Date: Mon, 06 Jun 2005 18:57:49 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Who has to forgive - chapter 2/9 (Young Friends)

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WHO HAS TO FORGIVE
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005
written the 2nd of February, 1993
translated by the author English
text kindly revised by
David

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"WHO HAS TO FORGIVE" 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 2

ANTONELLO

Antonello was born in 1942. In 1943, during an air raid, a bomb fell on
their house. Everyone else died, only he remained miraculously unharmed.
Someone found him amongst the rubble, alive, crying, hungry, and took
him to the nuns' orphanage. He was brought up by the nuns. On his
twelfth birthday he was moved to the National Boys' Orphanage for the
nuns kept only the girls and so he had to go. For Antonello it was a
little traumatic to leave the nuns and his friends.

The superintendent of the orphanage took him to his dormitory gave him a
bed and a small closet, in which to put his few belongings. His bed was
the last in a row of five, near the corner of the room and the central
window, and in front these were five more beds. The superintendent then
showed him the location of the toilets, the showers, and the refectory,
then took him to the recreation room, which was noisy with playful
yells, and introduced him to his dormitory-chief and roommates. The
dormitory-chief was sixteen years old and his name was Eusebio, but
everybody called him Sebi. Antonello immediately took a liking to him.
He was dark-skinned, with curly hair, strong, bold, with a wide smile
and dark, deep, penetrating eyes. And he saw that in this place he was
respected even by the other seven dormitory-chiefs.

Sebi asked him if he had put away his belongings, then explained to him
the rules of the "house," as they called the orphanage. Among other
things, he explained to him that there was a hierarchy to respect and
that if he had any problems, he had to talk with his own dormitory-chief
- that is, to him.

The first two days passed quietly and Antonello began to get used to the
place. He was still a little sad he had to leave his home with the nuns,
the only reality he had known until then, and where he had had a good
life. But, thanks to his good character, he easily started becoming part
of the "house."

On the third day, while they were showering, the others started making
odd jokes at his expense. They put their hands on him, fingering his
most intimate parts, and making stupid remarks. Antonello was somewhat
annoyed and a little ashamed. He tried to protect himself, to get away
from them, but the others, numerous and stronger, soon overcome his
defenses. Antonello, out of pride, even while he continued to struggle
to free him self, didn't utter a single word of protest, or yell or
complain. He was succumbing to these rough games when Sebi entered and
immediately intervened. He said just one word Ð "Enough!" But his tone
admitted no objections and at once everyone left Antonello in peace, so
that the boy could finish washing himself. Sebi washed, too, staying
near him, as if to protect him. For the first time Antonello saw Sebi
naked, and he liked what he saw. Sebi was surely the most beautiful and
the best developed boy in the place. Sebi noticed the admiring looks of
the little boy and gave him a slight smile. At that smile, Antonello
felt sweet warmth invade him - because in that smile he felt friendship,
liking, and protection.

So, when the little boy had to shower, for his own safety he always
managed to enter with Sebi and to stay near him. That way, moreover, he
could admire at his leisure the body of his dormitory-chief, who was
becoming his idol. Sebi, even when he was playing with the older boys in
the recreation rooms or in the courtyard, seemed to never lose sight of
Antonello, and the boy was happy about that: he felt safe. In fact,
nobody teased him any more, nobody bothered him.

He had been in the house for about a month and they were again in the
showers. Antonello had finished washing himself. He had already rinsed
himself off and was about to leave the room when Sebi handed him the
soap and told him to wash better. Antonello looked at him, slightly
puzzled, but at the smile of the other boy, started again to wash
himself. He didn't notice Sebi gesturing to the others to leave, nor did
he see him whispering to one of the boys to keep watch outside the door
to warn if a superintendent came.

When they were alone, Sebi took him by the arm, pulling him near, under
the pelting water and said to him, almost shouting to be heard, he
wanted to kiss him. Antonello, somewhat astounded but also a little
flattered just nodded yes and let him do it. Sebi embraced him and,
while kissing him, started caressing the boy all over his body. It was
agreeable, beautiful, and the little boy let him do it, enjoying these
sensations, so new and strange, yet pleasurable. Sebi asked Antonello if
he liked him and the boy vigorously nodded. Then he asked him if he
wanted to be his boy. Antonello said yes, but then asked what exactly it
meant to be his boy. Sebi explained to him that it meant having sex with
him, and asked Antonello if he ever had had sex with anyone. Antonello
shook his head. Sebi, continuing to caress the boy, told him he would
teach him, that he had to trust him and to do everything he told him.
Antonello nodded in agreement, because he had full trust in his
companion. And so his sexual initiation began.

