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 8 - Life in Milan
Giovanni started his cleaning job in the offices of Carlo's firm, and just a week later, Carlo found Daniel a job too, as a washer-up in a restaurant downtown whose owner he knew. Their working hours were similar, as Daniel went to work late in the morning, had a break from four till supper time, then worked till about two in the morning. Giovanni worked during the lunch break and from office closing time till late into the night. Giovanni's week was 40 hours, while Daniel worked about 55. They each had two free days, which unfortunately didn't coincide - Giovanni had Saturday and Sunday off, Daniel Monday and Thursday. But during their afternoons they could explore Milan together and in the mornings they could stay in bed till late, getting into the habit of making love before getting up. They were content.
Once again thanks to Carlo's help, around Christmas they managed to find a furnished studio flat that wasn't too expensive. Their new home would be vacant in the New Year.
They never developed a real friendship with Carlo, but there was a strong mutual liking. If he was home when they went upstairs to shower, they would enjoy a chat together. In this way they gradually told him their story. Then Carlo told them that one of his brothers was gay too, and introduced them. His name was Tullio, he was thirty-two, and a reporter on the financial paper "Il Sole 24 Ore". He was a pleasant enough chap, though not handsome. They became friends with Tullio, who was only a few months out of a difficult relationship and was now alone.
He told them his story....
"I was fifteen when I realised I was gay. So one evening when we all were sitting round the table at supper - Dad, Mum, Carlo, Susy and Romano, and me, the youngest - I said: 'You know, I've just realised I'm gay'.
"You came out with it just like that, so bluntly?" Daniel asked, amazed.
"Yes. In my family we used to talk a lot, mainly round the table, which was when we were all together. A few months earlier, for instance, Susy had told us she was afraid she might be pregnant by her boyfriend, but then it turned out to be a false alarm. My parents would quietly tell us their point of view, give us their advice, but after that would let us go our own way. So, it was only natural for me to tell them."
"Wouldn't it be great if we all had parents like yours?!"
"Well, yes, Giovanni, I am lucky, it's true. Anyway, as I was saying, I announced 'I'm gay'. 'Are you sure about that?' Dad asked me, 'sometimes boys have fun together while they're growing up, but it doesn't necessarily mean anything. It's just curiosity, young men starting to feel their first sexual urges'.
'No, I've thought a lot about that, but girls don't turn me on at all, not even when they're teasing me. But boys do, and how! I only have to look at them to feel totally mixed up. In the school showers I always have to be careful not to let my mates see that I'm the only one who always gets a hard-on for them... So I'm sure I am gay.'
'Then you could be right.' Dad conceded.
'I know that gay people don't have an easy life, so I thought I'd talk with you, and get your advice'.
'You did the right thing, Tullio' my Mum assured me."
"Calmly, just like that...?" Giovanni said, astounded.
"Well, maybe she wasn't quite as calm as that. Just like with Susy, I think she was a bit worried, but she didn't raise a stink. So we talked about it, and Dad said, 'You're still very young, try to avoid getting yourself involved in anything difficult or dangerous. And above all, be careful with older men, sometimes they use their... greater experience to take advantage of a young person.'
Romano, my eldest brother who was twenty-three, asked me, 'Have you got a friend?' 'A boyfriend, you mean? No, I haven't yet' I said. Then Susy chimed in and asked, 'So have you actually had sex with a boy yet?' Mum protested 'What a question! That's not the sort of thing you should ask. If Tullio feels so inclined, it'll be up to him to tell us'.
'No, it hasn't happened yet, though I would like to try'.
'I didn't ask him in order to pry into his business. It's just that when I was sixteen I thought I had a crush on the lady teaching us philosophy, but later on I realised I liked boys.'
'I don't have a crush on anyone, but I fancy everybody. Well, not exactly everybody, just the handsome ones'.
'In my opinion,' my father ventured, 'it would be better for you not to try it until you're seventeen or eighteen, when you'll be a bit more mature and have more self-confidence. And be more sure of your physical and emotional feelings too'. 'Fair enough' I said, and we moved on to another subject.
