Date: Wed, 26 Nov 2008 14:04:30 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Neither Angel nor Hustler 09/11 (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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Ninth notebook

I met Higgins and spent a day with him (but not in his bed - maybe I am
not his type) and he tested me out practically. Conclusion - I was hired
as an escort for his agency. He also suggested I take part in a movie
for him in future. Then I got my wardrobe too - a lot of fine clothes,
all rather elegant and sexy.

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

What can I say about the customers? There are really all kinds and a
much wider assortment than my johns at home. Very few of them are steady
patrons. Almost all are just passing through and staying for a few days
or longer. In contrast with my friends in Italy here we boys don't tell
each other about our adventures not even about the most unusual ones.

After work I usually go round gay premises with Samba and Hansel. But in
our contract there is the condition that we are not to have johns apart
from those the agency provides. We can have our private adventures but
not paying johns. If somebody wanted to pick  us up for money outside we
must refuse or tell them to go through the agency. No problem.

In a disco a French boy came on to me all evening but though he was
nice, I didn't feel like going with him so nothing happened.

I'm still sleeping (in their bed) with Hansel and Samba but I'm looking
for a place elsewhere to give them some space. Hansel sleeps in the
middle almost always. One night I woke up because Hansel's little arse
(we sleep totally naked) was rubbing against my hard cock. I stroked his
chest and he caressed my hand to show me he was awake and pushed himself
more against me.

I then stretched out a hand and Picked up gel and a condom from the
night table and carefully prepared his hole and the long insertion
began... As we were both on our left side I started to fuck him gently
so as not to shake the bed so that we wouldn't wake Samba up. It was
really exciting to do it like that - almost stealthily. It's not that
Samba would have had any objection - he would probably just have joined
us - but it was a very exciting kind of game. I fucked him for a good
while, quietly but deeply and with one hand I teased his beautiful cut
cock and with the other I fondled his small hard nipples. Hansel put a
handkerchief in front of him to come in so that there would be no danger
of ejaculating on Samba (who was still sleeping unaware in front of
him).

We came almost together. Hansel cleaned himself up and threw the
handkerchief on the floor behind me and then turned towards me and
kissed me deeply on my mouth for a good time.

"A very good fuck." he whispered. Yes, it had been a very good fuck.

Later I woke up again. The same thing was happening between Hansel and
Samba. I pretended to be asleep but feeling those slight movements so
close to me and imagining the scene, got me aroused again. Through my
slitted eyelids I had glimpses of the smile on Hansel's face while Samba
was fucking him. It's not that Hansel prefers to be a bottom; he just
enjoyed that role that night. Anyway the whole time we slept together we
only had a threesome once. But when we did it that was a wild occasion.

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

I had a famous English singer as a patron. He paid to have me for
forty-eight hours. He was really sexy but a little weird. When we went
out shopping, I followed him and carried his parcels but he chatted with
me like with a friend and asked my advice and so on. In bed (sometimes
after his show, sometimes before and so either in the afternoon or
almost at dawn) he liked to spread whipped cream on me and then lick me
clean. Then I had to fuck him in the arse in every possible position.
"Food and sex" was what he said he needed. Then he liked to have a
shower with me. He gave me a CD of a performance with his autograph.
I've heard that whenever he comes to Amsterdam he goes to the Higgins to
choose a boy and each time he wants a different one.

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

In a sauna one day when I walked around to look at what might be going
on I saw a group of six people who were having sex in a cubicle with the
door wide open. I was ready to walk away when something caught my
attention. I looked carefully and then saw that among them almost at the
centre of the orgy was an unbridled Gigi. So I went to sit at the bar
where I could see the door of that cubicle, and waited for Gigi to come
out to say goodbye to him.

A little more than thirty minutes later I saw Gigi come out with a towel
around his hips barely covering his slowly softening erection. I went up
to him and he recognised me at once and smiled broadly.

"Niki! What a pleasure to see you again! How are you?"

"Really fine. But you how come you are still in Amsterdam? Didn't you
have to go back to start your job?"

