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A THOUSAND LOVES, ONE LOVE by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2007 written on October 25, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by John
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"A THOUSAND LOVES, ONE LOVE" 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.
CHAPTER 11 - The power of love
"Hello, my love! We are again alone, you and I. I have been longing for this, do you know? TV said that today it will be rainy and in fact there are plenty of clouds. The sea is grey. But here we are fine, aren't we? You're my sun, do you know that? I adore you... Each time I look at you, I think of you, my heart skips a beat, and it's really wonderful. You are filling my life, are giving it colour and taste... How long will it last? You awakened my desire for you and now this is awakening yours. That's beautiful. You know how much I love you... and how long my love for you has troubled me. But I'm now feeling serene. What happens when you awaken and you will at last be with us again... will happen anyway.
"But today I will make love with you. And tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, until you awaken and you will decide if you accept my love or chase me from your home. I will make love with you, my sweet Scott, because I feel you need it, at least as much as I do."
Matteo moved Scott's body on the bed, to one side, took off his dressing gown, slipped off his tank-top and briefs, and laid close the boy's beautiful body. He leaned over him and, for the first time, enclosed him in his arms. He kissed his lipsfor a long time, made him feel his erection pushing against his side. Caressed him and lowered to kiss all over his body.
"I love you Scott... I love you..." he murmured, intoxicated, continuing to caress, lick and kiss him all over his body.
Then he spread Scott's legs, crouched between them and started to lick his testicles and the soft member. And after a few minutes felt it slowly become hard. He then went down to lick the fold between the thighs and between the buttocks, until he brushed against the hidden hole. Scott's member was now erect emerging straight up from his groin. Matteo moved to lick it from its tip down to the firm testicles, then again under, to the anus he could barely reach.
He spread Scott's legs some more, raising his knees a little and the boy's body let itself be folded without any resistance. So Matteo's tongue could work more easily in the warm fold between the firm buttocks and he could devote himself more freely to tease and lubricate the boy's anus.
And finally Matteo sat between Scott's legs, slipping his legs under Scott's and making them rest at the sides of his waist, and pushed his pelvis nearer to the boy's, going forward with his stiff and hard pole, parallel to the bed surface, until he slipped it into the ass fold of Scott and its tip titillated the boy's anus.
"Scott, my love... now I shall enter you... now I shall make love with you, Scott... In a while, part of me will become yours, part of you... Your nice little ass will receive me, Scott... And so I will became yours!"
Matteo pushed forward and felt Scott open at his pressure, even though it was very weak, and receive him. He pushed gently, delicately, slowly pushing his pelvis forward, and sank all inside him.
Meanwhile he was scanning Scott's face - it was always serene, his eyes closed, impassive. But his member was still hard and straight up. Matteo then started to gently and slowly slip back and forth, with a delicate waving of his body supported on his hands planted at his back on the mattress, and on his legs close at Scott's sides, between his body and arms. Matteo's excitement was so strong that, in spite of the gentleness of his movements inside the boy, he reached his orgasm rather soon. He ejaculated inside the boy with calm, with sweetness.
He then bent on Scott and kissed him on his lips. Then very slowly slipped out of him and went down to suck his beautiful member still erect and hard.
While he was passionately sucking it, all his attention was focused to catch the first signs of the boy's enjoyment, so he didn't notice that Scott's fingers were folding slightly, as if to grope, with very light, trembling jerks, almost in coincidence with the sweet spasm with which the youth was unloading into Matteo's mouth.
When also Scott had emptied himself, Matteo laid partially on the boy's body and embraced him, gently squeezing him against himself.
"I would like to embrace you very tightly, but I'm afraid I can hurt you, love. So, today we finally made love, you and I... it has been wonderful, so sweet... For you too, I hope. We will make love every day, when we are alone. This first time I came too fast, because I was too excited. But the next time I will give you more pleasure, my love. All the pleasure I can be able to give you, all the pleasure you can need... My god, how beautiful are you, Scott! If you could just answer me... look at me... open your so clear eyes... smile to me..."
A little after an hour, he got off the bed.
"I will now wash you, love, and massage you with the lotion. Then I will go to fix something for my lunch. I'm sorry to leave you alone, even just for a little time... Perhaps I'll put on some music, to keep you company... Giuliano told me you like Mozart. I'll put on a record for you, while I'm not here. Yes, sure, all the doors open, so you can listen to it from here..."
