Date: Tue, 29 Jun 1999 19:25:03 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: double-04

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THE SHORT EVASION (The Double)
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1999
written on November 21 st 1994
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by a friend

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE SHORT EVASION (The Double)" 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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4 - Giacomo and Lorenzo, you and me, and the second exchange.

I met Giacomo again. He was happy. Mainly because he had met Lorenzo.
When Lorenzo knew about the "accident" that happened to me, he
understood that he had to start to court "me" again (that is Giacomo,
whom everybody, also Lorenzo, believed to be me). Lorenzo had no
intention at all to renounce me. Therefore, he started again to court
"me", that is Giacomo.

Giacomo was now aware of the sexual pleasure, thanks to the real assault
of Timoteo. And when the inn keeper's son could withdraw with him,
Giacomo satisfied him. Of course, now that he was married, Timoteo did
not feel so anxious to do it with a boy, but his lust remained and at
times surfaced again. And Giacomo, in my role, was more than willing to
please him.

Lorenzo has always been a very gentle man, also in his sentiments. He
courted Giacomo, possibly with more determination than he used with me,
but with the same tenderness. For some aspects, Lorenzo and you are
alike. Besides you are the same age.

Well, little by little Giacomo, even if more naive than me, became aware
that Lorenzo was courting him. And he liked Lorenzo, both physically and
for his personality. Possibly right because of his candour, Giacomo felt
in Lorenzo what I wasn't able to clearly perceive in him -- love. And
that, fascinated him.

We all need to give and to receive love. Also Giacomo, like everybody.
Possibly also because he was living his relation with Timoteo with a
physical pleasure, but not completely to his satisfaction. Well...
Timoteo has always been gentle, but also sometimes rude, and Giacomo was
not used to rudeness. Timoteo is the kind of man who takes what he
likes, and who holds it tightly.

So, a day after work, Lorenzo said to Giacomo: "I know that you don't
remember all about our old friendship..."

"Anyway, I feel for you as a friend... even if I have to discover that
again..."

"Yes, but our friendship was deeper than you could think... more
intimate..."

"It could became again so, don't you think?"

"I hope so... I..."

"Lorenzo, I feel so good near you... I like when you wait for me at
night along the road, and you walk a stretch of the way with me, like
now."

"Yes, you see... it was a night like this. Here there is the path
leading to Saint Mary the Magdalen chapel... you took me there... months
ago..."

"Why don't you take me there, now?"

"Would you like to come?"

"With you... for sure..."

Lorenzo guided him to the low wall around the chapel: "We sat here, like
now we are..."

"I like here, it is so quiet."

"I spread my overcoat on the grass, then... we lay on it... You and
me... Just six months ago..."

"We can do it..." Giacomo said, starting to guess what the young man
meant.

"Really?"

"Sure."

They lay down. Giacomo, on his back, was looking Lorenzo, who was
sitting near him, leaning on him with his eyes.

"And then? What happened?" Giacomo encouraged him with a sweet smile.

"May I... may I kiss you?" Lorenzo asked with a stirred voice.

"Yes, please..."

They kissed, Lorenzo lay on top of Giacomo, embraced him and both at
once clearly felt the other's erection. For a while they remained so,
intertwined, still, silent.

Then Lorenzo stared to caress Giacomo's body. More and more intimate and
pleasurable caresses. Giacomo was vibrating like a leave under the
Spring wind. Lorenzo became more daring and started to open Giacomo's
clothes, and as he unveiled his body, he kissed, licked, caressed it.
For Giacomo this was something absolutely new, splendid. He started in
his turn to undress Lorenzo. When they had completely freed each other
from their clothes, Giacomo, who was feeling the burning desire of his
companion, on instinct, right how I did six months before, turned his
body offering himself to the young man.

Lorenzo gently made him turn back: "You don't remember, right? We did it
in another way, you and I..."

"Teach me again, please..." Giacomo told him, quivering for the
excitation and gentleness at once that sallied forth from the young man.

Lorenzo tenderly guided him, and finally started to enter into him.
Giacomo welcomed him with sheer happiness. It was so different than with
Timoteo, and so beautiful! "This," he thought, "is really making Love!"