"But when I was sixteen, in Scout camp, we were sleeping in two-man tents, and the boy I was sharing with touched me and I was quite ready to play around. He'd actually been turning me on for ages, and I fancied doing it with him. So we did it every day of camp and I loved it, even when he wanted to fuck me... But then, after a few months back in Milan, he got a girlfriend, so he told me: 'It's been fun, but now I want to stop. Find yourself a girlfriend.' I wasn't really upset, just slightly disappointed. I talked about it with Romano and he said, 'It happens sometimes, don't be sad. But I'd like to give you just one bit of advice - try not to get involved in the gay scene, not yet, not to go cruising. And just in case, always carry a condom with you and make sure you use it or you'll get the clap' (In those days AIDS was still unknown)... Then he gave me a packet of six condoms.
"But I didn't do anything till I was eighteen. That was when I met my first love. He was a stable-boy at the riding club where Dad kept our horses and of which he was a member. He was twenty-six, a real hunk, with curly blonde hair down to his shoulders. In summer he nearly always went bare-chest. He was to die for. When I went to get my horse, or I took it back, I used to really devour him with my eyes. He must have realised my obvious interest, 'cos it turned out he was gay too.
So one day when I went to get my horse, he rubbed his crutch, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and looked me straight in the eye. When he took his hand away, I could see that his crutch was bulging, and when he helped me mount, he touched me quite a bit; not all that much, just more than usual. But I realised right away what he meant by it.
'Do you enjoy riding, Tullio?' he asked.
'Yes, and especially colts who enjoy being ridden.'
'I like riding a lot too, one day we should do it together - I think I could teach you some interesting manoeuvres'. He slapped my horse's rump and went off. I was all mixed up - I thought I understood what he was suggesting, but I couldn't be absolutely sure, and that hunk made me really horny. I did my usual training then took my horse back to the stable. He looked at me with those eyes of his. 'Did you enjoy that?' he asked with a provocative smile.
'Yes,' I said, 'Are you busy now?'
'Not really, I just have to put some things away back there. Will you come and keep me company?'
'Sure!' I said and followed him inside the old wooden stables, still partitioned into boxes but now only used as a store and for the feed sacks.
"He went into a box at the far end, half hidden behind the heap of feed sacks. On the floor I could see horse blankets piled one on top of the other, covered over with a cleaner tartan rug. 'Look, this is where I come when I want to relax for a bit. Nobody can find me here, I can get a bit of peace. I lie down like this, loosen my jeans 'cos they're a bit too tight...' (upon which he undid his top three buttons, and I could see a tantalising tuft of curly light brown hair, making me even hornier than before) '...and I rest here for a while, dreaming about wild rides on a hot stallion, like in the cowboy movies... It's comfy down here, wouldn't you like to try it?' he said invitingly. I accepted and lay down beside him... 'Loosen your trousers, so you'll be more comfortable' he said and immediately undid my trousers, but not just three buttons... soon we were both there naked, riding each other. It was a really great experience... and I fell in love with him.
So I started to go riding every day, first on the horse, then with him. I would go around supper time, when it was almost deserted. It wasn't long before he said, 'Look, I just want to have fun, nothing serious, please' and I said I agreed. There was little communication between us - we didn't talk very much, we just fucked, but what fucks they were! Romano warned me not to let myself get disappointed, because he knew the guy, who'd tried it on with both him and Carlo as well, but I didn't care, I liked it that way. So we carried on, until I had to do my National Service.
"In the barracks in Pavia I met a boy from Brescia, my second love. After a couple of months we were wise to each other, and we became lovers. There was even one guy who did it in the barracks, but we were afraid of being caught, and besides, we wanted to be able to take all the time we wanted, so we only did it outside. He was in love with me too and I took him home as well, to introduce him to my family. Susy told me she didn't like him, but I did. When we were on leave, he would just nip off and say hello to his family and then come with me to Milan; and we always slept together in my room."
"But weren't your parents suspicious...?"
"Yes, Daniel, they knew. But they were fine about it - we were of the same age, and I liked him very much, and that was enough for them. He only liked being a bottom, so I missed out on the other role a bit, but I contented myself with that. He was so sweet. After our eighten months of army service was over, we went on seeing each other for about a year. But then he met and fell in love with another man, so he left me. I was ever so depressed. When I was twenty- four, after many months of abstinence, I fell in love with a man of forty-one.