That night Matteo made love with Giuliano as well, because his friend needed it and also because he was afraid, if he didn't, that Giuliano would grew tired of him and send him away from his home.
The day after he again made love with Scott, like the day before, and as he had promised him, he lasted for a longer time.
Giuliano noticed that Matteo had found back a certain serenity and cheerfulness.
"You have been odd, these last few days. What was the problem?"
"Nothing. Possibly only a moment of tiredness."
"Do you want to reduce the time you care for Scott?"
"Oh no, it's alright so. It is all right."
"How can you manage to have so much patience with him?"
"It is not at all a burden, rather... Why don't you go near him to talk with him, to caress him?"
"Come on! What for? It would be like doing it to a statue."
"But anyway, he is your Scott, isn't he?"
"No, not now."
"Why not?"
"No. He's not my Scott any more. That body. . . it's an empty shell. He's no longer here."
"I wouldn't be so certain. I..."
"You are a dreamer. An incurable romantic."
"I a romantic? But for years I was a prostitute!"
"Well... an adorable one, anyway. Do you know that I like you more and more?"
"Ah."
"Hey! All you have to say is just an ah? Aren't you glad that I'm falling in love with you again?"
"But if I too became a... an empty shell as you say Scott is, what then?"
"Hey, I would really be unlucky! No, you are everything but an empty shell. Don't you love me?"
"I don't know."
"What does 'I don't know' mean? You crossed seas and mountains to get me back!"
"I like you, sure. I also feel some affection for you. But..."
"But what, I'm again falling in love with you, and you..."
"I fit well with you, Giuliano, really..."
"But you are no more certain you love me?"
"No. You made me fall out of love with you, going on for so many nights repeating to me I'm just a substitute for Scott."
"But that's an old story. I'm changing my mind..."
"But I'm not. I'm not a parcel, Giuliano, or a spare wheel."
"You are angry with me because I told you I still was in love with Scott?"
"No, absolutely not. I could understand that... or at least I thought I could understand you. As long as you were in love with Scott."
"Because I am now cheating on him with you?"
"No. I mean, it's not the physical aspect. That is not cheating and I still can understand it. But falling out of love with him... this is really cheating, it is betraying, Giuliano, in my opinion."
"What right do you have, Matteo, to judge me? Really, you?"
"None. In fact I don't judge you, not I. I'm just judging what you do, not you."
"You... do you presume that you're different?"
"I don't know. Possibly yes... Or at least, I hope I would be."
"Would you prefer I continued being in love with Scott? I really cannot understand you, no, really."
"But were you ever in love with him? Or with me? Or with somebody else?"
"Are you saying I'm not able to love?"
"I don't know. But I got the feeling that you love according to how much you get... I can be wrong, of course... but this is my impression."
"And does that seem you so wrong? So weird?"
"In my opinion to really love is something different. To love is to give without asking anything back. I know it's difficult, and I haven't been much good at that, up to now. But I hope I've learned something, I hope I'm different, now."
"I already said you're an incurable romantic, Matteo!" Giuliano said as a conclusion, smiling and shaking his head.
Matteo went on to make love with Scott, day after day, and to talk to him, to make him listen to music, to read him the newspaper, to wash and massage him for a long time.
When the week-ends came, Matteo more and more often preferred to stay home with Scott, so Giuliano started to go out with his colleagues or friends. Now Giuliano and Matteo weren't any more making love every day. And Giuliano started again to hook some hustlers at the King's Arms, but now that Matteo lived in the cottage, he didn't take them home.
For about a month Matteo made love, in secret, with Scott. He had also noticed the slight movement of Scott's fingers during his orgasms, and this had increased his hope. But also he never said a word about that to anybody. Matteo started also to have music on while he was making love with Scott, keeping the doors open so that it could be heard from the bedroom. At first he had thought of moving the stereo to Scott's bedroom, but then he had to give that up because he saw it was too complicated.
One morning, around ten, he was making love with Scott, embedded in him in the usual position, with the habitual tenderness and passion, the LP in the stereo with the automatic record-changer, when Giuliano came back home.
At work, in fact, they told him he had to fly to Sydney for three days and that he had to leave that afternoon, therefore he came back home at once to prepare his suitcase.
Matteo didn't hear him enter. Giuliano heard the music playing aloud and, surprised, went in the living room. Nobody. His shoes with para rubber soles didn't make any noise, therefore Matteo didn't hear him enter the room but only when he heard Giuliano's voice.
