Conversation After Work

Disclaimer: This story contains allusions, words and commentaries of a gay context. That is, a gay context refers to actions of a sexual nature among two young males. Any person who feel disgust or repulsion with these acts must leave at once and not read this story.

Some comments

I intent to post here a short story connected to another much larger, titled "Jimmy La Fonte". I am translating the story from my maternal tongue. So far, I had posted only a four or five parts on Nifty, but the pace or rhythm of the story seems to be too slow for the average taste of Nifty readers. This part, "Conversation after Work" has not been posted on Nifty. I will try to see if this material suits the tastes of some of the readers in WWGSS. If this sample is not good enough for this place, I will continue writing alone for my own pleasure.

Forewords

It all happened a long time ago, at a time when ther was not yet television, or hand held radios. Entertainments were then mostly... dancing halls. But there was also a life outside dancing halls. Two boys met at a working site. It was like they were... attracted to each other at first sight. The story was a little slow to start for it took nearly two weeks of intense wooing for their love to bloom. It was long to tell, perhaps, for a short story, but here I present this piece of... just "the conversation" of the day after. You know, each one wanted to know what was inside the mind of the other; not an easy task, I presume.

One character was Jimmy; a boy of 18 that looked much younger. He was naïve, utterly innocent, for he had arrived recently from the remote islands of Kiriwati. It is not enough to live in the Kiriwati islands to be innocent. But Jimmy was like... in a prison, first class. I mean he passed almost nine forlorn years in a catholic boarding school, sharpening his wits, I supposed. But he learned only the right stuff to keep him as innocent and naive as he was.

The other boy was called Dave, a young man of 19 that looked older, like 23 or so. The most remarkable attribute of Dave was an almost constant easy smiling, like he was living in a cloud of happiness, in spite of being suffering a permanent big bulge in his jeans. His smile was like magic to Jimmy, who was naturally a little sad and lonely. Then, the constant smile of Dave enlivened his mind and made him glad. The other property of Dave was his bulging, that made Jimmy a little curious and eager to observe the sort of ill that Dave was suffering. Jimmy wanted to advise Dave to visit a Doctor, for any illness can surely be cured if treated when the first symptoms appeared.

Returning to the story, after two weeks of careful wooing, they plugged. I am not sure if plug is the right word to describe the occurrence. What I mean is that... that they connected. It all happened last night and it was a miracle... of the hard flesh. Of the hard flesh of a huge... almost incredible passion. Some passions are... unduly large. That much I can say. Then, after they finished the day's work, Dave wanted to explore a little farther into the mind of Jimmy. He wanted to go much deeper inside him.

The Conversation

At five o'clock in the afternoon they finished the work at the building site. Dave and Jimmy went out for a walk, towards the Gwendaline Street to engage in wrestling with Jovi and Michael. But as they were engaged in a lively conversation, they soon forgot of the wrestling and accorded to go home together to have dinner and a shower.

Walking beside Jimmy, a blond beauty with fleshy lips, his hair a little longer than usual showing some curls of flaxen hair, trying to escape from his head, Dave was happy and proud of himself like a newly married. He had felt great. The previous night had been a real event in his life; a true beginning. So, he was full of satisfaction. He felt renewed but wanted more.

"I am eager for the night to come," said Dave.

"What for?"

"What for? Is it that you... you did not enjoyed it?"

Jimmy did not answer.

"What I did to you. You told me you loved it."

Jimmy said nothing.

"You enjoyed having me inside you. Didn't you?"

"Well, I do not want to talk about it. I feel shame."

"Shame? Why? We didn't do anything shameful! It was pleasant!"

"Shhh! Someone may hear us."

"Nobody is near. Why are you ashamed?"

"It's that... that I am not a girl."

"I know that. But it was pleasant, wasn't it?"

"Well, I am a man. I mean... I'm a boy but... it is not right that... that I had enjoyed all that."

"Why?"

"I don't know. I am not a girl, then I should not feel that way, you know."

"But you did it, didn't you?"

"Er... yea. I did, but it ought not to be like this. This is an anomaly."

"No. It's not. It's a gift of the gods, like Ganymede."

"Who's that?"

"Didn't I tell you? Ganymede was the handsomest prince in the world. He was so cute that... the might god Zeus fell in love with him and kidnapped him."

"But why?"

"You only have to figure it out. The story does not tell us what the god did with the boy."

