Date: Thu, 29 Jul 1999 17:38:47 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: Nunc Dimittis 10

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NUNC DIMITTIS
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1998
Written on May 8th, 1985
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Antonio

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"NUNC DIMITTIS" 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 TEN

1950 started very well. Bruno was more and more affectionate and at one
with me, and was making remarkable progress in his studies and general
education. To the great satisfaction of its owner and staff, my
newspaper enjoyed an increased circulation which, besides being
gratifying for me, also gave me a salary increase.

Bruno found another job, still moonlighting, as an archivist for a
notary, who was a friend of mine. What's curious is that it was not I
who found him the job, he looked for and found it by himself; it was
only later I discovered that I knew his employer.

Bruno seemed to me more and more handsome . This was due of course in
part to the fact that I was in love with him, but also to the fact that
both his body and soul were ripening. His body was becoming more mature,
more firm, more manly; not that he was becoming more hairy, but more
muscular and better-proportioned. He looked more virile, and this
attracted me to him even more.

Moreover, as his culture and education were improving, he was also
becoming more refined and elegant, and therefore more interesting than
ever. I was increasingly able to enjoy an exchange of ideas with him.
What I liked in him was that he sustained his points of view with
intelligence - it was obvious that he was used to reflecting on things.
All this made me love him more and more.

For a while now, he had been lavishing attentions upon me. In the
morning he would slip out of bed, careful not to wake me up, get
breakfast and bring it to me in bed, waking me up with a shower of light
pecks. He also very much liked coming into the bathroom to help me to
wash, under the shower or in the bath... and inevitably we ended up
getting aroused and making love.

Everything was going well, until a letter arrived from my brother Carlo
in England, in which he asked me if I could put up Alexander, his eldest
son who was seventeen, for a month. I told Bruno I intended to say no -
I didn't want to humiliate Bruno by banishing him from our home for a
month. But Bruno said he would be happy to go and live in bed and
breakfast, just for a month. We discussed it for a good while and
finally reached a compromise: Bruno would sleep in the servant's flat,
where we had made love the first few times. Alexander would sleep in the
small guest room in the main apartment. I was not really convinced about
this solution, but Bruno insisted so much that I finally gave in.

So, in April, my nephew came. He was a handsome boy, with sensual lips,
long eyelashes, well-defined eyebrows and a rebellious mane on his
forehead. He was a mixture of shy and relaxed, half way between a Latin
and an Anglo-Saxon temperament. I remember thinking that, if he had not
been my nephew and so young, and above all, if I hadn't had Bruno, I
might even have had ideas about him. Bruno came with me to welcome him
at the station. To my delight, they immediately showed an instinctive
liking for each other, and as my nephew spoke Italian, they were soon
getting on very well. So I prepared myself for the month ahead, hoping
it would fly by as rapidly as possible.

As Bruno was studying English, I asked Alexander to give him a hand, and
my nephew was happy to agree.

He had been with us for about a week, when something happened that I
hadn't foreseen. Bruno had been sent out on some errands by the notary.
As he had left his watch at home and was passing nearby, he thought he'd
call in and get it. He entered by the service door and went upstairs to
look for it, but couldn't find it. Thinking he might he have left it in
the kitchen at breakfast, he went through into the apartment. Passing by
the open door of the guest room, he witnessed a scene that left him
agape. Alexander was lying completely naked on his bed, masturbating.
Bruno felt upset and was about to leave when my nephew spotted him and
called out to him. Bruno replied that he was in hurry, but Alexander
insisted, continuing to move his hand up and down on his erect member.

So from the doorway, Bruno said him: "Cover yourself up! What do you
want?"

Alexander said temptingly: "Come one, come over here. Don't you feel
like a bit of fun? Am I not your type? Don't you fancy me?"

Bruno told him to forget it, but Alexander insisted: "Come on, Bruno,
get undressed and come and join me!"

"Forget it, I said. I don't like that sort of things... You are nice,
but..."

"Liar! You do it with uncle. So... why not with me? Look what a nice
prick I have, and what a nice little ass - doesn't it just make your
mouth water?"

Bruno, annoyed, repeated: "Forget it!" and was about to leave, though he
was starting to feel aroused and attracted.

