Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2007 08:30:50 +0100 From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com> Subject: Chronicles of a Destiny 1/9 (Young Fiends) ---------------------------- CHRONICLES OF A DESTINY by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2007 written on November 1, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by John ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "CHRONICLES OF A DESTINY" 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. ----------------------------- FIRST PART 1960 - June 6 Vincenzo De Penne, jeweller, and his wife Santa, housewife, had their third child who was christened Giampaolo. The child was baptized by the archpriest in the collegiate church of the Saints Peter and Paul. Lena, the five years old little sister, was disappointed - she had hoped for a little sister. The little brother Gianfranco, three years old, on the contrary was happy, possibly more out of spite of her than for any other reason. In the De Penne's detached house, a third bedroom was prepared, even though the newborn was still kept in the cot in the parents bedroom. He was a quiet baby, peaceful, always smiling. Differently from his little siblings, he was never naughty and at night he let his parents sleep. He soon became his parent's pet. ++++++++++ 1962 - March 5 In the Minni's poor cottage was born Damiano, the fifth child and third son. His father's comment was, "One more mouth to feed." And he went to the tavern with his friends to get drunk. His mother entrusted the newborn to her eldest daughter, eleven years old, because she had to go into service and was almost never at home. +++++++++ 1963 - September Giampaolo started to attend the Ursuline sisters' nursery school. He was a lively and intelligent boy, obedient and smiling. The sisters were always praising him and held him up as an example to the other children. Also his brother Gianfranco attended the same nursery, but he was with the "grown-ups". Lena already attended the primary school. ++++++++++ 1973 - December Years had elapsed. In the Minni's family, after Damiano, three more children were born. The father was earning some money with irregular work, which he did only when there was not enough money in the family to make ends meet. To round out, the father and his younger brother Saro sometimes went to steal. Saro had five children and his wife did the cleaning in the town hall. Damiano was attending the primary school and was really good. He liked studying very much. But he had often to do a day's work in the fields, with his brothers and sisters, to bring home some money. Thus Damiano studied at night time, sitting in the room behind the kitchen, because in the sons' bedroom there were five and there was too much confusion. ----------- Giampaolo also attended the school. He went to the middle school and was an adept pupil. At home he would quietly study in his bright little room then, after he completed his homework, he went to play with his friends and school-mates. His company was desired - he was refined, elegant, witty and gentle, decided and sweet boy. He was a darling xxxxx of a boy! ++++++++++++++ 1974 - September Damiano was also in the middle school. The teachers were happy with the strong-willed child, even though poorly dressed wearing more patches than real clothes. They appreciated his diligence and his intelligence. They only worried a little about his close character. Damiano was very seldom smiling. He had no friends. --------------- Giampaolo entered the first year of high school where several of his school mates were new. One caught his attention in a peculiar way - his name was Sergio and he was a strong, easy, outgoing boy. He was the son of the vice-director of the local bank. Sergio was a natural leader and soon established himself at the centre, the leader of the class. Between Sergio and Giampaolo, a strong feeling of friendship was born at once. The two boys started to study together, at times at the home of the one, at times of the other. They were living at the opposite ends of the small town, but with the bicycle it took little time, for one or the other, to reach his friend's house. The two boys, besides studying together, developed common interests and in particular making models. Not the xxxxx railways or military modelling - they preferred to make dioramas, little houses, small villages, natural landscapes. And soon they became really skilled. ++++++++++++++++ 1974 - November At home, Damiano was mocked because he spent all his free time on his books. He asked his mother if he could move his mattress into the small room behind the kitchen, to be more tranquil. "Why not, you always hole up in there anyway! But during the day time roll your mattress up - I have to work in that room, with all I need to darn!" the woman answered. His brothers were happy, because in their bedroom there was more room for them. Cosimo pulled his leg, "Our big head brother wants to become a teacher! He believes he's better than us, the young lord!" But the elder one, Luca, as always took his part, "You, let him in peace. He has a good head, he is different from us. He possibly could really become a master, what do you know?" ----------------- Giampaolo was playing in his room with Sergio. And suddenly a thought arose in his head, a sudden awareness, "My god, how beautiful Sergio is!" And he admired his body tightly wrapped in his jeans. And soon after, a second thought flashed through his mind, "I'd like to touch him..." and fancying to do so, he got aroused. This troubled him deeply. He knew very well that a boy had to be aroused by a girl, not by another boy. Everybody