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 2 - A perfect, regular contract
Matteo, wearing his army uniform, presented himself at the Hellas Hotel and, as soon as he gave his name to the receptionist, he gave him a key.
"Room 302. The lift is there. Doctor Monito will come soon. Best wishes."
Matteo looked at the handsome young man and for a moment felt tempted to ask him if they could meet after his shift, but then decided not to rush things - if he was hired, he would have all the time and opportunity. And he was confident he would pass the test... He murmured thanks, went to the third floor and entered room 302. It was a very normal hotel room, with a king size bed.
He asked himself if he had to undress and wait already naked on the bed or not. He decided not. He switched on the radio, found a station broadcasting music, set it at a low volume and sat on the edge of the bed. After a few minutes somebody knocked at the door.
"Come in!" Matteo said.
A waiter with a cart with some bottles and jugs, an ice bucket and some glasses entered. "Doctor Monito will come soon. If you want to help yourself, meanwhile..."
"Thank you."
"Best wishes..." the waiter said with a smile, leaving there the cart, and let him alone.
That was two. Everybody gave him best wishes. It was true that it was about facing a test...
He was sipping an orange juice when heard the door opening. He at once stood up. It was Giorgio Monito, the general manager.
"Well, here we are. I see you chose a soft drink. Very good. Our boys must be sober when they work, and the fact that you didn't choose a liqueur means or that you are a teetotaller or anyway, that you don't feel nervous for the test..."
"Good afternoon, sir. No, I'm not a teetotaller, but anyway I drink little and seldom... and I don't see why I should be nervous. On the contrary, I'm rather excited about this opportunity to make love with you." Matteo answered self-assured and with a winning smile.
"Undress then. First I want see your body..." Giorgio said, sitting on the bed edge.
Matteo put his glass on the cart and started to unbutton his military jacket, looking at the man's eyes with a light smile. He took off the jacket, loosened his necktie and took it off, then unbuttoned his cuffs then, one after the other, all the shirt buttons. He opened his belt to free his shirt's tails and made it slip off his arms, letting it fall on the floor. Then he opened his fly and let the trousers slip down his hips.
With his feet, without bending down, he pulled off his shoes and finished slipping off the trousers letting them fall around his ankles then stepping out with just two small steps. His military under-shorts were already swollen from the pressure of his tumescent member.
Crossing his arms he took his grey-green T-shirt and lifted it over his head and let it fall at his back. And finally he unbuttoned the cotton under-shorts and let them glide down at his feet, so revealing himself in his full nakedness.
"Very good, Matteo, it was almost a strip-tease. You have a beautiful hairless body; several of our clients appreciate a hairless body..."
"And you... do you appreciate it?"
"... adorned by a good dick, neither too big nor too small. Turn around, let me see your ass... Good, you're hairless there too. Bend and spread your buttocks... yes, good. Turn around again..."
While Matteo was turning again and again to be looked at, Giorgio was undressing in his turn and the young soldier saw that the man was well built, moderately hairy, well endowed and already half erect.
"Now, Matteo, touch, caress yourself... no, without touching your dick... arouse yourself... very good... Now touch my body, only with your hands and without still touching my dick..."
Matteo found curious that king of erotic game, but agreeable and exciting. He caressed the man, fingered, rummaged, tickled, massaged it and saw with pleasure that now also the man had a full and strong erection like him. The man had him stop and laid down on the bed, his legs spread.
"Now, Matteo, come on the bed... Good, without using your hands, but just lips and tongue, pass all over my body, leaving out mouth and dick...
Matteo, amused and excited, started to busy himself. He licked his ears sucking and licking the earlobes, he went down the neck, the chin, then the chest and lingered on his nipples, in turns, licking, kissing, sucking and gently nibbling them for a while. He then moved to the man's sides, on his arms; passed to his belly stopping for a while on his navel, then on his pubes. He went back to his sides, turned to the hips, then the thighs, outside and inside, on his legs and feet, until he felt that the man was all a quiver.
"Good... now lie on top of me and kiss me on the mouth..."
Matteo didn't need to be told twice. With his body he adhered to the man's body. He pressed his lips onto the man's and lightly licked, nibbled, sucked one or the other, then he slipped his tongue in Giorgio's mouth, searched for his tongue and curled on it, lightly playing with it, silently inviting it to come out, then suckled it. He kissed him for a long time, intimately, now gently, now vigorously.
"Yes, you are skilled... Let's see, now, how you get off sucking it..."
