BEACH TALES by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006 written on October 23 rd 1994 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Brian
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"BEACH TALES" 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 "STROLOKA'"
Saverio is a really handsome boy, in the flower of his twenty-four years. He is merry, likeable, always welcome in the groups of youths. He works as a sailor in a freight ship. When he is on leave, he always goes back to his town, where he has his girlfriend. He is absolutely faithful to her, he never cheats on her, and as he worries to explain to his friends, it is absolutely not true that on the ships, the sailors do it with each other. Not only he never did such things, but he never saw, heard, suspected that his mates would do it. Perhaps it was so in ancient times, when the ships didn't touch a port for several months, but now...
The only weak point of Saverio is that he is terribly superstitious and also rather a gullible boy, therefore at times his friends like to pull his leg. But he doesn't care, on the contrary, he laughs at that - he is a guy with a really good character.
He has five days of leave, therefore he is back in his town, where he at once meets with his old friends, both of his town and habitual tourists - a group of boys and girls about his same age with which he fits very well. Therefore he goes to the beach with them.
Valentina, the cousin of Saverio's girlfriend, in a moment when the couple is not there, tells their friends that she planned a joke on Saverio. Everybody at once asks her what it is - Valentina knows a boy who is there for his holidays, a nice guy, nineteen-year-old, really skilled to mimic other people - he's able to change his voice, his behaviour, his attitude, a real artist. She thought to ask him to disguise himself as a fortune-teller, one of the young gypsy girls often walking along the beach to tell the future, and to ask him to pass on the beach when Saverio is there to read his hand and to scare him a little... Then, of course, they will tell Saverio it was just a joke and everybody will have a good laugh... No sooner said than done, everybody agrees.
So Valentina goes to look for Alberto. She explains the joke to him. Alberto is game at once. They plan everything, organize the scene well. Alberto goes to Valentina's home and with her they look for the right clothes for the disguise - some old maxi-shirts that the girls use no more as they are out of fashion, an old shopping basket, a showy head-scarf, big ring-shaped ear-rings, a used pack of tarots... Then Valentina tells Alberto some details and anecdotes about Saverio and also about the other friends, so that his fortune telling could have a taste of credibility.
On the agreed morning, Alberto shaves very carefully, and then he goes to Valentina's home. She helps him to put on the clothes, also a bra filled with socks, puts some make up on his face, lipstick, earrings, the head-scarf knotted on his head... Alberto looks at himself in the mirror - he is totally unrecognizable, he can easily be believed one of the young gypsy girls, strong, tall and slim, who from time to time pass along the beach. Then, when the boy imitates their accent, singsong voice, movements and gestures, Valentina bursts in laughter.
"If it wasn't me to have helped you to disguise, I'll take you for a real fortune-teller - you are absolutely unrecognizable, so dressed!"
"Stroloka', stroloka'! I'm not a fo'tune-tella, I'm a stroloka', rememba' it!" Alberto says and Valentina bursts into laughter again.
She goes back under the beach sunshade, with their friends. Alberto goes out, to the beach, but well down - he will do the scene approaching Valentina's place. So he starts to walk up the beach, between the umbrellas, shouting the call, "Tha strolokaaa'... who want'a strolokaaaa'? Luv, bus'ness, fam'ly an' heaaaalth!"
Somebody calls him. He is not far from Valentina and her friends place, so he goes and tells the fortune to the tourist, takes his money and goes on. Another client calls him- really everybody believes he is fortune-teller, a gypsy. Then, he finally passes, shouting his drawl like call, in front of the umbrella under which Saverio is sitting.
"Hey, let's call her!" one of the friends says.
"Yes, good!" another one adds.
One of the girls calls, "Astrologer... come here, please."
Alberto goes to the umbrella, slowly looks at each of the friends, one after the other, then says, with a perfect woman's voice and gypsy accent, "Oh, tha butyful youth... D'yu wonta me read tha handa or the tarottsa? Who of yu nic' folka wants'a'try?"
The first is a girl - what the "stroloka'" tells reading her hand, of course, hits the mark and the girl, pretending to be amazed, exclaims, "That's true! That's right so..."
She pays Alberto. Then it's the turn of one of the boys - with him the astrologer is also phenomenal, hints at some of his past that the others, including Saverio, know very well... He too pays Alberto.
And then Valentina says, "Saverio, you try too..."
The boy nods and stretches his hand towards Alberto, who studies it, then starts - he tells him that when a child he had a car accident that left him with a scar on his back (Saverio is wearing a T-shirt so "she" cannot have seen it)... that he was not real good at school and repeated twice his second middle school year... that he has two older brothers... that he works at sea and yet he's not a fisherman...