Giacomo felt the man penetrating in him little by little, with tender
gentleness, while they continued to caress and to kiss each other. When
Lorenzo was completely inside him, started to move in him with measured
passion. "What a difference with Timoteo!" Giacomo thought and felt
completely conquered. More and more excited, they continued to unite for
a long while, with growing passion.

And at a certain point Giacomo enraptured murmured: "I love you!"

Yes, Giacomo said to him those three magic, little words that probably
Lorenzo hoped in vain to hear from me... Those words sprout out from
Giacomo's heart and as soon as he uttered them, he became aware that it
was true, and he felt overjoyed. Also to Lorenzo, certainly, these three
words were like a balm.

Later, while they were lying embraced, Giacomo said to Lorenzo: "It is
really so, do you know?"

"I too love you, Giorgio... I too love you... I never told you before,
because I was waiting for you to tell me. You could have lost your
memory, but... Do you know that you made me happy? That I now feel the
happiest man in the world?"

They talked for a long while, and for sure they said each other a
thousand beautiful things. Until they had to part. Each of them went
back to his home. But Giacomo was filled with joy and felt so heavy
having had to part from the man he was now calling inside his heart "my
man".

Certainly, at a certain point he did think about Timoteo and at once
felt that he could any more do it with him. Now he belonged, soul and
body, to Lorenzo -- he could not be with any other man. I can understand
perfectly this feeling, as it is absolutely what I felt when I become
aware I was in love with you, my Gualtiero.

For some days there was no problem at all. Giacomo and Lorenzo continued
to meet, every evening, and to exchange their love with words, glances,
and with all their bodies. Certainly it was more and more hard for them
to part, having to wait for the following day to have ease to share
those moments of sweet intimacy. But they were happy.

Then, a day, the desire for Giacomo bursted again in Timoteo, so he took
him on the depot with one of the usual pretexts. As soon as they were
alone, Timoteo, straight out as his usual, took Giacomo in his arms and
started to undress him.

"No, please... I don't feel like..." Giacomo said, withdrawing.

"Don't be silly! What's suddenly up?"

"I can't have sex with you any more, Timoteo."

"Now that! And why?"

"I fell in love..."

"A girl? Who's she?"

"No, with a man..."

Timoteo bust in laughter: "Come on, idiot, you can't fall in love with a
man! With a man you just fuck, and that's all. You can fuck with
whomever you want, if just you let me fuck you. Lower your breeches,
hurry up!"

"No..."

"Nooo? I'll make you see if it's a yes or a no!" Timoteo told him. That
young man is strong like a bull, so soon he got the better of the poor
Giacomo.

"Leave me or I'll scream!" Giacomo said, as a last resource.

"Just try, and I'll kill you! Careful, I'm not joking!"

I don't believe he would really have done it, but Giacomo believed him.
So, he let Timoteo lower his breeches, turn him around, and take him
again. And he silently cried. Giacomo told me that Timoteo took him with
even more pleasure than usual, probably excited by the fact that he bent
him to his yen.

At first Giacomo thought to tell that to Lorenzo, but then he was afraid
that his man could became too mad and that he did something insane to
protect him. Timoteo is decidedly stronger than Lorenzo and in case of a
physical clash, almost certainly, Lorenzo would have been the loser...

So, for a while, Giacomo said nothing. He consoled himself with the
love, the tenderness, the affection that Lorenzo was giving him. And
when Timoteo asked him to go with him, he followed the young man
resigned and let him have his way. But inside himself, Giacomo felt bad
-- he was and wanted to be only Lorenzo's boy!

One evening, after they made love, Lorenzo told him: "It's so heavy for
me having to meet you so, in secret, at night... for a short time... and
then having to part..."

"For me too... I would like to be able to be always with you..."

"Here at the village, it's impossible. We would be caught, reported...
You know that the law forbids two males having sex. Moreover, you are
not yet of age. I'll end in jail forever."

"But it is not right!"

"But if... if you and I went to live elsewhere... We could say we are
two brothers, and nobody would think strange if we lived together...
Wouldn't it be wonderful?"

