Date: Sun, 23 Apr 2006 09:50:13 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Cosmolab 2/7 (sf-fantasy)

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COSMOLAB
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005
written on July 1st, 1994
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"COSMOLAB" 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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CHAPRTE 2 -- YEAR ZERO, THE LONG JOURNEY

Matt was an athletic young man, with a wide smile and a cheerful
character. And he was really good at his job.

On a day when they were alone in the hydroponic plantation, Matt said,
"Doctor Galli, why are you always so sad?"

"What? Me, sad? Well, possibly yes, I am. Life, at times, tends to be
sad."

"Thatıs such a shame. You are young, full of talent and vigor. I was
looking at you while you went swimming at the beach. You also have a
handsome, healthy body. What can you ask more from life? What do you
miss, what can make you more relaxed?"

"What do I miss? Bah, possibly a friend." Uccio answered thoughtfully.

"Couldn't I be your friend?" the young man asked, with his luminous
smile, then added, "I for sure, am not at your level, but if I might..."

"What level are you talking about? You are a very good technician, and
have a very agreeable character. And then..." he started saying, but
stopped.

"And then?" Matt asked him, looking him straight in his eyes.

"Nothing, I feel good being with you."

"The same for me, Doctor."

"If you want to be my friend, why don't you call me Uccio and be less
formal?"

"Willingly. So then, do you want me as your friend?"

"Certainly. I would be very glad if you were."

"Me too, Uccio. I like you very much." Matt said, with a low, warm
voice.

Uccio looked at him and asked himself if the other was not by chance
propositioning him. He would not regret that, certainly, but his fantasy
was possibly just running away with him.  Maybe Matt was just talking
about a plain friendship.

Anyway, they started to spend their free time together. Uccio liked it
mainly when they went to swim. Matt had a really beautiful body, he
noticed with pleasure, and his swimming trunks showed that he was well
endowed.

One night, they decided to swim in the moonlight, and afterwards they
lay on the shore resting. While waiting for the warm breeze to dry their
bodies, Matt sat up and looked at him for a long while in silence. Uccio
could see his companion's eyes shining, as they roamed all over his
body.

"The moonlight makes your body seem like silver, Uccio.² said Matt.
³You are so beautiful!" "Do you like me?"

"Very much!" Matt answered with emotion. Then he asked, in a whisper
filled with sensuality, "May I touch you?"

"Sure," whispered Uccio.

He felt his friend's hands caressing him all over his body, hesitating a
moment on his belly, then moving, warm, light and pleasant, over his
swimming trunks.

"Pull them off," Uccio murmured excitedly.

"May I?" the young man asked, with luminous eyes.

"Sure. But take yours off too, why donıt you?."

"Oh, Uccio, Uccio, I want you," the young black man said, with a hot
voice, as he was removing his companionıs swimming trunks.

The young scientist arched his body to facilitate the task, and as it
was freed, his member sprang up, straight and shuddering.

"I like you so much. I want to make love with you."

"Me too, Matt," the other answered sitting up, and in turn, he lowered
his friend's swimming trunks.  Taking the fat, purple and swollen glans
in his lips, he sucked with passion.

Matt emitted a long, low sigh, and caressed the copper-colored hair of
his friend, who was sucking down his throat his quivering, massive
column of flesh, the color of ebony. Uccio felt intoxicated - and
continued to suck, as he gently kneaded the young man's testicles with
one hand.  With the fingers of his other, he started to tease the slit
between Matt's hard buttocks, feeling in search of the hole that he
found, hot and palpitating.

"You want to take me?" the young black man said, shuddering.

"I would like to very much," he whispered, forcing Matt's back door with
his fingers and moving them inside, lightly but insistently.

"Go on, then." Matt answered, and rose slightly, straddling his pelvis
to sit on his lap, until he felt Uccio's pole pushing at the entrance to
his hole.

Keeping it still with his hand, he lowered himself gently until he felt
its length inside himself, buried to the hilt. Grasping Uccio's
shoulders with his strong arms and planting his feet on the sand, Matt
started to move up and down, pierced by that white, stiff pole. Uccio
moved so that he could suck and lick Matt's small, hard nipples.

"Oh, Uccio, I wanted this from the first day I met you. It is wonderful
having your beautiful stake inside me!" Matt murmured, accelerating the
rhythm of his movement and pulling his own chest tightly against the
chest of the man's below him.

