Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2007 09:11:02 +0100 From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com> Subject: Chronicles of a Destiny 3/9 (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. ----------------------------- THIRD PART 1980 - March Giampaolo had his first adventure with a university student. He was just a freshman, and the other was in his third year. They met at the toilets on the second floor. Sideways glances... both slowly masturbating. Then the other stretched out his hand and touched him... and proposed they go to his place. That boy was living in a private boarding house. He took Giampaolo to his room, locked themselves inside and made love. The other, though physically agreeable, in bed was nothing special. But afterwards, chatting, he explained to Giampaolo how and where he could find other gay boys like them. So, Giampaolo's libertine career started. And as he was a rather attractive boy, attending the right places, soon there were others who tried to hook him so that before long he had an embarrassment of choices. As he couldn't take anybody to his room in the University hostel, he went only with those who had their own place. Anyway, he managed to share a bed and to make love with somebody at least a couple of times a week. He was becoming more and more selective - he wanted them handsome, likeable, good in bed and with a room. But even though he was so selective, he didn't lack for good occasions. Then Giampaolo discovered gay magazines. He was going to buy them at the station newspaper kiosk, being careful not to be seen. He then took them to his room, thumbed through them and chose the pictures he liked best. He then clipped and glued them in an album. He put the remaining magazine pieces in a plastic envelope which he threw away in one of the town dustbins. At times in the evening, when he stopped studying, he thumbed through his album, becoming aroused, and masturbated while creating his erotic fantasies... ------------------ Lino, one day, told Damiano to go with him. "Where are you taking me?" "To grandpa's house." "To do what?" "To fuck, of course." "At your grandpa's?" "Sure. He lives alone, he is as deaf as a doorpost and cannot climb the stairs and on the first floor there is an empty room with a nice, wide bed. So we can also undress and do it on the bed, naked, comfortable and safe. "But what does your grandpa say, seeing us go upstairs?" "He would not be awareof that. The room is locked with a key, but I had a copy made..." "You thought of everything." "Sure..." Lino was right. They went to greet the grandfather and spent a dozen or so minutes with him. Then they said good-bye as if to go away but when they went out of his room, stole away up the stairs to the upper floor. In the room there was a king size bed. They pulled away the cover and under there were even sheets. They undressed completely, got on the bed and there Damiano took Lino. Yes, it was much better making it naked, on a soft bed. Skin against skin... Damiano, for the first time, caressed Lino's body and enjoyed the feeling he got. After a few times going to have sex on the grandfather's house, Damiano started to masturbate Lino while he fucked him. The feeling of a hard member in his hands was also pleasurable. Damiano's sexuality, in small steps, was becoming less rough. He was discovering that, besides fucking, there was pleasure also in touching, caressing, and feeling the body of a naked male. And all summed up, Lino was a handsome boy even arousing, although a little thin. Damiano also discovered that giving pleasure to the other increased his own pleasure..." +++++++++++++++ 1981 - May Giampaolo, thanks to the gay magazines, discovered the possibility of placing ads, using the poste restante. Thus he started to send an ad every month and to call at the central post office every Monday morning, when he got to town by train from his village. He then started to write back to some of those who answered him, or to call if they wrote their phone number. He tried to contact only those who attached a picture and whom he liked. After the various selections, those with whom he went to bed were few. And even fewer those with whom he went a second time. But of those last he kept the pictures that he collected in another album and he wrote their addresses in a special pocket diary. He was satisfied - he was getting very useful experience and he had now up to three or four encounters each week, and this, considering that he was in town only from Monday morning to Friday evening, meant almost one every day. His partners were ranging from the eighteen years of age (he didn't want underage boys not to have problems with the law) to the twenty-eight. In the younger ones he found freshness and spontaneity, more naturalness. In the older ones more maturity and experience. He asked himself why he didn't meet anybody who was fresh and mature at the same time. He was anyway enjoying himself, even thought he was neglecting his studies a little. He had a frequent exchange of letters with Sergio, who was always with his Paolo. They didn't meet any more, because Sergio was spending all his holidays with his lover. From the letters it seemed that the two were getting on very well together, and Giampaolo was glad for them. ------------------ Damiano received his call-up papers and left the village for his army service. After the first three months at the Recruit Training Centre, he was sent to Bologna. It was the first time he left his little village and the big town fascinated him. In Bologna, one of the first times he was off duty, in the evening, he was approached by a young man, dressed in a refined and elegant way. "Do you have a light?" "Yes..." he said and handed him his lighter. The young man said, "You're not from here, are you?" "No, doing my military service." "Ah, good... Are you busy tonight? Are you waiting for somebody?" "No, I'm just killing time..." Damiano answered, sincerely. Then