"Yea, for that fucking awful job! I made up my mind. I called home and
told them that I had found a job here and so I would stay here. They
made a fuss but they can't do anything - I'm now of age."

"A job? What are you doing?"

"I was hired in a pizza shop. They give me a bed. They pay me a bit and
meals. For the moment it suits me well. And once in a while I come here
for some amusement."

"And... you like?"

"Here? Well it was better with you but yes, I'm enjoying myself like a
little pig. And, you know... well I'm a little ashamed but... you and I
are friends, aren't we?"

"Of course."

"Sometimes a man gives me money so my wages get a supplement..."

I burst out laughing and gave him a pat on his shoulder and said, "You
are smart fucking hell! Yes you're really smart."

He smiled as if relieved by my absolution and then said, "Holy shit, if
I knew I would meet you here I wouldn't have done it."

"Done what?" I asked, curious.

"Just now in there. I did it with five people at once and came a couple
of times. No, three... So I am now worn out and I would have preferred
to do it with you. But did you find a job by the way?"

"Yes."

"And what?"

"I... a tourist's escort..."

"Ah, a really good job. A kind of tourist guide right?"

"Well, sort of."

"Hell, but you're lucky as you know languages... Listen I would like to
offer you supper. But unfortunately I can't take you to my room
afterwards as I sleep with a yokel pizza maker and so... Can we go to
your place?"

"No, I am sleeping with two foreign boys too..."

"What a pity. But we can exchange addresses and meet again. And who
knows? maybe we could find a place where... I really want to do it again
with you do you know? I have been thinking of you a lot, do you know? So
far you are absolutely the best one."

"Maybe that is just because I was your first."

"No, no. It's because, for all the rest, I'm a little more than a cock
and an arsehole and sometimes even less than that. To you I was... I
felt that ... you cared for me. Am I wrong?"

"No, you are right. But I... seduced you."

"Thank goodness! If it was one of those men I might easily have run
away. Fucking shit, just a few months ago if somebody had told me I am
gay, I would have bashed his face in. And now it's the other way
round..."

"But are you sure you are gay? You could be bisexual - there are plenty
of them did you know?"

"I don't give a shit any more about women and on the other hand I get
aroused by and can fuck like a rabbit with men. How would you call
somebody like that?"

"But maybe it is just curiosity  or the effect of experimenting at
first..."

"No way! So far I have only done it with three girls in Italy. Here on
the other hand I can't keep count of the men I've done it with any more.
By the way, have you got a boyfriend here in Amsterdam?"

"No, not yet. Have you?"

"Not at all. But I think I would like to especially if it was someone
like you."

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

I meet Gigi once in a while but we still haven't had occasion to have
sex. I left Samba and Hansel and found a studio with Sean, an American
boy of twenty-three. He looks a bit like Jeff Dillon (his cock too). We
have sex quite seldom as he says he has enough or even too much with
what he has to do with our patrons. But the few times we have done it it
was something to write home about!. He is a really formidable fucker and
he gives me wonderful blow-jobs and swallows it all. Sometimes he lets
me fuck him too but he likes being a top best.

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

Samba told me that he has a Swiss patron who is an industrialist in the
field of precision instruments who comes here to Amsterdam once a month
to negotiate the purchase of industrial diamonds. Each time he stays
here for three or four days but he books with the agency in advance to
reserve Samba as his escort. As soon as he gets here he wants Samba to
go to his hotel and stay with him all day. Samba says the guy is
thirty-eight, has a nice body (he plays tennis and rides) and he screws
like a god! In short, Samba is really fond of him. His name is Jean Luc
and is a man with plenty of money.

I've the feeling that Samba is beginning to lose his heart to that Swiss
man but maybe the thing is reciprocal because Jean Luc apart from always
and only asking for Samba is gradually giving him more and more
beautiful presents. Sometimes it happens that our patrons give us a
little present especially if they are particularly pleased with us. But
the guy in question got to give Samba a gold watch - of course a Swiss
one. I asked Hansel what he thinks of it, as he has been with that Jean
Luc and he told me that the Swiss guy never gave him or anyone else a
present and so... At least he must be really pleased with Samba.

