Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2007 09:10:39 +0100 From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com> Subject: Chronicles of a Destiny 2/9 (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. ----------------------------- SECOND PART 1976 - August The demands of his father on Damiano seemed to increase. It was sufficient if they were alone at home, even in day time, that the man wanted to take advantage of his son. "Come here, Damià. Let me lower your shorts..." "No, Dad, not now. I'm about going to work..." "We will do it fast, come on. Lean on the table." "Dad..." "Shut up, that you too like it..." the man said, frenziedly opening his son's trousers. "Ha, what a nice tight ass! You're even better than your Mum!" the man said taking him against the kitchen table. Then, once satisfied his yen, said him, "Go, now, hurry up, or you'll be late at the machine shop." A Sunday uncle Saro invited all of them to his place for a trip into the country. It was almost August holiday. In the evening they all went on the terrace on the house roof, to see the fireworks. Uncle Saro said to Damiano's father, "Vincenzo, go to the cellar to bring some wine for everybody:" "Sure, immediately. Come to give a hand to Dad, Damià!" "I want to see the fireworks, Dad!" "I told you to come!" his father thundered. "Don't make Dad angry!" his mother said, sharply. The boy went downstairs with the man. He already knew how it would end. In fact, as soon as they were in the cellar, the man said, "Gimme your ass, Damià, as tonight we have to sleep all together and you cannot give it to me." "But Dad, they're waiting for the wine..." "Let them wait! Gimme your ass, I said, don't have me tell you twice!" "No, Dad." The boy said, determined to oppose. He got a hail of blows, then his father seized his arm, "Lower your shorts, if you don't want a second share. I gave you life, I'll take it away, remember! Lower your shorts!" The boy complied and the father took him with rush. And while he was fucking him, he was saying, "You're my bitch, Damià, my bitch, remember it!" Damiano, for the second time in his life, cried. He was not a son, then, but just the bitch of that man, or rather, of that beast. When they went back upstairs with the wine, his aunt, seeing the boy's face, asked him, "What happened, Damiano, did you cry?" "Eh, he knocked against something, down in the cellar. You know how boys are, don't you?" his father quietly answered. "What's that! You're a man, now, Damià. A man never cries!" uncle Saro said and laughed, aped by everybody. When they were back home, as soon as he was alone with his mother, feeling ashamed to die, feeling humiliated, but also feeling at the end of his tether, he confided to his mother all what his father was making him undergo. The woman's reaction shocked him - she started to insult him, to tell him he was a shameless boy, a liar, a disgusting piece of shit! Damiano was trembling from head to toe for the shock. Instead of protecting him, his mother was assaulting, cruelly insulting him, throwing to him all the worst terms of abuse she knew, yelling against him! Luca, the elder brother, also went back home. Hearing his mother yell, he asked what had happened. Damiano thought that at least Luca would take his part, he always protected him. So he told him to everything. But this time Luca started to give him a beating, calling him a craven and an impostor. And when he finally stopped beating him, said coldly, "And even if it was true, you have not to tell such things around, do you understand? You have to work it out by yourself, as a man, you're shameless! Saying such things about our father! I never heard of such a behaviour as yours! And it would be better if Dad doesn't come to know it, or he will kill you! You disgust me!" ended yelling, and spit at him. Damiano went out totally shocked. And when his father, that same night, went to see him, the boy let the man mount him without emitting a single sound. ------------------ That summer Giampaolo and Sergio went to camp together in Umbria. All the day long they visited churches, castles, abbeys and monuments and on the night, in their tent, were one in the other's arms, happy. It seemed they never tired of make love. They did it in a way that was half way between the playful and the fresh passion of two adolescents. They experienced all the positions, all the possibilities, and during the day they talked about what and how the had made love, evaluating it, imagining new ways, thanks to their unrestrained fantasy. And at night time, again in the tent, they tried them. But thy also had moments of sweetness, of mutual tenderness, where they cuddled each other, exchanged all their affection. Giampaolo very much loved the intimate, fresh, passionate style of Sergio's kissing. During that month of exploration, both tourist and amatory, Giampaolo learned from Sergio also something important - that one could be gay (and not "faggot") even though having a virile appearance and personality. It is not important who is the top and who is the bottom. That sexuality freely exchanged is sheer joy, besides the two partners sex. Giampaolo, during that wonderful month, learned to accept being gay, with complete serenity. His last doubts, his last hesitations vanished. +++++++++++++ 1977 - July Damiano had ended the third year of the middle school and passed the tests with good results, getting "A" and "B" marks in all subjects and getting the qualification "good". When he tried to ask his father to allow him to go on in his studies, the man burst in laughter. "Where do I find the money? School is expensive!" "But I'm also working." "What you earn is for the family. You have to stop with these whims!" He tried to insist. All he got was a sound thrashing. So that year he stopped studying. His former school-mates ended the first year of the high-school and Damiano envied them. In February, in a fit of rage, the boy burned all his books in the fireplace. He later regretted it, but at that point, it was too late. He was now working full time in the machine shop of uncle Saro. He had understood that many of the cars on which they were working were stolen. They dismantled some of them, to use their different parts. They painted others and sold them, and that was the work of Petruzzo, another cousin of Saro, the brother of Marco. The night visits of his father had ceased as Damiano, not having to study any more, had gone back to sleep with his brothers. At time during the night he woke up, and could catch a vague glimpse of Luca or Cosimo masturbating themselves, so he too started doing it. But even though his father's night visits had ceased, this didn't mean that his father had stopped taking him - each time he found Damiano alone at home, he made him lower his trousers and fucked him. Therefore Damiano did his best to be as little as possible at home alone with his father, and so that violence from his father gradually became less frequent and around May ceased completely. Damiano felt happy. He felt like he had won back his freedom. Fearing to be seen by his brothers as he has seen them, he took the habit to masturbate in the toilet. He didn't have erotic fantasies while doing it - he just closed his eyes, gave vent to his needs and that was all. But he enjoyed it very much. In spite of his fifteen and a half years, Damiano didn't feel attracted to girls, but not to boys either. Autoerotism satisfied him fully and he didn't worry about it. Almost at the same time, that year, both Luca and Cosimo got a girlfriend and both started to come back late in the evening. At times he could hear them, lying on their beds in the dark, to tell each other their erotic adventures and giggle. Damiano thought they were two silly boys and he really couldn't understand what his brothers could feel going with those girls - sooner or later those girls would get them in a fix with children and a family to support. Wasn't it better to stay alone? ------------------ Giampolo and Sergio had ended the third year of the classic high-school. The school-year had been good even though Sergio had lost one month because he fell ill. But Giampaolo had gone to see him every day to help with his the homework. That month had been onerous for both of them, especially at the beginning when Sergio was too weak and feverish to make love. But as soon as his friend had started to feel better, they had recovered the lost time. So they were both making projects for the holidays and for later on. They had decided that once they graduated from the high-school, they would both enter architecture. As they would have to attend the university in regional capital, they would rent a room together. "So we can go on studying together." Giampaolo said. "I feel that in that room, more than studying architecture, we will study anatomy!" Sergio said, laughing. "Well, we can choose anatomy as optional discipline..." "Optional? Are you joking? Compulsory!" Sergio exclaimed pulling his friend to himself and kissing him. They were happy, everything was proceeding nicely. At the end of the year they both got good marks... But a cold shower hit them - Sergio's father had been named director of the Trieste branch therefore he was moving there with all his family. Sergio had tried to ask to remain there, at his grand-mother place, but there had been nothing to do. The two boys had to separate. The only consolation they got was that Giampaolo's father offered them to use his cabin cruiser to have a long vacation sailing along the coast. On board there would be with them also Lena and Gianfranco, therefore they had to share the double-bed cabin! The two boys consolated themselves thinking that, at least, they would end with a flourish. ++++++++++ 1978 - August Damiano had passed a not-good, not-bad period. His father was now leaving him in peace. Luca had married in May. Cosimo had changed his