But Alexander jumped off his bed and grabbed Bruno by the arm, trying to
stop him. Bruno wriggled free, and a brief struggle began. They fell to
the floor. Alexander was holding him fast and touching him, until he
managed to get his hand on Bruno's fly and felt that he was already
aroused. Bruno tried to wriggle away, but he felt a powerful wave of
heat suddenly sweep over his whole body, and started to kiss the boy and
grope him with desire. Alexander took immediate advantage of this and
started to unfasten Bruno's clothes, until was able to slip his hands
inside Bruno's singlet. Shuddering at the touch of these warm, tapered
hands on his skin, Bruno was fighting with himself to regain his
self-control, when Alexander kissed him greedily. The boy's hand
caressed his stomach, then travelled lower, slipping inside his already
half-open trousers. In confusion, Bruno was still thinking that he ought
not to be allowing this to happen, that he had to stop the boy, but he
felt all ablaze and his determination was rapidly deserting him. Then
saw Alexander's head slipping down onto his belly, so he seized the
boy's head with both hands, pushing it away from himself, and looked
into Alex's face, searching for the words that would convince him to
stop; the face seemed to him wonderful, bewitching, and he felt himself
lost in the boy's luxurious eyes. Abandonning himself with a sigh, he
closed his eyes and surrendered. Then Alexander freed him of his
trousers and dived with his head between the strong thighs of a Bruno
who was now no longer master of himself. While sucking him off, he
skillfully finished undressing him. Soon they were a tangle of
shuddering flesh moving with one rhythm, in a pressing yearning, broken
only by moans and groans of pleasure.

When Alexander offered himself, Bruno took him with vigour. The boy
seemed thrilled at the powerful assault, and welcomed him in with
pleasure, thrusting against him and spurring him on. When at last they
relaxed, panting, Alex told him that he'd really enjoyed it, and wanted
to make love with him again in the days to come. Getting dressed, Bruno
replied that it was not possible, that he didn't want to, that he
absolutely could not, and that it had been wrong of him to give in even
just this once.

Alex looked at him: "So you really are in love with my uncle!"

"What do you know about that?" Bruno answered, upset.

"Well... it's enough just to see the way you two look at each other.
It's obvious you're lovers. Is it good fucking with uncle?"

"Sure, wonderful. But it's more than just that. Andrea loves me and I
don't want to let him down. I ought not to have done it, I can't
understand what happened to me..."

"But you did enjoy it with me, didn't you?"

"That makes no difference. We must never do it again."

"But I want to do it again. And with uncle too. He must have a great
body... and a really nice tool."

Bruno finished dressing, feeling shaken: "Please, don't try anything.
Don't spoil our relationship."

"I'm only staying here for another three weeks, then I'll be gone. I'm
no threat to your relationship. But I do want to have fun. You'll see,
it'll be great in a threesome..."

"Listen, Alex, why don't you look for a casual friend? If you want, I'll
take you to places where you can easily find all the men you want..."

"But I want you... and uncle!"

"But I... I shouldn't have done it, even just this once."

"But you did do it, and you enjoyed my tight arse."

"Come on, stop it. Forget it." Bruno concluded and left the apartment,
putting an end to a discussion that was getting nowhere.

Bruno came straight round to the newspaper to see me. All in one breath,
he told me what had just happened. I was still trying to recover from
the surprise when there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!"

It was Alex.

"I was sure I'd find you both here. Bruno's already told you everything,
right, uncle?"

I nodded.

"So much the better. Listen, uncle, either you persuade him to let us
try a threesome, or I'll tell everybody he's your lover and not your
nephew, as I hear you've been saying. The choice is yours."

I looked at him nonplussed: "Are you trying to blackmail me?"

"If you want to put it like that... Bruno enjoyed fucking me, even if
afterwards he tried to play repentant. And you'll see, you'll enjoy it
too. I'm only seventeen, but I know what I'm doing. In London, my
dormitory mates are queuing up to fuck with me..."

I looked at Bruno, then at Alex, bewildered. "Don't think you can throw
your weight around with me, Alexander. I don't yield to blackmail. So
you want to tell everyone that your uncle is a homosexual? Go ahead! But
I won't let myself  be manipulated by you."

"Just as you like, uncle..."

