In Full Flight

IN FULL FLIGHT by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005 written on September 17th 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Brian

USUAL DISCLAIMER

"IN FULL FLIGHT" 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 - Falling in love

When Giovanni entered the club and searched for him with his eyes, Daniel felt excited and at once stood up and went towards him cheerily. The luminous smile with which the young man welcomed him as soon as he saw him made his heart pound.

"Hi, Daniel. Have you been waiting for me long?"

"No, just a few minutes." he lied, having been there since opening time, impatient to see him.

They shook hands. Once again, the boy had an erection from that simple contact. They went to the bar for a drink, then sat down near the still empty dance floor.

"How was Gubbio?" Daniel asked, just to start the conversation.

"A deadly bore, as I guessed. The ceremony at the local church, the community dinner, all the usual speeches, the obligatory photos... And all those girls trying to catch my attention, and my brother's..."

"Is he older than you, your brother?"

"Yes, two years. And better-looking than me, fortunately, so the silly little gooses were crowding around him more than me. And he did encourage them a bit..."

"Didn't you like being admired?"

"Admired? They were thinking of my money more than my body!"

"Well, I don't think your body has anything to be ashamed of, in comparison with your money..." Daniel dared to say, and immediately felt embarrassed for such a transparent remark. Too late now, it was out.

Giovanni replied quietly: "But anyway, body or money, I never feel appreciated as a person. D'you see what I mean? If I had been ugly and poor, not one of those coquettes would have wasted so much as a smile on me. I sometimes think that beauty or wealth could become a curse."

"But... I don't think so, Giovanni. Sure, the first impression, the most superficial, comes from a good body and nice clothes... or from a beautiful Ferrari, I can't deny that. But then, if that was all there was... I think I'd probably rather prefer someone ugly, well not too ugly, and poor but who had inner qualities. No, not probably, definitely."

"Happily there is still one idealist on the face of this earth!"

"No, I'm not an idealist. If you want to limit yourself to a fuck and then leave it at that, then physical beauty is gratifying, sure. But if you want a real relationship, a lasting one, the inner qualities are what count, are fundamental. How could one live around a person who is ugly inside, or just empty? A person who is rich inside... if there happens to be physical beauty as well, it's no harm, of course, like money too; but those are secondary, by a long way, and in any case are not important, not essential."

"Not everybody thinks the way you do..." Giovanni said, smiling.

Daniel asked him: "What about you?"

"Me? I agree with you. And I'm pleased you think that way."

The dance floor was starting to fill.

"Do you feel like dancing?" Giovanni asked.

They joined the floor. Giovanni was wearing white jeans, slightly tight, and a multicoloured silk shirt, soft and loose, both by Versace. Daniel, watching his fluid and sensual movements as he danced in front of him, felt himself terribly attracted to him. From time to time their eyes would meet, and Giovanni's smile would deepen, just for a moment, but enough to make Daniel's heart beat faster. Behind his glasses, Giovanni's light hazel eyes, flecked with gold, would shine each time they caught the light of the spotlights scanning the dance floor.

Those clear eyes contrasted beautifully with his long, soft black eyelashes, the strong, well-divided eyebrows, the dark hair softly falling over his forehead. His angular face was refined by soft and sensual lips, whose corners bent slightly upwards when he smiled, and by those clear, sweet eyes.

'God, to be kissed by those lips!' Daniel thought, more and more fascinated and aroused. To be able to caress him all over, but especially between his legs, that firm basket... undressing him bit by bit...

"What are you thinking about?" Giovanni suddenly asked him, straining to make his voice heard above the music's din, and reaching out towards him.

"Umm... nothing. I was enjoying the music. And... being here dancing... with you. You really are a very good dancer."

"Thank you. So are you too..."

They danced a bit longer, then went back to sit down.

"Daniel, can I get you another whisky...?"

"No, I've already had one, you know that..."

"That's why. Just one more, what do you think it's going to do to you? I don't want to have you drunk... all right?"

"OK. But just the one."

"Wait here, I'll be right back." Giovanni said, heading for the bar.

Daniel followed him with his eyes. What a splendid sight, that little round ass encased in those white jeans! Daniel slipped his hand into his pocket and caressed through the fabric the pressing turgidity that hadn't left him since he'd set eyes on Giovanni. He saw him coming back with the two glasses.

"Here... To our friendship, Daniel." Giovanni said, clinking his glass with Daniel's.

They sipped their drinks in silence, from time to time looking into each others eyes. The evening passed all too quickly. When Giovanni took him home, and asked to make a date for the following Saturday, Daniel accepted with huge delight.