girlfriend and now also Carmelina had a suitor. In that month Damiano was working as usual in the machine shop, when Annibale came, Saro's brother in law, who was a bar-keeper. He had had a tip-off - carabineers were about going to carry out an inspection in Marco's shop. They hurriedly loaded all that was compromising onto a lorry that at once drove away - they were already trained doing that. Then Damiano, who was working illegally, was sent back home and told to stay there until they sent to call him back. So Damiano went towards his house, It was five in the afternoon. When he came into view of the cottage, at the edge of the village, he saw his father coming out and go away on his bicycle, towards the village. They crossed. They didn't greet each other. Damiano entered the house. He was about to undress, to wash, when he heard a strange noise coming from the sons bedroom. Thinking that nobody should be at home at that time, he became suspicious, thus took a knife in the kitchen and went upstairs to check. He opened the door and saw his brother Pietro, the thirteen year old, wearing only his shirt, curled up on his bed crying. He put down the knife, went to sit on the edge of his brothers bed and touched him. He asked, "What's up, Pietro? What happened?" "Nothing..." But Damiano had like a terrible vision, "Tell me what happened!" "Nothing, nothing... leave me in peace..." "No, Pietro... I know what happened... But now you have to tell me." Damiano said him gently, caressing his hair. "I cannot..." "It was Dad, wasn't it?" "Yes..." "He pulled off your trousers?" "Yes..." "And... he did to you... those things." Damiano said feeling again on himself all the pain and misery he had felt when it had happened to him. "I didn't want!" "I know... I know... come here..." he said and embraced him, almost cuddling him, "I know, my poor Pietro, I know..." and he cried with him. Then always sweetly, he asked him, "Is it the first time he does it with you?" "No..." "When did he... start?" "The day of Luca's wedding..." "Why didn't you tell me then, at once, Pietro?" "I was ashamed..." "He should be ashamed, that beast! Not you, not you, Pietro." "If he knows I told you, he will kill me." "No, Pietro, he will not touch at you. And he will never again touch at you, never again, I swear!" "Oh, Damiano! I'm feeling so filthy... I..." "No, no... Listen to me, now - you have to behave so as to never be alone with him, do you understand?" "But he looks for me and tells me to come home when he knows there is nobody, and if I don't obey he whacks me! You don't know how it is..." "I know, Pietro, I too know how it is. For three years I had to stand him, that pig. Three years." "Three years?" the boy asked with wide eyes, "and how did you manage not to die? I... I wanted to kill myself..." "No, Pietro! Don't say that, not even as a joke! But you'll see he will stop, now." "But who can stop him?" "I will! I will stop him because if I don't, later it will happens also to Cesarino. I will stop him." "And how can you, Damiano?" "I'll take care of it, trust me. Now go to wash yourself and to dress. And keep away from him at any cost. He will not kill you, be sure. If he tries to touch you again, come at once to tell me, agreed?" "Yes... thank you, Damiano..." "And you have not to feel ashamed, and not even to feel dirty, not you. Do you understand?" Damiano took again the knife and slipped it in his overalls pocket. Then he went downstairs and sat to wait for his father. He waited, patient, determined. He had sent away Pietro from home, telling him to only come back for supper, when everybody was back home. His father came back. "Damià, what are you doing, here?" "Waiting for you." "Ah. And what for?" "Pull it out, Dad..." The man looked at him surprised, saw the little smile of his son and burst in laughter, "Ah, you're horny, eh, you scamp! But yes, I'll please you immediately. Open your overalls and lower it, go on..." "Yes, Dad, and you, pull it out, so we can amuse ourselves..." The man laughed again, opened his trousers fly and pulled it out, already stiff and hard. Then Damiano pulled out the knife. "What are you doing, Damià... what are you doing?" "Don't move, Dad, don't move or I'll shove all of it into your belly." "But, what, are you crazy? Put away that knife..." "Don't move, I said!" the boy yelled, brandishing the knife. The man became still and his member started to soften. "Ha, it's going down, now, pig?!" the boy said with a sneer. "Damià, enough with these bad jokes..." "I'm not joking, Dad. Do you see this? If you dare to touch again Pietro, or anybody else in this house, I'll cut your tool and shove it into your mouth, understood?" "But..." "Shut up! Shut up, don't breath. You are big and stout and strong. But I will shove all this into your heart, and I'll turn it so, if you dare to touch us again, is it clear?" "But you liked it, didn't you?" "No, I hated you. And I should have used this knife way earlier. And