Date: Sun, 21 Feb 1999 16:47:25 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: 25 years 08 and last

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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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EIGHTH - EPILOGUE

"Why didn't you tell me before, mum!"

"I was afraid you would not accept him..."

"But you accepted me, right? How could you then be afraid that..."

"You know... to you he is a stranger, and in some way he would have
taken your poor dad's place, and..."

"Does he love you? Is he a good man?"

"Yes. And he wants also to marry me..."

"Mum! What are you waiting for, then?"

"I didn't want to leave you, Jacques, but I didn't want to impose his
presence on you..."

"Well, now I am not alone anymore, right? I'd like if we could meet? Or
are you ashamed of me, that I'm gay?"

"Don't be a dumb ass! He knows. I will never be ashamed of you, you had
to know that, don't you?"

"And he? How did he react?"

"Well, differently I would never forgive him." the woman determinately
answered.

"Does he know also about Alain and me?"

"Sure, I tell him everything."

"And?"

"He asked me: 'are they in love?' 'And how!', I answered. So he asked
'Are you happy?'. 'Sure, a lot.' I said. Then he said to me: 'Therefore
you love also the boyfriend of your boy.' 'Sure.' I said. And he says:
'Very good. If you are happy, then I too am.' So, you see, there is
absolutely no problem."

"OK, let's meet your man. What's his name? What does he do? How old is
he? I want to know everything..."

"I'll invite him for lunch, if you like. His name is Gilbert, he is a
plumber, he's my age. He's a widower, but has no children. He's
Martine's brother."

"Ah, now I see why you were going so often and so willingly to meet
her!" Jacques exclaimed with a slightly cunning tone.

His mother lightly blushed, but smiled, and the young man had the amused
thought that it almost seemed that he was her father and she was a
daughter caught red handed.

When Alain was back home, they told him about his father's visit and the
colloquy he had with Jacques's mother, and then also about the mother's
man. They talked all three, right like any family, and decided that they
will spend the following Sunday all four together, so they could became
acquainted with Gilbert.

Two days later, Alain received by mail a letter from his father.

"Dear Alain, I thoroughly considered your situation. I must admit I had
a somewhat too impulsive reaction, the last time we met. If you are as
you are, it is stupid and useless for me not to accept it, even if, as
you can understand, it is not easy for me - because of my education,
habits, culture. But I don't want to justify myself, as I don't ask you
to justify yourself. You are an adult, now, you are twenty one years
old, you have the right to do, and to defend, your choices. And I have
the duty to respect them. If you decide to come back here, this is
always your home, but if you prefer to live with Jacques, you are right
to do it, and I wish you to be happy. Anyway, I would like you not to
break it off with me and your family. And if, as I really hope, you will
agree, I would entrust you with the organization of the handicapped
section in our gyms. I was thinking, if you agree, to a regular work,
for you and Jacques, with a regular contract for both, and a monthly
pay. Besides, of course, the payment of all your expenses to the day of
your graduation. I hope you will accept this project, and that you are
not still upset for my first reaction. All the family sends you their
best wishes. We all hope to see you soon, you both, of course, and to
have you sometimes here also for a meal. Please give my best regards to
Madame Moiret, who I esteem and respect very much. Your father."

Alain was moved. He couldn't expect more from his father, this was
almost an apologizing letter and he was handing him the palm of peace.
Alain knew he owed a big part of that letter to Jacques's mother.
Differently from his father, Alain decided not to write an answer but to
go home to meet his family and to directly talk with his father. When he
arrived, met Didier that welcomed him with real joy.

"How's Jacques?" was Didier first question, and that pleased very much
Alain.

"Fine, thank you, and sends you his greetings. And you? And the others?"

"I'm fine. And also the others. Dad, the other day during the meal, told
us about you. He was so funny..."

"Funny? And why?" Alain curiously asked.

"He never said the word gay or anything like it, he turned around it
with a skill that was almost unbelievable. 'You see,' he told us, 'Alain
possibly decided to stay at his friend's home and to continue to care
about him. Therefore I thought that both together they could attend to
the rehabilitation programs of our gyms. If Alain wanted to come back
here, he would of course be welcome, differently, if they come to see
us, well, this is Alain's home, therefore also Jacques will be always
the welcome here. Did you understand me?' and so on, and so on..."

"Yes, it's really his style. Also the letter he sent me is more or less
on the same tune. I came to tell him that I prefer to stay with Jacques,
but that we accept his work offer."

"You must be happy, at last, to be able to stay with him, isn't it?
All's well that ends well..."

"And... that problem about what you told me?"

"With Jean? All like before. We continue to dream about girls and... to
do it between us. But now I don't make of it a problem any more. I
stopped looking for labels. Then, there is one girl, a schoolmate, who
possibly... I don't yet know, but I feel she can like me." the boy said
quietly.

While they were waiting for the rest of the family, the two brothers
talked about other subjects. His mother and his sister treated him as
always, as if nothing happened, like Alain foresaw. His father, exactly
as Didier said: the man talked about him and Jacques, avoiding
absolutely to name their relationship, their love. 'Well, better than
nothing!' Alain thought, but he was happy since he was no longer living
at home. He went to his room to collect some of his belongings, said
good bye and went back to "his home".