the youth said, "Why don't you came to my place, then? It is not very much further than the train station. We can amuse ourselves." Damiano looked at him and asked, "How much?" meaning to ask how much further. The other answered, "Twenty thousand, it's the tariff, isn't it?" Damiano caught the misunderstanding, he had heard about that. But he answered, "No, for me thirty thousand." "Ah! But you take it in your ass, don't you?" "Are you fool?" Damiano answered and left him in the lurch. Damiano, the previous week, had gone to a brothel with his army comrades, and he had fucked the first woman of his life, paying thirty thousand liras. He didn't enjoy it so much; Lino's little ass was much better. "I risked falling inside her cunt, she had it so wide!" He told his comrades when they went out from the brothel. That's why he had asked thirty thousand liras; at least he could recover the sum he had spent for a fuck that had not even satisfied him. But he would never let somebody fuck his ass - his bad experience with his father had been enough. A man who was ready to pay him thirty thousand to be fucked by Damiano approached him. And when they were alone Damiano got an agreeable surprise - the man, before taking his cock in the ass, sucked it skilfully. That was really pleasurable, good! Damiano intended to ask for that again, and also to teach Lino, the first time he saw him again. Damiano was a handsome boy, dark, virile, slender, so he started quite easily and often to find men ready to pay him to fuck them. And as he didn't go with whores, he gradually saved up a tidy sum, even though he granted himself some luxury every now and then. ++++++++++++++++ 1982 - March At the poste restante one day Giampaolo received an interesting letter. A certain Silver signed it and there was a picture - a handsome boy with a frank and likeable smile, bare chest... and with a nice torso. The letter said he didn't believe in love but he hoped for a true and lasting friendship, even though both remaining free. There was also a phone number and from it Giampaolo understood he was living in the village bordering his own, just about twenty kilometres from his home. He called. Silver told him that, as he had a car, he would go to meet him. They fixed the date in front of the Opera theatre for the day after, at 5 p.m. Giamapolo saw him arrive and they recognized each other. They got on well together at once. Silver was his real name - he showed Giampaolo his ID card. He was still living with his family, who knew he was gay and didn't raise problems, but he could not take his boys home. So Giampaolo asked him where they could go to be alone and safe. "In my car, at night time, in the country. My car has reclining seats, it's not too uncomfortable..." As he liked very much Silver and felt attracted to him, Giampaolo made his first exception and agreed to have sex with somebody not having a place. That very night and in spite of the cold, he liked Silver's lovemaking so much that he decided to meet him again. Then the University hostel rules were changed - during daytime hours, that is from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. whoever wanted to meet (officially to study together) one of the students, could go up to the rooms, just leaving an ID card at reception. So Silver started to go to see him (and to make love) in his room. Giampaolo showed him his 'gay albums'. Not to make him wait in the corridor, he made a duplicate of his room key and gave it to Silver. They were really fitting well together, even though they were not considering themselves to be a couple. In fact, at times both of them had adventures, which afterwards they described for each other in detail. ------------------ Damiano had his tour of affectionate customers with whom he was spending almost all his off-duty time. Also in the xxxxx barracks he had found a boy, from Caserta, a 'faggot' who liked to be fucked by him with great (reciprocal) pleasure. Thus now Damiano had sex, at times, even more than once a day. He was tireless. Especially his comrade aroused him very much. He was really a beautiful boy, not at all effeminate even though he liked to suck and to take it in the ass, and he was skilled in both things. He had discovered him one day, or rather one evening, because he caught him hustling where he was waiting for one of his customers. Thus on the following day he approached him in the showers and, as they were alone, he fucked him there, with great gusto and they had become friends. They went often together to eat a pizza, and in the barracks they always did favours for each other. They also started to go together to see some customers who wanted both top and bottom sex and who was ready to pay for both of them. For Damiano, the fact that besides the 'males' like him and the 'faggots' like his comrade, there were also people who liked both the roles, was a real revelation. He discovered the category that was called 'gay'. He also asked himself if he didn't really belong to this third category, but never decided himself to try. The military service came to an end. As he was back at his village, he at once went to search for Lino, but his brother-in-law (Salvatore meanwhile had married his sister) told him that Lino had moved away just the previous week, because he had found a good job up in the north. Diamiano regretted no longer having Lino with whom to make love... He started to work again in Marco's machine shop. ++++++++++++++++++ 1982 - May Silver and Giampaolo went on seeing each other three times a week. On Monday morning, when he accompanied him with his car to the capital and stopped at his room, on Wednesday afternoon and then on Friday evening when, after making love with him in his hostel room, Silver accompanied him back home with his car. Silver was two years older than Giampaolo and had just graduated in Economics and Business. He was working as an external consultant for an insurance firm and this, besides a reasonable salary, gave him