Date: Thu, 1 Jan 2009 09:12:55 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Lesson of Life 1/5 (young friends)

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LESSON OF LIFE
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008
written on January 12, 1993
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by "wet0blanket"

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"LESSON OF LIFE" 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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CHAPTER 1 - A living legend

Brigadier Guglielmo Gerbi is the commander of the carabinieri station in
Tratal"as village. This man is a living legend not only in our village,
but in all the Campidano region. The legend tells that, if in our area
there is no more brigandage, it is above all to his credit, because he
threw in jail several dullards and drop-outs. It is said that in a
shoot-out he bumped off three bandits from the Nuorese region who came
here thinking they could boss people around.

Gerbi is forty-six years old. He is around 180 centimetres tall and must
be around seventy kilograms in weight. He is tall and slender. But you
only have to look at him to be aware that under his impeccable blue
uniform, with the red bands down the sides of trousers, there is a
bundle of muscles worth all your respect. Hard muscles. He also has the
aspect of a tough guy, but he is a really handsome man and the girls of
our village, and even a few married women, when they think no one will
notice, eat him with their eyes. He has a square face and a kind of
never ending tan that makes his white teeth and his steely eyes shine.
It seems he was born in Lucca, but nowadays he is one of us, because he
came here as a called up carabiniere and then he never left our village.
Everybody knows him and he knows everybody.

He usually leaves his Vice-brigadier and the Lance-corporal at the
carabinieri station, and tours almost all the day long with the service
blue jeep. Nothing is unnoticed to his steel eyes. He is immediately
aware if one of us suddenly has too much money, or less than what he can
earn with his job so, enquiring without looking as he does, he always
comes to understand the reason. He is often called to act as a pacemaker
when a quarrel breaks out between neighbours and his word is, actually,
like law. People feel his authority and they place him, here in our
village, on a higher level than the mayor or the parish priest.

Each of us boys of the village, one can swear on that, has a real
reverential awe towards him. I am not the only one who grew up with his
father or mother telling him, "Either you behave like a man, or I'll
call Commander Gerbi, and he will take care to straighten your back!"

But the first time it that I had anything to do with Commander Gerbi was
not because of my mother or my father. He entered into my life
unexpectedly, even though I didn't break the law in any way.

My family lives in one of the last houses in the outskirts of Tratal"as,
down towards the lake. My best friend lives in a house almost on the
shore of the lake, about two kilometres from my house. Not far from his
place, the lake has a small cove almost entirely closed in amongst tall
rocks, reachable with great difficulty from the land, where the water is
pure and fresh and where bathing is a dreamlike pastime.

Thus, one beautiful summer's afternoon I set out on foot to reach there.
The road was deserted; nobody was passing there either by foot or with a
bicycle or a car. But at one point I heard the noise of an engine behind
me. I turned to look - it was the carabinieri jeep and at the steering
wheel I recognized Guglielmo Gerbi. The jeep stopped near me, standing
on the roadside, and the Commander told me to get in.

"I know you, boy, you are the son of Puddu the baker, aren't you?" he
said, "But What's your name?"

"Puddu Cosimo, brigadeer."

"Right, Cosimo. So, Cosimo, how old are you?"

"I turned eighteen last week." I answered.

I guessed he already knew everything, but it's well known that the
carabinieri always ask questions about everything, independently from
the fact they already know it or not, possibly just so you cannot
understand what they really know, or what they want to get to know from
you.

"Where are you going, Cosimo Puddu?"

"I'm going to call my friend Dario, so we can go together to bathe
there, at the lake, just under his house, at the Blackberries Cove..."

"Oh, I see..." he said. "You and your friend Dario often go to bathe in
that hidden cove, don't you? I bet you chose that cove right because so
you two can undress and be totally naked, is it not so?"

"Well... yes, it's so..." I admitted.

You can't tell lies to Commander Gerbi.

"Right. And do you content yourselves with just bathing, when you are
naked? Or you do also something else?"