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

I asked Sean if sometimes I could take Gigi home and he left the room
free for me by going to spend the evening at a disco. So Gigi could have
sex with me at last. He is way more uninhibited than he was when we
began and he gave me a really good evening. I haven't got much to teach
him any more. I think he might be successful as a boy in an agency but I
don't intend to suggest it to him. Then Sean came back and I saw that
the two were looking at each other with some interest. I warned Sean I
didn't want Gigi to discover we are escort boys and he kept my secret.

I think that if I left those two alone they would have ended up in bed
together - I can recognize in Sean's eyes the light that shows when he
is turned on. But at two in the morning I would not have known where to
go or on what pretext I could leave them alone so nothing happened and
Gigi went home. Later in bed Sean asked me lots of questions about Gigi
and was so much turned on that he wanted to have sex with me. I could
well see Sean and Gigi together.

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

I heard from my friends by phone. Everything was just as usual. Giorgio
still visits them sometimes but "less than he used to" as Mauro said.
They have not yet found a sixth boy to replace me. They said they hope I
will go back so they are keeping a free place for me. I asked them for
news about some of my former johns. Jimmi told me that Fulvio seems to
be almost normal as he doesn't think so much about his son. Sparrow told
me that now Cesare takes him home and they have threesomes with Cesare's
boyfriend, Michele. Mauro goes on meeting Alberto and Pio and told me
that Abdel often asks him about me and sends me his greetings. Stefano
and Lorenzo haven't shown up any more. Renato goes on calling Zio.

About Zio: MemŽ told me that finally Zio declared that he loves him! Zio
asked MemŽ to live together with him for ever and they even bought
matched rings for each other. They celebrated the "official nature" of
their relationship at home with the friends and Giorgio went for the
occasion.

Thieves tried to break open the door to the apartment but something or
someone disturbed them so they didn't break in. The boys have changed
the door and put in an armoured one now.

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

I took part in my first hard porn movie. The plot was about a penal
colony on a small island and I was the newcomer who was in danger of
being raped by all the others but the boss of the inmates took me as his
personal boy with a good final fuck scene. I was not the principal actor
- the main actor was the boss who appeared in almost all the scenes. I
appeared in only three scenes but I cut a good figure. We had to repeat
some of the scenes as many as three times to allow the cameras to take
them from different points of view... and every time was a real fuck!
And floods of spunk.

The only thing I didn't like is that one always has to pull out of arses
and mouths to come... The cameramen who shot the scenes didn't bother or
embarrass me at all. They don't even get a hard-on they are so used to
filming hardcore pictures. On the other hand the "boss" always fucked me
with real gusto; he wasn't acting at all. They say that the take is much
better when the participants are enjoying it.

I really liked a platinum blond who was playing the part of a warden. I
spent every night with him between one day's work and the next. His name
was Paul and he had the really handsome face (and the rest of him wasn't
bad either) of a 'good' boy (he really is a good boy) but when he is in
bed (and on the set) he changes into a satyr. When he gets a hard-on his
cock stands up parallel to his belly. Paul told me he loves Latinos with
an uncut cock like me and that in the States he often fucks with Puerto
Ricans.

Paul is the eldest son of a university teacher and he graduated in
anthropology but he likes to study uses and customs of people in bed
more than in the field. He told me that he only realised he was gay when
he was eighteen when he enrolled in the navy and his swimming instructor
(as luck would have it, a Puerto Rican) seduced him. Their first time
happened in the showers.

He makes a living now doing hard porn gay movies for Higgins and by
posing as a model mainly for Bel Ami for gay magazines and by doing
strip tease in several clubs around the world apart from being a very
high class escort (one hour with him can cost as much as 500 dollars!)
He doesn't have a steady boyfriend; he says he likes to amuse himself by
playing the field at least for the time being.

