs to us. And there are all the most up to date equipment, with
a sauna, steam room and pool. You could, for instance, swim without any
problems."

"Swim? With my dead legs?" Jacques asked, unbelieving.

"Yes! There is a swim style where you keep your legs inert. Didn't you
know? I'm also swimming trainer. Wouldn't you like to swim?"

"I think so... I like being in the water, even if my only experience,
after the accident, is the bath tub."

"So, are you coming?" Alain determined said.

"I... don't know..."

"Come on! At least just to see. You'll decide after."

"I need to change my clothes..."

"You'll just wear a track suit, so you don't need to change. Come on,
we'll just leave a note for your mother, so that she don't worry if
coming back we are not at home, and we go. Agreed?" Alain insisted, and
finally they went to the gym.

While Alain was pushing the wheelchair on their way back through the
park, about one hour later, Jacques said:

"Did you see? Everybody was looking at me."

"Well, sure, they are just not used to you. I think it is the first time
somebody came there in a wheelchair. But like you'll will get used to
them, they will get used to you, right? Did you like the gym?"

"Yes, sure, it is really wide, beautiful, elegant. Even too much. But
how much it costs to join. A lot, I think."

"For you, nothing. So, when do we start?"

"I didn't yet say yes!"

"Sure you'll say yes. Next week, eh? Just the time I can gather
information at my school. Then, we will get on with it."

"No, listen..."

"Hey friend, either you say yes, or I will undress you here in the
middle of the park and start making love to you!"

"Good Lord! And I bet you'll do it. You are completely crazy... And you
can be because you are stronger than me." Jacques said half upset and
half amused.

"Won't you become stronger too? At least you can make me toe the line.
Do you know that one of the instructors of the Kendo School where I go
to train for Judo has just one leg? And yet he is one of the best in all
France?"

"Come on! Kendo with just one leg? What does he do, jump around?"

"Sure, he jumps. And he does that in a perfect way. Nobody mocks him, I
assure you, or pities him, especially if they are beaten by him. He lost
his leg when he was your age. Now he is thirty nine. I'll make you meet
him, if you feel like. He is married and he has four children, and he is
a happy man. Let me be the one to make you happy."

"How many children do you want to give me?" Jacques asked, laughing.
Then, again serious, stopping the wheelchair and turning to face Alain,
he said: "I love you Alain, I trust you. Don't hurt me, please. Think
about what you are doing. If you want to proceed, you have to be really
sure about yourself. If not, it's better we stop now, when it will not
yet hurt me too much. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

"Yes Jacques, I understand. Do you want my answer now or would you
prefer to wait until we are back home?"

"Be serious. Think about it in the next few days. You will give me your
answer next Monday, if you will come to fetch me to go to the gym. If
not... just don't come."

"And meanwhile? Don't you want me to see you?"

"If you want. But I'll ask my mother not to go out, the next time."

"But just until next Monday, OK?" Alain said with a cunning smile,
holding out his hand.

Jacques took his hand and squeezed it: "Sure, till next Monday. Do you
think I too wouldn't start making love with you, here?" Jacques answered
feeling a faint sensation of well-being in himself.

Alain turned again the wheelchair and brought him home.

In the following days Alain talked with his professors and found out
that there were several studies about sport for handicapped people. He
never got an interest on that subject, before, so he didn't know about
it. His teachers, when they knew he wanted to take care of an
handicapped person, encouraged him and lavished advice on him, above all
on the psychological field. Alain gathered lot of documents and studied
it, and little by little wrote down a program custom made for Jacques,
and verified it with his teachers. Meanwhile he visited Jacques every
day, after school.

Notwithstanding the mother presence in the nearby room, at times,
sitting close by, they caressed or lightly played with their tongues and
whispered to each other their mutual desire. During the evening, from
his room, Alain continued to perform for Jacques knowing that his friend
was looking at him and sharing, even if from afar, the same sweet and
intense desire.

On Sunday Alain, invited to lunch by Jacques's mother, shown in with a
cake and two wine bottles. While giving them to the woman in the
entrance, knowing that the woman was informed about them and that she
didn't have problems, Alain asked her in a whisper:

"Could you please leave us alone after lunch?"

The woman smiled and nodded yes. Alain decided not to wait until the
following day. It had been even too much difficult to control himself
during those five days. Today he would not content himself with flirting
with the young man he loved and with whom he fell deeper and deeper in
love. He knew that Jacques desired him - and he would overcome his last
resistances.

They went to the dining room and sat at the table. Jacques was dressed
differently than usual, with a T shirt and jeans. Alain wore a short
sleeved shirt and slacks. They ate, talking of this and that. Then the
two boys went to Jacques's room while the mother, in the kitchen,
cleaned the dishes when the phone rang. Then they heard her speaking to
someone. They were looking at the photocopies that Alain had gathered
for Jacques, when the woman entered in the room.