Uccio felt Mattıs thick member compressed between their belliesas it
brushed up and down at each of his moves, wanting to feel him again in
his mouth. He made Matt slip off and knelt in front of him, starting
again to give him head with greedy passion, until it was Matt's turn to
sit again on his friend's lap and be penetrated once more. They
alternated in their mutual pleasure until, first, Uccio unloaded in the
boiling deepness of Matt, and then drank with big greedy swallows, his
powerful jets of warm cream.

"Do you know that you taste good, Matt?"

"You really like it?"

"So very much! It is good, it is sweet."

"It depends on the alimentation, I discovered.  I too did my research,"
the black boy giggled, kissing him deeply and tasting his own seed that
still lingered in his friend's mouth.

"But we were foolhardy doing it here on the beach, they could see us,"
Uccio said pulling on his swimming trunks.

Matt laughed, "You are right. But I longed for this so much... You have
a really wonderful cock."

"You do too."

"But mine is too thick. Do you know that in high school my mates
competed for turns to give me head? I had at least one of them every
day. We did it in the chess club, while one or two mates stood watch to
warn us if a teacher or an assistant was coming by. And during a school
trip one time, my roommate took my cherry. He was a black boy like me,
but his tool was a more reasonable size than mine, not so fat but very
long, and I enjoyed it very much."

"Was he your first man?"

"No, my first time had been with my brother, Luke. He was then sixteen
and I was thirteen. We were sleeping in the same bed. At night he taught
me to sixty-nine. We did nothing else, but I liked it from the very
first time we did it. And your first time? When was it?"

"I was sixteen. He was thirty-one. I already knew I liked men, but
didn't know what to do. I was on the Underground connecting Paris with
London, with some schoolmates. We were coming back from a school trip.
The train was crowded. I was standing in front of some of my mates who
were sitting. Behind me there was this man. At a certain point I felt
him pushing his hard-on against my ass. With the pretext of bending to
look at the screen of an electronic game belonging to one of my mates, I
started to push back and brush my ass against his powerful erection. I
pretended that nothing was happening, but I was fully aroused. The man
understood I liked it and in his turn, he pressed his tool against me.
When we reached the terminal at Paris-Lyon station, I turned back and
met his eyes. We went out and I said to my mates I had to make a
telephone call to meet my sister who was living in Paris, and I bade
them good bye. He followed me. When I was out of sight of my mates, I
stopped, leaning against a pillar, looking for him. He drew near and, as
I hoped, asked me if I wanted to go with him. I followed and he took me
to the back room of a closed shop, his clothing store.  There we
undressed and he taught me how to make love. I went to see him several
times, and it was he who, one evening, took my virginity. He also had
two other boys he introduced me to.  He liked watching us having sex,
and then he had sex with us together. I liked it very much when he had
me penetrate another of his boys while he took me from behind - each
stroke he gave became a stroke I gave the other boy. Then I was squeezed
between two hot naked bodies - it was great."

"And who taught you to give head in such a wonderful way? Was it that
man?" Matt asked with a smile.

"Oh, that... a tourist, when I was nineteen years old. An Asiatic man,
who studied dusty tomes about the sexual arts of the ancient
civilization of his land... We met in a museum... For all of the ten
days he stayed in Paris, I spent the nights in his bed, and learnt... I
almost didn't sleep in that period, but it was worth the pain..."

Matt and Uccio became lovers.

Other than that first time, they did it safely in Uccio's room.

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Ivan also reached Paloowa. A few weeks after his arrival, he met another
chosen guard, Masaru Yamamoto, a twenty-two-year-old boy from the
Brasilia station. On one evening when they were sentries together, after
their shift, they went to buy some beers at the vending machine, then
went to drink them at the prospect point. They chatted, and Ivan was
thinking he would like to try it with Masaru.

Suddenly, at one point, Masaru said, "Excuse me, I need to take a leak."
 Turning away, he went a few steps towards the ravine, opened his
uniform trousers and pulled it out.

Ivan moved over to his side and followed suit.  Looking between his
companion's legs, he said, noting with a smile, "You have a hard-on."

His mate looked in his turn, between his legs, and said quietly, "Donıt
you?"

"I'll remedy that at once." Ivan answered with a smile and started
slowly to masturbate himself under the other's eyes. Instead of putting
it back in his trousers, Masaru started to masturbate as well. Then Ivan
pulled away his mate's hand and started to masturbate him. Masaru
followed suit.