He showed me a large thick picture album (which now includes a picture
of me) with the pictures of almost all those with whom he had fucked
together with his own best pictures. It was an impressive collection.
Among the men he had there was an Olympic swimming champion with a gold
medal, a very famous young American movie actor that I always liked a
lot (I didn't know he was gay) and a scion of the international jet
set... A beautiful life!

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

Samba is excited - Jean Luc asked him to go and live with him in
Switzerland. I reminded him of his misadventure with that bastard
Arnaldo and told him not to deceive himself and set his hopes too high.

"But Jean Luc is different... Moreover, how do you say it in Italy
'Nothing venturous, nothing gainful'."

"Nothing venture: nothing gain." I corrected him.

"Well, yes as you say. But I like Jean Luc too much both as a person and
as a man. Even if it were doomed to end badly I would enjoy him in the
meantime... But then... oh Niki, I think I'm in love with him do you
see? And he may be with me too."

"What does Hansel say?"

"To be careful - the same as you said. But Jean Luc has been insisting
for a couple of months now and he writes to me and he rings me up...
Don't you think he might really be my Prince Charming?"

"Yes, he might be but..."

"No, no but! I promised him that next time he comes to Amsterdam I will
give him my answer... and I really think it will be a yes."

And it was a yes.

Jean Luc had to go back to Switzerland while Samba had to settle some
matters (amongst them his notice of resignation as required in our
contract). So Jean Luc gave him an air ticket and also enough money so
that when everything is settled he can reach Jean Luc in Geneva. Samba
showed me a picture of Jean Luc's villa very proudly.

"We will live there just think of it! Will you come and visit me?"

"If he wants me in his house... Do you remember Arnaldo?"

"No, Jean Luc has already told me I can invite whoever I want including
my rent-boy friends. He has nothing against us rent-boys. He is a strong
and determined man with clear ideas and the habit of command but with me
he is so very sweet and in bed he seems to worry more about making me
enjoy it than getting pleasure for himself. Oh, Niki, if you only knew
how happy I feel."

"Best wishes Samba. I hope that this time everything goes well. You
deserve it you are a dear boy..."

"Hey, Niki, this is not a farewell. Don't put up that face. Don't be
worried for me!"

But I am worried.

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

Sean and Gigi got into a relationship. Gigi discovered we are rent-boys
but doesn't mind. But he would like Sean to find a different job because
he is a little jealous of him. Sean told me he is seriously looking for
a different job. When Samba left for Geneva I went to live with Hansel
again to leave my place at Sean's for Gigi.

I met Hansel's elder brother (two years older) who is gay too and lives
in the Hague with a painter. We were their guests for a week-end. They
are nice and sweet especially when they exchange tenderness like any
normal couple. They have been living together for eight years.

Hansel and his brother Jan are very close (when they were boys they had
sex together and it was Jan who led Hansel to discover his true
sexuality). Pieter the painter wanted to paint my portrait naked. I
think it is really good and so I have asked him to send me a picture of
it. I was aware that while I was sitting for him Pieter got aroused but
he didn't come on to me at all and nor did I try anything - Pieter and
Jan are such a beautiful couple that I really don't want to get in
between them. And furthermore Hansel told me that neither of them has
ever cheated on the other.

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

Both Gigi and Sean have found new jobs. They now work together as shop
assistants in a shop that sells gay items in Varmoesstraat. They are
still in love and happy together and Sean once when we met thanked me
for having introduced him to Gigi and he added for have helped Gigi to
"unveil" himself.

"Did Gigi tell you about him and me?" I asked, a little surprised.

"Sure, he told me everything really everything as of course I told him
everything about me."

"And... aren't you... don't you have... any problems with me now?"

"Should I? On the contrary, if you hadn't seduced him he wouldn't be
here with me now and so..."

"But really everything... also how I... I took him when he still didn't
want it?"

