Date: Wed, 04 Apr 2007 09:09:14 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Chronicles of a Destiny 7/9 (Young Fiends)

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CHRONICLES OF A DESTINY
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2007
written on November 1, 1993
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by John

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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.

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SEVENTH PART

They decided to wait for the following Friday to pass and then try their
flight. So they would have the whole week in front.

Thursday evening Damiano handcuffed Giapaolo and wore again his
balaclava. "For the last time, my love..." he sweetly whispered him.

"Sure, my little Mouse."

"Be sure to play well your part."

"You too, Mouse."

"A little more than 24 hours..."

When on Friday evening Damiano went back to the cave, his heart was
drumming in his chest. He found everything to be "normal", and he
changed shift  with the other man as every Friday.

"It's 9 o'clock... We have better to leave tomorrow morning at 5 as we
had planned, hadn't we?"

"Yes, sure. So we have all the time to make love and to prepare
ourselves."

"Yes. I wouldn't anyway be able to sleep, tonight. May god help us,
Giampaolo. Admittedly that god cares about us..."

"Yes, everything will work smoothly, don't worry. Nobody suspects
anything, right?"

"No. This morning An... one of the others went to buy the new gas
cylinders..."

Both were tense and nervous. Only when they finally started to make love
they relaxed a little. They made love for a long time, with calm, also
because they were aware that after the flight, for a long time, they
could not meet.

A little before the scheduled time they carefully dressed. Giampaolo
wrote on a piece of paper several telephone number and addresses - that
of his parents' house, of the university hostel, that of Silver's house,
of his del pied-à-terre and of his work place, and gave it to Damiano,
just for all eventualities. Then, as they had planned, they knocked over
and smashed almost everything as if there had been a really violent
brawl. Damiano was somewhat sorry he had to smash also his transistor
radio, his first radio, but did it thinking that anyway he could buy
another one. They put in a plastic bag a few things and leaved the cave.

Instead of going down valley, they climbed up through the frozen forest.
The first light of dawn was appearing. After one hour marching, they
reached the municipal road passing along the ridge. They followed it
until they reached the provincial road. They walked one more hour when
finally they saw a car coming. They saw its headlights from far.

Giampaolo soon lied down on the road, leaving the sack before him to be
sure that the driver saw it and braked in time the car. Damiano, his
balaclava on his head and the pistol in his hand, hid in the nearby dry
ditch.

The car came and stopped. A man got out and, standing near the door,
looked at Giampaolo lying in an unseemly way on the asphalt. He looked
around, then, cautiously, did two steps towards his body. Then Damiano
jumped out and intimated him the "hands up!" The man became still,
scared, and raised his hands. Damiano approached him at his back, made
him sit on the ground on the road's edge, blindfolded and gagged him and
started to tie him. Meanwhile Giampaolo, in silence, stood up, recovered
his sac and went to the car with the door open.

When Damiano was sure he had tied him well, got into the car where
Giampolo was already sitting, and while his friend started the engine
and set off at full speed, took off his balaclava.

"Up to now we have been really lucky. Just think if they were in four,
instead than just one..." Damiano said, smiling to him.

When he was far enough, Giampaolo slowed down and, driving at normal
speed, went towards the capital. He passed through two villages, crossed
a few cars. They stopped at the city borders, near the first bus stop
they saw, abandoning the stolen car; in fact quite probably, their
victim had been found by another driver and could have already reported
to the police.

The bus came about ten minutes later, that seemed an eternity to the two
fugitive. They got off a few stops later, without having bought the
ticket, as soon as they saw a telephone box. They both went in it.
Giampaolo called Silver. He got not answer at his place in town. He then
called at his parents' house. After a while a woman's voice answered

"May I speak with Silver, please?"

"Who should I say..."

"Doctor Salimbene..." Giampaolo said inventing a name.

"Is it about his work?"

"Yes..."

"Hold on, please..."

After a while Giampaolo recognized the drowsy voice of Silver, "Hello,
who's speaking?"

"Don't say any name and listen to me carefully..."

"But... who..."

"I'm Giampolo, Silver! I'm free but I urgently... more than urgently
need your help. Can you came immediately?"

His friend's voice, now more awake, said, "Sure. Where?"

Giampaolo looked out of the phone-box glasses and read the name of the
streets and gave him the address.

"How are you?" Silver asked.

"Fine. But hurry up. How long will it take?"

"Half an hour, a little more... I'll fly. There isn't a bar nearby?"

"I could be recognized. I'll walk and come back here. Hurry up."

"Sure, sure."

