Date: Sat, 22 Nov 2008 08:50:53 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Neither Angel nor Hustler 08/11 (encounters)

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NEITHER ANGEL NOR HUSTLER
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008
written on August 12, 1992
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by Acam

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"NEITHER ANGEL NOR HUSTLER" 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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Eighth notebook

I decided to leave the city or rather to leave Italy. In fact I think if
I stay here I will go crazy. I cannot go on loving and desiring Giorgio
and just be a friend and not even his best friend. I can't go on
counting the days between his calls and his visits. I can't bear it when
I feel I have to interpret every gesture in an attempt to guess what he
feels towards me. I'm getting to be paranoid. Giorgio has his woman and
his boys (now he has a third). I am of no use to him any more.

I have to go to try to forget him and rebuild my life. I have to find a
balance and some peace. It is not his fault; I understand that very well
it's my own fault and nobody else's. In fact I'm trying to react against
myself and not against him. Zio says it is useless and that I cannot run
away from myself. Jimmi on the other hand says I am right to do so. For
once I will listen to myself and to Jimmi. I decided!

I will go to Amsterdam. I called Samba who is happy and will wait for
me. I decided to hitchhike as spring is here and the weather is fine. By
hitching I occupy myself during the travel and save some money. I will
just take my rucksack, my old sleeping bag and a waterproof tarpaulin. A
tent would be too heavy and I will probably sleep just as well in the
open air as I would in a tent. I will also take a gas camping stove to
cook my food and an aluminium mess-tin. But I'm leaving.

Just having made a decision makes me feel better. I will leave early in
the morning so I will have the whole day before me to get a long way
from here. I have a map too where I traced a possible route, but
everything depends on what rides I get. I just have to keep going due
north. It's less than a thousand kilometres I think, at least as the
crow flies.

I told my johns I was going (I passed almost all of them to my friends)
and said goodbye to my friends (including Giorgio who seemed surprised
at my decision). I went on my way at seven in the morning.

+++++++++++++++

It's already mid day and it's not too cold and anyway I'm warmly
dressed. I have been lucky enough and in about ten hours and five rides
I got as far as Olten on the bank of a river. I will eat part of my
food, check my position on the map then go back to hitchhiking.

++++++++++++++

At nine in the evening, after two hours of trying I could not get anyone
to give me a ride. It wasn't that there wasn't any traffic - on the
contrary, but none of those bastards stopped. Around ten p.m. I saw a
shadow walking towards me. He drew nearer. He was another hitchhiker a
tall slender boy, with black hair who studied me as he approached. When
he got to two steps from me I noticed he is curly and had a rascally
smile on his lips. He put his rucksack on the ground and stretched still
looking me over.

Then he asked, "Fran¨ais?"

"No, italien."

"Ah, like me then. Fortunately as I don't know a single word in French
and I mangle English. Have you been here long?"

"Three hours."

"What fucking bad luck! So I have little chance here either. Listen if a
car stops we share the ride? In night time in this dead end place..."

"It is rather difficult to get a car to stop for two especially now that
it is dark..."

"Yeah, you're right. Well you were here before me so when we see a car
coming I will hide... there behind that bush. I will cone out only when
you get a ride and leave. Alright?"

"Or until he drives past without stopping and leaves me standing here."
I said.

"Well, don't be so pessimistic! Do you smoke?"

"No."

"That's a pity. I really need a fag and I'm completely out. Ah, a car
coming. Good luck!" he said and hid.

I checked he was well hidden so that he couldn't be seen from the car
even when it's nearby or else they would think to an ambush. All was OK.
I raised my thumb... and the car darted away hooting for mockery. I
yelled him to go and fuck himself with a meaningful gesture and the
other hitchhiker came out.

"What a bastard!" he commented sympathetically.

"You can say that again!"

The boy rubbed his feet then said, "I'm Gigi and you?"

"Niki."

"Where are you going?"

"Amsterdam."

"Ah same here. It looks as if we are going to do the entire journey
together. If it doesn't put you off."

I looked at him. He looked friendly and having a companion on the
journey could be nice especially when we had to wait a long time between
lift.

"Are you going on holiday, Niki?"

"No, I'll be looking for a job."

"I have one! My folk made me quit school as was going so badly and found
a job for me. But I don't start till next month so I decided to enjoy
this last free time. And it will be a fucking awful job unfortunately."

"What kind of job?"

"Porter at the wholesale central market."

"It doesn't sound a lot of fun..."

"You can say that again, brother!"

We chatted some more. Two cars passed without stopping (at that point I
didn't even ask him to hide) and it was midnight.

