I WAS ROBBED, OR WAS I? by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008 written on January 8, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Neil
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"I WAS ROBBED, OR WAS I?" 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 4
Massimo recalled the beautiful Sebastiano. Who knows where he was at that moment? What was he doing? Was he possibly trying to rob in another apartment? Or he was instead trying to re-balance his virility by fucking a girl, Massimo thought with a grin.
The curious thing was that they had talked about different subjects, almost like two friends, but they didn't hint at all to the sex they had just had...
Before starting to steal, besides being a pizza maker, Sebastiano was the neighbourhood tough boy. Massimo liked that mix of arrogance and gentleness, cheekiness and good manners that coexisted in the boy. He also liked the liveliness of his facial expressions, at times ironic, at times pouting, at times aggressive, at timed gentle... That boy had a really beautiful smile, as well as a lively and ready intelligence. He also had a remarkably beautiful body, a delightful little arse and a member... almost worthy to that of Jeff Striker!
He would have been a perfect photo-model, a porn model worthy a centrefold spread... and possibly even a porn star for erotic films...
At least for the moment, Massimo had forgotten all his problems. His head was filled only with the beautiful Sebastiano. And his ears were still filled with those "Ahi" that changed in "Aahh" and then in "Oohh!" In spite of everything the boy had enjoyed that unforeseen and unwanted fuck... It was a pity he didn't think to place his video camera before taking him, to record that fantastic fuck and immortalize it for his erotic fantasies to come. "Massimo number 6"... Or rather "The thief robbed of his cherry" would have been the right title.
The tape "Massimo number 5" was still on the video deck. He connected it, pushed well inside the tape, switched on the screen and pushed the play key. He comfortably settled on his preferred armchair and prepared himself to enjoy the vision of the last time he had had on his bed Paolo, the son of the milkman down the street corner, the boy who was at present on his army service in Taranto.
Paolo was really handsome, and yet he seemed totally uninteresting when compared to the beautiful Sebastiano.
Looking again at his last fuck with Paolo, he recalled how the boy wanted to get seduced by him... Each time he was delivering the milk at his home, in fact, the boy рcasuallyс touched his packet and looked at him with his big eyes, falsely na∙ve.
When he at last, made up his mind and caressed Paolo between his legs, the boy didn't react, let him do it. When then Massimo started to undress him, Paolo swore he never did "such things" before...
But the boy had a small nice arse that should have already been visited by dozens of men's members, in fact he slipped inside him at the first stroke, smoothly like a sword in its sheath, like a hand in its glove... And he also had a mouth more skilled that that of a veteran hustler. In fact later Massimo got Paolo to confess that he was not at all his first man...
Paolo later told him that he had his first sexual intercourse with a man, or better a youth of thirty-two, about one year earlier, that is when he was just seventeen. They met in a disco. The young man sat near him and buttonholed him. He asked Paolo if he had a girlfriend or if he went there with his friends, and Paolo answered no to both the questions. The man offered him a drink then asked him if he ever had sex. Again Paolo answered him he hadn't yet.
The man had him drink until he was almost drunk, and their conversation was gradually more and more insistently shifting on the subject of sex. Paolo was more and more uninhibited by the alcohol he gulped down, was at that point talking of sex shamelessly and answered to the salacious quips of his new acquaintance. At a certain point the man proposed Paolo to go with him and a girl he met at the disco, taking her on his bed, and have a threesome. After some embarrassed resistance, Paolo at the end accepted.
All three went out and went to the man's apartment where, all naked on the king size bed, they at once started having sex, kissing, touching, caressing, brushing one against the other in a tangle of limbs and bodies... But neither him nor that man did anything serious with he girl and rather Paolo was soon in the arms of the man who, after getting him well aroused, managed to convince him, with the complicity of the girl, to try to take it in his arse.
So, while the girl was giving an agreeable blow-job to Paolo and together with the man kept in position the boy, the man finally took his cherry and fucked him for a good while, as he pleased. Paolo at first felt some annoyance, but he also rather liked it.