"My bike was broken, so I had to take the tram. We were the only two passengers on the no. 124, and he was sitting opposite me. He wasn't handsome, but he was very sexy. His tight leather trousers displayed a prominent basket that I was immediately and inexorably hypnotised by. He noticed where my gaze had come to rest and the way I was staring at him. Passing his hand over it, he smiled across at me 'Do you like it, boy?' His voice was sensual too. I looked nervously towards the driver but he couldn't see us, so I answered 'Yes!'. He moved next to me and put his hand on my bulging crotch 'Yes, I can feel you want it. Do you feel like popping up to my place?'. 'Do you live alone?' I asked him. 'Sure!' he said, so I went.
He only lived one stop away from our house. He often wore leather clothes, though he wasn't into sadism, or the leather scene. A swimming trainer, he had a lean and shapely body - and an endurance in bed that wore me out. 'Who knows how many swimmers you've had in your bed?' I said to him. 'Yes, more than one' he said, 'but I would like to have just one - you!' So we became lovers. One day he showed me some pictures of his previous boys, amongst whom was a swimmer who's now very famous. Now I'm in his album too. He took all the pictures himself, all nudes. Beautiful pictures. Sensual. He was talented. He kept them all in a big album, his 'trophy album', he called it. 'That's for my old age, when I have to live with just memories' he told me. We were together for nearly three years, then he got a job in Brazil, so we lost touch.
"And now for my last, unlucky love. I was twenty-six, he was nineteen. At the time I was working as a PR man in an advertising agency. He came to offer himself as a model, but the person in charge of selection was out, so they asked me to see him. He showed me a portfolio that he pulled out of his shoulder bag. I thumbed through it. Yes, he was beautiful and more than that, photogenic with it. 'We could be interested in you' I said, enjoying admiring his pictures. When I had finished with that portfolio, he pulled out a second one, less professionally produced, and said 'If you're interested, I have some nudes here too...?' I took it and leafed through it... he really was a hunk! Some poses were relaxed yet quite sensual, some openly suggestive, some provocative; and in the last picture of all he was aroused, his dick standing straight up to attention, I looked longer at that one than the others, then asked him 'Do you pose for porno shots too, by any chance?'. Smiling and unruffled, he asked, 'Why, does your agency do that kind of production too?'. 'Well, no...' I said 'never, up till now. But I don't rule out the possibility.'
"That one was taken by a friend'. I looked at the picture again, then back to him, 'You have a really good physique... everywhere'. 'Thank you,' he said, 'but that picture wasn't shot by a professional. I'm sure the right person could make me come out even better.' At that point, when he said 'could make me come out', I looked at him. His words were carefully chosen and laden with a subtle innuendo, and I began to get the picture. So I stroked the picture with my finger, right over his erect member, and said to him, 'I think I would be more skilled than the guy who shot this. I'm sure I would be able to make you come out better...'. 'I have a feeling you could be right...' he said with a sly smile, 'and if you'd like to give it a try...?'
"I closed the album and gave it back to him, saying 'Let me just hang onto the professional portfolio, and I'll give you an answer tomorrow. A positive one, I hope.' 'Thank you. About what time should I come and see you?'. 'At closing time, so you can be sure of being able to talk with the person in charge'. 'Thank you' he said standing up, 'I'm really hoping you can take me on, I would be extremely grateful to you...'. I told him, 'It doesn't depend on me, but I'll do my best for you'.
"The following evening I told him he was on for a test shoot. Then he asked me, 'Would you like to test me right now? I'm free tonight, so...'. I hadn't dared hope for such a chance, so I told him 'Yes, but we're about to close up here. You could come over to my place, but I don't have any lighting there...'. 'I don't think that'll be a problem', he said.
"So we went back to my apartment. He undressed at once and I saw he was already aroused. I looked at his hard-on, then at him and he asked 'What do you want me to do?'
'You're turned on.' I said.
'Yes. What about you?'
'Of course I am!'
'Then, tell me what you want me to do, anything...'
'Undress me' I said, and so we started making love. That boy was able to get me excited like nobody else ever had. We were lovers for four years. But he was a narcissist, and though we were seeing each other on a regular basis, he never refused other offers, and never tried to hide the fact from me. I was jealous, but in the beginning I accepted it because I liked him so much. But I was hurt by his behaviour as well, increasingly with every day that passed. So about four months ago I told him what I was feeling and how it hurt me, and gave him an ultimatum. 'Only with me, or we'd better separate'. Contrary to what I'd been hoping, he said 'I feel very good with you, you are the first and only man I've had an affair with that's lasted more than a few months, because I enjoy making love with you. But my freedom is far too important to me. So... it's goodbye!' So now I'm alone, and lonely..."