"Listen Gigi: I give up for tonight. I'll lie down and sleep."

"You could be right. Tomorrow morning in daylight it will be easier.
Where did you think of sleeping?"

"Here by the roadside."

"No... Each passing car would wake us up. Moreover the dust and the
smell of exhaust would be unpleasant... on my way here I noticed a small
dirt lane going down towards the river between the trees and the fields.
It would be quieter there. What do you think?"

"Alright lead the way."

When we got there Gigi carefully chose where to spread our sleeping
bags. He found a small grassy level place sheltered by some bushes and
he started to tear handfuls of leaves from the branches and to put them
on the ground.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"Making a bed of leaves to spread the tarpaulin over or else tomorrow
morning we will get up with aches in all our bones. You had better
help."

"Where did you learn to do such things?"

"Five years in the scouts."

"Are you a boy scout?"

"Ex-boy scout!" he answered - on the contrary.

I helped him. We made a bed of leaves spread the tarpaulin on them and
on it put the sleeping bags. I was beginning to get into mine.

"Don't you undress?" he asked me.

"No, I'm afraid I I'll get too cold."

"Tomorrow you will stink like a billy-goat. Don't you have a track
suit?"

"Yes..."

"Then take off all your clothes, fold them neatly and put them into your
rucksack so that they won't get wet and put on your track suit before
you get in your sleeping bag."

I did exactly as he said. While he was undressing I stole a glance at
his half naked body by moonlight. Mmmhhh, not bad at all!

"Before taking off your shoes come and have a piss in case you need to
do it in the middle of the night and have to get cold."

We moved away some steps from our sleeping bags pulled it out and
pissed. I looked at him again without being too conspicuous and again I
liked what I saw. We went back and finally each of us slipped into his
sleeping bag. We talked some more but I couldn't get warm.

"Gigi I'm cold. Aren't you?"

"No, I'm alright. You aren't used to sleeping in the open are you?"

"No, I've done it a few times but always in full summer."

"And maybe fully dressed?"

"I'll put my clothes on again..."

"Don't talk bollocks. Listen to me."

"But I'm freezing!"

"Listen!  We both have quite large sleeping bags so do you know what we
are going to do? We can put one inside the other and we can sleep
together so we will be more thickly covered and will warm each other
up." He said and started to get out of his bag.

"No, it doesn't matter..." I said hesitantly. In fact I was afraid that
if I did as he suggested I would put my hands on him and I knew he
wouldn't have been willing as when we were on the road he talked about
his girl who "... gives me her slit with even more pleasure that I have
in taking her."

He interpreted wrongly my hesitation and laughing said, "Hey, don't
worry. I'm not a faggot on my word! I will not jump you tonight. I only
like pussy!"

I laughed too and replied "And what if the faggot was me and I wanted to
rape you?"

He laughed again "Don't talk bullshit! You don't look the least bit like
a faggot. Hurry up and come out or else I'll be the one to get frozen."
He said and came down to open my bag's zipper.

I got out shivering. He bustled for a short while preparing our new
accommodation and then said, "Get in first and then I'll join you.
You'll see that we will warm up quickly in this nest."

I complied and intended to behave so as not to disturb him. He joined me
and then closed the two zippers and tucked the edge of the bags around
our necks so as not to let the cold air in. After a few moments the
warmth started to wrap round me and I felt better. But that very warmth
and his body almost touching mine gave me an incredible hard-on. I
shifted my position so that he couldn't feel it.

He suddenly said, "You were joking just now weren't you?"

"What about?" I asked to give me time to think.

"About the fact that you are... a fag. Are you offended by my asking
you?"

"No, I'm not offended. Yes, I'm a fag but I'd rather say gay."

"Ah... but you are pulling my leg aren't you?"

"I told you I'm gay. What's the problem - are you scared?"

"Scared? No. It's just that if you really are then you are the first I
have ever and you seem not at all a half woman."

"No, I'm a hundred per cent male."

"But... well... if you don't want to tell me..."

"Go on, spit it out."

"But... do you like taking it in your arse?"

"Yes, and putting it in an arse and giving head or getting head. Are you
satisfied?"

"No... you're having me on!" he said hesitantly with a giggle.

"Listen do you need proof?" I asked taking his hand and forcing it
between my legs for him to feel my hard-on under my clothes.

He pulled away his hand as he was scalded and then said, "Well that
happens to me too sometimes. It means nothing."

"But I got the hard-on because you are so close to me. But don't worry.
I'll absolutely not try anything on with you."