Then Bruno chipped in with: "Andrea, I don't want you to suffer because
of me. I was wrong to give in. Perhaps it would be best if I get lost -
I don't deserve you..."

"No, you're staying with me. I don't want to lose you, Bruno. But I
don't want to give in to this spoilt brat's blackmail either. And now,
my dear Alex, all you have to do is open that door and begin. But you'll
get nothing out of Bruno and me."

Alex made for the door. My heart leapt, but I was determined not to
yield, whatever the price. But he locked the door and pocketed the key.
Then he turned with a sly smile on his lips and without a word, started
to undress.

"What the hell are you doing? What's got into you now?" I almost
shouted.

Alex didn't answer, but finished undressing and started caressing his
body in a sensual way, to tease himself, until he got a full erection.
Bruno and I were looking at him, amazed. It was the first time I'd seen
Alexander naked, and I must admit he really was a gorgeous boy... and I
started to get aroused. I looked across to Bruno and saw that he was
looking at Alex in fascination, and was biting his lower lip - he was
aroused too.

"Get dressed, Alex, stop being silly." I said dryly.

"No, YOU get undressed ..." he said provocatively.

I stood up, went to pick up his clothes and handed them to him: "Stop
it, get yourself dressed!"

"No, not until you promise me that tonight at home we can have a
threesome."

"Listen, we'll talk about this at home tonight. Now get dressed
immediately!"

Alex, satisfied, smiled and got dressed. He unlocked the door again and
said: "I'll be waiting for you at home, hunks..." and left.

Once I was alone with Bruno, I looked at him: "You're aroused, aren't
you?"

He nodded, feeling terribly ashamed.

"You've nothing to be ashamed off. I'm aroused too. If he hadn't
stopped... I can understand how you were unable to resist him, Love. He
is an extremely sensual boy. Is he good at making love?"

"Yes... very..."

"And would you like to do it with him again?"

"But I have you! I don't want anyone else. I did wrong, but..."

"But if you didn't have me? Would you do it again?"

"Well... to be honest... I think so."

An idea was forming in my mind: "Listen, Bruno - we both got turned on
immediately, just seeing him naked... we both feel attracted by him. And
it's already a week that we haven't been able to make love... and I need
you. I really need you."

So saying, I embraced, kissed and started to caress him. He shuddered,
clinging to me and then parting from me, smiling tenderly, murmured,:
"God, Andrea, stop it or I'll get undressed here too... Let's see each
other at home... As he knows, we can make love now, can't we?"

"But Alex is at home too, and you know what he wants."

"Would you like a threesome?" he asked.

"I only want to make love with you." I answered.

"But you fancy Alex, you said."

"Not as much as I fancy you, at any rate. Even if I do fancy him, you
are my Love."

"But you do fancy him."

"Are you jealous?"

"Are you?"

"Am I what?"

"I made love with him. Are you jealous?"

"It doesn't matter. Do you love me?"

"I love you, you know that."

"So then, why should I be jealous? But what about you?"

"I don't know... perhaps. If we had a threesome, I possibly wouldn't be
jealous. But if I knew you were with someone else, I would feel bad.
Though it's certainly not for me to say such a thing, after doing what I
just did."

"Do you want us to give it a try?"

"Perhaps. But what if it doesn't work?"

"Then we'll tell Alex really to forget it."

"But... what if you liked Alex more than me? Would you tell me to forget
it?" he asked, extremely serious.

"Don't talk nonsense, silly boy! Nothing in the world could ever make me
leave you."

"Really? Not even if you found somebody better than me?"

"Not even if it was Adonis himself, and not even if he was the most
intelligent, or likeable, or the most... anything. And not even if he
made love a thousand times better than you - though that would be very
difficult. I love you, Bruno, I love you and only you."

Bruno smiled: "Then... shall we try the threesome?"

"Let's try it!"

When I got back home that evening, I found Alex already naked in my bed:
"Come on, uncle... I've been waiting for you."

"No, I'm waiting for Bruno."

"So then, you really are in love!"

"Yes. Does that seems so strange to you?"

"Well... a bit. I've never fallen in love. To me fucking is just great
fun, end of story."

"You are only seventeen."

"What about you, uncle? When did you fall in love for the first time?"

"I was fourteen."