They masturbated each other for a while in silence, until Ivan asked,
"Come with me over to those bushes, so we can be safer."

"To do what?" Masaru asked following him.

"Something more interesting." Ivan answered cunningly.

When they were behind the bushes, Masaru opened Ivan's belt and trousers
and lowered them to his hips, then crouching in front, he started to
give him head, at the same time teasing his back hole. Ivan was happy
and thought he was lucky - he liked Masaru. When his mate stood up, it
was Ivanıs turn to crouch in front of him, lower his trousers and give
him the same treatment. After a while, without a word Masaru made him
stand and lean with his hands against a tree.  He took his ass with a
few well-aimed strokes.

"Oh, Masaru, thatıs so great!" Ivan murmured, more and more excited,
pushing his ass back against his companion's groin.

"Yes, but afterwards you'll take me, understood?" Masaru said, starting
to pump inside him with vigor, all the time using both hands to caress
his genitals and keep his erection awake.

Masaru's member was not as big as that of Ivan, but he used it like a
real expert, making his mate enjoy it at least as much as he was
enjoying him. He took him for a long time, until finally he unloaded
inside him in a last, frantic push. Then he slowly slipped out and
swapped places with his companion, leaning against the tree with both
his hands, pushing backwards his beautiful, little ass.

"Go on, take me, now. Make me feel all of it, fill me."

Ivan took him with great gusto, "Whoa, youıre tight!  This isnıt your
first time, is it?" he panted, seized by pleasure.

The other giggled, "No way, for sure. But itıs been almost a year since
anyone has taken me. Go on, I like it!"

After they both were sated, they tidied up their light green uniforms,
and went back again to sit at the prospect point.

Ivan asked to Masaru, "You've liked doing it with males for long?"

"Well, I was seventeen years old the first time, almost five years ago.
I was at the home of one of my mates for his birthday party. We drank a
little too much, we were half drunk and I was ashamed to go back home in
that state. So my mate, Pedro, told me to stay over and sleep with him.
I called my parents, who didn't raise any fuss. Also, another mate
stopped to sleep there, Miguelito. Pedro and Miguelito went to sleep on
Pedro's bed, and I lay on the floor on a spare mattress. I fell asleep
almost at once.

"Later, I woke up and in the light coming from the street, I saw that
Pedro and Miguelito were stark naked and were having sex - Pedro was
riding Miguelito's ass with real pleasure for both of them. I got a
hard-on and, assuming that I had not been noticed, lowered my underpants
and started to stroke my meat, looking at them, fascinated. But
Miguelito saw me. He made Pedro look at me. They moved off the bed,
moved nearer to me and undressed me without a word. Soon I was with
Miguelito's rod in my mouth while Pedro pushed all of it inside my back
hole. I was crazy with pleasure - something more than doing it by
myself, as had been the case until then! And at once I understood I was
gay. I continued to do it with them, one of us three in turn in the
middle taking it from the other two mates, one in front and the other in
back. It was wild and really great sex.

"Then I met a chosen guard, one of Miguelito's friends. He was
twenty-three. When Jaume, that was his name, said to Miguelito he liked
me, our friend arranged it so that we would meet alone. Jaume sat in an
armchair. He took me by my arms and made me sit on his lap and started
to fondle me between my legs, while French kissing me.  That was my
first kiss and it aroused me so very much. In a short while we were both
naked, and I was sitting on him, my legs spread wide, taking it all,
while he, with both his strong hands, was holding me by the waist,
making me go up and down on his glorious rod. It was for him that I
decided to enroll in the guards. He told me that there were many of them
doing it amongst themselves and the thought of living with youths like
me and him excited me. In fact, already during the training course, I
have never missed a fun mate. Including our lieutenant, who each time we
were alone in his office, unsheathed it and offered it to me, to lick
and suck it, and then he would push me on his desk and pump it inside my
ass. As a reward, he put me in the same bedroom as a mate I liked very
much and who liked being my bottom. Until I was moved here. And here,
you are the first."

"But not the last, I bet, right?" Ivan said laughing out loud, then
added , "You too, are the first for me here. Whoever of us finds
another, he tells his friend, agreed?"

"Agreed. And possibly we will do it as a threesome, right?" said Masaru,
caressing his companion on the fly of his trousers, "Anyway, you have a
really beautiful cock, I enjoyed it very much."

"We will have our fun. We have twenty years ahead of us to do it!" Ivan
answered, satisfied for the evening, which he knew was only the first of
many pleasurable evenings.