Sebi had the boy caress, kiss, and lick him all over his body. The boy
liked doing it very much, because he knew that his hero enjoyed it. Then
Sebi had him kneel in front of him, and offered him his erect member to
lick and kiss. Antonello did it without any objection, rather proud that
Sebi allowed him to perform an act so intimate. After the little boy had
been devotedly licking and sucking that beautiful flesh pole for a
while, Sebi had him stand up and said, caressing his little ass that he
wanted to slip his tool inside his ass. Antonello answered yes - if Sebi
wanted to do that, it meant that it was a good thing to do. Sebi made
him turn, soaped the little hole and started to push his rod inside,
very gently. Luckily for the boy, Sebi's member was not too thick, so he
wasn't hurt. When he was inside to the hilt, Sebi asked him if
everything was OK. When he got a positive answer, he started to fuck
him, caressing and masturbating him, and kissing his neck. Antonello
enjoyed this very much also. He was happy to have his friend inside him.
When both were satisfied (for the little boy this was his first
ejaculation, even if he only leaked a few almost transparent drops),
they rinsed off again.

Sebi explained to him that he was now his boy, and that therefore he
wasn't to do these things with anybody else. Antonello felt very proud
about that. After leaving the showers and getting dressed again, Sebi
announced to the others that now Antonello was his boy and woe betide
anyone who touched him. From then on, whenever they could get away by
themselves, they made love, and the little boy loved it more and more.
At times even in the depth of night, after the superintendent made his
last tour, Sebi slipped into his boy's bed, lowered his little briefs,
had him fold his legs up on his chest, and took him. Antonello became
aware that in their dormitory there were two other steady couples. At
times, while Sebi took him during the night, he could make out two
friends making love on the bed near his own, and that excited him very
much.

At times Antonello asked Sebi: "Am I important to you?"

"Sure you are!"

"Am I worth a lot to you?"

"Yes, of course."

"How much?"

"Twelve liras," Sebi always answered him with a warm smile, and
Antonello smiled too, happy for that answer jokingly said, but in which
he could feel real affection. When Sebi had a small pastry, he always
shared it with him, and if he had a comic, Antonello was the first to be
allowed to read it after him. The little boy felt happy.

But one day, about eight months after he became Sebi's boy, Antonello
saw his lover taking another boy in the showers. This was a shock to
him, a big disappointment. But he said nothing, he pretended nothing had
happened. But he started, when the occasion arose, to have sex with
other boys also, hiding it from Sebi. One of them also let Antonello
penetrate him. Then a new boy came into the house, and Sebi left
Antonello and made the newcomer his boy. Now that Antonello was without
a steady lover, he started to have sex with almost anybody, taking it as
it came. Then, for a certain period, he had a steady relationship with
Tonio, the fifteen year old boy in the bed facing his own, who taught
him to do a fantastic sixty-nine. But it didn't last very long.

One afternoon, when Antonello was fourteen, and they were watching a
Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy movie, he sneaked off to the garden tool
shed with a twelve year old boy to make love. They both had their shorts
lowered to their knees; the little boy was standing and leaning forward
against the shed wall, with Antonello behind him. He had just slipped
his tool inside the boy's ass, and was starting to fuck him with
pleasure, when Rosario, one of the superintendents, entered the shed.
They remained still, petrified like two statues, Antonello still firmly
embedded in his friend's little ass. They looked at the man in sheer
terror. The superintendent, with a dark expression, ordered them to
dress and to go at once to the dormitory. Then he summoned first the
little boy. Antonello was waiting, sitting on the edge of his bed, and
he was really scared. What would happen now? Sebi had told him that some
years before, two boys had been caught doing it in the toilets, and had
been sent to the reformatory. Was it going to happen to them, too?