be careful, because I asked and got to know that what you did to me and to Pietro, is punished by the law, article 519... But before the law, I'll make you pay for it, is it clear?" "But..." "Shut up! Shut up. You ended to be a pig in this house, to fuck your sons in the ass, is it clear?" "But Luca, and Cosimo, and also you took it without making so much fuss..." "Ah, them too! Now I understand..." "Your mother doesn't want any more of me, because she says she doesn't want more children... and she said that if I touched at the daughters she would slit my throat. What could I do? I'm a man!" "I now understand. You stopped with Mum and started with Luca, right?" "But what could I do? I'm a man." "And Mum knew it, she has always known it..." "You boys could not get pregnant..." "How disgusting you are, both of you!" "But what could I do?" "You could wank yourself, Dad. What, didn't they teach you? Go on, wank now, let me see if you're able..." "Come on, put away that knife..." "No, you now wank. Careful, I don't give a shit if I've to go to jail, not a shit... Wank now, or you'll make me nervous. Now! Wank!" The man complied. When he finally unloaded, his son said, "Good. Did you enjoy it? From now on, if you feel horny, it is what you have to do, is that understood? But if you dare to touch only one of your sons, I'll slaughter you. I'll stick you like the pig you are. Did you understand? And shut up, did you understand? Careful, I'm not joking..." ------------------ That August Sergio went back to the village. When Giampaolo saw him he was happy. Even though they had been writing each other rather often, he missed his friend. As soon as they could be alone, they made love. It was no more a boys' game, they were now grown-up. It was an intercourse filled with passion. When they lay down, sated, Giampaolo said, "It's a year I've been waiting for you, dreaming of you. You know, I always masturbated thinking of you..." "You didn't do it with anybody, Giampaolo?" "No, with whom? I was waiting for you..." "I... well, I... I have to confess something to you ..." "What?" "You see, Giampaolo, I met a boy there in Trieste. A local boy... and... and we make love together." "You couldn't resist? Well, they say that opportunity makes the thief. But you did think of me, didn't you?" "Yes, of course. You always are my best friend, but..." "But?" "Well, he and I, his name is Paolo... well... we fell in love and..." "You fell in love? Why didn't you say so at once? Why did you come to bed with me, then? What am I doing here with you?" "Giampaolo, I like you very much, but... what sense there could be in meeting just once in a year? At this point my life is up there, I will live there for years, possibly forever..." "And I waited for you for almost a year..." "I'm sorry..." "You could have written, couldn't you?" "No, such things cannot be said by letter, I didn't feel like writing it. And I wanted to make love with you before telling you, to make you understand that if I leave you it is not because of you, but just because of our separation. I still desire you, to me you will always be my Giampaolo..." "But what would you want, Sergio, having him when you are there, and me when you come here? No, Sergio, I'm not game. If between you and me it's over... it's over!" "Do you hate me, now?" "Hate you? No. I rather hope we can still be good friends. But... but I don't feel like sharing you with another." "I'm sorry..." "No, it's alright. I can understand you. After all the right one is you, it's my fault if I deceived myself. And anyway... it has been beautiful, this last time." They remained good friends, even though for Gimapaolo it was a bad blow that...treason. +++++++++++++ 1979 - November After Sergio received the high-school leaving certificate, he enrolled at the first year of the faculty of Architecture, in the region's capital city. During that year he didn't have a sexual encounter with anybody. Like his school-mates, as the end of the school was nearing, they all made projects for the university years, and amongst these plans, there was also the possibility to amuse themselves with girls, far from home and from any control, in the anonymity of a big city. Thus also Giampaolo hoped he could in his turn meet somebody, a gay boy like him, to have some adventures at last or perhaps even a new love story. His father had found for him a small room in the University hostel - and for sure he could not take his eventual conquests there ... But he didn't worry to much for that. He settled in his room, then went down to the recreation room, where there were two table tennis, a TV set, and tables to play cards, draughts and chess. There were other boys and they began to make his acquaintance. Now that he didn't have a boyfriend any more and he was far from home Giampaolo became aware of a curious change that came upon him,. He was no longer evaluating the other boys by dividing them into likeable and not likeable, but