The week passed slowly. He didn't say anything more to Pietro - if he'd come to the disco, he'd have seen for himself.

Saturday came at last. Daniel dressed with particular care. Even if Giovanni was out-of-bounds, he was eager to please him. They met in the disco again. Just like before, they talked, danced a while, sat and talked again. About this and that. All the time, Daniel was caressing him with his eyes, more and more filled with desire.

"Don't you miss... what's her name, your girlfriend?" Daniel asked him at one point.

"Candida? No, I told you, she's not really my girlfriend. Dad cares more for her than I do... and she cares too... even if nobody actually says as much, it seems that in their opinion it has to end in marriage..."

"But she is beautiful..."

"Sure. And available."

"Available?"

"She is longing to... do it..."

"And you?"

"Maybe she's too available, for my liking. She has the opposite effect on me. I don't say that... but I always feel as if she just wants to trap me, you see? I don't think she really cares about me. To put it bluntly, she'd like me to get her pregnant, to make sure I have to marry her. And also because we would have our families' blessings." Giovanni said. Then he looked at his watch: "If we left now, we could go to San Bevignate, before I see you home. There's a wonderful view from up there, and it's a full moon tonight. Are you game?"

At the thought of being alone with Giovanni, Daniel accepted at once. They left, and in Giovanni's Ferrari they reached the little church amongst the trees in no time. They sat on the church steps. There wasn't a soul to be seen. Giovanni put his arm round Daniel's shoulder in a friendly gesture. The boy shivered, but didn't move.

"It's great here, isn't it, after all that noise and stale air in the Equivoco?"

"Yes..."

"But... are you cold? You're trembling..."

"No... no, I'm fine."

"But... why are you trembling then?"

"I don't... don't know..."

"Daniel?"

"Yes?"

"I wanted to tell you..."

"What?"

"That I like you. You're a really special guy. Fresh, good inside... do you see what I mean?"

"Yes..." Daniel murmured, his mind in turmoil.

He didn't really understand. Was Giovanni trying to tell him that he liked him physically, that he was attracted to him? Or on the other hand, that he was grateful because Daniel hadn't tried a physical approach? Daniel was confused. That arm around his shoulder was certainly an affectionate gesture, but not an intimate one. Giovanni rested his warm hand lightly on Daniel's lower thigh.

"Why are you trembling like this, Daniel? Don't you want to tell me? I... I think I can guess..."

Daniel didn't dare look him in the eye, and murmured: "I don't... I don't know..."

Taking his hand from Daniel's leg, Giovanni took him by the chin and turned his face towards him. Looking into his eyes, he drew him slowly closer and placed a short kiss lightly on the boy's lips, then whispered: "Are you sorry I did that?"

"No, not at all."

"I... have you ever been kissed by a man before?"

"Yes..." Daniel answered, his heart pounding, and hesitantly asked: "Have you?"

"Yes, I have. Just by one man, a boy really... my class-mate in high school, some years ago... His name was Carlo-Maria. I used to go and study at his house, he was almost always on his own. Just the governess and sometimes the housekeeper. But they never came into Carlo's room when we were studying. So, after that first kiss... I was eighteen, he was nineteen... he touched me and... we ended up in his bed. We made love. No, it wasn't love, but just... the desire of two teenagers to experience new, different emotions. At least they were for me, because it wasn't his first time. It was mine. I had never tried, not even with a girl. Not all the way, I mean. Just some petting. With Carlo too... we didn't go all the way, that first time. But... gradually, over about ten days... we did. When I entered his room, we would go to bed first, then we'd study. To me this was a friendship enriched by something extra, and for Carlo too, I think. Then after the high school final exams, Carlo met Giulio and now they live together. I've never done it again since Carlo and I stopped doing it. Not with anybody, man or woman. But I was aware of feeling attracted to both sexes... though it's always the personality that attracts me first. And you... you attract me very much, as a person. Well, I like you very much physically, too. That's why I felt the need to kiss you just now. It's as simple as that. And now I've explained everything to you, I ask you again - are you sorry I kissed you?"

"No, I told you. You see, I... I like just men and... and I've liked you a lot ever since the moment I first saw you. And now that I know you a bit better... I like you even more."

"Yes, I'd guessed as much, though you did nothing to give me a clue, to make me realize. I really appreciated that, though it did make me hesitate to be open with you or not. Other people, men and women, have shown me their desire in an explicit way, with words or even by touching me... But in their eyes I read only physical desire, lust, greed... nothing more. So I wasn't interested in them. Not even Candida appeals to me, for that very reason. But you, on the other hand, do..."

"But I desire you physically as well..." Daniel murmured.