Paolo met again that man several times, but after that first occasion the girl was not with them - Paolo in fact discovered that she was his accomplice to help him take to his bed the boys he hooked at that disco. The man, afterwards, made Paolo meet also other men, and with growing pleasure and less hesitation he let fuck him.
When Massimo tried and went with Paolo, this one stopped going with all the other men and for about one year they had sex only between them. That encounter he had recorded, with the consent of Paolo, had been their last fuck before Paolo had to quit for the army service.
Massimo switched off the video and went to the kitchen to fix something for his supper. After his meal he went to look at the TV the news then a movie. He finally tried to do some accounts to understand his budget situation... but he soon stopped, because he was just getting a mega head ache and told himself it was useless his attempt to solve his money problems...
He went to bed and fell asleep almost at once. During the night he dreamed of the beautiful Sebastiano - they were in a wood, the boy was tied to a tree and he was on him, fucking himи he could see behind him a long queue of men waiting for their turn to take his placeи There was also a man in uniform, resembling one of the doorkeepers at his building, who was nearby selling the tickets to the men who wanted to book to enjoy the little arse of the beautiful Sebastiano. But Massimo turned back with a pistol in his hand and chased everybody away, menacingly, telling them that the boy belonged to him, and only to himи
He woke up late morning on the Saturday. He took a long shower, changed his clothes then called his brother. He explained him the situation where he got to be and asked him, in case he needed it, if he could lend him some money, at least until he could find another job. His brother told him not to worry, he would give him a hand willingly.
His bother Giacomo was the only one of his family who knew he was gay. He took it well. He was married, had three adolescent boys, had a comfortable life thanks to his work as a dentist that he did with his wife. Massimo didn't like to have asked him for help, but he had nobody else he could ask and anyway Giacomo didn't raise any fuss about it.
He never had a really close relation with his brother, but not even problems. When he told Giacomo he was gay, his brother just said he had guessedи They talked for a while about it, but then they never resumed again the subject. His brother just advised him not to tell the other members of their family, and he would not even tell it to his wife.
рWhy?с Massimo asked him, рI don't think I have something to be ashamed about it. Have I? If I'm this wayи I'm just this way, it is not a fault or an illness, is it?с
рI agree, it is as you say. But you well know how people are and above all our familyи What need do you have to make public your life? You will just risk getting psychological pressure, not requested advices, absurd critiques, and pitiful scornsи No, in my opinion it would be better you tell nobody. What would be your gain, anyway?с
рTo be accepted for what I really am, and not for what they believe I amис
рSupposing that they would really accept you. But you anyway have a value and have to be accepted for what you are, apart from what you like to do in bed and with whom.с
рBut if one day I get a boyfriend, somebody loving me and who I love, I would like him to be accepted by our family as, for instance, as accepted as your wife.с
рWellи if this happens, you will reconsider the matter and you will decide what would be better to do.с
Even though not fully persuaded, at the end Massimo accepted his brother's advice.
Feeling more tranquil now that he knew that his brother would eventually help him if he was in need, Massimo started to clean his apartment thoroughly.
While he was busying himself around the rooms, his thoughts were continually going back to Sebastianoи That boy had really bewitched himи He had to pull him out of his head, because he anyway couldn't have any more occasions to meet himи He tried to remember the boy's address, but with regret he realized he could not. He would possibly have written it down immediatelyи even though it wouldn't have been of any use.
He decided that that same evening he would go to the new pub that he heard had been opened at the river's embankment. His friends told him nice people attended itи Who knews if he could meet an agreeable companion, even if just for a one nightstand?
He didn't, in fact, think he could find somebody with whom he could start a serious, lasting relationship. He had resigned himself, for a long time, to the thought he would remain aloneи even though he was not yet in his forties, he was feeling that it would practically be impossible he could find a young man, as he would have liked, one who would like to have a relationship with a mature, even if not yet old, man ass he wasи
Sebastiano told him he looked less than his thirty-eight years of ageи If he went to a gym, if he cared some more for his body, he could possibly keep a youthful aspect for some more timeи But that was surely not the moment to waste the little money he had, surely not to pay for a gym subscription.