"Why not?"

"Well, it must be for... modesty. Among the Ancient Greeks it was not correct to speak about this. They could not talk in detail about what love was. So, they could not tell what Zeus did with the boy."

"They could not tell?"

"Everybody knows what happens when two boys meet in secret, but they could not speak of it openly."

"Then the god and the boy did it?"

"Yeah. The myth tells us, that even the gods can fall in love with a pretty boy. So, I did it You are the prettiest boy I have even seen."

"But..."

"There are not buts. The important thing is that I needed a... That I needed you. And you loved my big... hum, eh? Didn't you? You remember, how my hard flesh was... going in and out of you."

"Er... oh!"

"Tell me. I want to hear it from you. You remember how pleasant it was?"

"Well, eh... yeah. It was... it was pleasant."

"You loved that huge... feeling inside you."

"Yeah."

"And you loved my jizz spurting inside you."

"What jizz?"

"The jizz is the milk. I injected you... like a glass of milk."

"A glass full of milk?"

"Yeah. I gave an overdose of testiculine."

"What?"

"Testiculine. Don't you remember?"

"Testiculine?"

"Yes. The essence of virility. The yang of Chinese philosophy."

"The yang."

"Yeah. I told you. My thing was the yang and the hole of your body was the yin."

"You said that seriously?"

"Of course, this is Chinese philosophy. My uncle Nico told me about it. The yang is always looking for the yang. They need each other."

"Uh!"

"Then, you enjoyed my dick inside you. From now on... you will be my wife."

"But this couldn't be real! I am a boy! I cannot be this also."

"Not all the boys are made equal. Some are... a sort of Hermaphroditus."

"Herma... what?"

"Her-ma-phro-di-tus. My uncle Nico told me about this also."

"And what is it?"

"It is a long story. I have not time to tell it now. The question now is..."

Dave was looking for the right words, but Jimmy said, "The question is that I am a man. Or more exactly, a boy."

"With a very nice pert ass. Confess that my... wonderful thing gave you a lot of pleasure, Jimmy."

"Being that I am a man, how could this happen?"

"Happen what?"

"What you are asking me is not possible."

"Then... why did you let me?"

"Well, I don't know. I was fascinated by your swelling in there."

"What swelling?"

"There, on your jeans. You always have this thing bulging in your trousers."

"Then?"

"I wanted to see what you got there. What was this swelling thing. Nobody has such a bulge as you."

"So..."

"So, you were like... you were wooing me. I said to myself `he is wooing me like I were a girl', and I was a little flattered."

Jimmy stopped his confession fearing his openness.

"Then?"

"Then what?"

"You were flattered."

"I loved the kindness you were showing to me. I liked to be loved. I missed being loved, you know? I have not had a father. You understand?"

"You have not had a father?"

"No. And I was missing my mum also. She never... almost never came to visit me at school. I was educated in a catholic boarding school till my sixteenth year. I was badly in need of being loved."

"I see."

"Also... you were to me like... like a loving friend... and a daddy, all in the same package. I think that, deep down, every child loves to have a daddy."

"Sorry. I did not know this."

"Never mind."

"I'll be your daddy for sure. I promise."

They walked for a while in silence. They were thinking about the meaning of the conversation. Dave did not understand the situation totally, then he asked, "Then... why... did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"To let me... you know."

"I'm not sure. I wanted to pay for your kindness. Then, I also loved your smell.

"What?"

"Your body's smell. When I was near you... I loved your smell. Then, the first day after the wrestling you gave me your towel smelling of your sweat. That made me to love you. All the way to my home, I was smelling your sweat in my own skin. Your scent went up from my chest, to my nose. I wanted to be with you. I was like dazzled. I was like... like drunk with your smell."

"You were like drunk?

"I was inhaling your scent all they way home."

"All the way?"

"Yeah. Then, my aunt said I smelled awfully and told me to get a shower. I went to the bathroom but I did not want to shower; I loved your smell on my skin."

"You loved it?"

"Yeah! Then, I reasoned that I had to shower. Even your smell would come off with the water. My aunt would not let me to sit at the table to eat, or go to bed with that potent smell."

"Then?"

"I showered and your scent went off with the water. Then, later, while in bed, I was worried that I was thinking too much about you. I was remembering your chest, and your thighs."

"My thighs?"