Giovanni smiled: "That 'as well' is the most important thing. And your desire, now, gives me pleasure, a great deal of pleasure, because it matches mine. Because you let me court you, and this is so beautiful. And I would like to court you some more, before... before we make love."

Now Daniel was feeling pleasurably warm inside, and stopped shivering. He put his hand on Giovanni's, which was back on his thigh again, turned towards him and they kissed in a sweeter, more intimate way.

"I was afraid this was never going to happen..." Daniel said in a dreamlike whisper, and felt his heart singing in his chest, then said: "I like the way you kiss, Giovanni. You are a splendid man."

They remained there, sitting hand in hand on the church steps, savouring in silence the proximity of their bodies. Then all too soon, it was time to go home.

Outside Daniel's house, he said to the young man: "I can't kiss you here... but I would so much like to! Can I have your phone number? Can I call you in the week?"

"Sure, I'll write it down... here. I'm alone between 3 o'clock and 6, so it'll be me that answers." the boy said, writing down his phone number in his pocket diary, tearing out the page and giving it to him.

Giovanni gave him his card: "Here's my number. You can call me when you like, it's a direct line to my room; if I'm at home, I'll be the only one to answer."

Daniel nodded, slipped it into his breast pocket and got out of the car.

"See you soon, Giovanni. And... thank you."

"Yes, see you soon, my dear friend."

In his room, Daniel fell asleep, happy. He didn't even feel the usual impulse to masturbate. Giovanni had taken him to a higher plane... Sex for the sake of sex no longer held any savour for him.

Sunday evening, while his father and all the family were watching TV, Daniel tried calling Giovanni.

"Hello? It's Daniel..."

"Oh, Daniel, ciao! I'm pleased you called. I've been thinking about you a great deal, all day. Are you calling from home?"

"Yes, my family are in the other room, watching Sunday Sport."

"Are you not interested in sport?"

"Yes, but not as much as... talking to you."

"Thank you... you're so sweet."

"Listen, Giovanni, can we meet tomorrow afternoon? When I get out of school? Are you busy?"

"Well, it depends what time. On Mondays I'm back from university by 5 o'clock..."

"I get out at 4:30. I could wait for you, if you tell me where."

"Good. I'll be coming from Cortonese Road..."

" In Vittorio Veneto Square then, around 5... outside the station?"

"Yes, that's fixed then. The first to arrive, waits, OK?"

"Yes... Thank you, Giovanni."

"Thank you."

"So... see you tomorrow."

"Yes, ciao. I'm glad you called. Ciao." Giovanni said and hung up.

When Daniel put the receiver down, his temples were throbbing.

Coming out of school on Monday, Pietro said him: "Are you coming to the book shop with me?"

"No, I can't today."

"Have it your own way... a date, I bet!"

"Yes."

"Do I know him?"

"Yes."

"So... who is it?"

"I'll tell you later. Now I have to run. Ciao!" Daniel said and ran to the bus stop, to catch the bus that was just arriving to the station.

He just caught it in time. His heart was pounding, and it wasn't just from running. Giovanni! In a short while he would see him again. Oh God! He was falling in love with him, just like a love-lorn teenager, he thought to himself, smiling at the cliche. When the station came into view at the end of Angeloni Street, Daniel looked his watch - 4:43. As he was getting off the bus, he saw Giovanni's car, and he was sitting inside. Daniel went over to him.

"You got here first!" Daniel said merrily.

Giovanni opened the door, inviting him to get in. "I drove as fast as I could. How much time do you have? Can we have supper together?"

"No... I don't know... I'd have to let them know at home beforehand. My father..."

"That's a pity. But we'll do it another time. What time have you got to be home?"

"Around 7:30."

"Two and a half hours... better than nothing. Where do you want to go?"

"Where would you like?"

"If we had more time... But I've got an idea..." the young man said and started the car. After a few minutes he stopped near Sant'Angelo Gate. "Hang on just a moment. I'll see if it's possible..." he said and went to a small door where he rang the bell.

Daniel wondered what Giovanni had in mind. Perhaps asking a friend to put them up... maybe... just the two of them... a bedroom... He became aroused, but told himself at once not to daydream. He might have anything in mind... The door opened and Giovanni spoke to somebody. After a while an elderly man came out and Giovanni followed him, signaling to Daniel to go with them. The boy left the car and, running, caught up with his friend.

The young man, pointing at the man leading the way, whispered: "He's the gate- keeper. I've known him for years. He holds the keys to the tower and for a good tip, he'll let us go up to the top. Up there we'll be alone..."