At least theoretically he could do some physical exercises at home, or some jogging in the park that was just there close to his home. But he well knew, out of experience, that without a steady engagement, without having to respect a schedule of well-programmed sessions, it would end with him doing little or nothing.
He then thought that, before worrying about his physical shape, he should first seriously worry about finding a new jobи Any jobи And possibly also an apartment less expensive than the one where he was livingи He had to resign himself to tighten his beltи He could also try and sell something of what he had at home, as Sebastiano suggested himи He was really somewhat reluctant doing so, because he was afraid he would get little money, losing much.
He could count on his brother, certainly, for a short whileи He had some pride pushing him to try to sort himself out with his only means, but he at once silenced it, without even needing to do a big effort.
Finding a new jobи but what? He thought to navigate a while on Internet to explore and see if there were offers of workи He went to sit at his computer, switched it on, connected to the net and started his researchи But he soon stopped it, because he was finding nothing serious, nothing valid. Unhappily it was not like in the States, in Italy the net was just moving in its first steps.
He then decided to go out and buy two or three newspapers, both daily ones than the ones specialised in ads. He got to the newspapers kiosk. While he was choosing the right headings, his eye fell on the corner where were exposed the gay magazines. He could see only their headings - Gay Italia, Doppio Senso, Babiloniaи He felt tempted to buy one of them, but then told himself he had at once to eliminate all the unnecessary expenses.
He went back home and browsed through all the pages with the ads and job offers. He marked some of them with the highlighter felt pen, then, after he checked all the pages, he went back to check the ads he thought more interesting. Almost all of them had a post-box address, only two had a telephone number. He thought it was useless calling on a Saturday afternoon, so he intended to call them on Monday early morning.
He looked at his watch - it was five thirty. He asked himself what he could do. On one hand he didn't feel like to just loaf about, but on the other hand he didn't feel even like doing anything. It was that weird situation that Massimo defined as рinertial forceс, that happened to him quite seldom, but that was not even so unusual for him.
He defined it so because he well knew that, when he was loafing around, he would have liked to go on loafing, but if he decided to do something, he would like not to stop at least until it was time to hit his bed.
He sat again on his armchair and switched on his TV - there was one of the usual soap operas. He started to look at it, but soon his head started to follow other thoughts. And unavoidably he went back to think of Sebastiano.
That boy hit him, not only for his physical handsomeness, for his so variegated personality, but also for another aspect. The boy told him he never had sex with a man, he suffered his revenge, his assault, but then seemed he appreciated all that. In Massimo's head were going on to resound the boy's "ahi - aahh - oooh" almost like a sound-track accompanying and underlining a sort ofи conversion.
But, Massimo was asking himself, can a straight boy discover he likes also gay intercourses? Possibly yesи possibly at one point in your life happens something forcing you to face your true sexualityи Something you always escaped from, you always avoided to face, until you find yourself in a blind alley and you are forced to face itи
Could Sebastiano, so to say thanks to him, have understood he was really gay or at least bisexual? Or more simply, as he could not escape, he just tried to enjoy what he could not avoid? Something like it seems it happens also in the jails, on the ships, in the boarding houses or anywhere a mono-sexual community is forced to live?
Massimo had always been persuaded that, after all, excluding a really small minority of people who for psychological reasons is totally and exclusively straight or completely and only gay, the overwhelming majority of human beings is basically bisexualи but then there are also the social, cultural, religious pressures and also the accidental situations that made the scale arm shift towards one of the two extremes.
Yes, this could be the case for the beautiful Sebastiano. Even though in his deepest thoughts Massimo was hoping that the boy didn't on the contrary understand he was gayи He would have liked talking about it with Sebastianoи but on the other hand, if this didn't happen was because in that moment none of them felt like facing that subjectи Massimo, even though in a first moment had surely enjoyed putting under him that little thief, later did somewhat repent for what he did.