a remarkable schedule and freedom of movement. Silver had said to Giampaolo he wanted to find a pied-à-terre there in the regional capital city. He was looking for it but had not yet found anything interesting. Giampaolo offered to help him to search in his free time. Besides Silver, Giampaolo also made love with a man of thirty-seven, a young surgeon who was making a good career. He had met him also through an ad on a gay magazine. He was very different from Silver, but he rather liked him. He was a man who travelled very much, and Giampaolo liked to listen to his accounts of his exotic and erotic adventures. As much as Silver was lively and passionate in bed, so much the surgeon was sweet and passionate - in a certain way the one was complementing what the other was giving him. But while he narrated in detail to Silver accounts of his erotic evenings at the surgeon's home, that man was not interested in hearing of his encounters with Silver, even though he knew he met him and made love with him. Giampaolo was satisfied. ------------------ One evening, while Damiano was closing the machine shop, Marco called him, and asked if he could stay longer and go at his home for a meeting. "Yes, sure. About what?" the youth asked. "You will know. Finish closing and then come." Damiano used to say few words and ask even fewer questions, thus he wasn't surprised. When he reached Marco's home, he came to let him in and lead him to the living room. Around the table already there were Marco's brother Petruzzo, their cousin and his uncle Saro, Saro's brother in law Annibale, and a man he never saw before and who was introduced to him as "the accountant". This man was in his fifties, refined and full of gold. He sat with them. Then Saro said, "Boys, listen - there is the possibility to bring something off." "Cars?" Petruzzo asked. "No, better." "What, clean out a bank?" Annibale asked. "Less dangerous." "And what, then? Do you want to tell us, finally?" Marco said. "I first want to know if you all are game." Saro said. "Without knowing?" Peruzzo asked. "Without knowing, sure! Have I ever swindled? In or out. Whoever's game, will know." Saro said. Everybody then said yes, but the accountant. "And him?" Marco then asked. "He's the one proposing it , therefore he's game. So then, it's about a... kidnapping." "Kidnapping?" Annibale asked, "A big thing!" "And how much will yield?" Petruzzo asked. For the first time the accountant spoke, "We will ask for two billions." "Holy prick!" Marco exclaimed widening his eyes. "But we could then lower to just one." The accountant added. "Well, always a lot." Annibale said, his eyes shining. The accountant went on, slightly annoyed for the interruptions, "Of which half to me and the other half to you five, that makes a hundred millions each. Sure." "And why a half to you?" Annibale asked. "Because I give you the name, the place, where to hide him, and because I will go to receive the money, the most dangerous thing." "And if it's you who take the money, who tells us you will give us our part?" Annibale asked. The accountant gave him a withering glance but at once Saro intervened. "I vouch for him; he's a man of honour. And just to start, if we accept, as soon as we have the hostage in our hands, he will advance us ten million each. The rest at the payment." They discussed. Everybody accepted. Then the accountant explained some organizing details to them. He said that everything would have to be ready between one and half and two and half months ahead. He had to go, unseen, to the cave where the hostage would be kept, equipping it in secret, and become perfectly acquainted with the place and its surroundings. He would tell them later where the kidnapping would take place, and they too had to become well acquainted with that place. And only a few days beforehand they would get to know who the person to kidnap was. They discussed for a while more and at the end the accountant left, telling them he would them have his news. When the man was gone, Marco asked who was he and how they could trust him. Saro's answer made a moment of timorous silence fall on them - 'Sacra Corona'. "Holy prick! They know their business..." Marco said, seriously nodding. The day after, a stranger guided them to see the cave. "I passed here a thousand times, and didn't know there is this cave!" Annibale said, amazed. They inspected it. The entrance of the cave was very well hidden, practically invisible. Inside there was an iron gate, perfectly oiled. Further beyond the gate there was a solid wooden door and, beyond the door, an area with a concrete floor and two iron beds. "There is everything ready!" Marco said. "No, here are needed two mattresses, some blankets, an hygienic bucket, the lamps, a table, two chairs... I've got the list here, anyway. You have to bring everything here, but without being seen by anybody. And you have first to get to know this area well, the roads and paths... I've here some maps, let's start to explore, come on." Damiano had accepted to participate - a hundred million was really a huge sum, for him. And he had only to be the screw. If he was not seen in the village, he would be noticed less than the others, who would relieve him from time to time. Damiano was glad he had not to be one of the kidnappers, but just the screw, the warden. Marco prepared the car with which they would kidnap the hostage, a stolen car of course, the engine souped up, and perfectly tuned. They also prepared a chain with two handcuffs fixed at the ends. And five black balaclavas in cotton, and other clothes to use only for that occasion and then to burn... and many other things. A kidnapping, Damiano became aware, was something very complex. It was evident that 'the accountant' was one of the trade and was properly directing their chief, that is, his uncle Saro. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4 ----------------------------- 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 ---------------------------