"How did it happen? Do you feel like telling me?"

I started to tell. Alex listened to me attentively, absorbed. Finally
Bruno arrived. He came to me at once and kissed me on the mouth. I
returned his kiss and our hands hurried to undress each other, as
always. When we were completely naked, Alex came near us - we'd almost
forgotten about him. We included him into our embrace. It was an odd
sensation for me, feeling at the same time my nephew's fresh and
provocative body and Bruno's firm, strong one. To feel all those hands
and mouths searching me, almost vying with each other to give me
pleasure. Our limbs intertwined untiringly, inextricable. The two boys
seemed to be competing to please me...

When at last we had all reached the peak of pleasure, Alex gave us a
kiss on our lips, got out of bed and said with a wink: "See you later,
lovebirds. I'll leave you two alone for a bit. I'll get our supper."

Once he had left, Bruno and I embraced tenderly. "Bruno... you enjoyed
it, didn't you?"

"Yes. But now we're on our own at last."

"Love... you enjoyed taking Alex, didn't you?"

"Yes..."

"Then why have you never done it with me?"

"But you're older than me, like I am with Alex."

"Does that matter? I really would like you to take me."

"But why? We don't need that. For me it's good the way we've always done
it."

"Because I want it. And because this way we will be equals in
everything. Wouldn't you try with me, at least once?"

"If you really want it, Love, after supper I'll try..."

"Promise?"

"Promise!"

"Now you can stay and sleep with me as well, can't you? There's no need
for you to sleep in the other room any more."

"Right. But, listen, I just had an idea - next time we have a threesome,
we can make Alex climax quickly, so we can get rid of him and can carry
on alone..."

"That's an idea! Why not?"

"It is fun with Alex, but I'm only interested in you. I want to be with
you, with you alone, like now..."

"Me too, Love."

We kissed and caressed each other tenderly for a long while, until Alex
called that supper was ready. After supper we all went out for a stroll.

Back home, to our surprise, Alex said: "Right, I'm going to hit the
sack. Have fun, boys!"

Once in bed, we started making love immediately, full of mutual desire.
When Bruno finally took me, I felt utterly happy. He made me his own
with youthful impetuosity, and I loved looking at his rapt face. He was
a real stallion in heat, and I liked that very much. Then he wanted to
swap roles. At last we fell asleep, happily resting against each other.

In the days that followed we adopted the strategy with Alex we'd
planned, and it all worked wonderfully. All the more so, as my nephew
became aware and finally came to accept that we preferred doing it
alone.

Alex wanted to know all about my life, my previous experiences, and he
listened to me carefully, asking me a thousand questions.

"But you, uncle, if you were in love with somebody, you'd never cheat on
him?"

"No, almost never. I just don't ever feel the need to, the desire. If
I'm in love, and if my man loves me, I don't need anything else."

"So you believe in fidelity/"

"No, it isn't that I believe in it. What I mean is, I'm not faithful
because I ought to be, but just because I'm in love. Faithfulness is not
a value, it's a need you feel. On the other hand, I'm convinced that if
either I or my man had an affair, as far as I'm concerned it wouldn't
threaten our relationship at all."

"But... do you believe that one relationship can last a whole lifetime?"

"If there are no external obstacles, and if the two really love each
other, it's certainly possible."

"To look at you two... it must be great having a steady lover, someone
who really loves you."

"And whom you really love."

"Sure. I hope I'll find someone like that one day..."

"Does your family know about you?"

"That'd be the end! They'd never understand. They've never known about
you either, have they?"

"No, though it's a pity. I've always felt as if I was wearing a mask,
and with the people I most cared for. Your father brought your mother
home, then they married and your Mum became part of the family. That was
never possible for me, and never will be."

"Well, you can't help it. It's not our fault if they don't understand.
There's nothing we can do about it. Sure, it would be great to have a
knowing and understanding mother like your English lover's. And a father
like that too..."

The month passed, Alexander went back to England. We often wrote to each
other, and one day he informed me that he was in love with a school
mate, and that his love was returned. I wrote back that I was glad to
hear the news. He was able write to me in a clear, explicit way, but I
had to be careful so that his parents would not understand, if they
should read my letters.

