Date: Sun, 08 Oct 2006 20:55:34 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Money, Beauty or Love? 4/7 (Encounters)

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MONEY, BEAUTY OR LOVE?
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006
written on February 19, 1995
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Gardner Rust

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"MONEY, BEAUTY OR LOVE?" 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 4 - Charles and Earl: 3 to 2

Richard decided to try with Charles as his third attempt, while Patrick
thought to try with Earl. They had to wait until mid January for Charles
to be back. Richard planned to attend the campus festival with a gay
friend who was a History professor at that university, and to hook the
boy on that occasion.

The festival was lively; there were hundreds of people. At once, Richard
started to look for the boy and finally saw him.  With his gay mates he
had organized a stand to advertize the University Gay Alliance. They
were selling hot dogs that they called "hot dongs" because were made
with a bun in the shape of an ass into which was inserted the sausage in
a clearly allusive fashion.

Richard approached the stand and amusedly asked Charles, "How much for
one of your hot dongs?"

"From half a dollar up, everything is welcome - to finance our
association," the boy answered.

So Richard pulled out a one hundred dollars bill. "Is this enough?" he
asked with a smile.

"Good heavens! I would say you deserve a giant hot dong... do you like
big ones?"

"Well, I sure don't want one that's too small!" Richard answered with a
laugh.

Charles choose the bigger one and gave it to him, "So then, what d'you
think of this? Is it good enough for you?"

Richard took it, looked at it, then said, "I'd possibly prefer yours."

"How do you know? You could be disappointed," the boy answered laughing.

"How much do I need to offer you to try it?" Richard asked with a sly
smile.

"Oh, a large quantity of money!"

"A trip somewhere? A one month trip?"

"At least around the world and two months long," Charles answered
jokingly.

"Good. What's your name?"

"Charles Bauer. And yours?"

"Richard Stewart."

"With a T? That Stewart? The plastics tycoon?" the boy asked with an
amazed expression.

"The same."

Richard's friend called him to introduce him to a friend, so the man
left the hot dog stand, thinking to be back later. But when at last he
managed to free himself and went again to Charles' stand, the boy was no
longer there. He asked about him and was told he was somewhere on
campus, because he ended his shift. Richard looked for him but in all
that confusion he was unable to find him.

So he looked for his friend, the professor, and asked him for a
kindness, "There is a modern literature student here, a freshman whose
name is Charles Bauer. Can you find his data for me?"

"Really this is reserved information, but... what data do you need?"

"Birthday, address, and his class schedule."

"Alright, tomorrow I will send them to you by fax. But only because you
are a dear friend and I trust you."

As soon as Richard received the data, he immediately booked the tickets
for two people for a first class cruise around the world, starting from
Boston and ending in San Francisco. He then booked the trans-continental
train from San Francisco to New York, breaking the travel with some
stops, to have one more week of journey.

Then, when he received the tickets, he went to the campus entrance to
wait for Charles.

Charles recognized him at once, "Oh, Mister Stewart! How come you are
here again?"

"The other day we were calling each other by our first name..."

"The fact is that... I can't remember your name," Charles said, slightly
embarrassed.

"Richard, my name is Richard. I came to meet you. Do you have five
minutes?"

"Yes."

"Here, this is for you." Richard said giving him an envelope.

"For me?" Charles asked looking at the bulky white envelope where his
personal and family names were written. He opened it and started to
check its contents. "Is this a joke?" the boy asked.

"Not at all. In five days we will sail. You only need to take with you
the passport. No luggage, I'll provide for everything you need."

"But..."

"It's not exactly two months as you asked, but almost. The day after
tomorrow we will go together to buy your clothes and suitcases, all you
could need - I'll provide everything, of course. Then we will go to
Boston with my Ford, my driver will take us there, and we will go on
board."

"But... mine was just a quip."

"I took it for a suggestion. Did you change your mind?" Richard asked.

Charles looked again at the tickets, at the bookings. "What if I say
no?"

"I don't mind, you can just throw them away." Richard answered quietly.

Charles looked again all the papers, one by one, lingering to read the
cruise program. Then he noticed that the booking for a first class cabin
on the ship was for the most expensive luxury suite, in both their
names. "Will we sleep together?"