"That too." Sean giggled. "You were really skilful from what Gigi told
me. Probably other people perhaps even I would have scared him. You on
the other hand, convinced him. Gigi is such a sensitive and gentle boy.
You took him in the right way because you too are sensitive and gentle.
I never thought I could fall in love the way I am with him now. With his
simplicity and honesty, he is showing me a new world, much better than
the one I built for myself. And with his devotion he is guiding me to
discover dimensions of sex that I didn't know existed. He makes me feel
loved but not just my cock or my arse or my mouth... all of me do you
understand, all of me as I am as a person including my limits... It's a
wonderful feeling."

In a word Sean is totally in love.

I'm really glad for both of them.

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

Zio called me - Sparrow has been raped by a gang of hoodlums who caught
him one night when he was leaving a gay pub. They bundled him into a
car, took him out of town, beat him with punches and kicks and then in
turn they all fucked him in the arse leaving him half dead at the side
of the main road. There were eight of the criminal bastards. The police
have not been able to find them, partly because they were in two stolen
cars. Some people driving past miraculously found Sparrow and although
it was in the dead of night they stopped and called the ambulance and
the police. If he had been rescued only a few hours later Sparrow would
almost certainly not have been alive.

I asked the agency for a week's leave explaining to them what happened
and fortunately they gave it to me without raising any problem. I took
the plane and rushed to see him. He was still in hospital but luckily
out of danger and there would be no permanent damage. He was recovering
slowly. He was really pleased to see me and I spent almost all my time
near him passing myself off with the hospital staff as his brother. And
he really is a brother for me.

His face is still so swollen as to be frightening to look at but his
usual smile hadn't gone. He has an arm and a rib broken. He says that
after all (but very after, I say) it was partly his own fault because
when he left the pub he saw them leaning against a car laughing and
jesting amongst themselves and abusing the people leaving the gay pub
aloud. As he walked past one of those hooligans he said aloud, "God what
a nice basket you have! I would like to take a ride on it." Alright, but
this doesn't justify the violence and the brutality of those bastards.

I told Sparrow that he is incorrigible. He smiled slyly and said,
"Actually I'm coming on to a nurse on the night shift - you should see
him! What a hunk!"

"Come on, Sparrow! In your condition you couldn't do anything with him!"

"Well, not now but before they discharge me I could... You know I'm
working on him for later."

"But do they know  about you here?"

"That I'm gay or that I hustle?"

"Both."

"Gay yes hustler not. They treat me fairly. Also my little night nurse."

His little nurse as he calls him. Is twenty-six years old and a hefty
chap fit to make you scared - 190 cm tall with huge shoulders like a
rugby player

During that week I also met Giorgio when he came to visit Sparrow. He
almost scolded me for coming without telling him first. Maybe a bit too
plainly I replied I came for Sparrow not for him... And anyway that is
the truth. But when I saw him coming into the hospital ward my heart
turned a somersault and straightaway I felt I was still in love with him
exactly as before. I only hope he didn't realise that. I hope I was able
to hide my emotion well.

When the seven days I got were over, I said goodbye to all my friends
(and to Giorgio by telephone) and went back to Amsterdam and to my life
and my work there. When I left him Sparrow was still in a sorry state
but noticeably better.

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

Good news from Samba who it seems is living something very close to a
never-ending honeymoon. Happily! He says that Jean Luc's family knows he
is his boyfriend and that he has been accepted as a member of the family
(especially by their dog Samba said with his usual humour). Anyway Jean
Luc's family doesn't know he used to be a hustler - so it seems they are
not quite that open-minded. I think I have to get used to calling him
Gilmar again especially if I go to visit him as Jean Luc doesn't like
the nickname Samba. In any case Gilmar is a really nice name. He is not
wrong about that.

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

The Higgins agency hired three new boys and so I am one of the veterans
now. One is Zak who is twenty years old, an American with black hair of
old Polish stock; the second one is Derek and he is an American too -
the kind with a square jaw and with a na•ve face and a big cock always
turned on and Derek is nineteen; the third is Jorge, a Spanish boy of
twenty-one though he looks as if he is only just seventeen and his
expression is that of a little hoodlum though he is a really gentle boy.
Not bad at all those three!