"Your cock?" Matteo asked, his eyes shining with anticipation.
"Yes, sure. But don't make me come." Giorgio warned him.
Matteo started from the testicles. Carefully licked, sucked them, took both in his mouth and kneaded them with his tongue. Then went up licking well all the length of the quivering stake, hard and erect, up, up to its tip. Then, with a light pressure of his lips and a good tongue work, he uncovered it freeing the glans from the prepuce skin. He attentively licked the glans, massaging with his tongue tip in its little slit, gently nibbling the frenum, lapping up the purple head as if it was a delicious ice cream, catching it between his lips working it into his mouth with the tongue and finally lowering his head to take it all in his mouth, until its tip tickled his throat and his nose brushed against the groin's hairs.
He then started a gentle up and down movement, skilfully waving his tongue against the beautiful flesh pole and grading his lips pressure. He worked him with skill, until he became aware that the man was about to come. He then slowed down, went again to lick its external parts, lowered again to work his testicles.
"Yes, very good... Now prepare my ass-hole and fuck me. Let me see what are you able to do."
"Would you prefer a rough or a gentle fuck?" Matteo asked, excited by the prospect of fucking such a virile, handsome man.
"You have always to start gently when you don't know what your partner likes..."
"How do you like being taken, from before, on all fours, on a side, sitting on my tool..."
"When a client likes being penetrated, he normally assumes the position he likes to be fucked..."
"Alright, therefore I will take you from before..." Matteo answered knelling between the spread legs of the man and starting to prepare him.
It was weird having sex in that way, the young soldier was thinking while he was busying on him, but it was anyway good sex and he appreciated it, no matter how it was done. When he felt that the man was starting to shudder for the intense pleasure he was giving him licking his hole, he put him in position, making his legs lean on his shoulders, and thrust himself forward into him. He found he was agreeably tight, and slipped all inside him.
Matteo then flung himself into a vigorous and fast leap, although not violent. He was studying the expression of the man's face to control his movements. Giorgio noticed that.
"Remember that at times you cannot see the client's face, because your encounter could happen In the dark. You have to learn to control yourself only by his quivers, by what he says, how he touches you" Giorgio said him, but evidently enjoying that vigorous mating.
"May I come inside you?" at one point Matteo asked.
"Never ask such a question! Just warn him in time that you are about to come and act accordingly to his reaction."
"The fact is that... yes... I'm about... to come..." Matteo panted, going on to fuck him with gusto.
"Yes, go on..." the man spurred him.
So the young soldier let himself go at full gallop until he came, dealing him vigorous, passionate strokes.
"Good, very good, Matteo. Now it is up to me to check how you are good at taking it in your nice little ass..." Giorgio said, visibly excited and eager.
Matteo let Giorgio lead him, put him into position. Giorgio wanted to mount him on all fours, therefore Matteo assumed the right position offering himself, full of anticipation. The man had a considerable member, therefore the handsome soldier relaxed to be able to receive it without problems.
He felt impaled with some roughness, but he fully enjoyed that resolute invasion. Giorgio started to fuck him with energy and clear delight. Matteo amusedly thought that he would have liked if he had been subjected to such a "test" when he got his teacher's license... Especially from the science teacher... Anyway, this general manager was someone really skilled. He was filling the little ass of the soldier as a real expert, and Matteo, in spite of just coming, started to feel aroused again.
Giorgio didn't come at once, but stopped and made him change his position, and again penetrated him. They changed of position three or four times, and it was evident that for Giorgio that was not just a test, but was really enjoying the handsome young soldier. And finally the man unloaded inside him, shuddering from head to toe. Matteo, on instinct, caressed all his body, almost as if to help him to calm down, to relax.
The man relaxed and remarked, "That was a really good fuck, yes. You are rather good. I liked you."
"Then... did I pass?" Matteo merrily asked.
The man laughed, "Yes, you passed the practical test. Now it own depends on the medical check up. I think we will get along well, you and I."
"I shall be a model employee, don't doubt it..."
"But remember that the fact you are good in bed doesn't exempt you from working properly at the hotel."
"Excuse me, but... the normal hotel patrons can ask us also these services?"
"No, and not in the hotel, anyway, and never in your working time. Hellas Hotel is a hotel like all the others, it doesn't allow such things to happen. If you received some proposal, outside the hotel and after your work shifts, you can do anything you like, of course. But not in the hotel. Is it clear?"
"Same as with the other staff, in a word."
"Exactly so."
"But you... are you an exception?"