"Yeah. They were very strong. Then, when you were all over my body, teaching how to do a pin on your opponent. I felt so relaxed... that I did not move at all. So, you told me, `do not stay quiet, you have to squirm', remember that phrase?"

"Yeah."

"I was so well... feeling you on top of me, that I began to fear you would think I was a pansy. I was afraid I would be rejected or scorned because of this."

"A pansy? Oh, no, my god! How I... of course, I wouldn't be wrestling like that, if you were a pansy. How would I? I like you... I like you like you are. And you aren't a pansy."

"I'm feeling much better... if you say that."

"Don't worry. You aren't."

They went on walking for a short while thinking.

Then, Jimmy suddenly asked, "So, what we did... I mean, even if we... you know, am I not?"

"What?"

"I mean... I don't even know what a pansy is. What is it?"

"A pansy? Let me see. I'm not sure either. A pansy is... is someone who... someone who shows off his condition."

"Shows off? What does mean?"

"It's showing off like a public ad of his condition."

"What condition?"

"What condition? Let me see. A pansy's is... like inviting; showing off he's available."

"Available for what?"

"To serve a man in place of a girl."

"So, he's announcing... that?"

"Yeah. "

"But I was not announcing anything."

"No. You were not."

"Then... how did you invite me to sleep in a rent-room with you?"

"Well, it must be..."

Dave stopped. He was not prepared for this question. Then, Dave asked, "What make you do... going with me to the rent-room?"

"What make me... I wanted to please you. I wanted to have a friend. If a friend asked me something... I wanted to feel that you loved me. And you were so eagerly after me... so friendly, that I couldn't reject your request."

"What you mean?"

"I wanted to help you. I loved it when we were in bed and you told me you had a great problem, and that you needed me."

"You were in need of being loved?"

"Of course. I felt alone here in Foggarty. I wanted to have a friend."

"Then you did it to help me?"

"Yeah. Now I can see that you need even more help."

"Then... you want to help me?"

"Yeah."

"And you enjoyed it when I was... solving my problem?"

"It was a big one. So big that it hurts."

"I see. But later, after the first minute passed... you began to enjoy it. Didn't you?"

"The problem is... Yes, I loved it. But this must be something abnormal."

"Why? This isn't abnormal. It's something natural."

"Natural?"

"Yeah. If you had a pleasure like you had, this is natural. It wouldn't be natural if it were caused by a miracle."

"Was not a miracle? It looked like it was."

"Well, in a sense, the pleasure of sex is like a miracle. For it does not occur very often."

"It does not occur very often?"

"No. The only pleasure I had before was done by my hand. Even if it produces an electric shaking, it cannot be compared to the turmoil of pleasures you have as... when you feel your hard meat held tightly... in a tight arse like yours."

"You said... you mean that?"

"I mean... you cannot believe what a great the pleasure it is. I have found the arse of my life."

"You found it?"

"Of course. It's you."

"Me? Are you saying I am an arse?"

"I was meaning love. The love of my life."

"It can't be. I am a boy."

"Never mind. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

Jimmy felt flattered as he felt the passion of his words. He was beginning to get used to being compared with a girl. Last night Dave was repeating so often that he was the prettiest girl he ever met. The sweet words of Dave were melting his resistance to accepting he was like a pretty girl. Perhaps he was more girlish than he ever thought of himself.

After a short silence, "Are you happy?" asked Dave.

"Well, yes. But I feel a little awkward."

"Why?"

"In the school the natives were saying I was a mahu."

"What is that?"

"I am not sure. But I did not like it. It must be like fag or something."

"How do you know it?"

"When father Amerindo did not look, they used to caress my ass, and others grabbed hard on my rear. Sometimes some of them made signs to me, like saying `ote moa' and that upset me."

"What's `ote moa'?

"It means something like suck my dick. Ote means to suck."

"And moa?"

"Moa is the pecker to pee."

"Did you suck any?"

"No!! I did not like them, for they were mean to me. They did not love me at all, for I was a popoa. As a popoa I deserved only scorn."

"If they had been nice would you had sucked any of them?"

"No. They made me hate them."

"Have you ever desired... a man?"

"What do you mean?"

"If you had liked a man."

"No. I never felt that."

"No?"

"Well, perhaps... I liked the Father Amerindo. He was kind, tall and strong. Sometimes I figured he was my daddy. I wanted to be hugged by him, to be with him in his bed, like he were my daddy. I wanted to make him happy."