"Matteo! What the fucking hell are you doing!" the young man yelled, nonplussed.
Matteo felt his blood freeze and became still. He turned his head, becoming pale. Giuliano had a furious, terrible expression.
"Filthy, disgusting pig! Bastard of a shitty whore! How can you take profit from a... You disgust me, disgust me! Come out of there immediately!" he yelled, trembling.
Matteo slowly parted from Scott and got off the bed. He took his dressing gown and put it on.
"Giuliano, let me..."
"Shut up! Shut up, bastard! You now immediately take your things and go away from this house! Away! I don't want to see you any more, I don't want to hear about you any more, revolting worm!"
"Giuliano, I..."
"Shut up! Go away, away from here! Disgusting pervert! Get out of here, go!" he yelled, trembling, his face red, getting purple.
Matteo took his tank-top and underpants, put on his slippers and, in the silence that followed Giuliano's outburst, was about to go out.
"No..." a weak but clear voice said - it was Scott's voice.
They both turned to look at him. He was still unmoving on his bed, but his eyes were open.
"No... Matteo... stays..." Scott murmured, his voice blurry.
They were both looking at him in amazement.
"Matteo... is... my... lover." Scott added in a laboured but clear voice.
"You... you are... you..." Giuliano stammered, in confusion. Then he turned towards Matteo, "Why didn't you tell me... He recovered his senses... when?"
Matteo looked at him dumbfounded, then looked at Scott, whose clear eyes were looking at him. He then drew near the bed.
"Scott... oh, Scott... your eyes... your voice... Scott!"
"Matteo..." Scott murmured, "stay... here... I want... you..."
"But I..."
"I... love... you... Matteo..."
"Oh god, oh my god!" Matteo sobbed and bent to gently kiss Scott on his lips and the boy, lightly, answered that kiss.
Giuliano, was still at the door, like a marble statue.
"Matteo..." he started to say.
Matteo turned to look at him with shining eyes, "He will heal, he will heal fast, now! Go and call the doctor, phone him, go! Quickly!" he said and turned again to caress Scott with infinite love.
"Stay... with... me... Matteo..." Scott murmured.
"Yes, my love, as long as you want."
Giuliano came back. Matteo had covered Scott's body with the sheet.
"He's coming soon... I have to go, unhappily... the work... I will be away for three days... But when did he..."
"We will talk about it when you come back, Giuliano. Go, now." Matteo answered him.
Giuliano, still astounded, went out to pack his suitcase.
"You... love... me... Matteo..." Scott stated.
"I? Yes, to die for. And you?"
"I... love... you."
"Thank you... thank you, Scott. But now don't talk, don't make an effort... you will heal fast, now, won't you?"
"With... you... yes..." Scott answered hinting a weak smile.
Giuliano showed at the door, "Matteo... I have to go... I... forgive me for before, but... I didn't know... I thought that..."
"Go. I understand, we will talk about it. Now go."
"I'll call..."
"Yes, sure."
"Forgive me, Matteo..." Giuliano repeated, in confusion, and went away.
Matteo noticed with some amazement that Giuliano hadn't greeted Scott, hadn't addressed one word to him. Then he recalled the doctor was coming and went to put on his clothes. He switched off the music and went close to Scott again. The boy had closed his eyes. Worried, Matteo called him in a low voice. The boy opened his eyes, a smile flickered across his face, and he closed them again.
Matteo was feeling exhausted by the violence of the emotions through which he had passed in the span of a few minutes. But he was happy.
The doctor came. He carefully attended to Scott under Matteo's watchful eye.
At the end said, "Good. He finally came out of his coma. He has now to gradually get again used to his normal functions - eating, using his muscles, evacuate... Come in the other room, I'll explain to you all you have to do, the diet, the physical exercises... I will come again tomorrow and I will give you fresh advice if necessary."
"Will the convalescence be long?"
"Yes, but it will gradually get better. Mr Harris is a healthy young man. The right diet, graded physical exercises, massages, nothing more. He will sleep a lot, especially in the first days."
"There isn't the danger he... he will go back to..."
"No, absolutely not. But I really would like to be able to understand why he came out of his coma like that. Bah, medicine still knows so little about cerebral mechanisms..."
As soon as the doctor went away, Matteo went back near Scott. He seemed dozing off. He gently took his hand in his own, in silence. Scott moved his fingers slightly.
"Talk to me..." he murmured.