Saverio is astounded, "That's true..." he murmurs nodding at each sentence.
The astrologer tells him that he always carries a red amulet in his pocket, but that it doesn't work so often...
"But tell me my future, now." the boy asks, anxious.
The astrologer nods - love... she loves you, she'll make you happy. Money... not so much, but you'll never miss it. Work... here the astrologer stops all of a sudden, becomes dark and shuts up.
"The work? What's up, would I lose it, by chance?" the young man asks, worried.
"Noooo... itsa not the' willa sack a yu..."
"So then? What's the problem?"
"Tha p'oblem issa that... yu stronga, yu?
"Eh, tell me..."
"Issa tha' som'body maka yu a bewitcha..."
"Witchcraft, on me? He cast a spell on me? What he did me? Oh god, tell me..."
"Som'body hatesa yu. Wait, letsa see yua' heltha... Hayhay, as I fea'd..."
"What's up? I fell ill?"
"Nooo... itsa that... could'a happen a misfo'tune whila'yu wo'ka on tha ship o' whatt'a 'now... all issa possibbl - I see a lotta wata', too mucha, yu 'ndestanda?"
Saverio becomes pale, he is really worried. "But... wouldn't it be possible to pull away this witchcraft?" He asks.
"Embeh... w'cann see the tarotta and who'nows..."
"Yes, read me the tarots..."
"But it costa yu fiv-hundert moa liras..."
"Yes, yes..." Saverio says and gives him the money at once.
Alberto takes the tarots, shuffles, looks, turns, thinks...
"So then?"
"Embeh... itsa notta so easy..."
"What?"
"Pulla away tha witchc'aft sucha this!"
"Anything, really... tell me..."
"Embeh... in f'onta all thissa peopla..."
"Let's go elsewhere, then, but you have to tell me everything, really everything..."
The friends are somewhat disappointed, but then they think that this mystery atmosphere is another good invention of Alberto to better frighten their friend, so they don't complain.
The two go a distance and then Alberto, pretending to be looking for the best words, as if he was speaking reluctantly, almost if Saverio had to pull out the words from his mouth... says to the frightened Saverio that the only means to nullify the witchcraft is finding a boy not yet twenty-years-old, dressed as he is dressed now, a white T-shirt with blue stripes and white jeans, and... who is willing to make love with him! Only so the witchcraft can pass to that boy and be nullified.
A boy? A male? Saverio asks, appalled. Yes. There is no other way? No. And anyway you have to say not a word to anyone else or the witchcraft will come back. But... Saverio asks, nonplussed, how can I find someone like that, with my same clothes and... willing to do such things? You look for him, and when you find him, you ask him. It's the fate sending you such a boy. And you have to make love with him exactly as he asks you.
Alberto goes away continuing for a while to make a scene, and getting some more money, until he is no more in sight of Valentina's umbrella and he goes back to her house to change his clothes and clean his face. Valentina is already there waiting for him. She tells him he has been wonderful, that Saverio fell for the whole story.
Then she asks him, "But what did you tell him when you were alone?"
"Nothing special, just bullshit - he has to wear the same clothes he's wearing today until he sees somebody clothed exactly like him. But I made him swear he will say nothing to anybody, or else the witchcraft will go back to him. That's why I took him away and spoke to him in secret..."
Valentina laughs, she took it. Alberto is satisfied. He already has white jeans, and a T-shirt with white and blue strips identical to that of Saverio, he knows where to buy it. Saverio is a really handsome male, and Alberto is gay, even though Valentina and the others don't know this last detail...
Alberto goes to buy the right T-shirt - it costs him less that what he earned on the beach... He takes it to his room and hides it in a drawer; he wants to wait two or three days, so that the young man will cook for a while in his fear. The day before Saverio has to go back to work, he will cross his road, to be seen by him... He is certain that Saverio will not recognize he is the "stroloka'".
On the right day, Alberto wears the clothes identical to those of Saverio and goes to sit at the tables outside the bar in front of the city hall. He just has to wait, Saverio always passes there when he goes to the beach. He wears sunglasses, is smoking a cigarette and pretends to be reading a newspaper. Here Saverio is, the handsome sailor is coming.
Saverio looks around - he does just that, after that day - and sees Alberto. He stops. His heart drums. God, happily I found him... he thinks. He goes towards Alberto, hesitant, he stops near him and when Alberto raises his head from the newspaper and looks at him, Saverio, with a hesitant voice, talks to him.