"Of course. Does this possibly bother you?"

Charles looked at him and said, "No. Do you always do this when you like
somebody?"

"No. But for you... You wanted a trip around the world but there were no
cruises lasting two months; the longest one was for forty-five days, but
with all the rest we will reach the two months."

"And you say you will offer me all I would need for the trip?"

"Yes, sure. You can choose what you like in the shops you like. I see
you wear only designers clothes, and you like Italian fashion as I do.
We can go at the top boutiques, I want you to get the best you can find
here in New York, from shoes to underwear, a complete wardrobe. I have
open accounts at Moschino, Nikos, Armani, Versace, Valentino, Missoni...
and others. You can freely choose anything you want to have with you."

"And all this just to make love with me."

"I'm not trying to buy you, if this is what you think. I just want to
make you happy. I like you a lot."

"You know how to tempt a boy, you! But you don't even know me."

"You don't know me either. This trip can be the occasion for us to get
to know each other."

"Two months in the same bed... what do you want from me?"

"That one day you will tell me you desire me."

"And if that doesn't happen?"

"It's a risk I'm ready to take. Until then... I will not touch you, no
matter how difficult that is for me."

"You are ubelievable, Richard! I'm tempted to accept."

"So, then, accept - you have nothing to lose, have you?"

"No, that's true."

"So, then, do you accept?"

"I think I will."

"I'll come here the day after tomorrow to fetch you, then. Nine o'clock
a.m. right here. Take with you just your passport and what you wear,
nothing else."

"The camera?"

"No, we will buy that also, the best on the market."

Charles was ready at the appointed time. Richard took him to the various
boutiques and shops and Charles chose everything he desired. When he
couldn't decide between two pieces, Richard just told him to take both
of them, without batting an eye. He also bought him a set of suitcases
in pearl-grey leather, where he settled all the purchases, and at last
they were ready to start the trip. Jose drove them to the pier. After
they boarded the beautiful ship, they were led to the suite.  It was
composed of four cabins - one with a king-size bed, a drawing room, a
living room, and a wide bathroom, all luxuriously furnished.

After the ship left the port, they started to explore it. They had
lunch, then went to the pool, and later to the gym. After the supper at
last they hit the bed. After switching off the light, they talked for a
while, then Charles stretched out a hand and caressed Richard's chest
through the pajamas.

"You really want this?" Richard asked.

"Sooner or later it has to happen. I might as well find out how it is to
make out with you," Charles answered slipping his hand under the pajamas
to caress the man's bare chest.

"You're already aroused," Richard noticed caressing him between his
legs.

"I saw you today at the pool - you are well built."

"You are too. May I switch on the light? I would like to look at you."

"No, not yet; possibly the next times, Richard; for now let's do it in
the dark."

"As you like."

They gradually undressed each other. The boy was kissing and licking him
all over his body. At first Richard did the same with some gentleness,
but then had the feeling that the boy liked being touched with some
roughness. He tried - he bit one of his nipples almost to the pain
threshold and Charles moaned, seized by pleasure, "So... yes..." he said
and clung to him with passion. Richard started again to manipulate,
grope, squeeze, nibble and bite him and Charles seemed more and more
excited.

"I want you!" the man said with hoarse voice, trying to put him in
position to be taken.

"No, wait." The boy moaned, but without really opposing.

Richard immobilized him - if Charles wanted, he really could free
himself easily, but, continuing to repeat "no... no..." the boy let him
procede. It was like a game, a very exciting game. Richard folded the
boy under himself and started to penetrate him.

The boy moaned, "Oh my god! What are you doing to me? You're strong...
you're a real male... Ohhhh... Richard... noooo... you are... Oh my god,
it's so big... so hard..." the boy panted.

Richard was keeping his wrists immobilized at the sides of the head,
while pushing inside him. Charles was girdling his waist with his legs
pulling him to himself, denying with his whole body the "no... no..." he
was repeating with an excited voice. Also the easiness with which the
boy was receiving him inside his channel showed to Richard that the boy
was well used to it...