This, for Lorenzo, was like a dream, and not a real proposal, but
Giacomo started to seriously consider that possibility. Yes, it could be
the solution of all his problems. Timoteo would not be able to demand
him any more, and they would live together, in the same house...

When on that Spring I went back to the castle, Giacomo told me
everything and also about his project. I was happy for him that he met
Lorenzo, and that they fell in love with each other. I had a very good
memory of Lorenzo, and even if I was not in love with him, I liked him
very much, had for him esteem and admiration. He was completely
different from Timoteo.

So, I told him that he was right, I encouraged him. I just asked him to
do so that I could know where they would go, so that I could contact him
if I needed. He promised me.

"In the worst of the cases, I can leave you a message here in the fowler
hut, I'll hide it here under, see? But I don't know if really Lorenzo
will be ready to leave everything to take me away from the village... I
hope he will..."

On my side, I told him all the news about my life at the Court.

As I was remaining at the castle for a bit longer, I asked him to talk
with Lorenzo that same evening and to make me know what he answered.

Now do you understand why I insisted to go alone at the fowler hut? I
couldn't risk you overhearing us, you for sure would have asked me who
was the other... But happily all went smoothly.

Giacomo faced the subject with Lorenzo that same evening: "When you told
me it would be wonderful if we could go to live elsewhere, together,
were you serious?"

"Sure."

"Do you have an idea where? How? Would your family let you go?"

"They can't stop me, I'm of age. Sure, it will be taking a chance... But
we can think about it seriously, if you want. As I would be very glad if
I could live with you, you know it..."

"Then, please... let's start at once to try. I want to go away from
here, I want to live with you, I want to be only yours. But hurry up,
please..."

"Sure, Love... I'll start to think about it seriously, then." Lorenzo
answered, feeling how sorrowfully Giacomo was asking him to do it.

Even if Lorenzo really looked for a solution, it required a good while.
His parents didn't object when he told them that he was planning to go
to the town and to find some job there. They wanted him to go to some
relatives' place, but Lorenzo insisted he wanted to get off by
himself...

I, with you, went back to the Capital. I was recalling Giacomo and
Lorenzo and thought it had to be beautiful being in love. The light I
saw in Giacomo's eyes gave me matter to reflect. Yes, certainly, making
love is beautiful, but making it with the man you love, had to be
particularly beautiful, judging from the expression of Giacomo.

We went back to the Palace, to the usual life. For sure I preferred my
periods at the castle, where I could feel a little more free, more near
to nature. Do you remember that I told you so? It was then, I think,
that something, surely even if imperceptibly, changed between us.

"Your Highness is not really happy, am I right?" you asked me.

"Not completely, it is true... I feel like as if I am missing
something."

"Yes, I can feel it, and I am really sorry for you."

"Above all, I do not have a friend... a real friend, to whom I can say
everything about me, my most hidden secrets... the most little things...
being certain he could understand me. You are the nearest to a friend I
have here, but you see, we didn't choose each other, we just met here by
chance... you because you received an order, and I... and then, you talk
to me in such a formal way..."

"The etiquette demands that. Yes, it is true, I am here because they
ordered me, because they chose me, other people, not you. But I am so
glad to be at your side. Now that I know you, I would... choose you!"

"Do you mean as a friend?"

"Yes."

"Also if instead of being the Prince, I was a wretched ragamuffin?"

"If I met you and came to know you, even as a ragamuffin I would have
willingly offered you my friendship." you said.

I felt you were sincere. And I remember very well that, right then, I
asked to myself: "What would you prefer Gualtiero to be for you? A
friend or a lover? And I remember that I answered myself: "Both of them
-- it would be wonderful"!

"A friend, as I intend, is someone with whom there are no secrets. You
know so little about me, and I about you." I said, thinking to the fact
that I was not the real prince and also at the fact that I wanted you.

You smiled (ah, your smile!) and said: "These are things that have to be
built little by little -- it is a goal, not a starting point..." It was
a clear invitation to start... You could for sure not push yourself
farther -- I still was your prince, and you my orderly. The formal "Your
Highness" that you normally used was the more than evident symbol of our
relationship.