knew that! For him, instead, the first time he got a hard-on, was not for a girl but for his friend. Giampaolo knew that there are also the "faggots" who like doing it with men, and it was exactly this which troubled him. "My god! But then I'm a faggot! If Sergio becomes aware of that, he wouldn't want me any more as a friend... and my other mates, even less!" The "faggots" are mocked at by everybody. They are effeminate, weak, half-women... He went at the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror - and yet, he had not at all an effeminate aspect... but he might start to become so now... and the others would understand he was one... and he would be ridiculed, cut off, shunned... He had to react; he could not allow such a thing to happen. He had to behave so that nobody looking at him could think he was not enough of a man! +++++++++++++ 1974 - December Damiano was sent by his father to work in the machine shop of Marco, who was Saro's wife's cousin. He worked there only in the afternoons, so that he could continue to attend the school. But to study and do his homework, he had to stay up later and later, so he was feeling more and more tired. Happily the Christmas holidays were approaching, so he could have more time to study and to rest. His performance at school didn't lessen and Damiano was proud of that, even though it cost him much strain. After he had completed his homework and could finally unroll his mattress and hit the bed, a heavy and deep sleep at once seized him. ----------------- Giampaolo was more and more troubled. He was striking more and more a manly pose, he even came to blows with a school-mate for a trivial reason. He had his hair cut very short, in a crew cut. He started to dress almost like a tough guy. But the attraction he was feeling towards Sergio was stronger and stronger and his friend was populating his erotic dreams. He thus started to slacken his meetings with the friend, to almost avoid him. And he also started to court girls. But everything seemed useless. Moreover, the more he tried to avoid Sergio, the more he seemed to search for his company... The physical education hour was for Giampaolo a real misery, a torture. He was not able to divert his gaze from his friend's body. At the showers he avoided being near him... When Sergio, once, went to ask him for some shampoo, he dryly, sharply answered him, "Buy it! What's the problem, doesn't you Dad earn enough money?" The look of his friend, at first surprised, then offended, wounded him deeply, but he knew he could not behave in a different way, and he felt terrible. ++++++++++++++++ 1975 - February Damiano had good results at school, but so as not to find himself behind, he also studied while his companions were enjoying the break between the lessons. The teacher of Italian became aware of that and went to talk with him. So she came to know about his life rhythm and was moved to pity. She thus called Damiano's parents and told them they had to cease sending their son to work, first of all because he still wasn't the legal age to do a job, an then also because they were leading the boy to a nervous breakdown. When the parents were back home, first the father, then also the mother, gave him a good beating because he dared to complain to is teacher. "You put shame on us in front of everybody, you rascal!" Damiano understood he could not trust anyone. He had to learn to keep silent. ----------------- Giampaolo at that point was no longer inviting Sergio to his home and with a set of pretexts he never accepted his friend's invitations. Sergio understood that there was some problems and tried to talk with him. "What's up, Giampaolo, aren't we friends any more?" "No, no... what has that to got with it?..." Giampaolo weakly protested, feeling terribly tormented. He couldn't lose his friendship with Sergio, but he was scared of his feelings towards him. At the end he decided to ask for advice from his confessor. The priest told him he was right to resist, and gave him a set of practical precepts, of rules to follow so as not to fall into temptation - to pray a lot, to receive the Holy Communion often, to take cold baths, not to touch his intimate parts, to avoid being alone with his friend... Every morning, before school time, Giampaolo started to attend the 7.30 Mass and to receive the Communion. His mother was happy; his father smiled at this mystical crisis but said nothing. ++++++++++++++++ 1975 - March - June Damiano, lying, said to his teacher he wasn't going to work any more. But because of this he could no more study during the lessons breaks, therefore he had to hit the bed even later than usual, so that now he could sleep only four hours per night. He was pale, tired, but he held on. He started to produce less both at work and at school. But he absolutely didn't want to yield. When he was back home from the machine shop he was physically tired, but his head was ready and awake. He washed himself thoroughly, fast, in the tub, then he ate his supper with his family and then, while the men were going out to the tavern, the women did the house work, the children were put to bed, he closed himself in the little room to do his homework. Damiano was the most taciturn of the family. He didn't feel like chatting, his head was totally absorbed in his studies. ---------------- Giampaolo was going less well than usual at school, but anyway he managed to earn pass marks. His head was filled with his unconfessable problem. He was always thinking of Sergio, of his body, of his desire to make love with him. He managed not to be alone with his friend. He managed not to masturbate himself, but while he was taking his cold