Date: Fri, 9 Jan 2009 12:01:54 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Lesson of Life 3/5 (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 3 - A second lesson

I went out of the post office where I had gone to pay some bills and was
about to go towards my father's bakery, when I heard somebody calling
me. I turned and saw Commander Guglielmo Gerbi who, sitting at an
outside table of the coffee shop with an open newspaper in his hands,
was looking at me seriously.

I drew near him, "Did you call me, Commander?" I asked.

"Yes. What will you be doing this afternoon at three o'clock, Cosimo
Puddu?"

"Nothing special."

"So, then... you will have some free time for me."

"For you always, Commander."

"Good boy! Then wait for me on the road passing in front of the
cemetery, at three o'clock, punctual."

"At you orders, brigadier Gerbi!"

I immediately knew why he made a date with me at such a secluded spot,
and it didn't displease me at all. I was curious to see what he would do
this time, as he certainly knew many more things than Dario and me, and
I was hoping I could learn something special from him. For sure that man
must have had a lot of experience.

When Dario asked me who taught me to do it in that way, I never even
hinted that it had been brigadier Guglielmo Gerbi, even though Dario
insisted on asking me several times. But the brigadier had ordered me to
say not a word to any living soul, and I had sworn to him, so I kept the
secret. One cannot break one's word with the Commander!

Fifteen minutes before three I was already along the dirty road walking
towards the cemetery, eager to hear the Commander's jeep come. I was
asking myself where he would take me this time, as the road to the woods
was on the other end of our village. I was looking often at the watch
that my father gave me for my eighteenth birthday, and the time seemed
to stand still.

But finally, when it was two minutes to three, I heard the roar of the
engine. I stopped by the roadside and saw him coming. He pulled up right
next to me.

"Get in, Cosimo Puddu." he said.

I jumped in and sat near him. "Where are we going?" I asked him.

"To a quiet place." he answered laconically.

While he was driving going down the valley, I looked at him out of the
corner of my eye. His uniform was impeccable as usual. He had a serious
expression, I should say indecipherable. But all summed up he was a
really handsome man. I recalled the formidable weapon he hid in his
trousers and got at once a hard-on, knowing that I would soon enjoy it
again.

When we got at the ruin of the ancient Spanish tower, he turned left
going up again towards the mountains. I asked myself what there could be
in that area, but was not able to imagine a suitable place, in fact
there were few trees on that mountain side and also few rocks... There
were also a few secluded houses in that part, most of them belonging to
foreign tourists who used them usually in summer time, and which were
therefore closed up at this time.

The brigadier took another dirty road, then he stopped in front of a
small one storey house, with two cork-oaks on a side and a roofed water
well at the other side of the house.

"Here we are. Get out." the Commander said turning off the engine and
putting the car key in his trousers pocket.

He walked behind the house and I followed him. He took from his jacket
pocket a ring with two keys and opened a small door that was on the back
of the white low building.

"Who lives here?" I asked, curious.

"This is the vacation house of my sister, who lives in Lucca with her
family."

"So now there is nobody, is there?"

"Nobody, of course. Come in, boy."

We were in a half dark small kitchen. He opened a door leading to a
short corridor. We could barely see around. From the corridor he went in
a room. I followed him - there was a king size bed, a chest of drawers,
two night tables, two chairs and a big wooden closet - all furniture of
old times. The Commander pulled aside a heavy curtain, opened the
window's shutters then closed a white nylon curtain. Now the room was
fairly well lit.

"While I go back to lock the external door, you can undress and lay down
on the bed." he ordered me.

I was already aroused. I undressed and folded my clothes putting them on
one of the two chairs. I asked myself if I had to keep on my briefs or
not, but then thought it would be better I undressed totally. I heard
the noise of the key locking the door with three turns, then the
Commander's steps coming back to the bedroom. I had just the time to
pull out the bed cover and lay on the bed, and he came in.

He came near the bed and looked at me from head to toe. It could seem
strange, but being observed so, I totally naked and with my cock nicely
straight up, and he still all dressed in his uniform, made me feel a
sense of shame. He then started to slowly undress, putting his clothes
in good order on the other chair. He was soon totally naked and I
couldn't but admire his body - he really was a great piece of a man! He
too already had his cock well hard and straight up.

He searched in his trousers pockets and took out a small carton and a
tube resembling tooth-paste that he put onto a night table near the bed.
He then looked again at me, from head to toe.

"You are well built, Cosimo Puddu."

"Thank you." I said.

"You didn't tell to anybody, did you?"