When he was all inside the boy, Richard left his wrists and started to
over-tease the boy's nipples, while the boy girded his neck with both
arms and squeezed against him. Richard French-kissed him and started to
move inside him in rhythm, with strong pushes. Charles moaned and
wriggled happily. Richard liked more and more to fuck him and pistoned
into him with a will.

"Oh, Richard... stronger... bang me... make me feel you like me, I'm
yours... fuck me... Ohhhh, so... so... How good, Richard... you are a
real male, you..." the boy moaned enraptured.

Richard was strongly aroused; he was liking that boy a lot, the way he
allowed himself to be taken exalted him and the more he hammered in him
with vigor, the more Charles seemed to enjoy that intercourse.

"I like you, Charles... you're mine!"

"Yes... go on, harder..." the boy begged, wriggling under him with
increasing passion.

Richard was incredibly excited and, suddenly, with a set of determined
strokes, came inside him moaning aloud all of his intense enjoyment and
feeling as well the jets of warm liqueur shooting from the boy's penis,
imprisoned between their bellies.

"Ohhh, Richard... I'm... coming..." Charles panted tossing under him.

"God, how much I like you!" sighed the man abandoning himself to the
shuddering body of the boy.

"Yes, it has been wonderful; you are a real male. This will be a
wonderful trip."

"Sure, with you it will!" Richard said, satisfied.

"Can we sleep so? Naked?" Charles asked, caressing the man's body.

"Sure," Richard answered kissing him and slipping on his side. They fell
asleep, but during the night Richard woke up filled with desire and took
him again, to Charles' great delight.

All the journey long, they made love, and not only at night. At times,
during the day, Charles looked at him with open desire and asked him to
go to their suite, where they made love with the usual vigor and
passion. The boy, docile, yielded to all the desires of the man with
full participation.

They were visiting Bangkok, when Charles said, "I have never met a man
like you. The way you make love to me drives me crazy. Would you have me
as your steady boyfriend, Richard? Even after this splendid journey is
over?" the boy asked, his eyes shining with desire.

Richard really liked the boy very much, but he had still two trials to
do to win the bet, therefore he was somewhat disconcerted.

Charles felt his hesitation and asked, a little worriedly, "You just
wanted to amuse yourself during this trip..."

"No," Richard answered sincerely. "It's just that, after this cruise, I
will be very busy for some four months - previous commitments. We cannot
see each other for four months."

"Four months? But afterwards?"

"Then, if you would wait for me... I would like you to come to live with
me."

"Are you telling the truth?" Charles asked, brightening.

"I'm telling you the truth: I like you very much, Charles. I would be
happy if you were my boyfriend. But... we will talk of that after the
four months are over. So you too will be more certain about what you are
feeling for me."

"So, then, after mid July?"

"Yes, after mid July - if you still want to be my boyfriend, I will be
happy."

They ended the journey without losing a single occasion to unite
passionately and they parted with the promise to meet again four months
later. Charles was happy, as also was Richard, who felt he fell in love
with that boy who was so passionate and so submissive to all his
desires.



On January 15th, Patrick passed at the gasoline stand where Earl worked.
He approached the boy and asked him if he could use the toilet. Earl
said yes and gave him the key.

Patrick remained inside the toilet for a few minutes, to justify his
request, then went out and gave the key back to Earl. "Thank you. I
really needed to relieve myself. You have been really kind."

"Well, it was nothing much," the boy answered looking at him with some
interest.

Patrick said goodbye and went away. But the next day he went again to
the gasoline station with a beautiful apple that he gave to Earl to
thank him for the previous day's kindness.

"You didn't have to do that. I did nothing special." Earl said.

"Well, you've been kind, and... it is also a pretext to see you again,"
Patrick said looking at him with clear desire.

Earl understood what he meant and seemed slightly hesitant, embarrassed.

"What's your name?" Patrick asked him.

"Earl... and yours?"

"I'm Parick. What time do you end your shift?" he asked with a smile.

"At seven pm."

"Unfortunately I work at that time. I would have liked going to have a
beer together."

"Ah... yes... I would too. When are you free?"

"In the mornings."

"I am too. Up to lunch time."

"Then, tomorrow we could have lunch together."

"Willingly - there is a pizza shop there, you see it? We can meet in
front of it around noon."

"Alright," Patrick said.