baths, while he was praying, while he was attending the Mass, even while he was going to receive the Holy Communion, he did nothing but think of Sergio... He was living in a state of continuous tension. One day Sergio, while sitting in the classroom, leaned a hand on his arm and Giampaolo felt melting, and got a very strong erection so that, with indifferent air, he had to lay his jacket on his lap to hide it. He then decided to ask his mother to buy him underpants one size smaller, to keep it more still, to make his sudden and strong erections less visible. And he started to court girls even more than before. ++++++++++++++ 1975 - July - August Giampaolo passed with 6.8 on 10 and Sergio with 7.6 on 10. The end of school was a great relief to Giampaolo. The vacation was approaching. He would go to Taormina with his family. Sergio instead would go to Capri with his parents. When his friend asked him to exchange addresses to write each other during the vacation, Giampaolo accepted at once - so far away he could not run risks, and at the same time he didn't want to break with Sergio. They wrote each other quite often. In Taormina, Giampaolo met a easy and likeable girl and they became friends. And their friendship was soon coloured pink. And when one afternoon Giampaolo kissed her... the girl enjoyed the kiss, but it produced in him a weird effect, not really unpleasant, but... but he wasn't aroused at all. Two days later they kissed again and this time Giampaolo thought of Sergio and, fantasizing he was kissing with his friend, he at once became aroused. Scared, he brusquely moved away from the girl. The girl, amazed, said, "Hey, what's up, Giampi? I thought you liked it, like all the normal boys do..." ------------------ Damiano had passed with 6.1 on 10, thanks to the help of mathematics teacher. He had now to work in the machine shop morning and afternoon. But on the evening he went on to study, to rehearse, to do the vacations' homework. He studied above all mathematics, because he knew that the pass had been given without him really deserving it. One night, as he was studying, his father came, wearing his pyjamas. "Damià, what are you doing, you're still studying?" "Yes, but I will soon go to sleep." "Eh, I couldn't sleep with this hot weather. Spread your mattress, go on!" "Alright." Damiano answered and went to unroll his mattress. But he wanted to end reading the chapter, therefore he went back on is books. His father sat on the mattress. "Damià, come here to your Dad..." "Just a moment, Dad." "No... come immediately! I want you to have some rest, now. Come here, I said!" Damiano, resigned, closed the book and went near the mattress. He pulled out his T-shirt then his trousers. "Lie down, Damià..." his father urged him. While the boy was lying down, his father fast lowered the boy's briefs. "But... what're you doing, Dad!" "Shut up! Ah, what a nice little ass you have..." "No, Dad, what're you doing..." "Come here... you're becoming pretty... make your Dad happy..." "No... no, stop it... I don't want..." "Shut up! Shut up!" the man enjoined him keeping him still on the mattress and starting to rummage with an inquisitive finger in the little ass. Even though the boy was fighting, is father easily blocked him, wet with spittle his little hole, weighted on him with all his body and penetrated him, shutting his mouth with his big and strong hands to prevent him from screaming. Then started to vigorously and determinedly fuck his son. Damiano, seeing all resistance useless, stopped fighting and abandoned himself, surrendered to that assault and only his tears on the mattress betrayed what he was feeling - pain, resignation, humiliation, shame. The physical pain was strong, but seemed nothing to the boy, compared to the pain he was feeling in his heart, in his brain. His father unloaded inside him. Then pulled out and gave him a slap on the buttocks. "Good, Damià... you made happy your Dad... Good." The man put back his member inside the pyjamas opening and went back upstairs, to lie near his wife, in their bedroom. Damiano remained still for some minutes, as his father left him. Then he put his briefs back on, switched off the light and threw himself again on the mattress. On the following days all was normal, as if nothing had happened. But every four or five days his father came back to Damiano, in the dead of the night, switched on the light, awakened him, made him assume the position and penetrated him. Without saying a word. Damiano had tried a couple of times to oppose, but his father had forced him. He had overcome his resistance, had subdued him, and had felt even more pleasure than usual to penetrate his son. +++++++++++++ 1975 - September School started again. Damiano entered the second year at the middle school, more bashful and taciturn than ever. He liked to study. It helped him to forget the sexual violence of his father, the toil in the machine shop, all the ugly things of his young life. The nocturnal visits of his father were a kind of distraction he tried to forget. He had became aware that, each time his father showed up during the night, during supper he was looking at him in a different way, with a peculiar gleam in his eyes, thus he knew when he could sleep peacefully or when he had to wait for his visit. In this case it was better to wait for him awake, as at least, when his father was sated, he could fall asleep at once. If on the contrary, the father awakened him to fuck him, he afterwards had difficulty falling asleep, for a long time, so that in the morning he woke up feeling terribly tired. The physical pain of the penetration had subsided. Only remained the humiliation, the