Out of the phone-box, Giampaolo said to Damiano, "If I'm recognized now,
it could be a big mess. Do you still have your balaclava?"

"Yes, here in the bag. But...  you wouldn't wear it, would you?"

"Yes, but rolled up like a cap, so I would be a little less
recognizable..."

They walked. They went back to the phone box twice. The third time
Silver's car was already there.

"Giampaolo! God, how good is to see you! Are you alright?"

"Yes, let us get in."

"Who's he?"

"I'll explain you later. Can you take us at your room, here in town?"

"Yes, sure..."

When they were in the car, Giampaolo started to tell everything to
Silver and ended when they were in his friend's room.

"Listen, do you feel like hiding Damiano here at your place, then to
take me to a telephone box so that I can call the 113 and tell them I
could free myself? Can you do me this kindness?"

"Yes, no problem. Ah, when you were kidnapped, as soon as I could I went
to your room in the dorm and brought all your albums here so that your
family or the police couldn't find them..."

"Thank you. Keep them some more. Well, Damino, stay here and never go
out, until I or Silver will say you can."

"Alright. Will you call?"

"Of course, if and when I can."

Silver said to Damiano, "There is little in the fridge, but I'll buy
something. I'll take away Giampaolo then I'll come back, so we can
organize ourselves. Let's go, Giampaolo."

++++++++++++++++++

1983 - April

The Police asked him plenty of questions and he told them the version he
had made up with Damiano, without naming him. He had to undergo a
medical and psychiatric check up and he finally could go back home.

All the media talked about his "flight".

Giampaolo had decided to tell all of the truth only to his father, just
omitting the part about his love and relationship with Damiano, and when
his father said he was ready to help him to hide the boy who "had
repented and helped him to get free" and who now was risking the revenge
of the gang, he revealed who he was and were he was hidden. They
decided, before doing something for Damiano, to wait until all the
outcry was over.

Giampaolo asked his father to rent a studio in the regional capital,
when he could resume attending the university, that he could use instead
of the room  in the university hostel to study, and where Damiano could
hide. His father agreed, and also accepted Giampaolo suggestion to grant
a little monthly income to Damiano, to compensate him for the danger he
was running.

"After all that boy made you save two billions, and he renounced his
share to help me..." his son had made him notice.

Thank to Giampaolo's information, the police found the cave. And from
there, just within three weeks of investigation, they were able to
arrest all the gang, excluded "the accountant". The four men, of course,
protested their innocence.

Giampaolo had to go to the police headquarters for the identification of
the gang. The youth, all long his captivity, had carefully observed the
four men's hands, lips, teeth, eyes, their way to move, their voice,
their way to speak, so he was able to recognize all of them in a set of
line-ups.

And at last the police made them confess. None of them talked about
Damiano, and neither about "the accountant", and neither Giampaolo could
even talk about the accountant because he could not talk about him
without saying how he had heard about that man. The trial date was
fixed.

At home, Giampaolo was cuddled and spoiled by everybody. Relatives came
to see him, friends and acquaintances and he had to tell everybody,
endless times, his adventure, including his "flight after the fight"
with one of his four kidnappers. Only his father knew the real course of
events - out of prudence, not even his mother, brother and sister had
been informed. So Giampaolo had decided, and his father agreed with him.

Giampaolo got also a call, and later a letter, from Sergio, who had
followed all his vicissitudes in the newspapers and on TV. He also got
letters from unknown people who were congratulating with him for having
escaped that nightmare.

Giampaolo was longing to resume his studies, his normal life, also
because this would mean he could at last see his Damiano again, and even
to be able to live with him. All long that month Giampaolo managed to
call him just four times.

Damiano stayed at Silver's place, most of the time alone, to look at the
TV, to read comic-strip stories, magazines and some books that Silver
brought him. At times Silver stopped to chat and to eat with Damiano and
they got along very well, liking each other.

Damiano was missing Giampaolo. But as he said to Silver, "My seclusion
is a luxury... not like that of the poor Giampaolo."

"Anyway, he had been lucky to meet you." Silver said, then asked him,
"But which of you two took the first step?"

"Oh, well... I did the first step, but he said no. Then he did the
second step... and I, on the contrary, said yes."

"But, from enemies, to become friends... or rather, lovers, should not
have been an easy thing, I presume."

"It took us more or less eight months. No, it has not been easy. But
when you spend day and night together... you come to hate each other or
you learn to appreciate each other..."

"You had also been lucky that both of you are gay. Otherwise, he could
still be inside that cave..."

"Yes, and without a finger..." Damiano said, quaking.