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When Doctor Ulrich Bartler joined Paloowa Project, he was thirty-two
years old. He was one of the main electronics experts in the world. When
he was contacted for the mission, he was in a deep depression - his wife
having committed suicide and also having killed their five-year-old
autistic son, the woman having become crazy from having a son in that
condition. Ulrich himself was seriously considering suicide when a
minion of vice-president Parkol contacted him, proposing a mission
inside the mission, and he accepted at once.

It seemed that the vice-presidents and some of the ministers had
discovered the real goal of Sullivan Grosvenor Narita III and wanted to
stop him. Not succeeding in slowing the project, as a last resort they
opted to insert a man of their own on board, a saboteur - and the choice
fell on Ulrich. The man accepted, with alacrity. He would sabotage the
Cosmolab after the first year of navigation, by disabling the radio,
then opening the fuel tanks. This would condemn all of his companions -
and himself with them to certain death. That fact didn't worry him.  In
fact, it didn't cause him anxiety at all - he was convinced that life
was a useless thing anyway. Indeed, he had accepted the proposal made to
him for one reason - he had lost a wife and a son because science had
not been able to heal his child. And now the dictator wanted to use
science for his own immortality. That seemed immoral to Ulrich. And
Parkol's man knew that there is no better saboteur than one the who does
so for ethical reasons. You don't even need to reward him.

The way Ulrich would sabotage the project was of amazing simplicity - he
was given the absolute priority access code, which was personally
reserved for the dictator. With it, at the right moment, he would enter
it into the Cosmolab computer. As this was connected with the Paloowa
computer, he had only a few minutes before triggering the unauthorized
entry alarm in Paloowa. In those few minutes, he had to insert the
special program which would permanently disable Cosmolab's galactic
transmitter. Then, immediately after, the program would open the loading
nozzles of the propellent, allowing it to disperse out into the cosmos.
At that point Cosmolab would become little more than a relic,
unreachable and not able to make its way back to earth.

He could not do any of this until a year or so after the departure, that
is, when the Cosmolab was in a state of inertial propulsion. Before that
in fact, the propeller jets would be used for a set of corrections to
put Cosmolab onto the right trajectory, and give it proper rotation on
axis to create artificial gravity.  If he acted too quickly, his
intervention would be spotted at once and possibly even neutralized.

Apparently Ulrich was an innocuous person, quiet and serene. Nobody, not
even with the best psychological tests, could discover in him that
determination to die, which was pushing him to take that extreme action.
Nor was he worried about the fact that, with that gesture, he would be
condemning all of his companions from ever returning to their home
planet.

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The birthday of Sullivan Grosvenor Narita III arrived. He flew to
Paloowa and, in his megalomania, wanted personally to give to all the
157 members of the mission the collars of the Cosmo Order he had
expressly created for them - a massive gold collar with a galaxy of
diamonds hanging at its center. The collar and diamonds were
proportioned according to the four ranks present on board the spaceship,
both for the military personnel with their light green uniforms, and for
the civilian group in their light violet uniforms. Then he assisted in
the first wave of departures.

The shuttles, with men and materials, landed in the center of the wide
ring of the eight sections of the Cosmolab, one after the other in
regular turns, pouring out their loads. And at once, the Cosmolab
started to become animated and to live. Everything proceeded with the
precision of a clockwork mechanism. Each man knew what he had to do and
how. Paloowa base was an almost perfect replica of the big ring of
Cosmolab and everybody could almost move inside it with their eyes
closed. At last the final shuttle arrived, and Commander Allan Freston
gave the order to close the loading bays hermetically and start the
final countdown for the departure of the huge structure. On October 1st,
2170, exactly at midnight Paloowa time, from all of the Cosmolab's
loudspeakers came the voice of Commander Allan.

"Gentlemen, our journey is starting. The central computer will reset all
your personal watches - first day, first month, year 0, local time 00:00
- Good mission to everybody. In exactly 20 years, 2 months and 15 days
from now, we will be back on Earth. May the good luck be with us."

At the end of this short message, many men shouted, "Hurrah!".