"That is?" I asked, asking myself, somewhat worried, if by going there
in some way we chanced to infringe some law or other. There are so many
laws that it is practically impossible to know all of them and to be
sure you are not breaking one of them.

"Well, everybody knows how it is, of course." he said. "Two big boys,
totally naked, their dicks to the wind... and the right age to feel on
them certain yearnings. But with the village girls, who don't let you
have any familiarity with them... it is understandable that you got the
idea to amuse yourselves a little together, possibly beating your meat
together, am I wrong? At least there nobody can see you, nobody comes to
know about it... You and your friend Dario of course do it sometimes,
don't you? Possibly you do it to each other."

I felt my face flush, because Dario and I in fact did it, right there in
the Blackberries Cove, not every time we went there to bathe but all the
same quite often, mainly when after playing and wallowing for a while in
the lake, we dried laying at the sun, side by side...

The first time we did it, it was each of us to himself but at the same
time, almost without looking at each other. Dario started to beat his
meat, and I very quickly followed suit. The following time, we did it
sitting facing each other, our legs spread, each watching the other
while we were doing it. Then, two or three times after, we ended with
beating each other's meat, and we felt that doing it that way was a lot
more pleasurable than the previous times. So, by that time we always
beat each other off, either facing each other or lying down side by
side. Sometimes Dario suggested it, other times it was me who started
it...

"Yes," Guglielmo Gerbi said, "I see that you do it. You beat each
other's meat and you enjoy it together, and I bet you go there to the
Blackberries Cove more to amuse and relieve yourselves than to swim,
bathe or get a tan, isn't it so? And I bet also that you would like to
do something more amusing than that... but you don't know what and how
to do it, am I wrong?"

"What and how? What do you mean?" I asked hesitant, not able to
understand what he was talking about.

"I'll soon explain you, boy. I am going to give you a lesson of life."
he said.

The Commander engaged the gears and drove for some time, passing beyond
the side road leading to Dario's house. At the following crossroad he
turned on the road leading up to the woods and after about one kilometre
stopped and switched off the engine.

We were amidst tall wild bushes, far from any house and not visible from
the provincial road. As I didn't know what to expect, I was feeling a
little worried even though not really scared. I thought that he could
possibly now punish me for what I had practically admitted I did with
Dario... I well knew that such things are not to be done. Even Father
Mauro, the parish priest, told me in confession that those are things to
avoid, they are evil deeds, sinful, it is wrong to do them. But I, as
well Dario, liked doing it so much that we didn't stop.

"What I'm going to explain you, Cosimo Puddu," the Commander told me
seriously, "is something just between you and me. Nobody else has to
know about it... especially if you don't want to have bad
consequences... like becoming food for the fishes in the lake. Do you
understand?"

I nodded, serious and now also somewhat scared.

"Swear it!" the man ordered me, staring in my eyes.

"Y... yes, I swear." I muttered.

He then unbuttoned his jacket, unhooked his belt buckle with the
Carabinieri's badge, and opened the fly. He raised his arse from the
seat and lowered his trousers together with his briefs, pushing them to
his knees. When he lowered again his arse, his big balls in their soft
skin bag leaned on the seat between his spread thighs. On top of them,
emerging from a thick bush of hazelnut hair, was lying the longest tool
I ever saw. That beautiful meat cylinder made me think of a snake
raising his head out of the grass - still soft it was about twenty
centimetres long.

"Don't you like this beautiful cock? Don't you desire touching it,
taking it in your hands?" Guglielmo Gerbi asked, a light smile on his
beautiful lips, but piercing me from part to part with the steel of his
eyes. "You are feeling the desire to play with it for a while, and to
nicely beat it, isn't it so, Cosimo Puddu?"

I wasn't able to answer and swallowed air. I was staring totally
fascinated at the incredible tool that started to lengthen under my
eyes, slithering along the seat exactly like a snake, and also starting
to raise its head. Christ, I never thought of Commander Guglielmo Gerbi
as a man, I mean, as a male having a dick between his legs... and even
if I thought of it before, I would never have dreamt I could one day see
it, and from so close!