The man opened a small door and stood aside to let them enter. Then he said: "Master, pull the door to so that no stranger can go up. When you come down, you can open it from inside just by lifting the catch. Close it and come and tell me you're finished. Just be careful not to lean out, it's very dangerous up there, and..."

"Thank you, Alfredo. And don't worry, you know I've been up there loads of times, don't you?"

"Of course, Master."

They climbed the narrow, almost dark stairs, Giovanni leading the way. At last they were in the open, on the broad space between the battlements.

"Here, look what a view there is from up here!" Giovanni said, pointing all round with his hand.

Daniel drew near the battlements and, without leaning over, looked at the town below him, and the surrounding valleys. "It's wonderful! It's really wonderful!" he said in admiration.

Giovanni, behind him, lightly embraced him, without really holding him tight, and gave a gentle kiss on his neck. "Do you like it, then?"

"A lot. And... your embrace too." Daniel answered, leaning back until his shoulders were touching his friend's chest.

Giovanni caressed his chest through the light fabric of the shirt. Daniel pressed his head back to lean on Giovanni's shoulder, and the young man kissed the boy on his cheek. "I'd love to undress you..." the young man whispered.

"You can do, Giovanni. Nobody can see us here..."

"Not yet. I don't want rush things and risk spoiling our encounter. Even though I do want you... You smell good, Daniel."

Daniel smiled and turned into his friend's arms, to face him: "Would you... kiss me, at least?"

Giovanni's eyes smiled at the 'at least' and shone as their mouths met and parted.

After a long kiss, Giovanni drew back slightly and said: "You taste good too. And you just make me want you more and more. It's great to have met you, Daniel, so great... being here with you in my arms. And wanting you so much..."

Their bodies pressed against each other, their erections brushing gently together, almost as if they were saying hello. They were both all of a tremble.

"Giovanni... I have never wanted anybody as much as I want you. I would like... to be yours... soon."

"Me too, me too. I keep on telling myself over and over again there's no hurry, but..."

"But don't let's wait too long either, please..." Daniel pleaded.

They kissed again. A clock, far away, struck 6.

"The keeper will think we've fallen asleep... or we've fallen off." Daniel said, smiling to his friend.

Giovanni asked him: "Do you want to go down?"

"No, I'd like to stay here right up till the last minute we have, but..."

"All right. Perhaps it would be better to go, before he comes looking for us." Giovanni said and they made their way down the stairs. The young man continued: "If we had a place where we could relax. But at my home there is always loads of people, just with the family and servants. One day I will take you there, but... it's certainly not a place we can be in peace."

"Usually, I'm the only one home between 3 and 6 o'clock. But it's 6 already."

"Yes... Tomorrow... do you have lessons in the afternoon?"

"No. What about you?"

"I can skip the lesson. How about if I came to your place at 3:15?"

"It would be perfect. Will you?"

"If you want me to..."

"Of course I want you to!"

"So you can show me your clock." Giovanni said, pulling the small door to the tower closed behind them.

"Just that?" Daniel asked him with a provocative smile.

The young man answered, archly: "No. Everything you'd like to show me... or you want to see... Get in the car, Daniel, I'll just go and tell the keeper we're out. I'll be right back."

Daniel watched him go - he was walking as straight as a ramrod, with a slightly ambling gait, and the boy thought with tenderness he liked everything about Giovanni.

"Where are you going to take me now?" the boy asked, while the young man was starting his car.

"I don't know. None of the places seem... good enough, for you."

"For us." Daniel corrected him.

Giovanni nodded in assent, with a smile: "For us, sure."

He started to drive at a leisurely pace, as if trying to waste time. Then he drove faster and went to San Francesco Square.

"Come on. There's a bar here with some upstairs rooms. We can't have real intimacy, but at least we can sit and talk over a drink in peace."

"But we can't... touch, can we?"

"I'm afraid not, Daniel. But... we'll make up for that, I promise."

"Tomorrow? At my place?"

"Tomorrow at your place. Believe me, I want it at least as much as you do."

"I know. I can sense it."

They found a quiet corner and, under cover of the tablecloth on the small table, they could touch a leg, caress each other's hand from time to time. It wasn't much, hardly anything at all, yet this little hidden game excited them and made them aware of the gentle warmth of their proximity.

Suddenly Giovanni said, looking him in the eye: "I keep asking myself how come a boy like you hasn't been kidnapped yet."

"Would you kidnap me?"

"The more I know you, the more I think I would. If you wanted to be kidnapped by me, of course."

"Like Zeus and Ganymede?"

"No. He made the boy his cup-bearer, a servant. I would have you as my lover, not my waiter!"

"I would like to be just your waiter, if it allowed me to be near you, always near you."