"Of course I didn't, Commander."

"Today I'm finally going to slip it all in your nice little, young and
firm arse, after you suck it for some while. Are you game, Cosimo?"

"Sure thing, Commander. All as you want."

"You are a good boy. You'll see that you'll enjoy being mounted by me."

"Will it hurt? Yours is so big..." I said, thinking that luckily I had
already taken it four times from my friend Dario, therefore I was
already a somewhat used to taking it there.

"Possibly a little bit, mainly at the beginning. But you are already a
young man, you are no longer a child, therefore, even if at first you
would feel some pain, you will keep quiet and let me do it."

"I surely will, Commander." I answered, with a half smile.

He got on the bed and knelt at my side, beginning to caress up and down
all my body - it was almost like a massage, and it really was agreeable.
He then made me sit up and, without a word, he guided my head to his
beautiful, straight and hard cudgel. I cupped his balls with both hands,
gently kneading them, and at once started to lick his powerful tool. I
then took it in my mouth and started to pump it back and forth with real
gusto. He was meanwhile caressing the nape of my neck, back and sides.

After I had been giving him head for some time, he stopped me.

"Good, that's enough, Cosimo. I'm now going to prepare you, so that I
can shove all of it inside your nice little arse."

I docilely went on all fours offering him my small arse.

"No, Cosimo Puddu, not in this position. I want to fuck your nice arse
in another way, a way I like lot more."

"How?" I asked, somewhat astounded, turning to look at him.

In fact, from what I knew from the witticisms that at times my mates
did, I only knew that one takes a cock in his arse in the "sheep's
style" that is on all four as I went for Dario and he too for me. In
fact the rumour was that the shepherds up the mountains, to relieve
themselves, fucked a sheep from the back, and that's why it was said
"take it in the sheep's style".

The brigadier made me lie on my back and slipped a couple of pillows
under my pelvis so that I had my head lower than my arse. He made me
open my legs as much as I could, then he knelt between them. He picked
up the tube from the night table, opened it, squeezed out some
transparent jelly and started to spread it between my buttocks, on my
hole.

"What's that you are putting on my hole?" I asked, curious.

"Mentholated Vaseline, to make it slip easier inside." he explained
going on to rim my hole with his finger.

It was giving me a feeling of coolness, really nice.

"Where can it be bought?" I asked.

"At the chemists."

"But... it's made expressly to do... to do these things?"

For the first time since I knew him, I saw brigadier Guglielmo Gerbi
smile for a moment. "No way, of course not. It is sold, for instance, to
people who have too dry a skin."

"So then, when you go to the chemist, you say you have too dry a skin?"
I asked curious.

"Yes, but I usually buy it when I go to Cagliari. Here in Tratal"as
people would at once start gossiping."

"Is it expensive?"

"No, it's cheap." he said starting to push a lubricated finger inside my
hole.

He then took the small carton and took out of it a small foil envelope
that he tore open. Inside there was something like a yellowish ring with
a membrane... I was looking at him full of curiosity about all that
fiddling. He put that ring on the tip of his beautiful hard cock and
pushed down, and the ring unrolled and his cock was wrapped in a kind of
transparent sheath...

"And what's that?" I asked.

"This is a condom, or rubber, or sheath..."

"And what is it for?"

"It is a protection, so that I cannot catch any diseases from you and
neither can you catch any from me."

"But I'm not ill!" I protested somewhat confused.

"I neither think to be ill, but in these matters it's always better to
be careful. Did you never hear of sexually transmitted diseases?"

"I? No, never."

"These are diseases we can catch when we fuck."

"And also that... sheath, is it also sold at the chemists?"

"Yes, of course, at the chemists."

"And you buy them also in Cagliari?"

"Yes. I don't think they sell them at Tratal"as' chemists shop."

"But I can never go to Cagliari..." I thought aloud.

"Why, do you have sex with somebody else, besides me?"

Well, as I could not betray him to Dario, of course I couldn't betray
Dario to the commander... therefore I invented an excuse.

"Er... if one day I find somebody with whom I can do it..." I said in a
low voice.

"Alright, little rogue... it means that I will buy a box of them for you
too."

"Also the vasectine?"

"Vaseline, not vasectine. Alright also some Vaseline, then. Are you
happy?"

"Of course, Commander. Thank you!"

He seized my legs at the ankles and made them rest on his shoulders.
Then he bent on me. With a hand he guided his sheathed pole and soon I
felt its tip rub on my well-lubricated hole. I was feeling weird in that
position, my legs sticking up. But all summed up, I thought, I liked
being able to look at him while he fucked me.