"Do you feel sad?"
"No, Giovanni, not really sad. Just lonely. And in a way I envy you two - in a good way. Carlo told me you were a lovely couple, and he is more than right. You two really love each other - it shows in the way you behave together. I've always looked for real love, but never found it. I've not given up hope, especially now that, thanks to you, I have seen that it is possible to find it."
All three of them enjoyed the Christmas Day they spent together. Then in the New Year, Carlo and Tullio together helped them move into their new place. Even though the only two windows looked out onto a rather grey courtyard, with hardly ever any sun, it was not bad. There was everything they needed, particularly a nice double bed and the bathroom. Daniel wrote at once to Pietro telling him their address and all that had been happening over the last few months.
It was mid February when Tullio introduced them to his new lover. He was a lad of twenty-one, rather dull, not exactly fat, but plump. His name was Beppe and he was a gentleman's tailor from Abruzzo.
After meeting him, Daniel said to Giovanni, "It's odd, his getting involved with someone like that..."
"The main thing is they get on well together."
"Yes, but... the way Tullio's always described his previous lovers, they all had fine bodies - it seemed to matter to him. You certainly couldn't say that about Beppe..."
"A beautiful body is not essential. He must have other hidden talents... And don't smirk like that, Dani, I was NOT referring to his genitals!"
"All right, all right! But I'm still amazed, because of the emphasis Tullio's previously always placed on his lovers' bodies."
"Well, maybe he was exaggerating a bit..."
"Perhaps, though a swimmer and a model are both likely to have good bodies."
"He may have realised that physical beauty is not really that important..."
"Could be. I hope that at least this time it will be Mr. Right."
One morning, after making love, while they were getting ready to go to work, Daniel said to his man, "Gio... I'm sorry that you have to be a cleaner, when instead you could be graduating and become a lawyer..."
"I'm not, because it's what I have to do to stay with you. You're job's not all that rewarding either, if it comes to that..."
"But at least while I'm washing dishes, my mind is free to think, and I can fantasise; I like that."
"Erotic fantasies, I bet!" Giovanni said jokingly.
"Not at all! Well... those too. Sometimes. You and I making love on a lawn, for instance..."
"Have you never fantasised about, or felt like, going to bed with another man?"
"No, never. Sure, if I see a handsome guy, it's not that I don't appreciate him. But I'm happy being with you, so I neither need nor desire anyone else. What about you?"
"Me? No. For me only you exist, on any level. But sexual fantasies about things I'd like to do with you... well, they crop up quite often, I can tell you."
"Things you'd like to do? Why don't you tell me, instead of dreaming them? I would do anything with you, you know that!"
"No, what we do is perfect just as it is. That's all I ever I fantasise about, because I love it so much..."
"Would you like us to make love more often?"
"If we did it any more than we do now... I'm afraid I wouldn't have any energy left over for working. No, I'm happy with both quality and quantity, don't worry. No problems, I promise."
"Good! But I want you to be happy."
"Happy? I'm more than happy with you, don't worry, love."
Pietro's reply arrived. He was happy to hear they were well and had at last been able to get a bit settled in some ways. He was sorry that Giovanni had had to give up his studies. He himself had been taken on in the General Registry Office, and he liked the job. Novio was fine and sent his greetings. They were planning on looking for a bigger apartment where they could live together, so Pietro had started getting his parents used to the idea that sooner or later he would be leaving home to go and live "on his own".
One Sunday, Giovanni accepted an invitation from Tullio and Beppe to go with them to spend the day at their friends' villa on Lake Maggiore. Their hosts were a rich industrialist from Brianza in his fifties, and his boyfriend, a bodybuilder in his thirties. They had been living together for eleven years.
There were other guests: an older queen in his sixties with his boy of twenty; a couple in their thirties, one a chubby financier and the other a musician at La Scala opera house; a Swiss theatrical producer with his latest discovery, a twenty-three-year-old dancer from Chile; a thirty-year-old dentist with his lover, a thirty-eight-year-old trucker; a pair of circus trapeze artists, twenty-four-year-old twins, really handsome, with their respective boyfriends, an eighteen-year-old electrician and a thirty-one-year-old props-man from the same circus; and lastly, three handsome young hustlers - an Arab, a Brazilian and the third from Southern Italy. Tullio, Beppe and Giovanni made the number up to a round twenty.