"No, besides this test, no exception at all, remember that, Matteo. Now let's have a drink, then we can get dressed and go down to my office."
Giorgio ordered the medical check up for the following week, at a famous private medical surgery where they had an arrangement.
Matteo left the hotel feeling satisfied and happy - after his army service he wouldn't go back to his village but would stop there in Milan, to work. A lot better than becoming the teacher of about twenty snotty kids and for very little money. He certainly had come a long way from the shy and awkward boy he was when he went to the boot camp at start his army service!
The following week he went to undergo the medical check up. Blood and urine test, X rays of his chest, a careful visit, a really complete and meticulous check-up. And after that, a long interview with a psychologist who made him take several tests. He had to collect the results the following week and take them personally to doctor Monito.
During that period Matteo did some more hustling, but less than usual.
Then the General Manager gave him the address of a studio to shoot the photos for the book. It was a large studio specialized in pictures of models for the fashion magazines. The photographer to whom he was assigned, the one who did all the services for doctor Monito, was a likeable man of thirty-five. He lead Matteo to studio number seven. He started choosing a background representing an ancient mansion, and took some pictures in uniform. Then he made him change in civilian clothes, and shot more photos before a background representing a boulevard. He was making him talk, move, assume different poses, read, light a cigarette, smile, be serious, and he was shooting one picture after another.
Then he put him against a background representing an interior, and shot several poses while Matteo was undressing. And finally he did more shots of him naked, against backgrounds of woods or sea, in erotic and sensuous poses, with his member soft, half erect, hard, and while Matteo was masturbating. He shot several rolls, in quick succession.
Matteo was very amused and was even more so when he noticed the swelling in the photographer's fly becoming more and more evident. The man shot him several close-up. Then he put away his camera and drew near him. He caressed his erect and straight member, smiling and looking in his eyes.
"You're a really beautiful boy, one of the best. And you are able to pose really well, it seems as you did it all your life long. But now we can have a well-deserved break, can't we?"
Matteo looked in his eyes with a sly smile and, without a word, knelt in front of him, unbuttoned his swollen fly and lowered the man's trousers and underpants on his knees. The photographer let him do, with a pleased expression. Matteo took it and at once started to suck it, pumping with pleasure. The man seized his head between his hands and started with clear pleasure to fuck his mouth. When Matteo felt the man near his orgasm, didn't withdraw but let it all slip inside. The man at once unloaded himself, filling his mouth and moaning softly at each contraction.
"Do you act so with all your models?" Matteo asked him, standing up, with a satisfied smile.
"It depends. I like you. Anyway, yes, I try almost all of them."
"A nice job. Do you also do porno pictures, for magazines?"
"No. At most like with you, earlier, and mainly for doctor Monito. I shot artistic nudes, yes, and quite often. It's my speciality."
"You really think I can pose?"
"Yes, really. The most of boys are awkward at posing, and especially when naked. Not you. Well... you are not even awkward for everything else, to tell the truth..." the man said, tidying up his trousers.
They shot some more rolls in sexy poses, then Matteo could dress again.
"Excuse me, but... you have to give all the shots to doctor Monito?"
"No, just the best ones. Just five or six..."
"Then, may I too have some? Are they expensive?"
"If you want, also a dozen... you can come and choose them after doctor Monito has made his choice. And for free. At most, you can pay me in kind... I would like to fuck with you, once."
"Well, thank you. I will pay in kind, then, if it's good for you..." Matteo merrily answered.
One month before his discharge from the army, Guido went to see him.
"If you have some time, I've found a small flat for you, not far from the hotel. Just ten minutes walk. Do you feel like coming to see it?"
"Willingly.
It was on the second floor of a twenty year old building. There was a tiny entrance room with three doors - at the right the bathroom and toilet, at the left a small kitchen, and in front a middle sized room. It had the essential furniture, not nice not bad, functional. And the price was affordable. The room had a small balcony looking onto the street and was furnished with a queen size bed, a wardrobe, a small bookshelf, a desk and two chairs.
Matteo decided that it was exactly what he needed, so he put down a deposit for the owner, fixing a meeting to go to a notary to sign the contract.
During that month he bought all he needed to live there, a little at a time, going at the Rinascente and the Upim stores. He also bought some posters of James Dean, his idol, to decorate the room.
And finally the discharge day came. He celebrated with his comrades all the day. Then on the evening he invited his Neapolitan comrade to his place.
"This is the last time we can be together..." his mate said.
"Are you leaving tomorrow for Naples?"