He felt it had almost been too easy to hook Earl, how the boy at once
accepted to meet him again. Anyway, so much the better - evidently the
young man was interested in him. The following day he went to the pizza
shop about fifteen minutes in advance, but Earl was already there
waiting for him. They sat inside and asked for two pizzas and a liter of
beer.

"How old are you, Earl?"

"Twenty-one. And you?"

"Thirty-three."

"I thought less than that."

"Disappointed?"

"No, so what? You simply seem younger. What do you do?"

"My job? I'm a dishwasher; not such a good job."

"Well, does it give you a living?"

"Being careful not to waste money, yes. I don't complain, even if it
doesn't allow me a great life. Do you like your job?"

"Yes I do. I wouldn't like working behind a desk or in front of a
machine pushing knobs. And then, at times, I also get good tips."

"Unhappily with my job I never see a tip."

"I see. What do you do in your free time?"

"I go to the library or to a museum - all free things," Patrick said
with a bashful smile.

"And how do you amuse yourself?"

"Strolling, talking with a friend, window-shopping or touring department
stores and dreaming. Again all things free of charge."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Earl asked, looking directly at him.

Here is the crucial question, Patrick told himself. "No, and I never
wanted one," he answered quietly.

"You neither?" Earl asked, continuing to stare into his eyes, while
biting a piece of pizza, then continued, "That's why I wanted to live
alone."

"I don't understand..."

"Well, you know, my parents continued to insist - when will you get a
girl, when will you have a family. I wanted to be free, I wanted to take
home a friend without problems."

"Problems?" Patrick asked, pretending he didn't understand.

"Well, you know, there are times when one can desire to be in total
freedom for a while with a friend, relaxing a while together, having
some intimacy, you understand?"

"Yes, sure. Even amusing themselves for a while, together," Patrick
encouraged him.

"This also."

"Things that, when one lives with his family, one cannot do."

"Exactly. And also, if I wanted to spend a night at a friend's place, it
was a problem. Asking him to spend a night at my place, then, was an
impossibility. Now, on the contrary..."

"And... do you have many friends?" Patrick asked.

"Friends... common friends, I have enough of those; but intimate
friends... not at this time."

"Don't you miss them?"

"Rather... and you?"

"I also am without close friends at present. That's why I desired to get
to know you," Patrick answered.

"Then... we can meet again," Earl proposed with a sweet smile.

"I'd like it a lot," Patrick answered.

"Would you like coming to see where I live?" Earl asked.

"Today it would be somewhat difficult - in a while you have to start
working and I will end my work very late."

"Tomorrow morning? If I give you my address, would you come to see me?"

"Willingly. What time?"

"What time do you wake up?"

"Around eight, usually."

"And how long would it take to come to my place?"

"Write your address here... I think that around nine thirty I can manage
to be at your place, before ten, anyway."

"Good, I'll wait for you at ten o'clock, then. But if you're able to
come earlier, it will be even better."

"I'll do my best, Earl - I long for tomorrow morning."

"So do I."

On the following morning, Patrick reached Earl's house at nine; he
intentionally woke up at seven.

Earl was still wearing his pajamas, but welcomed him with a wide smile,
"Did you find my place easily?"

"Yes. But... were you still in bed?"

"No, I had a shower, then breakfast and was about to dress up. If you
wait just a moment, I'll change," Earl said, pulling off the pajama top
and exposing his bare chest.

"You don't need to dress, you can stay as you are, can't you?" Patrick
said getting near him and taking the top from his hands, to make him
understand that he should remain bare chested.

Earl smiled and asked, "So?"

"Yes, so." Patrick answered brushing his hip.

"And you? Don't you feel hot?" the youth suggested, raising his sweater
a little in front.

"Yes," Patrick said.

"Pull it off, then. Or rather, may I pull it off?"

"Yes," Patrick answered raising his arms.

Earl slipped off the sweater but, when it passed over Patrick's head and
was still rolled up around his arms, he seized Patrick by his hips
pulling him to himself and kissed his lips. Patrick kissed him back then
finished taking off the sweater. Earl started to unbutton his shirt
while Patrick caressed him between his legs, feeling the erection that
he seized through the light fabric of the pajamas trousers.