Massimo never liked violence, of any kind, and yet he had exerted violence on Sebastiano, forcing him to undergo his sexual attentions. How the proverb goes, рwrongly given, fairly receivedси Of course, the boy going to rob his belongings had in his turn exerted violence against him. But Massino, even though he reacted in that way, had never believed right the principle of рan eye for an eye, a tooth for a toothс.
Then Massimo recalled the relationship he had with Ugo, before meeting Paoloи It lasted something more than two years and came to an end forи exhaustion, a little like a battery that gradually runs down.
Ugo was two years younger than him, they already knew each other for three years when Ugo became his second pilot. At the beginning between them there was above all comradeship, then friendship and finally they became lovers.
The one who did the first move had been Ugo. One evening he showed up at his hotel room, a red rose in his hand and a champagne bottle in the otherи As soon as Massimo opened the door, Ugo put the rose in his hands, then the bottle, embraced him and kissed him on the lips. Massimo liked Ugo, therefore he returned that unforeseen for kiss opening his lips and their tongues started to play.
рMassimo, I would like to make love with youис Ugo told him almost in a whisper when their lips parted.
рI too would likeи but how could you know about me?с Massimo asked him, somewhat amazed for his colleagues' daring.
рNo, I didn't really knowи I just hoped thatи thus I decided it was worth taking my risk. Also because I know you enough to know that, if you didn't feel like, you would simply tell me to forget it, without making of it a war case, without running me down with our colleaguesис
рI never guessed you too were gayис Massimo told him, рI rather thought you were courting one or another of the hostessис
рYes, but to me it was only something like a game, a kind ofи social convention one has to respect, do you see?с
рA screen, not to let the others understand how you really are?с
рNo, no Massimo, just a gameис
рDon't you have a boyfriend?с
рNot at present. And you?с
рI too am freeи Just several adventures here and there, almost in all the cities were we land and stop. But nothing really serious.с Massimo told him.
рI would like to be with you, in a steady relation, I mean.с
рWe can try it, Ugoи We can see if we fit well together.с
рI think we will, we have been good friends for a while now, we know each other rather well, don't we?с
рYes and no, Ugo. We have also to see if sexually we can be a good match, as a coupleис
рWell, I like betterи being a bottom. And you?с
рAnd I a top. Therefore at least for this aspect we should fit well together.с Massimo conclude.
So, already that first night in that hotel in Frankfurt, they spent it in the same bed. They had matched really well together, they really liked each other and so, at least for the first times, they made love at each occasion they could get, with mutual pleasure.
But then, gradually and almost inexorably, the routine took over. They were still fine together, but they made love less and less. So, first Ugo but then also Massimo, started again to look around for some adventures here and there, out of their relationship.
Until one day when they decided, with mutual agreement and without traumas nor tragedies, there was no more a real sense to consider themselves as a couple, so they stopped having sex together. They remained anyway very close friends.
Ugo had really supported Massimo when the problem with his left eye arose. Only when Massimo had to leave his job as a pilot, as they could meet really seldom, also their friendship had somewhat lessened.
Now Ugo was in a couple with Antonino, a steward of Sardinian origins, tall and dark-complexioned, the classical gym-muscled hunk with a really macho aspectи рYes,с Massimo thought, рpossibly I wasn't macho enough for Ugo, as well as he was possibly a little to much delicate, even if not effeminate, for my taste.с
Right, one of the things that attracted Massimo to Sebastiano was the fact that not only the boy wasn't at all effeminate, but he even had a rather virile attitude, even though not a macho one, that was in fact united with some gentleness in his gaitи
Sebastiano! Was it possible that he was absolutely not able to keep that boy out of his head?
After the supper Massimo looked again the TV for some time, then finally, around eleven, he went out to check how was that new gay pub that had been recently opened on the river embankment, near the landing stage.