Life on board was organized in three shifts of eight hours each, both
for the civilians and the military. While the first shift was working,
the second had eight hours of rest and the third one eight hours of free
time Then the second shift would start their work, while the third had
their rest and the first their free time, and so on. They had one year
of heavy work before them, but then there would be a period of easier
routine for eight years. Then two years for the change of routine for
the way back, eight more years of routine, and the final year to prepare
for the end of the journey. All was designed for the good of the mission
and for the comfort of the men. Those of lower rank had real
mini-apartments with a bedroom, a living room with a kitchenette,
personal shower and toilet, and a tiny entrance hall, for a total of 30
square meters. This were raised to 46 square meters for the upper rank,
70 for the second rank and 100 for the first rank, that is for the
Commander and Doctor Alquwaity. The psychologists, in fact, had advised
against normal cruise cabins because of the journey's length. For the
same reason, all the beds were queen sized and not just berths, and each
room had a fake window with a variable light source, which could be
adjusted from sunny to night, according to the preference of the
inhabitant.

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Ivan had his apartment on the sixth floor of section D, as one of the
guards on the third shift, that is above the game-rooms and under the
laundry hall. Masaru instead, lived with those of the first shift, on
the sixth floor section H, under the central computer area and above the
electronic library. As their shifts didn't coincide, the only way they
could meet was to steal some time from the rest period. This they
willingly did, in order to meet and have sex together.

Around the end of the first month, Ivan, during his free period, was on
the sixth floor, in section A, swimming in the wide pool, when he saw
entering one of the laboratory technicians. He was an Arab, with a lean
and slender body, slightly dark as if he were tanned.   He had fine,
curly hair on his head, a light tuft in the center of his chest and
another line of hair that extended down from his navel to disappear in
the top of his speedos. Only his legs and arms were covered by a fine
dark down, this being absent on his forearms and thighs. Ivan observed
him from the water and at once felt a strong sense of desire. He saw him
going to the edge of the pool, elegantly diving in and starting to swim
with vigorous arm strokes. Ivan was not very good at swimming, but he
managed to go into the man's trajectory and the Arab, suddenly finding
Ivan in front of him, stopped.

Ivan smiled, almost apologizing, "Oh, sorry... I'm not a good swimmer.
You, on the contrary, are very skilled. Did you take lessons?"

"No, I'm born at the sea side and my folks were fishermen. I learned as
a little child," the man answered. Then, noticing Ivan's green speedos,
asked him, "Are you a military man?"

"Yes. You too have your free shift now?"

"Of course."

"Would you teach me to swim more properly?" Ivan asked, with a disarming
smile.

"Well... why not, What's your name?"

"Ivan. I am eighteen years old, a chosen guard and I come from the
Ukraine." The boy said.

The man smiled, "My name is Jahal, I come from Saudi Arabia, and I am
twenty-six years old. I am a technician responsible for the stables."

"Oh, so we owe you for the good meat."

"And the milk. So then, let us start our first lesson," the young man
said and started to explain and show him how to move.

Ivan executed all the moves in good order, and meanwhile he enjoyed the
proximity of being with that young man, not really beautiful, but very
sensual. And he was thinking, how could he try to make him understand
that he wanted to conclude something with him. On that day nothing
happened, but after swimming they went together to the bar of the game
rooms to chat.

They met some more times and gradually they started to tell each other
about their lives before the enrollment. And Ivan told him about the
seminary period, but didn't tell him the real reason he had to leave it.
He simply said he understood that the chaste life as too restrictive for
him, it  didn't suit him, and neither did the idea of marrying, once he
was ordained a priest.

Jahal nodded, "I too never wanted to be tied to a woman. I'm not cut out
for domestic life. And then, our women are still too controlled, it is
not easy to take one's fun with one of them."

"How did you do it, then?"

"With some foreigner, like one of the nurses of the westernersı
hospital, or some of the hostesses, but it happened so seldom. They are
few, and they too, have to be careful not to be seen around with us
Arabs. It was different when, twenty-three years old, I went to work in
Mexico. There, the women were more free."

"Bit until you were twenty-three, what did you do?" Ivan insisted.

"Bah, at times my friends also had the same problem, and so... we made a
shift."

"The same as we did in the seminar, I bet." Ivan said with a sly smile.

"Well, it is normal. When I was a kid, it was up to me to be kind to my
elders, and when I grew up, with my friends, we looked for some kind kid
in our turn."

"We, instead, did it amongst ourselves - younger or elder didn't
matter,² Ivan feigned, with an indifferent air.. ³We just looked for a
friend and we were... kind with each other."

During these speeches, sitting at the edge of the pool, their feet
soaking in the water, Ivan got an erection. He then threw a glance at
the space between his friend's legs and got the feeling that there,
also, was some increase in volume.