shame. But Damiano had learned also to live with these feelings. But at times he was feeling on him a dull anger that at times burst out when some schoolmates annoyed him. So he soon made his reputation as a violent boy. But he now could feel respect and admiration from his mates, and this soothed, at least in part, his soul's wounds. Damiano was growing up sturdy and strong and also the older boys started to respect him. But at that point nobody saw him smile any more - his face, his expression were perpetually gloomy, frowned, sullen. His look was always hard. ------------------- Sergio and Giampaolo met again at the beginning of the second year of the classical high school. As Giampaolo was again his friend, his heart entered in fibrillation. They told each other, in length and breadth, their summer. Giampaolo told him about his flirt with that girl, boasting, embellishing the facts. But at the clear question of his friend, he admitted he did not go as far as a complete intercourse... Sergio then admitted to him that he didn't yet have a girlfriend, not even for a short flirt. "I'm just fifteen, after all!" he merrily concluded shrugging his shoulders. They changed the subject. Sergio was happy, because he felt he had found back his friend of the old times. They also started again to study together. But Giampaolo was more and more tormented by his desire towards his friend. Once when he went to study at Sergio's home, he showed him the pictures of his holidays in Capri. Giampaolo noticed that in many picture his friend was, of course, in swimming trunks. But in one he was totally naked! He was sitting on the sea shore, in the low water, wearing absolutely nothing, and the limpid water let his friend's genitals be seen rather clearly. Giampaolo's heart started to strongly drum in his chest. Sergio put away the picture album and they started to do their homework. Then Sergio stood up to go to the toilet. As soon as he was alone, Giampaolo took again the pictures album, opened it where was the picture of Sergio naked and looked at him stirred up. Then hurriedly, he slipped it out of the album and hid it in his school bag, just in time before his friend came back. His heart was crazily beating, They went on studying, but Giampaolo was now having difficulty to concentrate. When he was back home, on the evening, lying on his bed, Giampaolo took the picture he had stolen. He kissed it and, for the first time, masturbated looking at it and dreamed that Sergio was there doing it to him... But afterwards he felt a strong sense of guilt. Hi hid the picture. And on the day after he almost ignored Sergio. Two days later his friend asked him if he had taken the photo from the album. Giampaolo assumed an offended expression and asked him, sharply, almost aggressively, if he was accusing him to be a thief. Sergio smiled and answered, "I didn't mean that. I had that picture shot expressly for you, to give it to you..." "For me? And why for me?" "Just so, as a souvenir, I thought you could like it..." "And why should I like it?" Giampaolo asked him belligerently and went away with an angered expression. They didn't talk with each other for several days. But now, every evening Giampaolo masturbated looking at that picture, in the secrecy of his nice, small bedroom, fantasizing that he could do with his friend all the things he had heard that "faggots" do between them. One day Giampaolo was alone at home and was studying classical Greek, when he heard the door bell ring. He went to open - it was Sergio. He greeted him coldly but his friend, not at all troubled, smiling, asked him if they could go upstairs, because he had to talk with him. They went to Giampaolo's bedroom. And here Sergio, without beating about the bush, and just stating in advance he knew perfectly well he was risking their friendship, told him bluntly he was in love with him! The world seemed to stop for Giampaolo. He looked at his friend with wide eyes, unable to utter even just one sound. Then with chocked voice, almost having difficulty to articulate the words, Giampaolo told him that it was true, he had stolen that picture... because he too was in love with him. They talked. Giampaolo explained to him, recounted to him all he had passed through in that year, or a little more, since he got to know him. He explained to him the real reason why he had had such weird behaviour towards him. He told him that he didn't want to fight any more against the love he was feeling for him. And he asked him to teach him, because he had never yet made love with anybody. Sergio, on the contrary, had already had sex experiences with other boys. Thus on that evening, there in Giampaolo's small room, Sergio led him by hand to explore the hidden lanes of the love between two men. After that day the two boys, each time they could, united in passionate love encounters. They were now always studying together, they became inseparable, and also Giampaolo was again amongst the best of his class, like his friend Sergio. Now that all his fears, all his inner tensions, all his perplexities were over, it was right the physical love binding him to his friend who was giving him more serenity and energy. The two families were seeing their friendship with very good eyes, of course without suspecting in the least that there was between them much more than appeared. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. If someone wants to read them, the URL is http://andrejkoymasky.com If you want to send me feed-back, or desire to help revising my English translations, so that I can put on-line more of my stories in English please e-mail at andrej@andrejkoymasky.com ---------------------------