"You are sweet. What do you feel for me, besides desire and friendship?"

"Can't you read it in my eyes?"

"Yes, but... I am almost scared to give it a name."

"Scared? I don't understand..."

"I'm nearly twenty-five, seven more than you. And yet this is the first time in my life I've ever felt... what you seem to feel for me."

"Love?" Daniel asked, his heart pounding.

"Right - love!"

"You mean that... that you... love me too?" the boy asked, radiant.

"I really think so. It's all happened so suddenly, so fast. But it has to be love. Because... my whole life has changed since you came into it. And just the thought of your going out of my like... makes me feel bad. I feel I need you, at this point..."

"And I need you, Giovanni. And not only physically. Feeling myself in love is a new experience for me too. And I didn't dare tell you either. I was afraid you might laugh at me..."

"Laugh? Why?"

"Because you're not gay as I am."

"Gay, straight, bi... just stupid labels. And I don't think that love cares about labels. I want you, physically as well, that's true, but it's not... pardon me, your cock or your ass that I've fallen in love with. I haven't even seen them, felt them. It's your eyes, your smile, the way you speak, you move, you reason, you act and react that I fell in love with. If I found these same things in a female body, I think I would have fallen in love with them as much as with you. I think that what we will do in bed will be beautiful, important... more than anything, because there is love, besides just desire."

Daniel listened to him, fascinated. He liked what he was saying, and the passion with which he was saying it. He squeezed his hand under the table. Then, almost in a tone of apology, but with a sweet and cunning smile, he whispered: "You might think I'm a bit of a tart, but... and I agree completely with what you say, but... I'm really longing to see you naked... and unite my body with yours."

Giovanni smiled at him sweetly: "Don't you think I am too?! I'll be counting the hours till tomorrow. The complete union between two beings, not only cannot ignore their bodies, but must express itself through the whole of their bodies. And yours attracts me irresistibly, I promise you."

Daniel repeated these words to himself as he fell asleep, and again as soon as he woke up the following morning...

At school Pietro, as soon as he was close enough and was sure nobody could overhear them, asked him: "So, who is this new flame of yours, that I know too?"

"Can't you guess?"

"Hmm... no, not a school- or class-mate, anyway. Yesterday you caught the bus for the station... someone from elsewhere?"

"No, no, from here."

"If I know him... one of our friends?"

"No, no."

"I really don't know..."

"Do you swear to keep the secret?"

"I swear. But who is he?"

"Really a secret, from everybody?"

"Yes, I swear. Come on, don't keep me on tenterhooks!"

"It's Giovanni."

"Giovanni? Giovanni who?"

"Benedetti."

"Wha-a-a-t? Benedetti? Giovanni Benedetti? Are you taking the piss? He's engaged to that blonde!"

"Yes, HIM!"

"No way! I can't believe that!"

"Well, don't believe me, if you can't. You asked."

"You mean you've fucked with him?"

"Not yet. But yesterday he said he's in love with me and I told him I'm in love with him."

"Fucking hell! It's serious then!"

"I hope so."

"And he's dripping with money!"

"I don't give a shit about his money!"

"There's no harm in it, at any rate, that's what I say. But... fucking hell! And he's such a fucking hunk too! He's not short of anything. And... is he well endowed, too?"

"How should I know? I still haven't seen him naked yet."

"But you have felt him, at least?!"

"No, not that either."

"Oh my God! A pure and chaste love! Like in... like in the... old romances! Fucking hell, if I didn't know you so well, I'd say you really were taking the piss out of me!"

"He's coming to my place today, after Mum's gone off to help Dad at the shop."

"Goodbye chastity, then! So then, the beautiful Giovanni is a poofter like us! Who'd have thought it! Absolutely above any suspicion..."

"No, I don't think he is..."

"But if he wants to fuck with you, what does that make him? Ah, I see, he's bi. Oh, those daddy's boys! They dip their wick right and left. A bit with his blonde, a bit with you..."

"Not on your life! In any case, that's his business, not yours!"

"I agree, but it's your business too. Would you like to have him in joint ownership with the blonde?"

"No..."

They were interrupted. But now Pietro had sown a seed of doubt in Daniel's head. "After all," he was thinking, "it is true, Giovanni didn't say he wanted to stay only with me. He said he likes me, or rather, he loves me. But if he loves me... Come on! If he really loves me, he can't... or can he? Maybe not with another boy, but with a girl... perhaps he thinks it's different, he can... I've probably run too fast... if he..."

That morning Daniel couldn't even follow his lessons. Luckily he didn't have any oral or written tests that day, or else...

CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3

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