When Rosario appeared again in the dormitory and gestured at him to
follow him, Antonello had his heart in his mouth and trembled from head
to toe. Rosario took him to his office and subjected him to a long
interrogation - since when had he been doing those things, if he did it
also with other boys (but Antonello refused to give him their names, and
luckily the superintendent didn't insist), whether he liked it... The
boy answered honestly, because he understood that lying was of no use at
all. Then Rosario told him that he didn't want to punish him and that,
therefore, as he said before also to the other boy, if he stopped doing
these things, he would not report him. The other boy had promised, now
it was up to Antonello. Antonello thought about the request, then
answered, but without the least challenge in his tone, that he couldn't
honestly promise he would never do it again, because he liked it too
much. While he was saying these words, he feared the man would become
angry, but to his great amazement, Rosario smiled and praised him for
his honesty. Then he told him that he really didn't want to punish him,
but that at the same time he could not just let him do as he pleased.
Therefore he proposed to him, in a friendly tone, that if one day his
desire became too strong, he should come to see him and he would try to
find a way to help him. Antonello, somewhat surprised, but relieved,
nodded in agreement, but the superintendent asked him to promise, or
better to swear, and told him that if he caught Antonello doing those
things again, he would be forced to send him to the reformatory. And he
also warned Antonello that the other superintendents would not have
offered him a second chance as he was doing.

For some days, Antonello was able to resist the temptation to try it
again. But one night his bed neighbor slipped under his blankets and the
boy, after a weak resistance, gave up trying to make him leave and they
made love. The following day Antonello was afraid he would be summoned
by Rosario, but nothing happened. Again for a few days, he didn't have
any more sex, but soon felt a pressing desire growing in him. So one
day, shortly after lunch, he went and knocked on Rosario's door, and
confessed to him he was feeling a very strong desire to make love, and
he was no longer able to resist it. Rosario asked him quietly how great
his craving was. Antonello answered honestly that even at that moment he
had a hard on and that the desire was enormous. The man smiled and asked
him what desire it was what he wanted to do. At first Antonello was
hesitant and embarrassed, but then described in a more and more explicit
way what he was craving for, all his fantasies - first of all to suck a
good dick, and possibly to have his own sucked, then to take it in his
ass, and also to fuck a nice ass... Rosario just listened and nodded.
When at last Antonello became silent, Rosario asked him to solemnly
swear to keep a secret, and after the boy swore, told him that he too
desired to do exactly the same things and that if he wanted, they could
make love together.

At first Antonello thought that the man was pulling his leg, but he
asked Rosario if he was proposing to make him his steady boy. The man
quietly answered yes. Then he stood up, locked the door without a sound,
went close to the boy and whispered to him to keep silent, especially if
somebody knocked at the door. He then began undressing Antonello,
slowly, inviting him to do the same to him. The boy found the situation
very exciting and acceded at once to the request. After a while they
both were naked, standing in front of each other, and Antonello was
admiring with wide eyes the man's glorious erection. It was the first
time he had seen an adult naked, and what he was seeing aroused him very
much. Rosario had a slightly hairy chest, wide and with well shaped
pecks, his arms and belly completely hairless. A thick bush surrounded
the hard and throbbing member, pointing fiercely toward him. The firm
legs were lightly covered with dark hairs.

Instinctively, Antonello knelt and started eagerly to lick and suck that
fabulous dick, long but not thick, hard as steel and smooth as silk. He
saw Rosario closing his eyes and enjoying what he was doing to him. He
pushed it into his throat and breathed in the manly scent of his groin.
After a while the man whispered him that he was really good, but to
stop. He gently pushed the boy to the sofa, made him lie down, knelt on
the floor at his side and started to lick, suck, gently bite all over
his body, lingering especially on his nipples, belly and member,
Antonello felt like he was in a dream, he had never felt anything so
beautiful, he could barely hold back his moans of pleasure. The man
devoted himself to the boy for long, delicious minutes, without the
haste that had marked the boy's previous sexual encounters, and
Antonello enjoyed it with an intensity he had never felt before.

But the ultimate was when Rosario plunged between his legs and with his
tongue traced his way from the boy's throbbing member to his
hypersensitive testicles, then lower, down and down, until he was
darting it against the boy's blazing little hole. Instinctively,
Antonello pulled his legs up to his chest and pushed out his ass, so
that the man could lick it more easily. He felt the tongue tip forcing
his sphincter, wetting it thoroughly, titillating it, penetrating it,
then withdrawing and giving it strong laps. Antonello was shuddering
with pleasure; he had never experienced anything so beautiful with his
friends. Rosario truly had the skill of an artist. The man continued,
skillfully caressing him and teasing him all over his body until he felt
that the boy was ready, aflame, filled with desire. Then he stood up,
seized him and replaced his tongue with the tip of his powerful member.

"Do you want it?" he asked in an excited murmur. Antonello vigorously
nodded yes.