He was silent for a while thinking and then asked, "Does it bother you
if I ask you something else?"

"No, not at all."

"Did you ever fuck with a girl?"

"No, never."

"And why not?"

"Did you ever fuck with a boy?" I asked.

"No... no, no."

"And why not?"

"I see. You're right. It was a silly question."

Another long silence.

Then, "Are you asleep, Niki?"

"Not yet."

"Shit, but you are a nice guy... smart..."

"Thank you. You are too."

"I mean... You didn't have to tell me - I would never ever have guessed.
Why did you tell me? Were you hoping I was one too?"

"No, I had realised from what you told me that you dig girls."

"So then?"

"Out of honesty. So that if it bothered you to sleep with me like this
you wouldn't have to."

"No, I'm not at all bothered being like this with you."

"Not even when I made you touch me... there?"

"N... no. I just didn't expect it. But did you really get that hard-on
because of me?"

"Sure. I told you. I like you."

"You mean that... I am your type?"

"Exactly."

"I'm sorry..."

"What for?"

"I know what it's like to be close to someone who makes you horny and to
know that there is no chance of doing anything. It happened to me once,
with a girl and I felt really bad."

"Well it's not such a bad problem. It is common for gay people to find
that we desire someone who is not willing."

"Yes, anyway it's bad."

Another long silence.

"Niki?"

"Yes, Gigi?"

"If I'm a pain in the arse just tell me, but..."

"Alright. Go on."

"... but... is it good doing it with boys? I mean -I can understand how
the one who fucks gets his pleasure. An arse whether its a boy's or a
girl's is just an arse. But the one who is fucked..."

"He can enjoy it just as much."

"I really can't believe that. Specially for a manly person such as you."

"Well, you only have to try it once and then you will understand. I'm
not saying with me. Just one day or another."

"No... I... no."

"Why not? Explain it to me."

"I... do you want the truth?"

"Of course."

"What if I discovered you are right?"

"That is that it's good?"

"Right. I could became a fa... a gay I too, couldn't I?"

"No way! Either you already are (maybe without knowing it) and then you
will enjoy it. Or you aren't and then you will not enjoy it. One doesn't
become gay. It's not an infectious disease. It's not a disease at all.
But if you are gay or if you are bisexual sooner or later it will come
out. Well then it's better to come out earlier than later. The later you
realise it the more you will suffer for it... and make others suffer."

"When did you realise?"

"I was about fourteen."

"Shit! And didn't you feel bad?"

"Not at all. Did you feel bad when you understood you like women?"

Gigi burst into laughter and then became serious again "You know, Niki,
one hears so many things about gays... then one meets a guy like you,
and... I can't understand a thing about it any more!"

"I know. There are still lots of prejudices about gay people just as
there are about black men, about women, about Jews or about gypsies."

"But you... do you have a... a boyfriend? A lover?"

"No, but I would like to."

"And how... how would you like him to be?"

"One like you, physically."

"That is manly?"

"Right so. A gay is a man that desires another man not a half woman as
you thought."

"I see. You told me just before that I'm your type..."

"And that I'm not going to touch you..."

"I know. I trust you. Anyway... I like you a lot Niki, I have to admit
it to you. And I esteem you, because you're a guy who calls a spade a
spade. Moreover you are a hunk too."

"Hey! Don't go too far now or else I will get a swollen head." I said,
jokingly.

We fell asleep a little later without saying anything more.

+++++++++++++++++

The following morning when we got up Gigi was happy and joked with me as
if our conversation had never happened and I appreciated that. We
decided to hitchhike together through thick and thin. We were lucky
enough and by dusk we reached Wiesloch with just three lifts. Along the
road we chatted a lot but Gigi didn't revert to the subject of the
previous night.

In Wiesloch Gigi said, "Do you know what I think Niki? It's useless to
hitchhike in the dark. We can go to a pub and have a beer or two and
then look for a good place to sleep so that we can have a good rest
until tomorrow morning. Are you willing?"

"Very good, I'm willing."

At the pub he talked almost the whole time. He told me about his life,
his family and his dreams.

"The thought that I have to be a porter at the wholesale central market
pisses me off. But as I don't like studying - without qualifications
nowadays one can't expect anything better."

"Unfortunately you are right."

"That's why I want to enjoy this month and do things that I will not be
able to do never again for god knows how long. Perhaps I could fuck a
pretty Dutch girl, why not? Get drunk... do crazy things that I would
never do at home... Smoke grass... Do you understand me?"

"Perfectly."

We chatted like that until he suggested, "Are we going to look for a
place?"