"Something... is so very difficult to say it.  And other things, even
dangerous," I told you thinking of my two biggest secrets.

"About the difficult things, are to be said in the right moment... abut
the dangerous ones, when we are fully aware that putting ourselves in
the other's hands does in reality not put us at risk... that is when one
knows the other sufficiently well..."

"Therefore, little by little, one can... unveil himself to the other.
But a starting point is needed... where is it?"

I really wanted to start with you. I was more and more attracted by you.
But my two secrets were too big...

I decided to do a first, little step: "I fell really so good with
you..."

"I am very pleased. And I too feel so, with you..."

"I like you." I said.

"I like you too, and very much..." you said and blushed.

To me that was like a signal -- you would not have blushed if you simply
meant that you just had a liking for me, I thought.

"Also for your aspect... on the evenings, when you undress behind the
screen, I like spying on you... I would like the screen not to be
there..."

You didn't answer. I asked myself if I didn't take a false step, telling
you so. But you did the second step.

"I too look at you, and with pleasure, when you change. And at times I
envy the valet who helps you to take your bath..."

"You envy him? You really do?" I asked slightly amazed but pleased for
what your words implied. You again blushed, but less than the first
time. Then you simply nodded in assent.

"Why?" I softly asked you.

"Because... you are so beautiful!" you murmured.

It was like a game, where we were little by little uncovering ourselves
one in front of the other, still ready to strategical retreats, but
compromising ourselves a little more at each move.

"You too are so beautiful..." I said.

We didn't do more steps in that occasion. But it was just a matter of a
few hours. In fact that same evening, when you undressed to go to bed,
for the first time you did it without going behind the screen. When,
naked, you turned towards me to see if I was looking at you, I felt
terribly upset. You undressed for me... I wanted to call you, but I
could not find the courage. You slipped on you the long night shirt,
gave me the good night, snuffed the lamp and slipped in your bed.

I was aroused -- the image of your naked body still lingered in my eyes.
You really were wonderful. Many times I wanted to call you, to ask you
to come to me, but I didn't dare. Possibly because you, contrary to the
others, were already so important to me? Because from you I did not want
even if I still did not understand it clearly, just your body?

The following night all went on exactly in the same way. But when you
were naked and took in your hands your night shirt, this time I was able
to ask you something. Do you remember?

Yes, right that: "Why do you wear that shirt?"

And you asked me, with a provocative smile: "And why did you wear
yours?"

"Right... come and pull it off of me, then..." I said sitting up and
leaving my bed.

And you came. And you pulled off my night shirt. And you lightly
caressed my side. I was feeling like dying with the emotion. Then I
noticed your beautiful erection, When I looked again in your eyes, you
smiled to me. Without saying a single word. I felt your hand gleading
lightly on my skin, slowly aiming there... I could feel it approaching
its goal, it was matter of a few moments, but they seemed eternal to me.

Then the incredible shock of the contact, even if light, of your hand on
my turgidity.

"Why are you trembling?" you gently asked me.

"Because I desire you..." I answered like in a trance.

"I am here... for you..."

"For me?"

"Yes, sure... for you..."

We didn't say any more words, we didn't need them. Our bodies talked for
us in a fascinating and passionate dialogue. Yes, certainly, that first
long night was splendid, but I can not say it was the best... We had
many other after, as beautiful and even better than our first time,
isn't it so?

No, I have to confess you, it was not at once. I was enraptured, but I
was not yet aware that I was in love with you, that what I was feeling
was love. Well, even if I am now somewhat ashamed to admit it, at first
I just thought I found a new lover, another man, one more, even if the
best of all. In fact I didn't stop at once with Manfredo and Ermanno.
Even if, you should believe me, I was feeling stronger and stronger the
difference with those relations. I was becoming aware, little by little,
that you were giving me much more than the others -- not just your body,
I mean.

Well, you didn't know, at that time, about the other two men. No, two is
right, as now Fabiano was just washing me, nothing more. We did nothing
else there in my bath room, as I told you.