"Yes, tomorrow afternoon."
"Stop here, tonight. The bed is wide enough for two people."
"I hoped you would ask me. I like being fucked by you."
"Yes, I too like fucking you."
"Recently it almost seemed you were no longer interested in me..."
"No, I was just busy. You know, looking for a job, for this flat, then arranging it..."
"It's nice here at your place."
"Well, after all... Do you know you are the first man I've brought here to have sex?"
"I'll miss you..."
"You'll find a thousand men in Naples. And you'll forget me."
"It could be... and you too... Do you remember our first fuck there in the mattresses store?"
"Just one year and half have passed... You have a really nice ass..." Matteo said, caressing and feeling it.
"And you are able to do marvels in it. I'm glad I got to know you."
"The same here. Do you know that you've been my fourth man?"
"Really? But I bet that now you can't count them any more... especially if you include all your johns..."
"No, I count them... I write all of them in my notebook."
"Do you indeed?"
"Yes, just not to forget the total."
"And what figure have you reach?"
"Including my johns, the total is 157..."
"Wow! To be only twenty years old, I really think you can't complain!"
"Of course not. Let's undress, come on, I want you."
"In Naples... I've a man waiting for me."
"Is he your boyfriend?"
"Yes, or at least I hope so, if he didn't find another boy. He's married. He's twenty six. He was my first man, he took my cherry when I was thirteen and he nineteen. Just the day before his wedding, imagine it..."
"A relative?"
"A third degree cousin."
"And how did it happen?"
"He was in his room dressing for the ceremony. His mother asked me to go upstairs to give him the new necktie he had forgotten downstairs. I entered his room without thinking I had to knock and he was about putting on his underpants, so I found him naked. He told me to enter and to lock the door with the key, not to have more surprises. Then he noticed how I was looking at his clapper and asked me if I never saw a naked man. I say no, and then he asks me if I would like to touch it. I say yes with my head, curious, attracted, excited and take it in my hand... and it jumps up straight, hard, alive... and he asks me to kiss it, and I kiss it... to lick it, and I lick it... to suck it and I comply and like it and am no more able to understand anything... He then unbuttoned my shorts, lowered them, made me turn, put his spittle on my hole and fucked my ass. He was skilled and I was becoming mad with pleasure. So it all started... And later he asked me if I wanted to be his boyfriend, and I said yes..."
"But he wasn't your only man, was he? When I fucked you, I wasn't only your second one..."
"No, surely not. I liked that first time too much. Once in a while he was calling me to fuck me, but from one time to the next too much time was passing for me, sometimes even two weeks. I complained to him, but he answered he could not do it with me more often than that. And he said that if I wanted to do it more often, he could introduce me to some of his friends who liked to fuck... and I said him yes. So, at times with one, at times with another, I managed to do it a couple times each week.
"Then, when I was seventeen, I discovered the cruising places in Naples where each time I was horny I could find a man as horny as me... But I ran to see my cousin each time he called me. Each time his wife was pregnant and went to her parents village to deliver, he made me stay at his home and fucked me every night. They were the most beautiful times, for me..."
"When did you last see him?"
"During my last leave, two months ago."
"Did you make love?"
"Sure! His wife was at home, so he took me with his bike up in the woods and took me there. He says that he likes to do both my mouth and my ass. He says he fucks only with his wife and me and nobody else."
"I too like your nice ass a lot ..." Matteo murmured, testing it with a finger.
"Take me, then, fuck me with your beautiful clapper, for the last time. Go on, Matteo."
"Come here, sit on it... come on, let it slip all inside you... so... Do you like it?"
"It's great! You're a champion."
"Better than your cousin?"
"No, with him it's different; he's special. And then we also love each other. Anyway, I like doing it with you a lot, you know that, don't you?"
"Did I improve after that first time there on the depot?"
"And how! And if I didn't have my cousin, I think I would like staying with you."
"How is your cousin?"
"He wears a thin moustache, has a hairy chest, and a nice clapper, big like yours. And when he fucks me, it is like if nothing else existed. He is a force of nature! How many times I envied his wife who can enjoy him every night... Ah, Matteo... but you too made my head spin... Go on, fuck me harder... harder..."
They didn't sleep that night, but neither of them complained.
On the afternoon of the following day, Matteo saw the Neapolitan to the railways station to take the train for Naples. They said good bye and never again met.
Matteo presented himself at the hotel. He had is uniform made to measure, he was introduced to all the personnel and they explained him how to do his job of floor waiter - nothing complicated. The uniform was close fitting, and wrapped his body perfectly modelling his nice ass and allowing one to make out the basket under his fly.