Jahal, unaware of that glance, asked him, slightly amazed, "You mean
that there was not one doing the man and another doing the woman?"

"No, we did it in turns, one for the other. At least both got our fun,
right?" Ivan answered with an obvious air, then added, "The same also
happens amongst the guards, at times."

"Here on board?" Jahal asked, slightly hesitantly.

"No, I haven't yet found anyone here;" Ivan lied, "But twenty years is a
long time, and I don't believe I can hold out for so long." "Yes, twenty
years is long, but here there are no women nor kind youths. The younger
ones are your age."

"And we are men, at my age." Ivan underlined.

They changed the subject, but Ivan knew he would not have to wait for
long. They continued to meet, to swim together and to talk, but they
never again broached that kind of topic. Until one day, Jahal invited
Ivan to his apartment to show him holographs of his land and of his
people. On one of the animated holographs, Jahal was lying next to a
fifteen-year-old boy, really beautiful.  He had his hand on the boy's
shoulder and the boy was turning up his head and smiling at him.

Ivan, pointed at him and asked, "This is one of your boys, isn't he? He
is beautiful, and he has a beautiful smile."

"His name was Abdul. He was really likeable, and kind."

"Do you miss him?" Ivan asked looking at him.

"A little. He was skilled." The young man said thoughtfully.

"In bed?" Ivan asked, continuing to look at him, into his eyes.

"He liked it, and I liked him."

"And what did you do, together?" Ivan said, taking again that holograph
in his hand and observing the kid.

"He was almost better than a woman. He... licked all my body, then he
gave me head and when I was ready, he offered himself to me. And he made
me enjoy him in an incredible way."

"And what did you do to make him enjoy." Ivan asked.

"I? Him? Well, I fucked him, didn't I?"

"And he was contented with that?" Ivan asked with an unbelieving tone.

"Well... if my friends knew the answer to  that, I would became their
laughing stock and lose face. But as Abdul was so beautiful, and many
wanted him, to keep him all for me, you know... I understood he desired
that... and so..."

"So?" Ivan urged, looking again into his eyes.

"Well... afterwards I... I sucked him, also. So Abdul gave me priority
over everybody else and came with me each time I asked him - until the
day I went to Mexico."

"Did he have a nice cock?" Ivan directly asked.

"His body was of that a kid, but there he was already an adult."

"And did you like giving him head?"

"Well, you know how it happens... one adapts..."

"Jahal?"

"What's up?"

"Why don't you take me there?" Ivan asked, nodding with his head to
towards the bedroom.

Jahal held his breath for a moment, then emitted a light and long sigh
and said. "But you want to do it... on an equal footing, don't you?" and
looked in his eyes with an intense expression.

"Sure. But I would know how to make you enjoy it, at least as much as
your Abdul did, believe me," he murmured, and caressed him on his fly,
testing it.

Jahal stiffened for a moment, embarrassed, but didn't stop him.

Ivan said with a tempting tone, "It is already nicely hard. Let's go,
come on."

"But... with the light off. I would be ashamed to be seen doing it with
an adult male. I never did it," he said, standing up.

Ivan followed him. In the dark they undressed and, groping, they lay on
the bed.

Ivan took the initiative and started skillfully to lick Jahal's body.
Then he stopped, "On the same footing, agreed?"

"Yes. Go on," the young man answered, with an excited voice.

Ivan started again to lick him all over his body, determined to make him
lose his head. He didnıt want him to cum so soon and stepped back. Jahal
was moaning in a low voice, shuddering and trembling, with his whole
body. Ivan singled out his most sensitive spots and devoted himself to
them, with art and passion, gradually leading the man to the very edge
of excitement. Then with his lips, he seized Jahal's member, stiff and
hard like a sword, and sucked it with ardor. Suddenly, Jahal, without a
word seized him, turned him on his belly, went on his top and took him
with impetuosity.

Ivan liked to be taken that way, somewhat rudely and brutally, but also
because he was anticipating that his own turn would come in a short
while.

Jahal mounting him vigorously, biting his earlobe and whispering to him
sweet words, as he used to do with Abdul, "Ah, my little flower. You are
my sweet tartlet. Ah, what a nice, hot, little ass you have. You like my
love pole all inside you, don't you? You are mine, my little lamb. Can
you feel my rod, how it takes you? Oh, my handsome little male, sweet
little ass, honey lips..." the young man was panting, continuing to fuck
him with manly vigor and riding him with tireless energy.