So, guiding it with his hand, he rubbed it against the well lubricated
hole, sometimes pushing, sometimes rubbing it all around. The boy seized
his buttocks with hands, spreading them and offering himself to the man
in a silent, urgent request to be penetrated. Rosario pushed and started
slowly sinking into him, inch after inch. Antonello pushed out to ease
and accelerate the penetration that was giving him such wild pleasure.
Finally Rosario was completely inside, and he started to pound that
delicious little ass. They made love with enormous passion and fire,
until they both burst into an intense long-lasting orgasm.

Antonello was overflowing with joy, even more so when he realized that
the man was in ecstasy. Being able to make love like this, in complete
silence, was a new and fantastic experience for the boy. When they
dressed again, they were both more than satisfied. Rosario told him he
was the best boy he had ever had, and that filled Antonello with pride.

So Antonello became Rosario's lover. They were not often able to be
alone together, but when they managed to, they could take their time
making love. Their secret relationship lasted for two years, without
anyone even suspecting it. Antonello was no longer interested in the
other boys, at this point - nobody could bear comparison with his
Rosario.

When he was sixteen, the "house" found him a job outside. So every day
he left the house to work as a waiter in a small coffee shop in Saint
Sebastian Lane. His wages were put in a closed account, but he could
pocket the tips for his small desires.

He had been working in that bar for three months when Rosario was moved
to another orphanage in the capital. For Antonello, it was a great
sorrow to lose his lover, but he had to adapt himself. So he chose a
thirteen year old in his dormitory and made him his boy. But there was
no comparison with Rosario...

One afternoon, Rosario came to the bar where Antonello worked,
accompanied by a friend, a young man whose name was Leo. Antonello was
radiant to see Rosario again. As there were few customers, they were
able to chat for a while, and as Leo was also gay, there were no
problems. Antonello was somewhat taken aback and unhappy when Rosario
told him he had a new lover, a fifteen year old boy in the new
orphanage, but, after all, he had done the same thing himself, so he had
to accept it. At any rate, the boy understood that it was really over
between them. Then Rosario said good bye as he had to run some errands.
When they were alone, Leo told Antonello that he liked him very much,
and that Rosario had told him that he was really good in bed, so he
wanted to make love with him. The boy was surprised at such a direct
approach. Leo was handsome, he thought, and it might be agreeable to
make love with him. After all, he needed a more substantial relationship
than the one he had with his little boy in the house. And so, he
accepted. Leo was living alone, nearby, in Cathedral Square. They agreed
that the young man would come to pick him up at the end of his work
shift.

Antonello was rather excited at the prospect of the forthcoming
encounter and his work hours went by joyfully. He changed and went out
to the street. The young man was already there waiting for him. They
walked quickly to Leo's house, merrily chatting about this and that.
They went upstairs. As soon as he closed his apartment door, Leo put his
hands between the boy's legs to check its consistency, and gave a
pleased smile when he felt that the boy was already fully aroused.
Without a word, he started to undress him with feverish hands while the
boy was undressing him and they were moving towards the bedroom, leaving
behind them a trail of clothes on the floor. When they were near the
bed, both were already stark naked. Leo's body was even more beautiful
than Rosario's, he had the body of an athlete, and a considerable
member, thick and long, bending upwards at a forty-five degree angle.

The young man pushed him onto the bed, had him spread his thighs and
stood between them, then took the boy's legs and put them on his
shoulders. From the nightstand he took a little container of Vaseline
and thoroughly lubricated the boy's hole and his own vibrating rod.
Then, without any other preamble, Leo pushed it all the way inside him,
and started vigorously to fuck him. The bed swayed and creaked under the
rhythmic assaults of the young man. Antonello felt an intense pleasure,
marred only by the complete absence of any preliminaries, of the
gentleness and cuddles that Rosario had gotten him used to. But in the
end he liked the vigor, the impetuosity with which Leo was taking him,
and he abandoned himself to the man, enjoying the powerful servicing. He
saw the young man's muscles quiver at each thrust, his face, engrossed
and absorbed in enjoying him, and this excited him a lot. He started
masturbating himself and the pleasure dizzily increased. Leo was really
and truly a stallion in heat. While he was fucking Antonello, he looked
straight into his eyes, and in his look there was an intense light that
revealed a mixture of pleasure, triumph, and victory. He was like a
knight intoxicated by the battle he is winning, like a lord certain of
his force and power, of his dominion over his subject. Yes, Antonello
felt dominated, pleasurably dominated.