Anyway, the fact that you now were spending all your nights in my bed,
and that we made love with so much passion, reduced my encounters with
the other two men. Yes, you were giving me much more than any other, and
not just on a physical level, that by the way was also splendid with
you. That is splendid, with you.

But the fact that I could finally make love with you, after so a long
time I desired it, and in all safety, had on me another effect -- a
growing desire to be able to tell you really everything about me.
Especially when I became aware, little by little, that I was falling in
love with you, and that you were giving to me "something more", -- your
love.

I wanted to be loved as Giorgio, and not as Giacomo. So, it was then
that I started to desire to take back my place, to go back at the
village. But, would you follow me being me a simple country boy? Would
you have renounced to your prestigious role at Court, to your
comfortable life, to everything? I was thinking again about Lorenzo and
Giacomo... would Giacomo accept to take back his place in the Court?

And, how to tell you I was not the prince? Would you have believed me,
first of all, would you have loved me all the same, would you have
accepted me? Sure, I know that you said me that even if I was a
ragamuffin... But at times open says things just theoretically, possibly
also believing them while saying them, but then, in the real
situation...

On the other hand I was feeling more and more ill at ease in my role of
a prince. I wanted to be back my real self. But if so I lost you? I
understood the answer one afternoon, almost suddenly -- sure, more than
everything, you were important to me, but "that" you who really loved
me, and that therefore would have accepted my real "me".

To tell it with your words, I understood that I had to risk and to put
myself completely in your hands. If you were what I thought, I was
running no risk at all, if you weren't... that was the best way to
understand it.

Certainly it was not a step I did carelessly. Anyway, you became aware
that I was passing a difficult moment. You became more tender, more
sweet, more careful if possible... And that made me decide to take that
last step.

I decided I would have to do it at the castle, there at two steps from
my little village. I felt safer, more in my element, in there.

But first I told Manfredo and Ermanno that our meetings, who were
already less and less frequent, would have to cease completely. I
already told you about their reaction. On my side, that step made me
feel more light, free, happy -- I was now really yours, only yours. Now
I could understand what Giacomo told me about belonging only to his
Lorenzo, even if the situation was different.

We went to the castle. As soon as I could, I went to the fowler hut --
there was a message from Giacomo. They were living in the town,
together, for about one month, and gave me a way to track him. As he
didn't yet know where they would have lived, what they would have done,
he would have attended each Sunday morning at ten the mass in the
Cathedral, and he would sit on the last pew on the right entering. For
any problem, I could meet him there or ask someone to give him a message
there.

So then, Giacomo's message in my pocket, I summoned you.

I had a short moment of panic, but then I started: "Gualtiero, I have to
tell you a tale..."

"Yes? What is it about?"

"It is the tale of a prince... in a small kingdom in the mountains...
This prince was not happy being a prince. He felt like a prisoner, at
Court. He was dreaming to flee away... But he knew that he would never
been allowed that. But dreams, as you well know, are hard to die. So on
an Autumn day..."

I told you the story of my encounter with Giacomo, of the swapping of
roles, of my falling in love... Without saying names, but, as the story
developed, it was clear that you understood ... You were listening
without interrupting me, and I was grateful to you for that. You were
listening without getting upset, and also of that I was grateful to you.

"... so now, the fake prince, would like to go back to his previous
life, but he doesn't want to lose his beloved one. So, what should he
do, in your opinion?" I concluded looking in your eyes.

Your smile comforted me a while -- it had cost me dearly telling you
everything, even if through that transparent tale.

"An interesting story... so unbelievable that it could even be true...
If I was that knight of your tale, I would say to my beloved one that I
am ready to do whatever he asks me..."

"Whatever? Even to go with him to live like two common villagers?"

"Sure, also... I am really in love with this young man who is now here
in front of me, any attire he would wear, any name could he have,
anybody could he be... What is your real name, anyway?"

"Giorgio..."

"A nice name... You would like me to tell you how to come out of this?
Because you now want to come out of this, is it not so?"

"If it is with you, yes."