A patron wanted two Latino boys. They sent me and Jorge so I saw him at
work. This patron wanted to "play" the teacher punishing two inattentive
students (of course by shoving it in their arses) and we had to wear a
kind of English college uniform. You should have seen how Jorge played
his part! At the beginning of that "play" he put on an incredible brazen
face and then he changed it to a na•ve scared little face when he
realised what punishment the "professor" had in store for us and the air
of a vicious little pig while he was being fucked in his firm little
arse. It was amusing and arousing at the same time and our patron was
really pleased. That Jorge is a natural actor!

Then, while we were going back to work on our bicycles, Jorge said,
"Hey, mate do you know I like this job a lot? All our patrons have a
screw loose somewhere?"

"No, the greater part of them is terribly boring."

"Well, it's a lot better than when I was hustling in the parks in my
country when all you could do was just a quickie in the bushes and all
you got for it a handful of small change. And we had to put up with the
Guardia Nacional who said they had to fine you for prostitution unless
you were kind to them... Not all of them but quite a few. The honest
ones unfortunately just fined you. But we're never going to be given
beautiful johns fit to make you die with desire, are we?"

"A few yes, but never enough."

"Oh, shit! But one cannot get everything one wants in life, can one,
mate?"

"Right - that's so..."

Jorge said that as soon as he has enough savings he will open a gay bar
in Spain. Derek on the other hand seems to think he will be able to go
on hustling until he is ninety years old. Zak wants to become a
photographer of male nudes ("so when I get old I can fuck my
models..."). I'm the only one of us who still doesn't have any clear
idea about my future.

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

I discovered that Derek likes men over fifty. Top or bottom he doesn't
care as long as they have some grey hairs. He gets incredibly aroused by
an old man if he is still well built.

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

Gilmar insists I go to visit him but I cannot ask for any more leave for
a while. Everything is going really well with his Jean Luc. He bought a
sports car for Gilmar, not a luxury model but really beautiful. And
Gilmar says Jean Luc always treats him like a prince. He doesn't let
Gilmar want for anything and above all lavishes his affection and
company on him. If he has to leave for more than a couple of days he
always takes Gilmar with him.

A good thing.

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

I received a long letter from my friends. Sparrow is back home but he
hasn't yet gone back to work (though he complains that he wants to). But
he got to give head to his "little nurse" but that's as far as he got...
and only once. Mauro is getting on well in his studies and wrote (in a
quite perfect Italian) that he had a crush for a class-mate, but he
still isn't sure whether the boy is available or not. He says he has fun
with his johns and everything is fine. Jimmi has too many johns and is
on the brink of a breakdown (I wrote to tell him to stop and to come to
visit me and have some rest!). He had another quarrel with his brother
Thiery when he met him in a bar and they nearly got to blows. He also
wrote to tell me that the boys Giorgio has sex with can't be counted any
more, there are so many. Zio and MemŽ are still in love and happy
together - they bought new furniture for their bedroom and a beautiful
bike.

They still haven't found a sixth boy (and I wrote to tell them to look
for one as I will not go back) so Sparrow sleeps alone in his room
except when Mauro goes to spend the night in his bed. Jimmi doesn't go
to visit them any more because when he is back home he is so tired that
his cock wouldn't stand up unless you got a crane to it.

+++++++++++

I went with Hansel to see his brother Jan and Pieter again. We got the
usual warm welcome. Pieter told me his story... and it seems almost
incredible.

He said that he had his first sexual experience when he was twenty-five.
He knew very well he was gay, since his service in the army when he used
to go to the latrine to beat his meat while fantasizing about his mates
in the barracks. But he never dared to try anything and even if someone
tried to hook him, he put them off by pretending to be straight. He told
me he doesn't know what he was really scared about in those times.
Having understood he was gay didn't make him feel "different" at all. He
might have been scared of the sex itself and yet desire for it was
increasing in him incredibly.