Ivan turned backwards to his face and said hoarsely, "Kiss me!" and
their mouths sealed, their tongues searched for each other, and Jahal
lost all remaining self-control and started to hammer inside him with
disorderly, strong strokes, moaning aloud, until suddenly he stiffened
and from his hot pole fired burst upon burst of seed.

He collapsed on Ivan's back, panting heavily and trembling slightly all
over from time to time.

"Oh, my boy, how long was it since I enjoyed so much! It has been
beautiful, too beautiful. Would you be my boyfriend?" Jahal murmured
slipping away from Ivan's top, turning him on his back and caressing him
sweetly.

"As with Abdul, if you'll be able to convince me. But I am a man, not a
kid, remember. I will not content myself with a blow job. Let me see how
you can convince me, and if you succeed, I will be your boyfriend."

"I want you again, and again. I don't know if I will be able to make you
happy. I'll try, I swear," the young man said, with a hesitant voice.

Then Jahal started to lick and caress Ivan's body. He was somewhat
awkward, but he was really doing his best. When he felt that Ivan was
again aroused, he gave him head, and he was not bad. At least it was
clear that he already had done that before. After a while Ivan had him
on all fours and tried to penetrate him. But Jahal, not even trying to
escape him, was incredibly tight and was not able to relax.

After some attempts, Ivan asked him, "Don't you have some cream? I
can't, in this way."

"No." the young man murmured, somewhat confused.

"See you get some, then, for the next time I come."

"If you like, I can make you cum with my mouth," offered Jahal, who
didn't want to lose him.

Ivan was about to accept, but then told himself it was better that he
didn't. He wanted to bend  Jahal to his desire. He left the bed and
groped around for his clothes.

Jahal seized him, "No, don't yet leave. Wait. Really, I want to make you
happy."

"I'll come back to you when you are ready. I like you, but I don't want
to be just a hole, an ass for you. Here we are not in your land," said
Ivan, wriggling away.

Then Jahal switched on the light and Ivan started to dress again.

Jahal got up from his bed and went near the boy, "Ivan, my little lamb,
are you mad at me?" he asked, crestfallen.

"No, but I didn't get what you promised me. I'm somewhat disappointed,
that's all," he said, continuing to dress.

"I tried. I tried it. It is not my fault."

"You will show me that next time. You still have one chance." Ivan said,
surly.

"Swear it." Jahal begged him.

"I swear. But now, you dress too."

Jahal seemed to realize only then he was naked, and blushed, covering
his genitals with both hands.

Ivan smiled, "Pull away those hands, silly man. I have already seen you,
havenıt I? What's wrong with that, if we are really going to become
lovers?"

"I'm not used..." Jahal said but, blushing again, he moved away his
hands from his genitals.

"You are a handsome man, you have nothing to be ashamed of."

"In my country a man never shows his nudity, to anybody."

"I told you, here we are not in your country. And next time we will make
love with the light on."

"As you like," said Jahal resignedly.

Three days later Jahal went to look for Ivan, "I found the cream...
Would you come to my place, Ivan?" he asked ashamedly, again blushing.

"How did you find it?" Ivan asked with curiosity.

"I went to the hospital. I told the nurse I was terribly constipated and
that it hurts me when... I asked if they had something to... I think the
nurse understood, as he looked at me in a way... He gave me a cream and
said 'With this you will feel less pain, it is a good lube, and also
somewhat anaesthetic; spread it well with your finger, also inside, it
doesn't contain grease, and it remains slippery for a good while' he
said with a little smile..."

"Let's go, then." Ivan said, laughing to himself.

"Do you want it?"

"Sure, I have still to give vent to my need, don't I?" Ivan said,
allusively.

Jahal seemed embarrassed.

When they were near the young man's bed, Ivan said, "Undress me, and let
me undress you. And leave the light on."

Jahal nodded in assent, put the little cream jar on the bed and they
started to undress each other. When they were naked, Ivan saw with
pleasure that his friend was already aroused.

He pushed aside the cream and lay down. "Make me enjoy myself, now, go
on!" he demanded.

Then Jahal climbed near him and started to lick and caress him all over.
Ivan guided him explaining to him how and where he received more
pleasure. Jahal diligently applied himself. After a while Ivan guided
him to his member, "Suck it, now. You have to make me desire to take
you."

Jahal did his utmost. In reality Ivan was already full of desire, but he
wanted the man to learn to give him pleasure equally, on his same level.