"May I... sit here... with you?"
"Yes, please..."
"I... I was looking at you and... we have the same cloths..."
"Right, almost identical. What a coincidence!" Alberto says.
"Yes, isn't it? Do you live here?"
"No, I'm just passing through. I'm leaving tomorrow..."
"In fact I never saw you, before... Are you in an hotel?"
"No, in a room at a friends house."
"So, then... you're not alone..."
"Now they are all at the beach... Why?"
"May I come to your room, then?" Saverio hurriedly says and blushes.
"Yes, why not... Would you like spending some time with me, alone?" Alberto asks with a cunning expression.
Saverio blushes again, "If it doesn't bother you..."
"No, on the contrary... You are really my type, yes..." Alberto says, coaxing.
Saverio lowers his eyes, rubs his hands - he doesn't know what to say.
"So, then, should we go?" Alberto invites him, standing up.
He takes Saverio to his room, shuts the door with the key, puts his hands on the young man shoulders. "So, then... what would you like to do, now?" he asks with a warm voice.
"Anything you want to do." Saverio hurriedly answers, repeating the words he had learned by heart.
"Very good. Undress me, then, and undress yourself..."
Saverio seems to hesitate, but then complies. Alberto lies on his bed and makes him lie near him - he already has a full erection. Saverio not yet.
"Caress me... kiss me... as if you were my girlfriend..." Alberto instructs.
"I... your girlfriend?"
"Yes, sure, and I yours - you have to make me enjoy, and I will make you enjoy."
"But you... you like doing it?"
"When I was a boy, but then I never again did it..." Alberto lies.
"But then, why would you do it, this time?" Saverio asks, astounded, but he is relaxing.
"I don't know, I too can't explain it, can't understand it... Just all of a sudden I felt I had to... and then you came, dressed exactly like me... Go on, before I change my mind..." Alberto says.
Saverio seems worried - he didn't think of this possibility. Having got so far and then lose his only possibility to solve his problem... So he busies himself. Alberto, with pleasure, becomes aware that the other is gradually getting aroused. They kiss, they caress each other, they suck each other's nipples... Alberto evaluates that Saverio is now sufficiently excited, so he lowers to give him a blow-job, then slowly turns, while Saverio moans from pleasure, and shows his hard tool in front of Saverio's face. The sailor hesitates a while then, still hesitantly, starts to lick... and finally they are united in a good sixty- nine.
Alberto goes behind him and starts to caress his ass, then to lubricate his anus with the gel he had prepared, and wears a condom.
"Heck! What do you want to do? Are you thinking..."
"I'm preparing to fuck your nice ass, then you will fuck mine..."
"But..."
"Wasn't it you asked me to make love? If you want, we can stop and forget it..."
"No! Eh, no!" Saverio yells, "No, please, go on..." he then adds, resigned.
Alberto then takes him at his waist, puts his member on the tight hole and starts to push. He's not able to enter him.
"Listen, you have to relax and push as if you had to take a shit, or else I cannot enter you!" Alberto instructs him.
The sailor obeys and finally the boy starts to sink into him - Saverio doesn't emit a yell, not a sound. Alberto is aware that in spite of everything, Saverio is not losing his strong erection at all - a sign that he is feeling pleasure. He sinks into the sailor's ass very slowly, pushing against him and pulling Saverio towards himself. Meanwhile he caresses the still turgid genitals of the beautiful sailor. And at last, when he is into him to the hilt, he starts to pump inside his channel with real joy - taking the cherry of a young man of that age, moreover a straight man, is a real conquest!
Saverio lets the boy fuck him without offering the slightest resistance, at this point. Alberto enjoys him for a long while, until he his no more able to control himself and with vigorous pushes; he empties himself in the burning channel of the handsome sailor.
The boy is fully satisfied; therefore, lying on his back and pushing his legs against his chest, he offers himself to the handsome sailor and invites him to fuck his ass. The young man gets a weird expression, he is troubled but excited at once, his face is red and he is sweating. He lowers himself on the boy and without difficulty, enters him. Then he starts to move, at first in an almost hesitating rhythm, then more and more assuredly, until he throws himself in a real good gallop. Now Saverio's face is relaxed, he is clearly enjoying that fuck and does it with all his means.
After a while pumping into him with virile energy, without Alberto asking him to do so, Saverio lowers his torso and deeply kisses Alberto, with real passion even though a little awkwardly. That's exciting.
Alberto thinks, merrily, "A double hurra for superstition!"
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 12
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