One day, when he was twenty-five as I said, he was changing in the
locker room of the gym while all alone when his wallet slipped out of a
pocket and fell between the wooden bars of a grid on the floor. To
retrieve it he lifted one of the grids and climbed down into the hollow
space under it. The grid which he had balanced in a precarious position
fell down into place. After he had picked up his wallet he was just
going to push up the grid again when he heard two mates coming in
talking in whispers like two "conspirators". Made curious more by their
tone than by their words which he couldn't make out clearly, he crouched
down in the shadows and listened. The two stopped almost on top of him.

He heard, "... I told you no! Willhem"

"But why do we have to always meet at night in the dark at Grens hut?
Jacob I would really rather do it in daytime in sunlight..."

"Yeah, and that way you would get caught by my folks? You well know how
they are don't you?"

"Yes, they can't stand us gay people I know. But we cannot go on hiding
for our whole lives!"

Pieter's heart gave a lurch. He knew the two of them very well - he knew
who they were - the mayor's son and the son of the pastor of the
Lutheran church! And they were lovers, gay lovers! Staying there
crouching he carried on listening.

"Tonight I can't. I can't tell my folks that I'm on duty for the night
watch again can I?"

"Tomorrow night?"

"I don't know... Listen when I can I will ride my bicycle under your
window whistling "Mon Papa", and then you can meet me at the hut. Is
that alright?"

"Yes, alright."

They then got changed and went out. Then Pieter got out of his hideout
and although he was usually so bashful, shy and fearful he made a plan
of an incredible boldness.

That same evening after supper he rode his bicycle under Willhem's
window whistling that song and went straight to the Grens hut. He hid
his bicycle, went inside and explored the hut with his flashlight - he
saw in a corner there was a kind of straw pallet covered with white
sailcloth. He switched off his flashlight, undressed and lay in wait,
trembling lest things didn't work out right and also with excitement.

After a time that seemed endless to him the hut door opened a little and
Willhem's shadow slipped inside and his voice asked in a whisper, "Are
you there?"

Pieter wanting to imitate Jacob's voice and guessing that whispering
would make it less recognizable, answered, "Here..."

The other closed the door and Pieter felt him draw nearer. I don't want
to step on you... where are you?"

"Shush!" Pieter answered,

He heard the other moving about and then felt his body lie down near him
- almost on top of him.

"Oh, sorry... but you are already naked... Are you so eager?"

"Yes..."

"Today you were raising so many difficulties! Wait! I'll undress... So,
where are you? Oh, Jacob, I'm ready... Give me head for a while before I
shove it inside..."

He groped his way in the dark and found the cock of the other with his
hands. It was already hard and he put it between his lips and started to
suck it. He was so very excited and so great was the emotion of having a
hard cock in his mouth that he feared he would come at once.

"Jacob, what fervour! What's up this time? Go gently... oh... but...
you're really horny aren't you?"

Pieter nodded without losing his hold.

After a while Willhem whispered, "Good go on all fours now so that I can
shove it all inside you before I come in your mouth!"

Pieter at once took the position and felt the other trying to find his
body with his hands, go at his back, spread some saliva on his hole,
take him at his waist and start to push.

"Heck you seem tighter than usual! Don't squeeze, relax. Do you want me
in or not?"

"Yes..."

"Relax then... relax, go on!"

Pieter tried to relax as much as he could and to spread his buttocks as
wide as possible with both hands while the other kept on pushing harder.

"It's almost as if your arse is virgin again! Heck how good! But how are
you doing? Tell me, Jacob..."

Pieter didn't answer. Willhem pushed with more energy and finally
started to penetrate him. It hurt a little but Pieter just gritted his
teeth and tried to relax as much as possible. He was losing his cherry
and was very excited by that. He felt Willhelm sink inside him, one
centimetre after the other and his cock seemed huge, even bigger than
when he had it in his mouth.

Willhem pushed and muttered, "Where did you learn to do it like this
Jacob? It's good this way... I feel almost as I were taking your cherry
again after six months... It's fantastic..." and he pushed and pushed,
slowly invading him.

Finally, after ages, Willhem was entirely inside him and started to fuck
him. Pieter enjoyed every centimetre of that cock and every stroke of
Willhelm's pelvis and every time that Willhem's balls slapped against
his buttocks and his strong hands holding him by his waist. Feeling
gripped in a frenzy, he started to beat his meat.