"Oh, Scott... what do you want me to tell you... You are back, finally. Little by little you must recover from your long sleep. You are weak, but you will be strong again. I'll help you, as long as you want me near you. You know, I felt like dying just now when Giuliano came. Then you... you spoke. And you know my name! How can you know my name? No, don't answer me now, you have not to make too much effort. You will tell me later, right?"
"Yes..."
"Good. We will have so much time. I... I will stay near you day and night, now. I will not abandon you, not even for a moment. Rather, do you know what I will do? I'll ask the two nurses to come here during the day time, so they can help me to change you, to help you get on and off the bed... so that they can stay near you while I'm fixing our meals. And at night I will sleep here with you. Is that alright?"
"Yes..."
"We'll possibly be a little crowded. Unless... do you want me to have your bed changed for a king size one?"
"Yes..."
"Good. But now rest, my love. The doctor said that, especially in these first days, you will sleep a lot. So now rest. I'll stay here, near you."
Then Matteo called the two nurses and changed their working time, the first from 8 a.m. to 2 p.m. and the second from 4 p.m. to 10. As soon as they were informed, Scott's family came to see him. And Scott introduced Matteo to them, simply saying, "My lover, Matteo."
Then Giuliano came back and Scott wanted to talk with him.
"Giuliano... I was really furious with you, at the beginning. After the accident, I recovered consciousness very soon. I was still in the hospital. I could hear and understand everything... but my mind was no longer able to communicate with my body, and therefore not with any others either.
"It was horrible; but I gradually calmed down, surrendered. You, Giuliano, could have helped me to come out, to find a way to communicate again. I was thirsty for a caress from you, for a kiss. From you, my lover, with whom I was feeling united, I waited for some gesture... but on the contrary, nothing. Not a word, not a gesture for me. You were talking about me with the others as if a was an alien, an object. And so I withdrew even more inside myself. No, not willingly...
"So I felt abandoned. Just a machine to keep working, no longer a human being to love. No. You didn't love me, Giuliano. You loved the perfect machine I had been before, but not me, or else you would have loved me even in that condition. You were just waiting until I could came back to function. But you were doing nothing.
"At first I was furious with you, yes... but then I resigned. That was your limit, Giuliano. No, let me talk, now. I don't have much energy yet...
"You were not able to love me through thick and thin, Giuliano, but only just as long as everything went right. Thus, I started to wait to die, but death was not coming. Alien hands were moving me, needles were feeding me, alien hands were washing me. Never your hands, Giuliano.
"Then Matteo came. At first I just thought of him as the umpteenth nurse. But he was different from all the others, because he was talking to me. He talked to me, with me, even though I could not answer him. Yes, Matteo, I've heard all you said to me, everything, from the first word to the last.
"Matteo was talking with his heart and soul, and he was talking to my soul. And his hands washed me with love. So, I started to wait for him. And as I started to wait he overcame his reserve, his bashfulness. And he finally started to caress me, to kiss me. Each time, Matteo, you were making me take a small step to recover my body, to restore the connections. And when at last you started to make love with me, Matteo, the emotions I felt were so strong that the connections started to work again, although very gradually.
"The sensations you were making me feel, Matteo, were so intense that they were welding the broken wires... I felt I was starting to be born again, I was resurfacing. When you were begging me to wake up, as you were saying, to come back amongst you, I wanted to succeed, for you. But it was a long, difficult way. I was anyway gradually managing to come back, as you too could guess, see...
"Then Giuliano caught us while we were making love. Yes, he caught us, you and me, because even if I was not able to show it to you, I too was making love with you. And he wanted to chase you away, but I could not lose you too, Matteo. The fear, the despair, the terror set off a tempest inside me and I finally was able to resume the control of this body... and say no.
"In a sense, Giuliano, although unintentionally and not knowing it, you accelerated the process that was already under way. Therefore... I'm angry with you no more. But everything is over, between us two, because you made it all come to an end, Giuliano.
"I am now in love with Matteo, for all the love he gave to me even against hope. And I now belong to him, because he is the one who brought me back here..."
"Scott, I... I loved you..." Giuliano said, crestfallen.
"Yes, it's possible..." Scott tiredly answered, but lightly squeezed the hand that Matteo had in his.
"I was scared for your condition, I was scared..."
"Yes, unhappily." Scott nodded.
"I'm happy you're back again with us..."
"I believe you. But I have always been here..."
"But I didn't know it!" Giuliano sadly protested.