"Father Amerindo, eh?"

"But I never was..."

"Why?"

"He had his favourite, the cute Makito. He was a demi."

"What is a demi?"

"A demi is a boy that is half native, half popoa."

"Popoa?"

"Popoa means the white people in the islands. The father of Makito was a popoa."

"Then?"

"He never came to visit him. Neither did his mum. So, the only dad Makito had was Father Amerindo."

"I see. Then you envied Makito, the favourite of the Father."

"Yeah. I suffered a lot. One day I was dreaming that Makito had died, and I was feeling happy for that. Then Father Amerindo saw me smiling before the dead boy laying on the floor, he looked stern at me and slapped me in the face. Then I wake up sweating a lot, for it was a very hot steamy night."

"Your story is intense."

"It was not so intense. I had never been alone with the Father like the cute Makito. Well, I was two or three times in his office."

"Did he do something with you?"

"He punished me a few times."

"Why?"

"For some faults."

"Like what?"

"I hit Makito a few times. Once I made him a black eye."

"So you were aggressive."

"No. He was pestering me."

"How?"

"Well, he said the father doesn't like you', I'm am his sweetest angel', and things like that. It was all true but this upset me and made me angry."

"Then..."

"Makito went to the father to show his blackened eye, then the father ordered me to go to his office. When I was there, he ordered me to undress."

"He asked you to undress?"

"Yeah. I hoped he would see my white skin was fairer than Makito's. That he would like my slender body. I was as pretty as Makito. But my hair was very fine and golden. And it hung long to my shoulders."

"So long? Why?"

"Because I had to play the role of an angel."

"An angel? What for?"

"This was in May. I had to chant verses to the Virgin Mary. Then I was wearing a white gown, and the Father painted my lips with a lady's lipstick and put some rouge powder on my cheeks. I was delighted at looking like an angel."

"Why?"

"Because the father liked me, and he loved me to be dressed like this. He was admiring me and said, `tu e comm'un angelino de Botticelli. Mio dolce putino'."

"What was that?"

"That means, `you are like a little angel of Botticelli'."

"He said that?"

"Yeah. But the verses to the virgin were too long and I feared that I would lose my memory in the middle of the act. Then I told the father that I did not want to chant the verses, that I feared my memory would fail and I was was very... very nervous. Then Father Amerindo kissed me on the cheek and caressed my rear buns over the white gown, so I felt much better."

"He did it?"

"Yeah. I was very excited as my dad was caressing me. I liked the feeling of his hands on my rear. He was like a daddy caressing his son. Then I knew the act would be all right, and my memory would not fail in the least."

"What about the cute Makito?"

"Cute Makito had the hair a little shorter and dark. He had not a white face like an angel of Boticelli. So, father Amerindo whitened his face with a lot of rice powder. Makito was not as dark as the other natives, then he was not white enough to be an angel. He looked more like a demon, for he had black hair. The paints in the chapel showed demons always with black hair. But the father put a blond wig on the head of Makito to make him look like a real angel."

"What happened to you with the father."

"What?"

"He was going to punish you and ordered you to undress."

"Ah! I see. Well, he asked me undress. I was fearful, perhaps he would... dislike my body. For Makito was a little more plump than me. The father must be feeding him something nutritious. So he was better fed than I was. We suffered a lot of hunger in that school."

"What happened with the punishment."

"Well, I was pulling down my shorts slowly to make it last longer. He looked nicely at me, then he changed his mind, put on a stern face and said, `I have not all day, boy'. Then I had to pull down my shorts faster."

"That was all?"

"No. I pulled down my shorts but not my underwear. Then the father said, down with your pants. Then I did it. He then grabbed me by the waist like I were a rag doll and put me on the edge of the table with my rear up. Then he slapped my buttocks two or three times, and his hand that was very sharp. It hurt a lot."

"Then?"

"He told me, I love you both equal, Jimmy. Both of you are like angels to me. Vero puti tutt'e due,' he said. Then, as he saw my buns burning red he felt compassion. Then he spread some cream on my buttocks, this is to refresh the burning' he said."

"Oh! Then?"

"Well, I loved his fingers spreading cream on my buttocks. It was very refreshing. Then, after a while he said, ok, dress up, and go to the playing yard'. So, when I was leaving he said smiling, do not sin any more, my son'. I would like to stay with the father a little more chatting, but I had to obey his orders."