"No, stop it; you mustn't come or you won't be able to give me your
spunk! You know how much I like to drink it don't you?"

Pieter stopped. The other was riding him at a wild gallop.

"Here I am Jacob... I'm almost... filling you... here... here... here I
aaaaaam!" and his last stroke was so violent that both fell down on
their sides but still tightly joined.

Willhem was panting heavily and was caressing and teasing Pieter's
genitals. Pieter asked himself if Willhem could detect the difference
touching there but evidently he could not because Willhelm was still
fondling him. He then felt the cock of his unintentional deflowerer
slowly retract from his burning hole. When it was all out Willhem made
him lie on his back and bent on his knees between Pieter's legs and
leant down to give him head taking it right down his throat. Pieter was
near to screaming with pleasure and barely managed to keep quiet.

Willhem took a short rest to catch his breath and then said, "Your tool
seems harder than usual too. You are really turned on my little pig!
Aren't you?" and he dived again to give him a fantastic blow-job.

Pieter was unable to control himself any more and arched his pelvis
upwards and spurted in his unsuspecting companion's throat all his seed
moaning aloud. Willhem swallowed it all without letting a single drop
slip out and then parted from him.

"Oh, Jacob you almost drowned me and you taste sweeter than usual...
What did you do tonight? I almost don't recognize you..." His hands went
up to stoke Pieter's head. "What have you done to your hair? But..." his
hands went to feel Pieter's face and touched him again and Pieter went
cold. "You aren't Jacob"! Who are you? What trick is this ..."

He felt him draw away and for a moment he felt scared fearing the worst
consequences ("he will now take a knife and slit my throat..." and
similar things). He heard him rummage about. He wanted to run away and
to take shelter but he was paralysed with fear. He heard a dry rubbing
and in the dark arose the little flame of a match.

He saw the amazed expression of Willhem and heard him say unbelieving
"But you... you are Pieter! You aren't Jacob you are Pieter... Why are
you here? Where is Jacob? Tell me! The cat hasn't eaten your tongue, has
he?"

With difficulty in pieces and bits Pieter explained the whole story to
him. He was still scared.. Willhem listened to him with his his mouth
wide open Then when he understood the whole story he burst into
laughter.

"So... so I took your cherry too! And I've now found another mate with
whom I can amuse myself... Goodness what a piece of cake."

"Aren't you mad at me?"

"No way, Pieter absolutely not."

"Do you... forgive me for this joke?"

"Call it a joke! I forgive you sure but you must agree to something..."

"That is?"

"We have to fuck together again often and in day time."

"On some occasions I'm alone at home... you can come to my place."

"You can count on it!"

That was Pieter's initiation: to be deflowered while taking someone
else's place.

After Willhem came other boys including Jacob until Pieter met Jan and
they fell in love. Jan and Hansel had answered an ad of Pieter's in the
newspaper where he had advertised that he was looking for teenage models
to sit for him and that's how they met.

During the first sittings Jan realised that Pieter got a hard-on every
time he was painting him naked sitting with his brother the two were
posing as the Dioscuri, the two brother-lovers (how appropriate!).

When they started to make love they had already known each other for a
year.

The initiative was taken by Hansel who during a break from sitting said
to Pieter, "My brother really wants to have sex with you but he hasn't
the guts to tell you. I think that you like my brother because when I
come here alone for a sitting, I see that you never get a hard-on... but
when he sits for you, you always get one Why don't you enjoy each other,
for heaven's sake?"

Jan blushed and Pieter started laughing and went up to Jan and stroked
his naked body.

"Your brother is right. Why don't you stay here with me later as it
seems that we both want it?"

Hansel went back alone and Jan stayed. It was not love at first sight
but it blossomed little by little sitting after sitting until they
realised they were in love and confessed it to each other. Seven months
after that first time Jan and Pieter decided to try living together and
they are together still and completely harmoniously.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 10

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