"Noooo," he went on, craftily, "that's not exactly what you would like
to do, I well know it. You would not content yourself with just beating
the carabinieri commander's dick, would you? No, because I can bet you
are a gourmet. What you would really like to do, even if you possibly
don't still know, is to bend on it, kiss it, nicely lick all of it until
he gets hard like a rock, and then possibly even take it all in your
mouth and suck it. Well, Cosimo, this is what you will do right now. You
bend here, lick it nicely, then you take all this beautiful cock into
your mouth."

I was feeling paralysed, unable to move, unable to take my eyes away
from the beautiful cock of Commander Guglielmo Gerbi, the chief of our
village carabinieri.

Guglielmo moved slowly but self-assuredly, his hand with the long
fingers leaned on the nape of my neck and seized it like a steel vice.
He pulled my head toward himself and made it lower toward his groin, so
gloriously exposed, until my lips rubbed against his long dick, now half
erect.

"Kiss it, Puddu," Guglielmo ordered, "kiss that beautiful cock!"

I again swallowed air, but started to kiss it. One could not but do what
the Commander ordered you to do! His dick, under my lips' touch, was
increasing its length and size even faster than before.

"Now lick it, boy, lick it all, go on!" he again ordered, in a low
voice.

I started to lick it, and it was becoming longer, centimetre after
centimetre, until it became at least as long as the span of my hand,
that is more than twenty-five centimetres. It became hard, and so big
that if I circled it with my index finger and thumb , I doubt I could
close them around.

The tip of his tool came almost entirely out of the protective foreskin,
it was smooth and of an intense red-purple colour. With his other hand
Gulglielmo pulled down the skin and I saw the tiny slit at its tip open
under my eyes, violet and glossy, and a pearly small drop appeared in
it.

"Well then, Cosimo Puddu," the man said in a persuasive but self-assured
tone, "you will now take all this good and big cock in your mouth and
suck it in a nice way, won't you?"

As I said, when the Commander asks you to do something, you just do it
at once and in the best way you can. I stretched out a hand slipping it
between his balls and cock and took his firm and warm meat pole. Then I
made its tip slip between my lips and started to suck at it. Yes, I told
myself, the Commander was just right - I had just started doing as he
asked me, I had only a few centimetres of his beautiful cock in my mouth
and was already enjoying it. It was something strange, it was a feeling
I never felt before, but very agreeable. I slipped my other hand between
his muscled thighs and grabbed his balls, starting to gently knead them;
yes, this also was really agreeable.

From that moment on, everything seemed to happen almost as by a law of
nature. I let my lips slip around his long, big meat peg until its tip
reached my throat and made me almost stop breathing. I then withdrew a
little until I felt it was comfortably set into my mouth and started to
suck it again, while moving my tongue against it. Meanwhile my hand was
moving up and down in a rhythm, on the part of the long pole that my
mouth could not keep inside. I was sucking the top half of the big
handle of Guglielmo Gerbi while beating the lower half of it.

"Oh, yes, so" Guglielmo moaned, his voice low and hoarse for the
pleasure he was starting to feel, "suck this good cock, Cosimo, suck it!
Load this machine-gun, so I can shoot a good volley!"

I sucked and pumped his hot hosepipe for a while, then took away my
mouth and made my hand slip a little upwards. While I was slowly beating
it all along his twenty-five or more centimetres, I pushed my head
further down between his strong thighs. I breathed his sweet male, musky
smell, an exciting mix of sweat and sex, and started to lick his big,
olive shaped balls, playing on them with all my tongue.

Guglielmo moaned again, "Oh, yeeeesss, lick my balls! Eat them, my
little cock-sucker hungry for sex! Go on, busy yourself, while they are
filling with tasty hot cream, all for you!"