"I am now going to push it all inside you, Cosimo. If you feel some
pain, try to stand it, do you understand? Usually after the first
discomfort, it becomes good."

"Yes, I understood."

He started to push. Well, it really was big, a lot more than that of my
friend Dario, and when he started to stretch open my hole, I soon felt
some twinges. I clutched my teeth trying not to complain, not to
disappoint the Commander. I could feel my hole gradually yielding,
opening, widening... I saw that the Commander was exerting a certain
effort, but also that his eyes seemed to become more and more bright as
he was breaking the resistance of my back door, they were glazed over
like the eyes of someone who has a high fever.

It was painful like the first time that Dario shoved his pole inside me,
because it was really big, but at a certain point I felt it enter almost
suddenly, and he then stopped pushing.

"Now try to get used to it. The most difficult part is done, the tip
entered well. The rest will slip inside much easier. You really are
nicely tight, Cosimo Puddu! I like you a lot! Do you know that you are
the ninth boy I deflowered, since I am here in Tratal"as? That is since
1938, twenty-eight years ago."

"Nine with me?" I asked, totally amazed, "Who are the other eight?"

"I surely can't tell you, can I? As I say nothing about you to the
others, it's fair that I don't tell you about them."

"Yes, you're right..." I conceded, but thought I would have liked to
discover who could be the other eight.

If he took the cherry of nine boys including me, I thought, he could
possibly have done these things with many others... Therefore in our
village, besides Dario, me, and Commander Guglielmo Gerbi, there must be
other people liking to do that with another man or boy...

Guglielmo resumed pushing it inside me. I felt it dilate my entire
channel, it was really big, I was feeling some annoyance but I was also
starting to feel some pleasure. On instinct, I raised my hands and
rubbed the small and dark nipples of the Commander, and they at once
became hard like two chickpeas.

"Yes, good, so..." the man approved, pushing it all deep inside me.

He then started to vigorously pump it in and out. I could read on his
face the pleasure he was getting, and that pleasure seemed to soften his
features, making his expression less hard. Only his eyes, staring into
mine, remained cold as steel. Yes, his eyes were dominating, had the
power to make you feel all his superiority, to pierce your soul even
though, as his enjoyment was increasing, they seemed to sparkle more
than two diamonds.

I was undoubtedly enjoying that way to be fucked more than doing it in
the "sheep's style". I thought I must teach it also to my friend Dario,
and that he would surely enjoy it. This thinking about Dario and
comparing his way to do sex with that of brigadier Gerbi came
spontaneously to me. Surely the Commander was skilled. And yet, all in
all, I liked doing it best with Dario. Probably because, with him, I
could also feel all the warmth of his friendship...

After continuing to pound away inside me for several minutes as he
pleased, finally Commander Guglielmo Gerbi reached his orgasm. I felt
his meat pole jerk inside me with each of the spurts which were filling
me up, and I saw all the intensity of his pleasure painted on his face.
He went on moving inside me, at first with short but vigorous strokes,
then gradually longer and slower, until he gently slipped out of me. I
too had reached my orgasm during his last pushes, spurting all my seed
against his hollow belly and his muscled chest.

"Good, Cosimo Puddu. Now you are no longer a virgin, I have made a man
of you!" the Commander said giving me a small cotton towel. "Clean me,
so we can dress."

I carefully did as he asked me. He then said, "I was totally right - you
like taking it in this nice small arse."

"Yes, it's true." I said starting to wear my clothes. Then asked him,
"We will do it again, Commander?"

"It could be... some times... We will see."

"But... in this period... you are doing it only with me or also with
other boys?"

"Why are you asking me that? You aren't by any chance jealous, are you?"
he asked slightly knitting his eyebrows.

"No, I was just curious..." I answered, surprised that he could really
think I was jealous.

"I already told you I can't tell you their names, didn't I?" he
retorted.

"But I didn't ask you for their names, this time, Commander. I just
asked you if you do it also with other boys."

"Try to be less curious, boy, it would be better." he said, and he too
started to carefully dress.

He accompanied me back to the cemetery road, made me get off, and
resumed doing his habitual tours. I went back to the village, as I had
to give a hand to my father at the bakery. As I walked I could feel a
little soreness on my hole, but I accepted it willingly, because it
helped me recall the pleasure I got from being fucked by that man.

I was also asking myself who could be the other ones that did it, or
were still doing it, with the Commander, and how I could manage to
discover at least some of them.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4

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