Finally on Sunday they met Gilbert. They found him really likeable. He
was a simple, quiet man, and also somewhat handsome, and it was evident
that he and Jacques mother loved each other. In front of Alain and
Jacques, Gilbert asked Madeleine to marry him, now that there were no
more obstacles.


"You can come live at my place, and leave this apartment to the boys.
Don't you think it would be a good idea? You will make me happy, and
them too, I think. Do you agree, Madeleine?"

"Yes, Gilbert. And thank you to have been so patient with me to now. You
really are a dear man..."

"Well, when there is love, patience comes naturally, right boys? And, by
the way, will you two be our best men for the marriage?" Gilbert
cheerfully said.

"Willingly. Will you marry at the church?" Alain asked.

"What a question! Of course!" the mother answered.

"Lucky couple, as you can do it." Jacques said with a slightly sad
smile.

"Well, boys, what's important is to love each other, isn't it?" Gilbert
understandingly answered.

"Yes, but..."

"You have just, during our ceremony, when your mother and I will say our
yes, you have just to say your yes as well..." Gilbert suggested.

"But inside yourselves, not aloud!" the woman exclaimed with an air half
serious half facetious, and everybody burst out in laughter.

The couple married two months later. It was a simple, intimate ceremony,
and the two boys, at the moment of the 'yes', looked intensely in each
other eyes - the both knew that the other was saying his 'yes' in his
heart. After the ceremony all four went with the close relatives of the
newly married couple, to eat in a restaurant. At the main table sat the
married couple and, at the right of them, side by side, Jacques and
Alain.

Babette's mother, aunt Nicole, at a certain point asked: "But the best
men, have not to sit one at the right and the other at he left of the
married couple, Madeleine? Isn't that a bit strange?"

"Yes, but... this is a slightly different marriage, you see, Nicole. So
we decided the places in this way. I didn't want to divide my boys right
in this occasion..." the mother serenely answered, and Gilbert winked to
the two young men.

Then aunt Nicole replied: "Oh yes, I see..." but with the air of who
really didn't understand at all.

After the party, Gilbert and Madeleine left for Lille for their
honeymoon.And two boys had the apartment all for themselves. Alain
wanted to refresh and refurbish it. In the mother's room they made their
room with a king size bed, and in Jacques room a studio and Alain took
from his parents' house his last belongings. They also changed the
living room - kitchen. Alain's father wanted to foot the bill for the
refurbishing of the small apartment that the mother had put under
Jacques's name.

Didier, to whom Alain told about their secret 'yes', said with a merry
tone: "Then the new furniture is the marriage gift from dad, even if he
does suspect nothing! But, I would have loved to be there in the church,
that day..."

The two young men started to work in the chain of gyms, where several
applications from handicapped boys began to come.

Alain had attached at his bike a sidecar, especially conceived for
Jacques's wheelchair, so the two could easily move together without any
problem.

The scandal that the father had feared didn't happen. Just a couple of
journalists looked for the boys for some more articles, and when they
put in clear that they were available only and just if the subject was
the handicapped people problem, the journalists accepted without great
difficulty not to treat in their articles about their relationship. All
proceeded well.

One day Alain told Jacques: "There's a journalist from Gay Pied who
asked to interview us. What do you want we answer?"

"O my God, another one?" Jacques said jokingly, "Don't you think I've
more than enough!"

"I hope so! So, what have we to do? Shall we arrange a meeting or not?"

"Yes, let him come here. Especially if he is young and handsome."

"Hey, didn't you say that I was more than enough? What's up, are you
getting tired of me?"

"No. No, Alain. I will never get tired of you. Come here, that I will
give you the proof." Jacques said in a provocative tone.

"What do you want to do to me?" Alain asked pretending to be worried but
nearing him.

Jacques pulled his lover to him, starting to open Alain's trousers, one
button after the other. "I want just to check if all in there is in
order."

" Just as you left it. Nobody put their hand there."

"I hope so! Hey, did I ever tell you that you have a really fine tool,
here?"

"Never as fine as yours. Oh, Jacques!" Alain murmured while his lover
was starting to take care of it with great pleasure, "Hey, why don't we
go to bed?"

"No, let me do in my way, now. You never let me savour it in peace. As
soon as it becomes hard, you at once hide it in my love channel!"

"Don't you like it?"

"And how! Sure I like it there in my back! You perfectly know it. But I
like it very much in this way also, and I want to sip at it in good
peace. My little ass, if you want, you can have it tonight. And with
real pleasure. But now... Come on, Alain, now I want to make you enjoy
in this way."

"But I? How can I make you enjoy, so?"

"As you want, later. Now that we are alone at home, we can also grant
ourselves some little extra pleasure, isn't it?" Jacques asked him with
a cunning smile.

"Certainly, my love." Alain answered with a warm smile and happily
abandoned himself to his lover's caresses.

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THE END

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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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