"Ok."

I let him choose - he was more expert than I was. He singled out a
secluded place, just outside of the village between the wooden wall of a
ruined stable and a bushy thicket.

He prepared the place then said, "It is cold tonight too. We could use
the sleeping bags one in the other like last night, Is that alright?"

"As you want."

We both slid inside. After a while and some trivialities Gigi said, "You
know today I've been thinking a lot about what you told me last
night..."

I didn't say a word.

"I... when I was thirteen... I hid in my Dad's garage with a schoolmate
and we lowered our trousers and we beat each other's meat."

"Normal kids' games." I said, wondering what he was driving at.

"Well, it was not exactly thirteen... almost fourteen. And... I have to
admit it was fun doing that together... I would lie if I said I didn't
like it."

I again said nothing.

He then hesitantly went on, "So then I told myself that after all if
Niki would like to do that... I could do it with him too... What would
be wrong in doing it? Between friends..."

"But would you really like that?"

As an answer he turned towards me and made me feel his hard-on by
pushing it against my side through our clothes. I didn't move and kept
silent.

Then he said, almost in a whisper, "You can feel it, can't you?"

"Yes, I can feel it."

"And... yours?"

"Why don't you check..."

He stretched out a hand and felt fingering my stomach until he found my
hard-on. This time he didn't move his hand away as he had last night.

"You want to do it too then..." he whispered.

"You make me want to..."

"May I... pull yours out?"

"Yes."

"And... will you pull mine?"

"Yes."

In a while we were beating each other meat.

"How's it?" I asked after a while.

"A lot better than alone." he said with a giggle.

With my other hand I gently kneaded his balls then and stroked his groin
then the inner part of his thighs. Soon he was reciprocating. Then felt
him shudder and go rigid so I slowed down.

"Are you near coming?" I asked.

"Yes..." he said in a hoarse voice.

"Wait, then or we will get our sleeping bags wet... I'll make you
come... another way..."

He stayed still and in silence. I undid the zippers to give room to move
freely and curled down towards his cock (I could admire it at last). My
back felt cold but I didn't mind.

"I'll make you come in my mouth so that you don't wet the bag. Alright?"

"Yes but... what about you?"

"I'll get out my handkerchief and come in that."

"I... I don't feel like taking yours in my mouth... I'm sorry."

"I'm not asking you to. The faggot is me isn't it?" I said and went down
to give him head.

He gave a start and almost yelped with pleasure. I brought all my skill
to bear.

"Oh, shiiiit! It's too... too good! Ooohhh, what... What are you doing
to me... shit what... Niki, you're... you're a wizard... You'll make
me... come! Ooohh, you're..."

He pushed his pelvis upwards to meet the movements of my mouth on his
heated cock. And with a choked long dull scream he arched up and
unloaded into my mouth one gush after the other and it never seemed to
end. He then suddenly relaxed and panted heavily. I went on sucking
until I was sure I drank the last drop. I then slowly slipped off my
mouth from his still hard cock and while gently caressing it (I know
very well how very sensitive it is after such an intense orgasm) I lay
at his side with one of my legs on his own and my face almost brushing
against his.

"Did you enjoy it, Gigi?"

"Fucking hell! Do you really need to ask me? Not much more of that and I
would have been struck dead with pleasure. You're a wizard! How did you
get to be so good at it?"

"We fags are better connoisseurs of men than women are because we fags
are men too."

"Stop calling yourself a fag!"

"But I am a fag."

"Fag is a fucking bad word. Gay is better..."

"It doesn't change anything to use a different word."

"It changes it for me as to me you're not a fag... You're a... a
friend."

"Who likes sucking cocks and so on."

"But you didn't come yet."

"It doesn't matter."

"It matters! You wanted to enjoy it as much as I wanted it. Therefore
now it's up to me to make you come." And he started again to beat my
meat.

I thought I would play a little trick on him. I know how to avoid
coming... After a good while (his wrist had to be tired) he asked me,
"How come that you don't come?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe I'm ... am not doing it right."

"No, it's not that. Don't you feel how hard it still is?"

He went on, using the other hand, then said, "Shit, but you wanted it as
much as me, didn't you?"

"Sure."

"So then it could be... it could be because... But tell me doesn't it
taste of piss?"

"No, not at all."

"Do you want me... to try to... taking it in y mouth?"

"I would like that of course, but you said..."

"Well, after all I can give it a try at least before saying I don't
like..."

"If you want..." I said with a humble tone (what an actor! I thought).