I started to lavish each of those two meaty balls a set of licks and
tongue strokes, wetting with my saliva all the full sack of soft skin,
then let it fall again between his thighs. I made my lips slip again up
to the tense and glossy tip of his formidable cock. It was now also all
wet with pre-cum, shining like pearl, coming from the little slit. I
licked all that creamy announcement of his orgasm, and I liked the
taste, even though totally new and strange to me.

I then engulfed again a good part of that meaty pole inside my mouth,
and started to suck it and to beat it with a growing dedication and
pleasure.

"Yes, so" the man moaned again, more and more turned on, "you're really
doing a nice job. You are a natural cock-sucker, just as I knew you must
be. Suck, suck that regulation cock, Cosimo. Make it shoot! This
Commander is just longing to shoot his volleys down in your young, hot
and deep throat. Don't pull away, Cosimo Puddu, drink all my liqueur as
he comes out!"

Guglielmo was wasting his breath, fucking hell! The only possibility
that I could have stopped sucking that long, firm mounting tool would
have been if he ordered me to stop, and I would have obeyed him
unwillingly, anyway. That big, juicy meat morsel was the most delicious
thing I ever had in my mouth!

I went on to greedily suck all the part I could take into my mouth and
to beat the rest. With the other hand I was going on playing with his
big balls. My cock, hard like rock and still prisoner in my briefs and
trousers, was starting to let out the first drops of pre-orgasm, soaking
the cloth and dripping down on my thighs.

After a while the long and beautiful hands of Guglielmo leaned on my
head. Kept it firmly and still, and he started to fuck my mouth giving
strokes moving his pelvis from down up, while I was busying myself to
suck his pole and to fondle his big balls.

"Oh yes," he grunted again, "suck this fucking horny cock! Make it feel
good, make it cum, go on!"

No sooner had he said this than it happened. He suddenly pushed up his
arse from the seat pushing his big and vigorous rod deeper inside my
mouth, into my throat.

He cried out, "Here it is! It's about to shoot! Here it iiizzzz!"

I felt that hard tool throb, then copious jets of thick liqueur started
to come out in a volley, as if it was really a machine-gun shooting all
its ammunition. Each volley crashed on the back of my mouth, against the
uvula, and I noisily and greedily swallowed each jet. Then, when all his
ammunition was finished, his cock started to soften inside my mouth, I
squeezed carefully his long meat hose, with my lips and tongue, to get
the last drops, until it was totally soft and tender.

Then Guglielmo pushed my head away from my groin and raised a little his
arse. He pulled up his trousers with the briefs and tidied them. His
dick, now totally soft, and the sac of his big balls disappeared inside
his clothes. He buttoned his jacket. He was now the carabinieri
commander again, the man with a hard face and glance, in his impeccable
uniform with the red bands.

"Wasn't this what you wanted, even without knowing about it?" he asked
me in a dry tone.

"Yes"

"Right. I guessed it." he said simply.

He started again the jeep engine, found a place where he could make a
U-turn and took me back to the crossroads to Dario's house. He leaned a
hand on my thigh and vigorously squeezed it.

"Don't dare to say even just one word about what we did, not even to
your little friend, understood?" he said piercing me with his steel
eyes, but with less of a tone of menace in his voice.

"I swear it, mister Commander." I readily answered.

"Good. Next time, quite probably, I will give you also another good
gift. I will slip all of it also inside your beautiful, young and firm,
little arse," he said briefly feeling it. "You can go, for the moment."

The commander pulled away his foot from the clutch and the carabinieri
jeep pulled away. I followed it with my eyes until it disappeared from
my sight, beyond the first bend. I went then at a fast pace towards my
friend Dario's house. While I was walking I was asking myself how could
Commander Guglielmo Gerbi know, and even be so sure, that I would have
liked so much doing what he asked me to do?

Well, I said to myself, however he knew, what he ordered me to do had
been really great. The Commander really did know everything! And,
besides being a beautiful man, he also has a beautiful cock between his
muscled thighs! And his cream, who would have thought of that? - it
tastes not bad at all, instead it's even rather sweet!


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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2

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