"Not even Matteo could know it. But in some mysterious way he understood it." Scott said.
"I'm sorry, Scott, believe me... Don't judge me too badly..."
"No, I don't judge you at all. We can remain friends, if you want... But now my lover is Matteo. Forever..." Scott said sweetly, then added, "But now I'm feeling tired. I need some sleep..."
When Scott was asleep, Matteo joined Giuliano in the living room.
"He's sleeping." He simply said, sitting near him.
"I've lost him, I've lost you..." Giuliano murmured.
"Him! You left him, you didn't lose him. Me... I fell in love with him, I left you. But this happened above all because I felt that for you he had became a stranger. If you had still loved him... I wouldn't be here now."
"Yes, I understand. And I think you are right. And I must admit that more than once, you tried to make me understand it. Anyway... he has been lucky he met you."
"Much more for me having met him..." Matteo gently answered back.
"I will look for another house. Downtown, I think."
"But... will we remain friends?"
"If you still want me."
"Scott says so."
"And you?"
"I too. After all I owe it to you that I met Scott."
A few days later Giuliano moved to the city.
Scott was slowly recovering. His stomach was getting used to receiving food again and to digest it. His muscles were gradually getting their shape back. Each day he was sunbathing for a little while so that his skin was resuming its healthy golden colour.
Matteo had ordered a king size bed for Scott's room, and was sleeping with him, and each night they made love. When Scott felt somewhat stronger, he started to take the initiative and to reciprocate Matteo's sexual overtures, until he too could finally penetrate his new lover.
"Do you know, Matteo, it gave me such a feeling of tenderness when you worried that your sexual attentions could annoy or upset me... Inside myself I was shouting - make love to me! Take me! And when you started to yield to your desire, I felt so happy! I knew you, at that point. I knew the tone of your voice. I knew your thoughts, your fantasies, your ideals, your desires. I knew your lips on my body, and then also your firm member inside me... but not your appearance. And finally, that day... I saw you!"
"Didn't you feel disappointed?"
"Of course not! At first I wasn't able to focus your image and I felt furious with myself. Then I saw your eyes... then your smile...then I could finally focus on your face... And I thought you are wonderful! Then also your naked body, and also this beautiful tool I have already enjoyed inside me so many times. I think you are really wonderful, Matteo."
"Because you love me."
"Because you are wonderful. Because, as you said to me in the early days, in a beautiful body there must be a beautiful soul. And what makes your body wonderful, is your wonderful soul."
"And do you like making love with me?"
"To go mad for, especially now that I can fully return it. You are the most sensuous being I could dream of. Sensuous and sexy. I want to be yours forever, Matteo."
"And I yours!"
They kissed, caressed, savouring the sweet sensation of the arousing of the other's desire.
"You are all beautiful, Matteo. Especially when you are aroused for me."
"So you like my little ass too, my love?"
"Yes, sure."
"Take it, then. You have to even up all the times I took yours."
"With pleasure, my love. But then, don't forget mine too..."
"No, never. I couldn't."
"Do you know something I liked it very much, when you took me for the first time, you didn't say that I was yours but that you, entering into me, were becoming mine!"
"It is right, that's just what I was feeling, I'm still feeling... When two are in love, there is no longer any distinction between taking and giving... It is a melting... it is the magic moment when there is no longer any difference between your body and mine."
"Yes. You have a very beautiful way to see sexuality and love. When I was unconscious and was listening to you, I enjoyed all you were saying me. Nobody ever opened his soul to me as you did."
"I thought you could not hear me, moreover I didn't yet know that you understand Italian so perfectly... or else, I think I would not have dared to tell you all I said..."
"Yes, I understand. And yet your subconscious knew that on the contrary, perhaps I was listening to you. And anyway I am glad that I now know you so intimately. This is a grace reserved to few."
"And you? When will you tell me about yourself?"
"A little at a time. I would like to be able to open to you in the same way. I too would like you to get to know me as deeply. I want to be totally transparent for you. A real open book..."
"Then I will thumb through this book a little at a time, my love. But now take me, come inside me, please. I'm dying of desire to be united with you. Write inside me love poems with your strong and turgid pen. And do it so that it will be a very long poem, my love..."
"Come here, then..."
The two lovers united, giving them to each other without reserve, writing long poems and songs and signing them with explosions of mutual pleasure, while the sound of the waves that were gently lapping the beach played the accompaniment and the counterpoint to their unconditional love.
THE END
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