Somewhat hesitating he curled down until he reached it and started to
taste it with the tip of his tongue almost shyly. He licked the tip.

"There is no taste..." he said more to himself than to me.

He finally bravely brought himself to take it all in his mouth. I then
started to stroke his head and guide it without being too obvious to
give it a good rhythm. I could feel his teeth a bit but it was not bad.
Gigi was really doing his best.

Then I said, "When I'm near coming I'll warn you so that you can pull
away..."

He stopped for a moment and said, "You... just enjoy it. I'll take care
of all the rest."

He resumed giving me head, I then stopped controlling myself and in a
moment started to download into his mouth. He gagged but heroically
resisted and swallowed it all making weird noises. When he became aware
that it was all over, he straightened up.

He said, "That's funny... at first it was weird but the taste is not
bad. I wasn't so good at it, was I?"

"Well it was your first time."

He lay at my side and we tidied ourselves and the sleeping bags. He kept
silent for a long time, and I was thinking he fell asleep, and on the
contrary he said, "Niki, I can't understand it but... I've a hard-on
again."

I was almost laughing and said, "Would you like a second go?"

"Yes, but..." he started to say and then fell silent.

"And?" I encouraged him.

"You told me that you like also... taking it and..."

"And I also like putting it."

"Right." He said, and became silent again.

"Would you like to fuck me?" I asked.

"Yes but... If I fuck you, then... you too of course..."

"Of course." I confirmed.

"I feel somewhat... somewhat scared honestly."

"What scares you, Gigi?"

"Lots of things..."

"Like? Tell me."

"That it might hurt... that I might like it too much... Because I liked
feeling it in my mouth and I would never have thought that... Never."

"So, then we just don't do it."

"But I want to try so very badly... I got this hard-on just thinking of
it do you see?"

At that point I decided to seduce him, to conquer him.

"Listen to me carefully, Gigi..." I said turning toward him and moving
almost on top of him, "you are a good boy and I have absolutely no
desire to cause you problems. Your body is really beautiful..." and so
saying I caressed him, lingering on the right spots, "... and you have a
cock that many would envy you for..." and I fondled it making it become
even harder, "And you are also really nice..." and I caressed his cheeks
and neck. "So it's just natural for me that I desire you very much..."
and I made him feel that my hard-on was awake again too, "but I have not
the least intention to force you or to take advantage of you because
above all I want to be your friend." And gave him more caresses that
would have awakened even a dead man. "Therefore I tell you just one
thing - let's stop now and let's sleep. I just would like..." and I was
felling him shudder to my touching, "... I just would like before going
to sleep I would like you to do for me one small thing..."

"Wha... what?" he asked me and his voice betrayed his excitation.

"I would like you to kiss me before we go to sleep. A real kiss do you
understand?"

"A... a French kiss?"

"Yes. Do you want to give me this small proof of your friendship?"

"Ye... yes..."

Our mouths glued together and I brushed his already hard nipples, which
were as firm as two small peas, and he was kissing me more and more
deeply almost like a thirsty person attaching himself to a bottle and
his excitement was dizzily increasing.

"Niki..." he said with a choked voice, "Niki... I want it too badly I
can't resist... Niki, take me do what you want but... I need to fuck, I
want to fuck you!"

I was going on exciting him with my caresses, "Gigi, would you let me
first take your little arse, and then shove it all inside my arse?"

"Yes, yes!"

I raised his track suit on his chest, "I first take you, but then you
will fuck me and make me die with pleasure?"

"Yes, oh yes!"

"Then take off your trousers and then mine too. Go on!"

While he was complying almost in a frenzy, I sucked his nipples and with
both hands caressed his cock and his arse.

"Spread your legs, now..." I said, and he did it at once.

I went down to lick his cock, then his balls, and finally his small
arse-hole, spreading more his legs, and he was leaving me do, moaning
and wriggling for the pleasure. I rimmed it and, a little with my
finger, ad a little with the tip of my tongue, massaged the inviolate
hole while skilfully beating his hard meat.

"Oh, shit! Ooohhh shiiiit! You are really killing me with pleasure
you're a devil! You're driving me crazy! Oh, Niki, what are you doing to
me? It's way too good..."

My finger sank in him to the second knuckle and I turned it around with
the right pressure. When I felt he was well relaxed and strongly turned
on, I slowly went up licking his balls again and his cock and further up
and up... and with one hand I guided my cock to the right position until
it was pushing against his throbbing hole. I reached his mouth with
mine. I kissed him and he passionately returned my kiss. I started to
rim his hole with the tip of my cock to get him used to that presence
that I knew he desired and feared at the same time.