The occasion was the birthday party of the hunk, their host's lover. Tullio gave him a present in his name and Beppe's and, a kind thought, Giovanni's too.
It was the first time Giovanni had been amongst such a motley collection of people, in an exclusively gay atmosphere, and he looked around, curious and amused. The twenty guests and their hosts sat round the table for lunch. Waiters appeared: five hunks of between twenty and twenty-five, dressed - or rather half UN-dressed - in black leather and studs, with unquestionably beautiful bodies and looks ranging from beautiful to rather ordinary. All had their asses bare and their genitals covered with a tight, black pouch showing off their generous proportions. During the lavish meal, a rumour went round that they were really gay porno-stars. It was true that their service at table was barely acceptable, though the food and wines were superb.
After lunch and coffee, they all decamped into the spacious drawing room flanked by a conservatory. There was music, drinks were being served. While his dancer was off talking with the hustlers, a man in his forties came over to Giovanni.
"How d'you do? Rodolfo Buttafava. Tullio was talking to me about you over lunch."
They had a long chat. Giovanni took an immediate liking to the Swiss producer. As they were talking, he noticed that, while continuing to chat with their host, the bejewelled queen in his sixties slipped a hand into the trousers of his boyfriend, a rather handsome little ruffian, and started fingering him. The host's boyfriend, sitting beside his lover, was embracing the Brazilian hustler and French kissing him wildly.
Rodolfo noticed Giovanni's astonished glances. "First time at this kind of party?"
"Yes... this is my first time, Mr Buttafava."
"Well... you're going to see something extraordinary..."
"An orgy? Group sex?"
"Oh no, never anything like that! You see, my dear sir, an 'orgy' would be too... decadent and unfashionable. And 'group sex' too proletarian." he replied with irony, "but other than that... whatever you like. But let's use first names, shall we...?"
"Oh yes, please, Rodolfo."
"Just look at my latest discovery now..."
The wonderful Chilean dancer was petting the Arab hustler.
"But... he's your boyfriend, isn't he?"
"We fuck, sure, but he's not my lover. It's only a shame your boyfriend couldn't come..."
"I think he'd feel even more embarrassed than me..."
"Embarrassed? Are you embarrassed Giovanni?"
"Well, a bit... Daniel and I only ever make love together and we would never do it in front of other people. Certainly never with anyone else!"
"Oh, a 'Real Couple'! They do still exist, then? And how long have you been together?"
"About three years."
"And never cheated, really never, not even a teeny, weeny adventure?"
"No, never."
"How nice! But aren't you... attracted... to anyone here?"
"Yes, more than one. But I certainly have no intention of cheating on Daniel."
"I can understand that. Nobody will force you, of course. Though those handsome twin trapeze artists do seem to have their eyes on you... Surprised? Hadn't you noticed?"
"No. Anyway I'm not interested."
"But who do you like best, in here?"
"Your friend the dancer... he has wonderful eyes and a perfect body."
"Would you like a word with him? He'd come running for someone like you."
"No - no, thank you, Rodolfo. My admiration is purely aesthetic. He's really beautiful, but he is not my Daniel."
"I admire you Giovanni, you know that?" Rodolfo said.
The master of the house clapped his hands for attention. "Gentlemen... and ladies! Just a moment of silence, please. We will now go back into the great hall to see my birthday present to my dear lover Carmine. A little show by our five waitresses - the five porno-stars that many of you will surely have recognised: Peter Harder, Pauluss Stiff, and Franz Bigger from Holland, Roland von Fallos from Germany and last but not least, Jerry Breeches from Poland!"
Everybody stood up clapping, and they all swarmed into the hall.
The big table had been cleared away and in its place there was a kind of wide, white gym mat, twelve foot square, with twenty low armchairs set all round. In the centre of the mat a metal pole reached to the ceiling; from it hung two chains ending in handcuffs. They sat in two's and three's and Giovanni found himself between one of the twins and the young ruffian. He noticed that none of the couples, including Tullio and Beppe, were sitting together. Once everyone was seated, music started and the lights dimmed, leaving only the spotlights on the mat.