At times they were looking at the TV together, or at a movie that Silver
had hired. Silver liked Damiano very much, also physically, and was
feeling more and more attracted towards the boy.

So, he gradually started to court him. He loaded him with attention,
smiles, kindnesses. And Damiano, who under that profile was still rather
naïve, was waiting with growing pleasure the moments he had no more to
be alone, the moments of company that Silver offered him two or three
times a week. Silver was, after Giampaolo, the only person with whom he
opened, chatted, and he found this really agreeable. He let himself be
fascinated by his host.

When finally Silver, one evening while they were looking at a TV movie,
sitting side by side on the sofa, rested his hand on his thigh and
Damiano on instinct put an arm around his shoulders. Then Silver became
more daring and went up with his hand to caress and finger Damiano
between his legs, causing him soon a strong erection.

They embraced, touched, kissed each other, at that point forgetful of
the movie that was going on unwinding on the small screen. After a while
they started to unbutton each other clothes, so freeing the bodies they
offered to their companion's caresses. Silver was somewhat more forward,
but Damiano danced to his tune. At that point Damiano had been weaned by
Giampaolo, therefore he naturally accepted and returned  Silver's
attentions. Their clothes fell, one by one, until the two young, naked
bodies, aroused and quivering, adhered to each other, were lying on the
comfortable sofa.

Damiano instinctively searched for Silver's hole, who thus readily and
willingly offered himself to his guest's desire. He received it all
inside, from the back, lying both on one side, Damiano was keeping him
tight against himself, tossing back and forth inside him, with impetuous
passion. Silver was contenting him with his movements, enjoying the
bursting virility with which his guest was taking him. As Damiano was
quickly masturbating him, they came almost together, with loud pleasure
moans, in an intense orgasm. When they had cooled down, after some more
caresses, they dressed again.

"It has been good..." Silver said, looking at him with a satisfied
smile.

"Yes... but... I'm with Giampaolo."

"Is he better than me?" Silver gently asked.

"No... He is... Giampaolo!" Damiano answered with simplicity.

"Are you sorry you did it with me?"

"No, it has been good, really. But I like it better with him... without
offence."

"No, sure. It's alright."

"And... it would possibly be better we don't do it again."

"Why?"

"Because I don't know if he then will feel unhappy." Damiano explained.

+++++++++++++++++++

1983 - May

Finally Giampaolo could go with his father to look for a small flat in
the regional capital. The man, of course, looked for one with two
bedrooms, a living room, a wide kitchen and a bathroom. They found one
in the centre town, in a building just renovated. They also went to
choose the furniture, functional, simple and not too expensive, and
finally the small apartment was furnished and fully equipped, from a TV
set to the freezer, from the microwave to the stereo. And the telephone
company assured them that in a couple of weeks they would connect the
apartment.

Giampaolo's mother provided all the needed for everyday life, pots,
crockery, bed and bath linen, food in the fridge and in the sideboard,
and all sorts of useful things.

Giampaolo went to the university where they accepted his late
matriculation and he had also had contacts with his teachers, all more
than helpful and favourably disposed to help him to recover the lost
months.

And finally Giampaolo could settle down in his new apartment, where he
at once he had Damiano move, and on that occasion he introduced him to
his father.

"I have to thank you, boy, for having helped my son to come out of that
predicament. I feel really grateful to you..." the man said.

"Well... I just tried to put it right... and not even so fast..."

"Giampaolo explained it all to me. You did a great deal, also putting
your life at risk to free him, therefore it is no more of importance
what you did before. And I also know that so doing you lose your part.
Therefore I decided I will grant you a monthly income, at least until
you will be able to find a good job, that is until you will be safe
regarding your old accomplices."

"Thank you a lot..."

Giampaolo was assisting at the dialog, amused - his father playing the
benefactor, and his lover feeling intimidated by the man.

And finally the two youths were alone.

The first thing that Damiano said, was, "But... do we have to sleep
separated?"

"No way. The two bedrooms are only because, of course, my Dad doesn't
know about us. But you will sleep with me, it's natural."

"Ah, happily... Even though we will be a little packed..."

"But in my room I have a High Rise Trundle Combo bed."

"What? What's that?"

Giampaolo showed him the second bed coming out from his own, then rising
up at its side, at the same level.

Damiano widened his eyes, "Wow! So it becomes a double bed!"

"As a couple we need a double bed, don't we? Why don't we try it?  I've
been waiting for this moment so much..."

"But first... I have to tell you something..." Damiano said, looking
into his eyes.

"What, love?"