I started to penetrate him as slowly as I could - far slower than I
thought I could sustain while I was still kissing him and teasing one of
his nipples with my free hand. He didn't put up the least resistance so
I was sure I was not hurting him and he shuddered a bit under me. His
hands rested on my buttocks, which were tight with the effort and
stroked them and then pulled them against himself almost to accelerate
the penetration. I nibbled his lower lip and he moaned again.

With a voice hoarse with passion, he said, "Go on, Niki, take me... I
like it..."

"Am I not hurting you, Gigi?"

"No... I like... god how good! Fuck me, go on fuck me!"

He was almost shouting, and I let myself go and fucked him for good. The
whole of his body shook rhythmically with my strokes and he tossed his
head left and tight possessed by intense pleasure. His virgin little
hole, hot and tight, was wrapping my cock and I too was feeling an
intense pleasure.

"Do you like that, Gigi?"

"Yes. Too much..."

"Is it good between men?"

"Yeeees!"

"Tell me how much you are enjoying it."

"Too much; way too much!"

"You're mine, Gigi!"

"Yes, yours!"

"Tell again you're mine.!

"Yours, I'm yours; I'm yours!"

"Again."

"I'm yours; I'm yours!"

Again... I'm ready to come in your arse..."

"I'm yours, Niki I'm yours... aaah! Yeees, come... I'm yours! Yours,
yes. Yours... yours..."

With my last two frantic strokes I came. While I was relaxing in a sweat
but satisfied I realised that Gigi had come too - between our bellies.
Staying on top of him I gently stroked him.

In a whisper I asked him, "Did you come too? You did didn't you?"

"Yes. It was wonderful, incredible. I never enjoyed anything so much up
to now. When you came I couldn't control myself any more. Oh, Niki if
this is being gay... I want to be gay!"

"But like that you can't fuck me."

"I couldn't control myself. I told you! I tried, but..."

"Do you swear that tomorrow night you will fuck me?"

"Shit, Niki, do you need to ask?"

"Yes, I like hearing you say it."

"I'll fuck you. I promise!"

"Where?"

"In your nice little arse!"

"All inside?"

"All to the balls. I swear!"

I slowly slipped out of him and we cleaned ourselves. Then we dressed
and finally lay down to sleep.

+++++++++++++

The following day Gigi did nothing but talk about his "discovery" and he
seemed merry and satisfied. And from time to time said to me with a
conspiratorial air, "Tonight I'll put it in your arse but then you too
will put it in mine won't you? Won't you my beautiful little man?"

+++++++++++++

The following night we stopped in Kerfeld. Gigi was eager to find a good
place where to stop and "have a good sleep after we have done all the
other things". At nine p.m. we were already occupied by preparing our
sleeping place. So started the "most memorable" night of Gigi's life as
he said. I certainly did my best to make it a really memorable one. We
started with a sixty-nine, then we took each other and when we stopped I
had brought him to orgasm three times. He fell asleep on top of me in my
arms.

When he woke up he confessed me he was feeling ready to begin again. I
dissuaded him only by making him understand that if we did it in
daylight we risked being caught and put in jail for offence against
decency.

I never saw a faster and simpler conversion (well, I had really done my
best!). Gigi was literally electrified.

He asked me a couple of times, "Niki, do you like my little arse?"

"Of course I do. And do you like mine?"

"And how!"

We finally got to Amsterdam. I told him I had to go to one of my friends
houses therefore we had to say goodbye.

"Is he gay too?"

"Yes, and he is a dear friend. A Brazilian. He lives with a Dutch boy."

"Is he gay too? Are they lovers?"

"No, just friends but sometimes they have sex together."

"That is like you and I."

"Yes, more or less."

"I would like to meet you again, Niki."

"I would too, Gigi but I don't know if it will be possible. I still
don't know where I will find a place to sleep. If I will find a job what
I will do in the next few days..."

"Well... as destiny led us to meet on this journey, if destiny so
decides we will meet again won't we?"

"Sure."

"It's a pity we are in public. I would have liked to kiss you... a real
kiss."

"It seems to me that here in Amsterdam nobody would be scandalised if
two boys were to have a French kiss..." I just threw the idea out.

"Well... I'm not yet used to such things. I think I would feel
ashamed... but... let's go behind that gate..." and there we exchanged a
very long, deep kiss.

"Thank you Niki."

"What for?"

"For having opened my eyes and having let me discover a fantastic way to
enjoy myself. And for having opened... something else."

"To have taken your virginity?"

"Just so. I lost something useless."