"I'm sorry, boys, but I'm going out. Martine invited me to her place.
I'll stay there for supper."

"But Mom! You told me..." Jacques surprised started to say.

"Well, Martine invited me, and she insisted so much...Jacques, can I
have the right to enjoy myself a little? Anyway, I leave you in a good
company..." the woman said with a resolute expression.

"Sure, Madame, don't worry. And, have a good evening." Alain said giving
her his hand.

The woman shook it with vigour and went out of the room with a wave to
her son.

"You plotted all that!" Jacques accused Alain.

"Yes. Now you are in my hands and cannot escape me. Come here, come on."

"At least wait she is out..." Jacques protested, a little resenting but
yet aroused.

Alain lifted him up from the wheelchair and, holding him tightly against
his chest, kissed him on the mouth, this time deeply, with passion.

"Alain..." Jacques murmured, taking his breath, quivering.

"Tell me, love..." Alain answered in a low voice, smiling to him.

"It's useless if I say no, this time, right?" he whispered looking at
him in emotion.

"Just try it." the boy answered smiling to him while the mother from the
entrance shouted a "bye bye" and closed the entrance door.

"No. I too can't resist any more. Bring me on the bed, go on."

Alain didn't need to be told again. He put Jacques on the bed, pulled
out his T shirt and lowered to suck his nipples. Meanwhile he opened the
belt buckle, unbuttoned the waist only button and lowered the fly
zipper. Then pulled down Jacques's jeans. Now the boy had on him just
his briefs, tenting, and his socks. Alain pulled out his shoes, his
shirt, his trousers, his socks, then pulled out Jacques's socks. He went
on the bed, knelling near Jacques and, caressing him, said:

"Pull down my briefs, go on..."

Jacques first caressed the showy turgidity, then lowered the briefs,
admiring him as he was uncovering his groin:

"God, how beautiful you are..." he murmured in emotion, caressing the
hard and throbbing member with both hands.

Then Alain pulled out Jacques briefs, and while he was freeing his
beloved member, said:

"Oh, finally! It is beautiful, strong. I want it all inside me, I want
to be yours, at last. It is really beautiful..."

"But.. what, don't you take me?" Jacques asked, stupefied and a little
disappointed.

"Later, if you want, with pleasure. But now you have to take me, I
desire that too much. Let me take care of it, I want to give you joy..."
he said.

He went astride the boy's knees, on his knees, lowering himself onto
that vigorous erect stake, and while with his hands was ranging all over
Jacques' body, he started to lick, kiss, gently bite that quivering rod
that at last he could see and love. Jacques emitted quite a sob - it had
been months and months that he dreamed these sensations, and now it was
happening, and it was infinitely more beautiful than in any of his
dreams. And when Alain lips closed on the swollen glans and his head
started to slip down, down, down gulping down all the length of that
powerful flesh column, Jacques was in delirium. Alain's head started to
slowly move up and down and Jacques leaned his hands on top of Alain's
head, caressing it, and moaned aloud all his intense pleasure. Alain was
happy to finally feel that juicy stake throbbing against his tongue. He
sucked it with relish, feeling Jacques body quiver with growing
intensity. Then he slid up on the body, licking Jacques belly, chest,
neck to finally kiss him, while brushing his erection on Jacques belly
and teasing with his buttocks the hard and straight rod.

"I want you all inside me, love. Keep it straight, while I sheathe it in
me, go on. Let me feel it all. It's too good..."

Alain knelt straight, his legs wide open, astride his friend's pubes,
while his buttocks searched the rod tip then, insalivated his anus and
lowered to meet it. Finally he felt it pushing, widening his hole,
inserting itself firmly inside him. He looked at Jacques's face and saw
it transform, becoming wonderful, transfigured as he was dropping and
being penetrated.

"Oh, Alain... oooh, that's wonderful" Alain, I... I'm almost coming...
I... oooh..." the young man murmured, confused and excited, strongly
shaking his head right and left, caressing Alain with growing passion.

Alain then stopped, now firmly pressed against his boyfriend groin, and
remained still for a while: "No, don't yet come..." he murmured, hoarse
for the pleasure.

"It's... difficult. I'm too excited." Jacques panted.

"Do you like it, tell me? Are you happy?"

"Yes, sure, but... let me come..." the young man moaned.

"Then, tell me you love me..." Alain whispered starting again to move up
and against his friend's groin, making his sphincter throb while
skillfully moving his pelvis in a light circular movement to feel
Jacques' member better to give him at the same time more intense
sensations. He brushed between his thumbs and indexes his turgid and
hypersensitive nipples.

"I love you... yes Alain, I loooove... love youuuu... ooooh... ilov...
oooh... ooo. oooooh... ooove you... oooh... oooh... oooh!" Jacques
moaned, rocking and swinging all his body while he was unloading, jet
after jet into Alain's depths and, clasping Alain's waist, kept him
pressed against his lap.