Bruno was continuing his studies seriously and with determination, and
with my help he was learning rapidly. Now his studies were becoming more
advanced, I found him private teachers for those subjects where I felt
less qualified. He would easily have been ready to pass the middle
school final exams by the end of 1949, without any problem; but as he
was still under-age, he couldn't sit them. He decided to continue with
his studies anyway, wanting to learn the subjects of the classical high
school. So I enrolled him in a private night school, not officially
recognized, where they didn't ask for documents. Here, in '50-'51 he
studied the syllabus of the first and second years of high school,
covering the two years in one.

1951 passed well too. In the Summer Alex came to Florence again and was
our guest for a month. This time there was no problem, as he came with
his boyfriend, another eighteen-year-old English boy. We put them up in
the servant's flat, where there was a king size bed.

Bruno was now twenty - just one more year and he would finally be of
age. He was still working at my friend the notary's and was happy in his
job. The notary asked Bruno what he would like to go on to study after
high school. Bruno answered that he wasn't yet sure, but would possibly
like to study architecture. I liked the idea, so started to buy books
and monographs for him about the history of architecture, and about
great architects, past and present.

Things were as good as they could have been between Bruno and me, we
loved each other more and more. As time passed, instead of dropping into
a routine or being tired, we felt increasingly at one and were getting
on well together, which made me feel serene and happy. I would tell
myself that I had at last found the companion of my life.

Then again, at times I was gripped by a kind of fear: even though they
had all been splendid, all my previous relationships had ended. What
would happen this time? I tried to drive this disquieting thought away.

At the beginning of '52 I had a serious car accident and was in hospital
for two months. Bruno came to visit me every day. I wondered how he
could manage for such a long period without physical relations. It was
difficult enough for me...

When I asked him, he looked at me almost if he couldn't understand: "If
you can do without, so can I!"

"Yes, but it's really hard for me. And I don't have any choice in the
matter."

"It is for me too, Love. But we just have to wait. Don't worry, we'll
make up for it, and with interest!"

"If you had an affair, I would understand..."

"Don't talk nonsense! Do you think I'm not able to do without a fuck?
I've got more self-control than that! And then... there is always the
old good system of... doing it by yourself."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."

"I know. You are always so dear. But I'm not interested in anybody else,
get that into your head. When I ran away from home, I was almost
desperate. And when I was hustling I felt so... I was ashamed of myself.
Then I met you. At first I was scared, you know, because I liked you too
much. I didn't want to fall in love, because when everything is too
beautiful, you're afraid of having to go back into the darkness. But I
couldn't not fall in love with you. And now I feel so happy, I feel like
a new man. The other one before was just the ugly duckling. Thanks to
you a new life began for me. Thanks to you I discovered the beauty of
culture, of education - but above all I discovered the beauty of love.
Will I ever be able to thank you enough?"

"It'll be enough for you just to love me. There could be no better
thank-you."

Finally I was discharged from the hospital. We picked up our life
together again, happier than ever. And we made up abundantly for those
two lost months.

1953 arrived. The month of May came, and with it, Bruno's twenty-first
birthday. We celebrated the event. The first he did was to the General
Registry Office to register his residence at our home, and to get new
identity papers at last. Then he hurried to enroll for the high school
final exams, so that in July he would be able to get the classical high
school leaving certificate. He was as happy as a little child. And when
I went with him to enroll at the university, he was almost dancing for
joy.

"I'm born again, at last!" he exclaimed, thrilled.

Everything was going full steam ahead, and being together was more and
more beautiful. We discovered with relief that the problem of his
National Service had miraculously been resolved - his contingent was
over-manned, so Bruno's service had been officially discharged; hence
there was no comeback for the fact that he'd failed to turn up at the
appointed time at army district HQ, since he'd been hiding from his
family.

Almost as if to assert his long-awaited freedom, we also added his name
to mine on the name-plate for the door and letter-box.

Bruno often brought university pals home to study together, or went to
one of their places. They were likeable youths, and I was glad that
Bruno could finally meet people of his age freely, without any worry.

Right from the start, he passed his tests rather well - I was proud of
him and shared his happiness.

In 1955 we celebrated the sixth year of our life together and I gave him
a small runabout as a present.

But I was unaware that there was something slowly brewing, something
that was to deeply mark our lives.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 11

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