Three day later finally the general manager explained him how the erotic service worked. If one of the VIPs chose him on the personnel photo-book, where each boy was named with a pseudonym (his own was Nicola and each name started with a different letter of the alphabet), he decided the date with Monito (let's say for instance he wanted Nicola for Wednesday evening at 10 'o clock, for two hours) and the room (for instance the number 4 - there were six, numbered from 1 to 6).
Then he, Matteo, had to go to the hotel basement, take a lift using a special key, and push both the button 6 together with the stop and the lift would go up to the seventh floor. He went out in a small room with 6 numbered doors. He had to enter, using the special key with the number 4 and would find himself in a small dressing room and where had to undress himself. When the dressing room light went go off, the other door would open, the one leading to the bedroom. Here, depending on the client, the light could be on or he could find himself in a thick gloom, just enough to see where to go but not to see the features of the VIP waiting there for him.
When his service to the VIP was over, he had to go back in the dressing room and close the door, that could be opened only from the bedroom. The light would then go on, he would carefully wash himself and dress again. He had to go all the way back down and resume his "normal" work. The clients reached the bedrooms passing by separate ways, so that if they liked, they were not seen by other clients.
After having clearly explained him all this, Giorgio had Matteo have a try. He was called by one of the receptionist who gave him a card on which was written, "N/Tue/16:15/2/1h/X"
So Matteo (N, for Nicola), on Tuesday at four fifteen p.m. went on the basement and took the lift up. He undressed in the room 2 and, naked, waited. The light went off and with a soft click the door opened. The room had only soft lights at the floor level, directed only onto the floor and allowing him to see the furniture position so that he didn't stumble. As he had been instructed, as he entered said, "Good afternoon. I am Nicola." And went near the bed.
He could barely see the shape of Giorgio's body lying on the coloured sheets, but he could not recognize him. He let the man guide him, went onto the bed, and, notwithstanding it was just a rehearsal, he quietly made love with him. At one point the soft floor lights went off and on three times - it was the signal that the assigned hour was about ending. They concluded. Then Matteo got up, said, "Have a good day, sir." and went back to the dressing room, shutting the communicating door. The light got on at once. He went on the landing and went to take a shower, dried himself and, naked, he was going back to the number 2 to dress, when he saw a colleague coming out from the lift. The youth winked at him and entered room 3.
Matteo went back to the number 2, dressed and went back to the hotel reception. He gave the card to the receptionist, who put it in a blue envelope.
"All went alright?" his colleague asked him.
"Yes. But it's funny doing it without seeing the other..."
"You will get used to it. It even becomes almost exciting. And not all of them want the light off, some don't care."
"Have you worked here for a long time?"
"It makes the seventeen month, now."
"You like it?"
"Yes, sure. A lot better than cruising in a park, isn't it?" he answered with a smile.
"And when do I get paid for this service?"
"Not this time, it was just a rehearsal. But normally this envelop goes to doctor Monito who will call you and give you the agreed sum. Always before the end of your shift."
"Did you ever had problems with the clients?"
"No, never. And after a while they are the same to choose you. Many are men of habit, but not all of them."
"How can you know it is the same client if you cannot see him?"
"Did you see the X on your tag? X means it is a rehearsal. Normally you will find a three digit number, each client has a different one. So, if you for instance see that he is the client number 327, who only requires a blow job, you remember what and how to do it."
"But how can I remember each client?"
"After each encounter I always take some notes. His number, what he likes and how. But with a regular client you don't even need to look at your notes. For instance, I know that the 327 comes each Friday, and that he likes getting a blow-job in a certain way..."
"From where do the clients get to the rooms? Don't they pass through the hotel?"
"No, I think they can go through two or three different ways, but I don't know. And it would be wiser not to try to find out."
"I understand. It seems rather complex, but it works, doesn't it?" Matteo commented.
"Yes, for six years, smooth like silk. I noticed that this month you and I have the same shifts." The receptionist told him. "What do you do when you go off duty?"
"What's that, a proposal?"
"Why not? I like you."
"And do you want me in the light or in the dark?" Matteo jested.
"As you like, as long as you accept doing it with me."
"Sounds interesting. I feel like waiting for you when I knock off..."
"Very good. See you later, then." The receptionist said merrily while Matteo was going to the lift to go at the floor where he was on duty.
He was longing to receive his first real service-tag...
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3
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