"And nothing ever happened anything between you and the father?"

"Just the penitence. I loved it."

"Then, you do not like to be with men?"

"No."

"But I am a man. And you have been with me."

"I do not see you like a man, but like a friend. It is different."

"In which way is a friend different?"

"One can do a friend a favour, I suppose."

"You did me a favour?"

"Well, you were so nice to me! I could not refuse when you asked me to pass the night with you in the rent-room."

"Then did you like it?"

Jimmy was blushing and a little nervous. He did not answered.

"Then... I know it hurt you at first, but... later you were moaning. Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh! Dave! Please! Don't ask this!"

"Why?"

"You know it already. I cannot tell you about this."

Dave was glad for embarrassing Jimmy.

"Then, do you love me?"

"Of course. We are friends. You told me we were buddies."

"That's true. We are buddies. But I like to hear you say that you loved me."

"Well, it does not sound a proper thing to say. I cannot love a man."

"I do not understand. You were nicely in bed with me."

"Because we were friends, or... as you said, we were buddies."

"OK, we are buddies. But I think you loved it when I put my arm over your shoulders. You love it, don't you?"

"Yeah. It was like... I had a new friend. I had a friend at school. He was Belgian, but it was two years ago. He taught me to speak French, and lent me some books to read. It's thanks to him that I can speak French. But you were very cheeky, and you grabbed my rear. I know that a boy cannot caress the butt of his friend but... I did not complained because... well, I did not."

"Because you loved it?"

"Er... One should not let anyone to be used as a girl."

"I see, I see. Then... you love it?"

"I would not tell."

"OK. I can guess it."

"I was a little shocked, you know?"

"Shocked at what?"

"If I am a man... why I had a pleasant feeling while you caressed my butt?"

"I don't know. It must be some place... a sensible part of your body."

"A sensible part?"

"Yeah. Like the knocker on a door. You see? This iron or brass hand with a ball, to knock and call on a door."

"To knock on the door?"

"Yeah. Caressing your butt was like... calling at your back door."

"Like knocking on my back door?"

"It's a metaphor."

"What is that?"

"I'm not sure. My uncle Nico often uses much this phrase."

"Your uncle Nico?"

"I told you about him last night."

"Uh, yeah."

Jimmy was thinking about the normality of feeling pleasure when someone caresses your ass. Then he asked, "I think it's weird this feeling."

"What feeling?"

"The one on the ass."

"It's not weird. It's normal."

"You mean that... if I caress your ass, you will feel good?"

"It never occurred to me, but it is very likely. I think it is normal."

"It's normal?"

"Yeah. It means, you need... you need for me to take care of your ass."

"Why of my ass?"

"Well, it cannot not be otherwise. I am a man and you are more like a girl. Then the roles are already fixed that way by nature."

"Do I look like a girl?"

"Yeah. That's why I got a crush on you."

"A crush? What is that."

"To fall in love."

"Then, you love me?"

"I'm mad in love with you."

"Is it true?"

"Look at my hard-on."

Dave showed Jimmy the enormous bulge in his trousers.

"Can I caress your ass?" Asked Jimmy.

"No. It's not proper."

"Why?"

"A man cannot let another male to caress his butt."

"But you did it to me!"

"It's different. You were the girl... and I was wooing you. The male can caress the ass of the female."

"But I am not a female."

"Well, this cannot be true. It's only an appearance. Nature had made you different."

"Different? Like what?"

"Well... let me see..."

"You know, I have a penis like you, and balls, like any other man."

"No. You don't. Yours are much smaller and... You look like a pretty girl."

"Do I?"

"Yeah. You are more... Like Hermaphroditus. I told you last night the story. Didn't I?"

"You said you had not time to tell. You were too eager... to do the other."

"Well, we are almost at the end of our walk. I will tell you this night all... about the mythology of Hermaphroditus."

"How do you know that?"

"Uncle Nico told me. He is a freethinker and reads a lot of books."

"Well, here we are. Here is the home of my aunt. I have to take a shower and eat lunch or something."

"Well, we will meet here at about a quarter to ten. You know the landlady does not open the door after eleven."

"OK. See you later."

"See you later."

And Jimmy entered the building and started to walk up the stairs. Dave saw him going up and left for his home.

Final note:

This story should continue, for passions have been recently ignited, and there is a lot of fuel stored in the hard flesh of young Dave.

xxxxx

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