In a short time they both were naked, one in front of the other; then
Earl, caressing him, said, "You are so beautiful! Come to my bed," and
steered him to his small bedroom. He gently pushed Patrick on the bed,
climbed to his side, embraced and kissed him, full of desire.

Patrick knew, thanks to Richard's account, that Earl liked to be a top.
He didn't mind this at all, but he too would like taking the youth.
Before Earl tried with him, therefore, he started to tease his anus with
a finger.

Earl didn't withdraw, but turned so he could rummage between Patrick's
cheeks with his fingers. Doing so, each of them found the other's penis
in front of his face and, instictively, united in a passionate
sixty-nine, continuing to tease each other's anus. Both were incredibly
aroused. Earl turned again to kiss Patrick deeply.

Patrick, after a long and passionate kiss, with a voice hoarse with
desire, murmured, "I want you, Earl. I want you!"

"I too want you."

"I know, but later. Please, Earl... please..."

The youth nodded in assent and spread wide his legs, offering himself
with a smile. Patrick kneeled between his thighs, raised them and Earl
with his hand directed the hard member to his anus, while with the other
hand caressed his testicles. "But... go smoothly - I'm not yet fully
used to it. I still feel some pain."

"But do you like it?" Patrick asked, starting to push very gently.

"Sufficiently, but then, I like you. Aaah! Go slowly..."

"Yes..." Patrick panted, trying to hold back the desire that would have
pushed him to penetrate the boy in just one stroke.

While Patrick was opening his way very carefully and slowly, he was
caressing the boy trying to arouse him as much as possible.

Earl made a slight grimace.

"Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?" Patrick asked.

"No, don't worry."

"Relax..."

"I'm trying. Don't worry, it's OK, really," Earl panted.

Patrick started again to push and finally he was totally inside him. He
then started to file his hole gently and strongly at once, until he felt
that Earl was beginning to feel intense pleasure. He then let himself go
and took him more vigorously, enjoying the tight and hot channel that
had entirely accepted his tool.

When he finally reached his orgasm and unloaded in him, drawing a
breath, he asked, "Did I hurt you?"

"No, not so much, and I enjoyed it a lot."

"Now, if you want to take me..." he sweetly said.

Earl smiled and prepared himself to take him. Patrick welcomed him
inside without a problem and the youth, incredibly aroused, started to
hammer inside him with gusto. Patrick liked it; it made him think of a
wild colt. The boy had a blissful smile while taking him. At last they
relaxed, panting, sated.

"I loved it a lot, Patrick. Will you come again to see me?"

"Yes, willingly. I too enjoyed making love with you."

They met almost every day. Earl was visibly more and more fond of
Patrick, who was sorry that after all he was just using the boy to win a
bet. Patrick actually liked the youth, though not enough to make him his
boyfriend. Therefore he tried to see that Earl didn't become too
attached to him, all the while keeping their relation going. In a sense,
it had all happened too fast.

Patrick was feeling more and more ill at ease and was counting the days
until the two months were over. Earl felt that something was troubling
Patrick and asked him what was up. When there were only ten days left to
mid March, Patrick told him he didn't feel so sure he really wanted to
have a steady relationship with him.

Earl nodded, "Yes, I was feeling it. I probably pestered you too much,
because I like you a lot.  I had to understand that it was not possible
that a beautiful man like you was really interested in me."

"No, Earl, you have no reason to reproach yourself. I'm happy I met you,
but..."

"You don't want to see me any more?"

"No, no, we can meet again. Just, you see, without any commitment. I
don't feel like making it permanent."

"Yes, I understand. Alright. But I like you too much to give up meeting
with you."

When on March 14th Patrick met Richard, the latter was satisfied: he had
been successful in three encounters out of three. He still was one score
ahead of Patrick. When Patrick told him about Earl, Richard laughed,
"You are way too romantic. What does it matter to you!"

"You talk like that, meanwhile you've found your Charles. You like him,
and he's waiting for you. But I'm sorry that Earl was falling in love
with me, just because of our bet, our games."

"If you want, you can admit defeat."

"No, at this point I'm in the game and I'll play it, but I'm not really
proud of what we're doing. I just hope to be able to show you that money
isn't everything or even the main thing."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5

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