+++++++++++++

I was sorry to lose Gigi, but even though he knew I am gay he didn't
know I was a hustler and I was afraid that even if he accepted my
gayness (and his) he would not accept the rest as well. I easily found
Samba's apartment but he was not at home nor was Hansel. So I decided to
wait for them in a pub that was opposite.

I saw them both coming and walked towards them. As soon as Samba
recognised me from far away he ran towards me opening his arms and
yelling aloud.

"My Niki! Here you are at least!"

He embraced me very tightly. Meanwhile Hansel had drawn nearer and Samba
introduced us.

"It's just as if I already knew you..." I said him.

"I feel that too. Gilmar doesn't stop talking to me about you and the
other friends. I'm pleased to have you here with us."

We went up to their home. Samba suggested that I have a shower and while
I was washing myself he stayed there to talk with me. Meanwhile Hansel
was fixing our meal. Samba asked me the news about everybody then also
about my journey. So I told him also about Gigi.

"Mmhhh," he commented, "who can resist to my Niki?"

"Giorgio..." I bitterly answered.

"You can't put him out of your mind, can you?"

"I'm trying to... But it's not easy."

Samba sympathetically smiled. "And... that Gigi; what is he to you?"

"Some very agreeable fucks with a really nice and pleasant person...
nothing more. I think we could become good friends but nothing more."

At table Hansel showed he was even nicer than what I had guessed from my
friend's letters. After dinner we chatted some more and then as they
noticed I looked tired they wanted me to stay there to sleep with them
in their bed. When I said I didn't want to be in the way Hansel argued
that a friend is never in the way.

The next day they saw me downtown and fixed a date for lunch. They were
going to work at the William Higgins Escort & Boys, promising me that
they would talk about me with their Big Boss.

We met for lunch. They told me that they arranged two days off to show
me around the city and that when they had to go back to work, I could go
with them for a preliminary interview.

We toured Amsterdam far and wide, including a short boat tour on its
canals, and on those three nights they made me tour the best gay
premises to amuse myself. Even though I already knew that Amsterdam ids
a paradise for us gays what I saw amazed me. At Westmarket there is even
a monument to gay people! And then there are gay hotels, gay
restaurants, gay bars, gay discos, gay saunas, gay shops, a gay museum
with a reproduction of Jeff Stryker's cock... and boys who looked really
straight who were hugging and kissing on the streets. I was literally
overwhelmed. Samba and Hansel laughed at my amazement. To be gay in
Amsterdam is as normal as to be blond in Italy!

++++++++++++++++

On the afternoon of my second day in Amsterdam, Samba said he had to go
out to do some errands and I stayed at home with Hansel.

While he was going out at the door Samba said to me quietly "I'll be out
at least a couple hours. Take it easy."

"What do you mean?"

But he at once said aloud, "See you!" and ran down the stairs.

Hansel looked at me when I got back and said, "Samba is a little rogue
isn't he? I told him that it was not the case... I mean... only because
I told him I like you a lot... he thinks we have to have sex now..."

I saw he was somewhat embarrassed so I said with a smile, "No we don't
have to. But we could; why not? I like you very much too."

"You are very kind..."

"No, I'm just honest. Do you think that a couple of hours will be
enough?"

He smiled me, stood up and drew near me, "We will make them enough;
right?"

He embraced me inviting me with a gentle gesture to kiss him. Our
clothes fell on the floor one after the other and our eyes and hands
explored the body thus exposed and offered. In a few minutes the bed
welcomed our bodies - by then thirsty for pleasure. Hansel had a
peculiar way of making love - he almost seemed to be handling a precious
object... like a real connoisseur of art. He was savouring every gesture
however small each miniscule opportunity and each part of the body
offered to him. I thought I was a professional at sex but next to him I
felt like a greenhorn. He savoured and made me savour... The two hours
evaporated as if they were just minutes and the pleasure was really
sweet.

When Samba came back he found us quietly sitting at the table and
chatting fully dressed. For a moment he looked at us in surprise and
then he caught something in my eyes and in Hansel's and came out in a
broad smile.

"Did you get to know each other? Good. One cannot say one really knows a
person until one has had sex with him am I right Hansel?"

"Sure!"

"Wasn't it worth getting to know my Niki?"

"Certainly yes."

"Did I exaggerate describing him?"

"Not at all... on the contrary..."

I was feeling a bit confused and giggled to hide my embarrassment.