"I... you see... I had sex with Silver, once. But just once."

"And... then?"

"If you are not angry with me..."

"I'm not."

"... I would prefer staying with you."

"Why?"

"Because you... I love you. Not him."

Giampaolo, as an answer, merrily embraced him.

"You forgive me?"

"Sure, my little Mouse." Giampaolo said and Damiano smiled, happy.

They kissed, searched, undressed each other and went on the two siding
beds. And they were soon lost one in the other's arms, inebriate with
love and desire.

"It's so good, being here with you, and feeling desired, loved. It seems
like a dream, Giampaolo!"

"And instead it's all true. And we can finally be always together,
tranquil."

"D'you know that you're really right, it's great making love so."

"So, how?"

"Doing everything, really everything."

And they did everything indeed, with transport, with passion.

Later, while Giampaolo was fixing their supper, Damiano said, "What a
beautiful apartment! I would never have dreamed I could one day live in
such a beautiful home!"

"And it's ours."

"But, possibly, if one day your father discovers we are lovers, he
throws me out, on the street..."

"No, he could not. He bought the house, but registered it in my name.
And then, to put you on the street, he would have first to square up
things with me. I will never let you go away... if it's not you who
wants to go."

"I wanting to go? Going away from you? But I fell in love for ever, not
just for the sake of talking!"

"Happily, Mouse."

So their common life started. Giampaolo resumed his architecture
studies. He bought some books for Damiano, so that he could refresh the
middle school subjects. He had in fact planned to enrol again at school
in September. Damiano, as Giamapolo was studying architecture, decided
to get the licence as architectural draftsman, so they could then work
together.

++++++++++++++++++

1983 - June

They were fitting very well together. As they had the same build, and it
was wiser for Damiano not to be seen around, Giampaolo gradually bought
him a wardrobe and Damiano was settling his new belongings in "his" room
(Giampaolo's was "our" room).

When Giampaolo was at home, they studied side by side. When he was at
the university, Damiano profited by doing the housework, which he
gradually learned to properly do. He was keeping the flat shining as a
mirror and also prepared their meals that, after some initial failures,
he was learning to cook better and better.

Giampaolo was worried that Damiano could feel belittled having to do
those "woman's" activities, so he talked with him.

But the youth answered, with an easygoing tone, "As neither you nor I
want any women in this house, we are condemned to do all the work, isn't
that so?"

Damiano was happy for the easiness with which he was recalling all what
he had studied about six years before. He needed less and less to ask
for explanations to his lover. He had also started to read Giampaolo's
books of fine art history, and when he didn't understand a word, was
going to check for it in the dictionary or in the encyclopaedia.
Giampaolo was full of admiration for the willpower and the easiness in
learning of his delightful lover.

But what enchanted him more than anything else, was how the tenderness
with which Damiano made kove with him was perfectly harmonized with his
virile enthusiasm. It was a kind of long honeymoon where they both
learned to know each other better, to adapt to each other, to fully
appreciate each other.

Damiano had given his ten million and all his savings, and the monthly
allowance he received from his lover's father, to Giampaolo who
deposited them in a bank account he opened at his own name, waiting
until they could open one in Damiano's name, when all danger had ceased.

Silver, every now and then, was going to visit them - he was the only
friend who could call on them.

++++++++++++++++

1983 - June

In that month the trial of the gang that had kidnapped Giampaolo
started, so he had to go to give evidence against the four men. He said
that they didn't treat him badly, that he didn't miss anything
essential, hoping so to soften them and not to bring them to say that in
the gang there was also Damiano. And luckily none of them hinted about a
fifth accomplice. Also Silver had to go to give evidence, as he had been
present at the moment of the kidnapping, and he too spoke, without
having to lie, always and only of four accomplices.

But it clearly resulted that none of the four men had kept the telephone
and epistolary contacts with Giampolo's father, and at the end Saro
hinted at "the accountant" as the representative of the instigators.
Under a pressing interrogation, he described him, even though
maintaining, and he was possibly sincere, he didn't know who that man
was, neither from where he came, nor by whom he had known he could
contact him.

Then Giampaolo had to give his version about how he managed to free
himself - he said he had surprised one of the four when the man had
dozed off and after a desperate struggled had managed to stun him, to
take him the keys, free himself and escape. No, he didn't think to raise
his balaclava, therefore he had no idea who of the four could be... He
had then walked until he found the telephone box from which he had
called the 113. No, he didn't hitchhike because he feared it could be
one of the bandits looking for him, and rather, when he heard a car
coming, he hid... He didn't have a watch, but he presumed that his
flight could have happened in the night between the Friday and the
Saturday, possibly around midnight. He had walked for hours and hours,
before finding the road, then to reach a telephone without being seen,
hiding each time he saw a car coming.