"You are right. How can we come out? First of all it is to be seen if
Prince Giacomo is willing to come back to the Court, or else... If he
doesn't want, you understand, you can nothing but to resign yourself...
Yes, it is true, you could tell to the Court all you told me, but... but
would they believe you? Or would they rather think that you are ill,
that you became mad?"

"But you believed me, at once..."

"Because I love you and, even if I didn't know all this, I know you...
No, they would not believe you. Therefore, as a first thing, we have to
know if the prince is ready to resume his place."

I handed you his message and you read it.

"Well, Sunday morning I will go to meet him. You cannot go with me, you
understand that. And anyway, nobody should see you two together. I will
go to the Cathedral. I will talk with him. And we will see... If he
agrees to come back to the Court, we will plan how and where and when to
make again the exchange. Anyway it will bring some problems for him. If
not... I will remain near you in this golden cage. You will one day
become the King... But I, as long as you want me at your side, I will
never abandon you, this is sure."

In that moment I felt I madly loved you. Because I understood that if
you had been able to accept all without showing any amazement,
confusion, disbelief, what allowed you to accept all that was just out
of the force of your love for me.

And when, short while later, while making love, for the first time you
called me Giorgio, I felt to be in my seventh heaven.

Sunday came and you, wearing civilian clothes, went with your horse to
the town to meet Giacomo. To me, those were hours of anxious waiting. I
was trying to guess what Giacomo could tell you, and what you to him...
What could be his answer. The fact that you were late, made me fear that
you had met difficulties, if not just a flat refusal from Giacomo.

It is not that I didn't have confidence in yours persuasion skills -- I
just knew that Giacomo loved his new life more than I liked mine, and I
was afraid he didn't want to listen to reason...

Finally I saw you coming back. I looked at your horse entering the
castle yard, I saw you entering the door, and I ran to meet you, filled
with fear. The expression of your face gave me back some hope. Then,
your account -- how you recognized Giacomo and introduced yourself to
him, and told him my message. How he said that he could even go back to
the Court, if this was my desire, but that he was now bound to Lorenzo
and that, therefore, he had first to ask to his man what he wanted him
to do. In fact, if Giacomo went back to the Court, for him and Lorenzo
the freedom to live together would have to end. Lorenzo didn't accept
the story with the same simplicity you accepted it, is it not so? But at
the end he too surrendered.

Certainly, for Lorenzo it had been a hard stroke, coming to know the
truth. He lived all that time with the Crown Prince! But, above all, he
was now risking the loss of the boy he loved. Yes, you are really right
-- Lorenzo was heroic in his love!

We decided when and where to make the exchange. At the fowler hut,
right. You would remain at the prince's side for a while, to help him to
again insert himself in his life. He suddenly recovered his memory, yes,
it was the most simple thing to say... It was heavy for me to part from
you, even if just for a few months, but I owed that to Giacomo. Lorenzo
wanted to come to the hut for the exchange. Then, I went back with
Lorenzo to the town, waiting for you. Then we would decide together
where to go, what to do...

When we were all in the hut, just you outside to be on watch for safety,
to me it was a moving moment -- to see again Lorenzo, to swap my clothes
with those of Giacomo, to bid you farewell, to take the forest lane with
Lorenzo while you and Giacomo were going back to the castle...

Lorenzo and I were both immersed in painful thoughts, so all along the
road we didn't talk. I was asking myself how long would I have to wait
for you... we said at least one month... how long would have been that
month? But certainly for Lorenzo it was much harder. The scene of their
farewell had been harrowing, for the dignity and simplicity it happened.
If I felt so badly for the parting of one month or little more, how
could Giacomo and Lorenzo feel? You could, spend that period to help
Giacomo, to resign and come to me --  there was no difficulty. But it
was not at all such a simple thing for Lorenzo to meet his Giacomo
again. It could even be almost impossible. Even if Giacomo went often to
the castle, they could possibly have some fleeting encounters at the
fowler hut, but certainly staggered by long separations...

I became aware that I asked very much of Giacomo, for the sake of my own
happiness. And that I had been lucky that Lorenzo was willing to grant
to my wish.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5

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