The Polish boy came on "stage" - he was wearing just black shorts and a black bow-tie. He strolled around casually as if he were shopping. The other four appeared, dressed in leather, with sheer red pouches. Miming an ambush, they pounced on the handsome Polish boy. They held him fast and handcuffed him to the pole. One after another, the four attackers pulled off their pouches, their now- exposed genitals raising appreciative murmurs from the audience. They started using their hands and mouths to get each other hard. Approaching the Polish boy, they ripped off his black boxers, which fell away in pieces. They all teased him until he too had a remarkable hard-on, then one penetrated him, another squatted to give him head, while the other two were coupling on the mat. Then they took it in turns to swap places, until all four had fucked the handsome Polish boy. Giovanni was really turned on. Then he noticed that the young ruffian had opened his trousers and Carmine was kneeling between his spread legs greedily giving him head. To his right a trapeze artist (who could say which of the two?) was letting the trucker undress him.
Uncomfortable, Giovanni turned his gaze back to the show. Continuing variations on the previous action. He caught a glimpse of Tullio opposite, on all fours, taking it up his ass from the Arab hustler and in his mouth from the southern Italian. He scanned the hall looking for Beppe - he saw him, trousers down, sitting on the lap of the musician from La Scala, bouncing up and down on his hard member... A moan made him turn towards the trapeze artist, who was now naked and kneeling beside his still-clad twin, both satisfying the trucker with their mouths.
More and more troubled, Giovanni closed his eyes, but that made it even worse. The music couldn't drown the moans, groans and noises of sexual congress taking place all around him. He stood up and left the hall, retreating to the deserted drawing room. He sat in one of the roomy armchairs and leant his head back, closing his eyes and relaxing.
After a while a voice disturbed him "Any problem, sir? Are you feeling unwell?"
"What? Oh no... I just needed some quiet..." he said to the newcomer.
He was a young waiter with jacket and bow-tie, really handsome, with a smiling, honest face.
"Can I get you a drink, sir?"
"Yes, a whisky. Double. On the rocks."
"Right away, sir." the youth said with a slight bow.
He came back shortly with a glass on a tray. "Here you are, sir."
"Can you sit with me for a while? Keep me company?"
"As you wish, sir." the young man answered and sat rather stiffly in the next armchair.
"Do you work here? Regularly, I mean."
"Indeed yes, sir."
"Then you must be used to these... shows."
"In a way... yes, sir."
"Please stop the 'sir' thing. Does it bother you, talking with me?"
"Not at all..."
"I... I'm not used to... It's shaken me... upset me. That's why I came in here."
"Don't you like... it?"
"No. Oh, sure, it turned me on, but... I'm only glad my boyfriend wasn't able to come."
"I see."
"You... have you ever... taken part in anything like that?"
"No, that's not part of my duties."
"But, sorry... if you don't mind my asking... are you gay?"
"Gay? Of course, all the staff of the villa are gay."
"You see, other than with my boyfriend... and an old fling back in high school, I've never... I mean... that's not making love!"
"I agree. It's just sex, not love. Love is a serious, precious thing."
"Yes, beautiful and clean."
"I utterly agree."
"Thank you!"
"Thank you?"
"Yes, you've helped me reconcile myself with... with the gay world."
The waiter smiled and asked, "They didn't warn you about what would be happening here, did they?"
"No, I would never have accepted. I don't think I'm a prude, but...if they enjoy it, they're welcome to do it, but... it's just not for me, that's all."
"I understand. I really do."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"No. But if I had one, and if I really loved him, I think I would feel uncomfortable being here too."
"You... what effect does it have on you?"
"In the beginning I found it really exciting. Perhaps it was... taboos being broken, who knows? But then, it became wearing. I don't say I wouldn't get aroused, if I was there. But I'm not interested in it any more. Sorry, here's another guest coming, I must get back to work. Thank you for the conversation, sir. I've enjoyed it very much." the young man said standing up.
The other guest was Rodolfo, "Ah, there you are! Did it wear you out?"
"Yes, right."
"I understand. Do you feel like chatting a while, or would you rather be alone?"
"No, please..."
"Yes, I do understand, you know. To me it's part exciting, part boring. Like watching the same porno video over and over again. But let's change the subject, OK?"
"Yes, thank you..."
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 9
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