It was wide premises with modern music, but not too loud. It was rather crowded. Massimo did a greeting gesture towards a table some acquaintances were sitting. The waiters were pretty and, because of the crowd, rather busy. He found a small table still free and sat down. He ordered an Adelscot and while he was sipping it, looked around hoping to see some interesting guys it would be worth to try to hook up with.
Massimo asked himself why all the guys who seemed interested in him were of his same age or even older than him, while he was almost only interested in younger guysи But the younger boys seemed to be interested only in boys of their same age. It was possibly his fault if he wasn't able to find a new loverи he possibly expected too much from themи He wanted them to be young, handsome, intelligent, wittyи Should he learn to content in himself?
To him, if it was just for a quickie, was alright even just no more young people, or not so handsome, or not particularly intelligentи The problem was just that, since then, the one-night stands, or even of more nights but without a real affective involvement, did no more give him satisfaction. Or better to say, in a first moment they were even an agreeable distraction, a pleasurable reliefи but afterwards he felt even lonelier.
On a rational level Massimo had already resigned himself to the thought he had to remain alone, but on an instinctual level he was anything but resigned. In his deepest he was still feeling the desire, or possibly more than the desire the hope, he could one day find a lover, a real lover, somebody that is ready to give and accept love.
Around half past midnight Massimo felt fed up remaining there, alone as always, and decided to go back home, to go to bed. At the door to the premises he crossed with a friend who was going in. With him there was a boy who could be around twenty-five years old. After they were introduced to each other, Massimo came to know that the boy's name was Ernesto and that he worked at the National Library. His friend had invited Massimo to go in again and to sit at a table with them. Massimo accepted, to be able to talk for a while with Ernesto, because he at once felt attracted to that boy.
Ernesto seemed interested and fascinated hearing that Massimo had been an aviation pilot. So they chatted for a while, all three, until at one point his friend saw somebody he knew and went to greet them, going for some time to sit at their table.
As soon as they were alone, Ernesto asked Massimo, рDo you have a boyfriend, by chance?с
рNo, not Iи and you?с
рI neitherис the boy answered, then proposed him, straightforwardly, рListen, wouldn't you feel like doing something, you and I, tonight? I like you a lot, do you know? Do you have a place to take me andис
рWhy not!с Massimo answered, as he liked that youth.
So they said goodbye to their common friend and went out together. They went to Massimo's apartment. After they had a drink, Ernesto told him he didn't have too much time to stay there, he had to go back home or else his father would be pissed off with him, and thereforeи
They undressed each other there in the living room and, totally naked and well aroused they went immediately to Massimo's bedroom.
As soon as they were lying down Ernesto went on his tummy and said, рGo on, and shove all your beautiful, big, hard meat cudgel inside my arse, I really need a good screwи Fuck me, go on, stallion!с
Massimo liked the preliminaries and that request so blunt and immediate let him rather perplexed. But as it is said, рwhat you give up you loseс, therefore he complied to his guest request. He went on top of him and mounted him, then started at once to vigorously toss in and out of him.
Certainly that was not рmaking loveс, it was simply рa fuckс. Moreover Ernesto, who after a while moved on all four while Massimo was going on to energetically hammer into him, was spurring him with gross and foul expressions that rather annoyed him.
As soon as Massimo came, Ernesto, who in the meantime had masturbated himself and also came, got at once off the bed and dressed back almost hurriedly without even cleaning himself.
рI'm sorry but, as I told you, I don't have much time tonightис he declared. Then, just before leaving Massimo's apartment, he told him, рWe can possibly meet again, if by chance one Saturday you go again to the pubис and he went away without adding any other word.
Something rather squalid, in a word, Massimo thought while, alone, was taking a long and good shower. They had not even exchanged their telephone numbers, their addresses, nothingи No, he would not go again there on Saturdays, not to meet Ernesto, anyway - he was feeling almost upset at the idea of meeting him againи
When Massimo finally was on his bed it was a little past two in the night. He fell asleep almost immediately, feeling more lonely and unhappy than ever.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5
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