After a while, Ivan had Jahal again on all fours. He kneeled at his
back, took the cream from the small jar with his finger and started to
apply it to the young man's back hole.  He did so for a long while, but
Jahal was still tense, undergoing the treatment only because he didn't
want to lose Ivan. The boy carefully lubed the tight hole that, for at
least ten years, had not been visited by a virile member. Ivan continued
to work it with his finger, inside and out, all around, until he felt it
was starting to soften, to relax a little. He was excited at the thought
that Jahal was undergoing this treatment only because he did not want to
lose him. He thought it was exciting, conquering somebody in that way.
And finally, spreading the strong buttocks with both his hands, he aimed
his member at the hole and started to push.

Ivan penetrated Jahal for a few millimeters but felt him stiffening.
"Relax, or else we risk again not to be able to do it," he warned,
stopping.

"I'm trying, but..." the other complained, with a low voice.

"Just think about later, when it will be your turn to take me. Think
about how I'll welcome you inside me. Relax, and let me take you now,"
Ivan said, but without resuming his pushes.

He felt the young man relaxing slowly, almost hesitantly. He waited some
more, then gathering all his strength, he launched a sudden stroke of
his loins, holding him tightly by his waist. Half of his rod was
inserted before Jahal, instinctively, squeezed his sphincter with all
his strength and emitting a groan. Ivan again became still. He fingered
with a hand, the young man's member, that was now small and soft, and
started to tease it, while with his other hand he titillated the young
man's nipples. He felt Jahal again becoming aroused, but he continued
without yet pushing. As Jahal began to get more aroused, he also started
to relax, as Ivan foresaw. Then again, the boy thrust a second, very
violent stroke and sank completely inside the tight hole. Continuing to
massage and fondle Jahal's member, now again fully erect, and to tease
his hard little nipples, Ivan licked the young man neck and ear,

"Here, Jahal! You are mine. And now I'll fuck your beautiful ass, as if
you were my kind kid. As before, afterwards I'll be your kind kid. But
now you are my nice kid, my colt, and I'll ride you until I reach my joy
inside you.  If you relax, you too can enjoy it, as I do. But if you
squeeze as you are doing now, I'll enjoy it all the same - a lot - but
you'll feel pain. You are my little wild colt, but I'll tame you. Tell
me you like feeling my stake all inside you."

"I... I'm not used..."

"But you are now my nice kid, therefore you have to tell me you like it,
you want to be fucked."

"I... I like it."

"And then?"

"Fuck me... please..." "Yes, my little lamb. You are tight like a
virgin. But I'll now take your virginity for a second time. Tell me I am
your man, your male."

"You are my male..."

"Yes." Ivan said and started to hammer that ass with energetic regular
strokes, slapping each time his groin against the contracted buttocks.

Little by little, he felt Jahal relaxing, "You like it, don't you, my
little lamb? You are mine and you are happy for that, aren't you? Yes, I
know. You are tight and hot. And you like your man mounting you. You
want to make your man enjoy you, be happy with you, don't you?" Ivan
said, continuing vigorously to fuck him, with strokes that made all
Jahal's body jump.

He felt Jahal quivering and understood that the young man was at last
starting to feel pleasure. Then he hurled himself without thinking
anymore of anything, in a wild ride. Jahal started to moan.

Ivan felt his orgasm nearing. "Oh, Jahal, I'm about to cum inside you!
This is great!"

"Yeeeeesss."

"Oh my little colt, you like how I'm fucking you, don't you?"

"Yeeeeesss..."

"Here, I'm cummming... You are my man as I'm yours, am I not? Tell me
you like it... Ooohhh... tell me... teeeelll meee" Ivan moaned and
started to unload inside the young man.

"Yes, cum inside me, enjoy me... Oh, Ivan..." Jahal moaned with a hoarse
voice, incredibly excited, making his hole palpitate.

Ivan stopped, panting and satisfied. Then he slowly slipped out and,
lying at his friend's side, pulled him against himself, embracing him
tightly, " Let me just retrieve some breath, then it will be your turn,
Jahal. You really earned it. Anyway^Ê you liked it, didn't you?"

"Yes, I must confess I liked it, but..."

"But?"

"But I also like very much how you make me take you."

"I know. And I like how you take me. Make me yours, now. Enjoy yourself
inside me."

"You are my man, and I'm yours, right?" Jahal asked happily, preparing
to take his young lover.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3

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