The Public Prosecutor then suggested a connection between the fake
unconscious body and the stealing of the car on the Saturday morning,
happened around 6:30, with an attempt of the bandit to trace back
Giampaolo. The driver of the stolen car said he was not able to
recognize his attacker. But when they showed him the balaclavas and the
clothes found in the house of the four members of the gang, he surely
recognized the balaclava.

When they showed him the submachine guns, that had already been
recognized by Giampaolo and Silver, he said that he was rather sure that
his attacker had one like them. Giampaolo drew a sigh of relief inside
himself - he had feared the man could talk about the pistol. But from
the driver's declaration resulted that two men were implied in the
stealing of his car, the one lying on the road and the one with the
balaclava who had tied him... and it was clear that Giampaolo's warden
was just one, besides the moments they were giving the change to each
other...

The driver was asked to describe the man pretending to be unconscious on
the road, but the witness said that there was not yet enough light, and
he couldn't get near enough to him, therefore he was not able to
describe him. Giampaolo drew another silent relief sigh.

All four the defendants swore that none of them had had the fight with
Giampaolo, and that none of them stole the witness's car... but after
all, these were minor charges and the subject was let fall, also because
anyway the car had been found intact.

When, together with Silver, he went back home, Giampaolo was till very
tense, but recounting all to Damiano, he gradually relaxed.

Then he commented, "You see, Damiano, we had been lucky. You and I don't
have good criminal minds - planning my escape we didn't consider several
details that could spoil everything. Let's hope that no more wrong
details come out, and that they do not make a too deep inquiry about the
fact we were two to steal that car and not only one..."

"Anyway, if nobody mentioned my name, I don't need to stay in hiding any
more, don't you think?" Damiano said.

"Well, the trial is not yet over. I think it would be better if you wait
some more. And also to be sure that the gang don't take revenge on you
for having wrecked their plans..." Silver said.

"Anyway, we survived much a longer time there in the cave and in worse
conditions, didn't we, love?" Giampaolo said, then added in a cunning
tone, "Unless you got tired having to stay all the day long with me..."

Damiano looked at him in surprise, but when he understood his lover was
joking, he went near him, embraced and kissed him with a long, intimate,
hot kiss, caressing him. Silver was looking at them with a smile.
Damiano looked at him in his turn, then looked again at Giampaolo.

"It's so good being able to embrace, even in front of another person,
and not always hiding." Damiano said.

"Well, yes, but only because he is our friend and he is gay like us.
Just think what would happen if we kissed on the street..." Giampaolo
said, laughing.

"They would think we are both faggots," Damiano answered laughing he
too, "and instead, we are just two lovers!"

"Well, boys, I presume that at this point you two would like better
being left alone. See you!" Silver said and with a farewell gesture he
went away.

Once alone, Damiano embraced his friend, "What do you think, do you feel
like going there on our beds to make love?"

"I think it's a splendid idea. If Silver didn't go, I'm afraid I would
risk to start there, in front of him!"

"What a shameless boy!" Damiano said, jokingly.

"But it's not my fault... It's just that you arouse me too much, so I'm
unable to resist you."

"I really arouse you too much?" Damiano asked, pleased, "What is it
about me that so arouses you?"

"Everything, my love. How you look at me, how you touch me, your
beautiful body, also when it's not naked, and this beautiful, hard
pole..."

"Do you know, Giampaolo, that when you were changing your clothes, and
were all naked after washing yourself, near your bed, I was feeling a
strong desire to jump on you, bend you on the bed and shove all of it
inside you?"

"And why did you never do it?"

"I couldn't. I would have felt like if I did as my father was doing with
me... I really couldn't."

"Oh, love! You really cannot forget that horrible period?"

"Well, I'm feeling it is more and more remote. And I really think that
it is because now it's you to take me, but with so much love, maybe I
can get to forget it. You know that you're the only one who can take
me?"

"Not even that time you did it with Silver?"

"Of course not! From him I would have felt upset. From you, on the
contrary... I desire it, I love it, I want it. And do you know why?"

"No..."

"Because the others would do it just for the sake of having a good fuck,
you instead do it because you are in love with me. It is not what one
does, that counts, and possibly neither how he does it, but why he does
it."

Giampaolo could feel how much Damiano was thirsty for his love, and was
happy he could be  able to assuage his thirst.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 8

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