Suddenly Antonello exploded in a fantastic orgasm and the palpitations
and contractions of his hole increased and accelerated Leo's pleasure so
that soon he too unloaded inside the boy with long and strong thrusts of
his hips and filled him with a stream of incandescent lava, moaning
aloud his pleasure at each stroke. Leo's face was transfigured by his
wild enjoyment.

When it was all over, Antonello saw Leo's face relax, returning to
normal. Then the young man withdrew from him with a satisfied and sated
air cleaned his member that was going back to its relaxed size, and
handed him a linen towel to clean himself. He left the bed and went to
pick up all their clothes, then he got dressed again and handed the boy
his clothes. They moved to the living room and Leo offered him a drink,
switched on the radio and tuned it to a music station, sat in front of
him and chatted with him of this and that. Almost as if nothing had
happened between them, Antonello thought, stupefied. With Rosario it was
different. After making love they still caressed, enjoying their
intimacy a little longer. And Antonello understood that with Rosario he
made love, while with Leo it was just a fuck. Beautiful, pleasurable,
wild, but just a fuck.

Nevertheless, Leo and Antonello met again, and a couple of times a week
they had sex. One day Antonello said to Leo that he would like sometime
to be the top. Leo smiled but shook his head - he never allowed anyone
to penetrate him, he didn't like that. But he added that if Antonello
really wanted to be a top, he could introduce him to a friend who only
liked being a bottom. Even better, Leo proposed with a lusty smile, they
could have a threesome. At first Antonello was hesitant, but actually
the idea aroused him, so at last he accepted. He just made one
condition, that he wanted to see beforehand who the third person would
be and if he liked him.

A few days later, Leo came into the bar with a boy about the same age as
Antonello, whose name was Enzo. His hair was light brown, almost blond,
and he was somewhat thin, with gentle manners, perhaps a little too
snobbish. He was the son of the head physician at the city hospital, and
attended the classic studies high school. At first Antonello felt almost
in awe of him, but then the boy's shy look and the evident admiration he
showed for Antonello, convinced him. Enzo and Leo would wait for him at
the young man's house...

At the end of his shift he changed and hurried up to Leo's place. The
young man came to the door wearing just a robe. Enzo was already naked
on the bed, lying in a languid pose. Antonello quickly undressed and
climbed onto the bed together with Leo - all three were fully aroused.
Leo had Enzo get on all fours and told him to give head to Antonello,
while he fucked Enzo. The boy was definitely skilled, and Antonello
liked the way he worked his tool with his mouth and also liked seeing
how Leo was pistoning into Enzo's nice little ass. After a while Leo,
who was directing the game, withdrew and gave up his place to Antonello.
As soon as he was completely immersed in Enzo, Leo went behind him,
lubricated his hole and penetrated him in turn. Antonello started to
move back and forth so that while he was slipping out of the boy, he was
impaled by the young man, and vice versa.

The sensation of fucking and being fucked at the same time was really
good and exciting, and Antonello fully enjoyed it. To be between those
two naked bodies, enjoying both of them at the same time, was something
new and exciting to the boy. Enzo urged him in a low voice to fuck
harder, and swayed under him, igniting his pleasure more and more. At
the same time, Leo rocked and swayed in rhythm, making the double
penetration that much more pleasant. While Antonello caressed the almost
emphatic body of Enzo, the boy reached back with his hands and caressed
Antonello's body that Leo was also titillating in turn. Those four hands
on his body produced intense shudders of pleasure in him. He confusedly
thought that he was only missing a tasty rod in his mouth to complete
that orgy of sensations so sharp and intense. He closed his eyes and
imagined he was in his dormitory and that in front of him there was
Sebi, all naked, standing with his legs spread, offering him his hard
dick to suck. And he came, long and plentifully, in a symphony of
pleasure spasms.

Having a threesome was good too, Antonello thought, but afterward he
still missed the tenderness and the cuddles he had from Rosario. With
him it was possible that he hadn't ever enjoyed it so intensely on a
physical level, but he enjoyed it much more on a different level that
Antonello didn't hesitate to define, in his own mind, as spiritual. Even
Enzo, having reached orgasm, seemed suddenly to shut off like Leo and to
forget what just happened amongst them. And this left Antonello somewhat
unsatisfied. But he liked it on the physical level, so he continued to
meet sometimes just with Leo, sometimes all three, with Enzo.

But he felt inside himself that what he really needed was something
else, a real lover - that is, somebody able to give him not only
physical enjoyment, but also spiritual enjoyment, that is... love.


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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3

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