++++++++++++++

The last evening before my interview with the Higgins, both Hansel and
Samba duly instructed me about what I could expect what questions I
would be asked and what they would expect for an aspirant "Boy". They
told me they are very selective as they have plenty of applicants and
they want their customers to be fully satisfied. But they also at once
added that in their opinion I had a good chance of being hired.

Then they took me for a candlelight supper on one of the boats sailing
along Amsterdam's canals. It is known as the Northern Venice, but the
atmosphere you can breath there has nothing to do with that of Venice.
They are both beautiful cities, but very different; at least this was my
feeling.

Thinking of Venice and as a consequence of my Venetian night was
unavoidable. Samba noticed a veil of sadness pass across my eyes and at
once guessed I was thinking of my Giorgio.

"You still can't forget him can you?" he asked me simply, looking into
my eyes with a sort of sad glance and squeezed my hand.

"No... at least not yet. But I came here to try to forget."

As we had exchanged these two sentences in Italian, Hansel didn't
understand, but guessed there was something that wasn't right, so he
asked, in English, "What's up?"

Samba answered, "Nothing..."

But I said, "Sorry, but... Samba has told you about me about Giorgio and
my useless love for him..."

"Ah, yes... We hustlers should never fall in love - everyone a friend
and none a lover." Hansel said seriously. He then added with a smile
half way between sweet and cunning "But Samba and I and Amsterdam will
help you to forget."

+++++++++++++++

I had the preliminary interview and I thus passed the first selection.
They had me fill in a very detailed form about my tastes my performance
and my sexual experiences. They recorded my personal data and
photocopied my documents and then they had me undress and took my
measurements (including my cock both soft and hard) and then they sent
me to their photographer who shot me in a set of still shots naked
(these too both soft and with a hard-on).

The photographer was a hunk in his forties who suggested poses to me and
controlled the lights and studied me through the viewfinder and shot a
volley of pictures.

"Look a little higher... give me a sly smile... good, so... no, let it
be half hard; very good, now!" Then "I now want you really horny but
with a na•ve expression. Your glance a bit lower... move that hand
outwards ... just your lift your shoulders a little and turn a bit to
the right... less... good..." and so on.

I found it amusing and also exciting.

"Now lie on the bed with your nice arse upward and ready to be fucked...
an inviting and yet hesitant look as if you were greedy and scared at
once... good, like that - really good..." and another volley of shots.

At the end the photographer stroked my arse and said, "You are
photogenic we will have nice pictures. Have you ever sat for pictures
before?"

"No, never."

"Mmhhh, you would make a good model. Higgins could even offer you the
chance of making some movies... Would you like to do that?"

"Why not."

++++++++++++++++++

The pictures were really great and I asked for some copies to send to my
friends. Also one for Giorgio the one I thought was sexiest of course.
But I will send this home too not to Giorgio's because I couldn't risk
his wife finding it and seeing it.

One week later I was called for a second interview. Then it was a kind
of long conversation where they explained to me how the escort service
works and the "must do and don't dos", that is my duties and
prohibitions the services and the tariffs and they asked me where my
"limits" were.

I said I had just three limits - no S-M (neither fist fucking nor
pissing), no exceedingly fat men, no old men. ("Who's too old for you?"
- "Those more than sixty-nine" - 69, a symbolic digit...) They took note
with a smile but nodding. They were two men interviewing me and I
literally ate one of them with my eyes; he was an American man of about
thirty-five.

I think he realised that because at the end he said, "Niki, it was a
pleasure meeting you. If you are hired I would like to get to know in a
more intimate way and if I've understood you right you desire that too."

OK Joe, with great pleasure I thought. I then discovered that the
American hunk is the famous gay porno-star Greg Thomas.

+++++++++++++++++

I have finally been hired for a decisive trial month. It might seem
weird but I felt as excited as a child on his first day at school or a
virgin girl on her first date! When you get there you have to take a
long shower (even if you already had one at home) and be meticulously
clean. Then they give you a very low-necked tank top and tight boxer
briefs and you have to stay there with other boys waiting for customers
or calls.

When one is hired regularly he will get a wardrobe going from the
leather to jeans, from casual to formal and you have to wear those
clothes when you go to the home or the hotel room of a customer.
Following his tastes. Among the other boys there are also some that are
unpleasant and bumptious but the majority are nice. We really are an
international mix and physically fit for any taste.

I feel really weird to think that I am one of the William Higgins boys!
I haven't yet met him, I've heard he comes in a couple of times each
month and that he usually spends a day with one of the new boys (and
with some a night in bed too but this happens seldom....) Higgins is a
mystery there even though they know him quite well.

I'm really curious to meet him.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 9

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