also into "hunks" and uninteresting ones. That is, he looked at them asking himself if he would have liked having sex with them or not. And there was more than one with whom he would have enjoyed having sex. The only problem was to understand if among the ones he fancied, there was a gay boy or not. How could he discover it? He now knew that gay is not synonymous with effeminate, and anyway he didn't like effeminate people. "Everything can be learned." He wisely told himself and thought he would also learn to single out those like him. No, he had not to worry. ------------------ Damiano's father had stopped abusing his sons. Rather, he was rather now treating Damiano with some respect. The boy regretted he didn't have the right reaction before. But he had found the strength to do for his younger brother what he had not been able to do to defend himself. With Pietro he never again touched on the subject of their mishaps. But now Pietro was admiring him blindly, was adoring him. And Damiano was feeling strong and proud. Also Carmelina, then Cosimo, married, and Concetta found a boyfriend. His sister's boyfriend was Salvatore, and was twenty-two. Salvatore had several sisters and brothers, and amongst them there was Pasquale, called Lino, a boy of eighteen, that is one year older than Damiano. So, Damiano also got to know Lino and gradually got the feeling that that boy could be gay. He was in fact a delicate boy, even too kind, not effeminate, but also not so virile. Damiano felt curious about that Lino. Once when they met on the village square, in front of the bar, Lino offered him a Coke. They sat at a table. Damiano was a boy of few words, so the other was talking almost continuously... and looking at him... and looking at him. At one point Damiano stared in his eyes and asked, "Why do you have to look at me so much, Lino?" The other seemed embarrassed, but answered, "You are a handsome boy." "Ah. So you look at me." "Yes, that's right. Why, does it bother you?" "No." "Even though you're a year younger than me, you seem to be older. Are you already ripe?" "Ripe?" "Yes, physically I mean. You are well built... from what one can see." "Also for what cannot be seen. For sure!" Damiano said in a cunning tone. At that, Lino said, "Oh, really? Is it so?" "What's that, don't you believe me?" "Well... how can I know? I never saw you there. And everybody boasts about it, but then..." "Come with me, then." Damiano simply said. Lino followed him without breathing a word. Damiano led him into the church, they crossed it, and made him enter the little bell-tower door. "Where are you taking me?" "Come!" Damiano determined insisted and went up to the second floor. Once there, he stopped. Looked just a moment his companion in his eyes, then opened his trousers fly and pulled it out. "Here, see? And now it's soft." Lino gulped, his eyes mesmerized on his companion's member. "One needs to touch to believe, they say, don't they? Go on, touch it!" Damiano said, cheekily pushing forward his pelvis. Lino, in silence, stretched out a hand to brush it. Damiano's member at once hardened. Then Lino wrapped it in his hand, squeezed it gently and gulped again. "Lower your trousers, Lino, go on." Damiano said, determined. "But..." "Come on, I know you want it." Damiano said, self-confident. Lino was hesitant. Damiano correctly interpreted his hesitation. He said, "It will be a secret, just between you and me. Lower your trousers, come on." "You swear?" Lino asked, looking in his eyes. "Yes, I swear. May I die!" Damiano answered, impatient but serious. Lino then opened his trousers, lowered them with the underpants, wet his anus with his saliva and offered himself to his companion. Damiano leaned against his back and, guided by Lino, penetrated him there, standing. He entered inside him completely without problems and started to fuck him while Lino was masturbating. Damiano felt an incredibly intense pleasure and after a few strokes, reached his orgasm. "You already come?" Lino asked, somewhat disappointed. "Holy prick, yes!" "Did you like it?" "Yes." "Will we do it again?" "Sure." And Damiano thought, amused, "Salvatore fucks my sister, and I fuck his brother!" and thought it was a lot more agreeable to fuck a boy than to wank alone. So started the story between Damiano and Lino. When Damiano was feeling horny, he looked for Lino and simply said him, "Let's go." And the boy understood and at once accepted. If it was Lino to feel the yen, at times Damino said him yes at times no... but much more often it was a yes. They were meeting two or three times a week. No more in the bell-tower, because the others would have thought suspect their sudden "religiosity", but they went to the ACLI Recreation Circle, where they had found a very comfortable and safe hideaway under the stairway, that they could access from the toilets. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. 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