Then suddenly relaxed, panting, while Alain gently caressed him on all
his body, without pulling out from him, waiting for Jacques's member to
withdraw by itself. He leaned on him, kissed him and whispered:

"Do you know that while you were rejoicing your face became of an
unbelievable beauty? Do you know that I like you a lot and I love you?
Do you know that I love having you inside me? That I'm happy to be
finally with you?"

"I'm sorry I came so hastily. But it is my first time after years and...
I was too excited. Would you forgive me?" Jacques shyly murmured in an
apologetic tone.

Alain kissed him again softly, and caressed him tenderly, for a long
while, in silence. Jacques looked at his eyes and saw in them love,
gentleness, joy.

"Next time you will resist more, right? Do you promise?" gently Alain
murmured.

"Yes. But now, will you take me? I want to have you in me. I'm longing
for that. Make me yours, please." Jacques said, full of desire, his eyes
shining, caressing Alain's member, still turgid.

Alain nodded yes, slowly slipped out from his companion's member that
still throbbed in him, half hard, and asked him: "How will I take you?"

"As you want. As you like better. Just... I can't go on all fours, my
legs can't bear me."

"That's the way I like least. I want to take you from the front, because
I want to look at your face, at your eyes, while you make me rejoice..."
Alain said gently spreading his lover's legs and knelling between them.

"But when you took that boy in your room, you took him on all his four,
and you were so beautiful! So strong! Like a young bull in heat. I
really loved to look at you, you know? Even if... I was jealous of him."
Jacques said with a shy smile.

"I was not really interested in him, and he preferred that way. With you
is different, because I love you. And anyway, if you really wanted to
try dog style, I've just to put under your tummy three four cushions and
it becomes possible. But not today, today I want you from the front."
Alain said taking his inert legs an pushing them against his chest.

Jacques's small ass was in that way fully exposed to his desire. Alain
bent down, pushed his face between those beloved buttocks and started to
work the small hole with his tongue and his fingers, moistening it
carefully, preparing it for a long while to receive him. In fact he
thought that it was ages that Jacques wasn't penetrated, and it was like
if he was once again a virgin, and he absolutely didn't want to hurt
him. Jacques shuddered, feeling an incredibly strong pleasure and his
member started to harden again and to throb:

"Oh, my god, what are you doing? Oh, that's good, you make me die, so.
You made me come again! Oooh, take me, take me, love!" Jacques panted.

When Alain felt Jacques was ready, he leaned his pelvis against his ass
and aimed with his rod to the puckered hole, starting to push. He felt
it to yield little by little, to give him room to open under his
pressure, to welcome him, and he slowly slipped inside, with extreme
gentleness mixed to resolute vigour.

"Oh, yes, Alain, sooo... I love you..."

"I love you, Jacques. And I love feeling how much you want me."

"Go on, push, enter all inside me, make me yours. Let me feel how much
you want me, how much you love me... Go on... go on... go on..."

Alain now was completely in his lover, but still pushed quite as if he
wanted, if possible, sink into him even more. He had passed his hands
under Jacques' back and had grasped with his hands Jacques' shoulders,
pulling the boy to himself. Jacques, rising just a little his trunk, put
both his hands like cups on the small, firm and nervous ass of Alain,
and at his tour pulled Alain against himself.

"Oh, Alain, love, let me feel what a strong male you are. Go on, bang
me, let me feel I'm yours, fuck me, please..." he begged looking at him
with eyes glossy with desire.

Alain withdrew almost completely, slowly, to then sink again in him with
vigour. Back and forward, back and forward, in a virile dance full of
passion, enjoying that warm, tight, welcoming hole, hammering in it with
a rhythm becoming stronger and faster as he felt the height of pleasure
approaching. Jacques shuddered at each stroke feeling an intense
pleasure and looked at his friend's body, beautiful and strong, to dart
at each thrust, and found it more beautiful than ever. And the idea that
he was right for him, finally, right his body that was giving pleasure
to that splendid body come out from his dreams, filled him of a
previously unknown happiness.

"Jacques, I love you."

"I too do, Alain. You are so beautiful."

"You too are beautiful, you know?"

"No, not I..."

"But yes. For me you really are beautiful. I like so much making love
with you, at last. I really love it so much!"

"Really?"

"Oh yes!" Alain whined continuing to take Jacques with vigorous loins
strokes, fingering him all over his body, prey of his senses delirium.

Jacques saw all the muscles of Alain's body to tense, and understood
that his lover's orgasm was about to explode, and he felt terribly
excited, for the same excitation of Alain, and when his lover, with a
long, loud moan, sunk in him strongly throbbing, and felt the powerful
contractions sending Alain's sperm to fill him. Jacques came again,
while Alain held him tight in his arms and kissed him in the mouth with
passion.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 07

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In my home page I've put some of my stories. If someone wants to read
them, the URL is

http://www.geocities.com/~andrejkoymasky/

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