ITALIAN BROTHERS 3 ENRICO PICCIN by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005 written on February 2, 1996 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Dave
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"ITALIAN BROTHERS 3 - ENRICO PICCIN" 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 3 . The initiation
"Tell me what I have to do." Enrico said as soon as Augusto closed his flat's door at their shoulders.
"We will now go to sit on my bed."
"Do I have to undress?"
"Not yet. We will kiss, caress, and we will undress each other, little by little."
"And then?" the boy happily asked.
"And then... and then we will at last make love. Come."
"How?" Enrico asked, following him.
"I'll show you..."
"Yes." the boy happily answered.
At last! At last the long dreamed day had finally arrived, and with a really beautiful male. When they were finally naked the boy thought, without narcissism, that they both were beautiful, and they were right for each other. And at last he experienced the most intense pleasure he ever felt, more intense than what he could have dreamed possible.
His mentor prepared to take the boy, and while he was spreading with a finger an abundance of lube on the inviolate hole, with a long and slow massage, he told him, "At first it could be somewhat painful. I don't want to hurt you I want it to be a pleasure for you too, therefore tell me, if you feel pain."
"I know that the first times it can be painful, but I don't care. Even if I wail, you have to go on. The more we do it, the sooner I'll get accustomed and feel just pleasure." Enrico said with a broad smile.
"Who told you such things?" the young man asked him, slightly surprised, continuing to prepare him carefully.
Enrico told him about the scene he stole two years before, and the words he got to hear.
Augusto nodded, "But I hope not to hurt you."
"Anyway you can not stop. Promise me!" Enrico asked with clear eyes.
"Yes, I promise." Augusto answered pointing the tip of his quivering and abundantly lubed pole toward the virgin hole of the boy.
Enrico shuddered and smiled, waiting. He felt great warmth and relaxed under his "erastes", preparing himself to welcome him inside his body the beautiful virility he tasted a short while before... He was moved and felt that the young mentor was no less moved than him. Finally he felt his flesh opening little by little to receive inside itself the insignia of the Eros of desire made of sound flesh. He felt he was opening, blossoming, flowering together with the young man he was the delicate calyx of quivering petals, and the other the strong stem. And at last the flower, matured at the warmth of desire, and scattered all of his pollen.
When they dressed, to go back to the Piccin Mansion, Augusto asked him, "Did you like it?"
"I liked it so very much!"
"Didn't I hurt you?"
"No you didn't at all. I just felt some annoyance at first. But it was great having you inside me, at last. It was beautiful feeling your virility inside me. I was just thinking... we cannot come too often to the library, unhappily. We have to find also another place to meet. I want you inside me as often as possible. And you have to teach me several more things..."
"I will do it with real pleasure. You are an extraordinary boy. I'm glad I met you... and to have you."
"Did you have several boys?"
"I had some. That's why I can say you are special. Also because it is the first time that a boy, moreover inexperienced, asked me so insistently to make him mine. Normally it was up to me to court, to insist, to persuade."
"To court... I would like being courted... I think."
"You are my boy, aren't you?"
"Yes, of course. And you are my man. Erastes and eromenos. But you... do you love me?"
"I feel a very strong liking for you."
"Not love?"
"That will come, very naturally, I feel. You are a lovable boy."
They succeeded in finding some other occasion to make love and saw they fit very well together. Enrico was happy. He now felt more complete. He started to know and understand an important part of himself.
His mother became aware of the boys changes and one evening, during the supper, she said, "I see you are very serene lately, Enrico. I'm pleased. Is there, perhaps, some particular cause for this sudden joyfulness?"
"Particular, you say? I don't know, mama. I just feel very well. I feel I'm different, I mean."
"Different? How do you mean different?"
"I don't really know, maman. Something new entered in me and deposed its seed in me..." he said thinking to his lovemaking with Arturo, and looked with a falsely naive look at his mother.
"What an odd way to express yourself, Enrico. What are you meaning?"
"It's simply a poetic way to express himself." his father said dryly. "He is just growing up, opening to life, and becoming a man."
"You always explain everything with this sentence of yours - he is growing up! The boy becomes closed, and you say he is growing up. The boy opens and you say he is growing up!" the woman retorted, somewhat surly.
Enrico smiled for the squabble of his parents. And he placed in the conversation, with a casual tone, "Yes, I feel I'm becoming a man, it is true. And I am planning my future. I decided I will become a physician..." he said and spied his father expression.
The man stopped with his fork at mid air, then said, without looking at him, with a neutral tone, "And... why a physician?" and started again eating.
"I feel fascinated by the mysteries of human body. And I think it is a very noble profession. I know you would have preferred me becoming a notary like your father and yourself, but... I decided I want to be a physician." he concluded decidedly.
"A physician... a physician... Surely I desire you to become a notary, Enrico. You are the only son remaining to me and when I will retire to private life, I would have liked to leave everything to you, my only son."
He felt that his father, for the first time, was talking to him as to a man and no longer as a boy. His father was silent so Enrico started to say, "Yes, but..."
"Anyway we have still two years before you enter the University, therefore it is of no use to talk now about your desire, about this idea you have. We will talk about it at the right time." his father interrupted him.
Enrico felt it was useless or even negative, to insist. Anyway he had thrown the stone. And his father, even to his astonishment, while he didn't show to be happy, he had not yet denied him his wish. Possibly his father was thinking that in two years he could change his mind. But Enrico was more than determined. Beyond the myth of the man cut in halves, he wanted to understand why some men felt attracted to other men and not to women. This, because he wanted to understand himself, get to know better how he was. Therefore he will become a physician.
With Augusto, besides exchanging furtive kisses and caresses during the lesson hours, at times were able to meet to make love. Enrico liked very much being taken by his lover, and he also liked a lot when they united for the "mutual fellatio" as the boy continued to call it. Their bodies, upside down, about face, made him think of the Pisces astrological sign, therefore, when he saw that symbol for sale in jewelry; he bought one to hang to his pocket-watch chain he received as a gift for his sixteen birthday from his father. And he explained to Augusto that the silver small medal with the two fishes in colored enamel represented they while they were enlaced in making love. Augusto smiled, pleased, and kissed him.
When his sister Margherita saw the small medal, said, "That's odd, Enrico. You were born under the sign of cancer, why do you have the Pisces sign on you?"
"Do you believe such things? I don't. They are simply nice and colorful and they express harmony. The harmony of complementariness, that is all."
"Come on, tell me the truth, you rather feel a special liking for a girl who is a Pisces!" she said with a cunning smile.
"No, you are totally wrong. My liking goes rather to the sign of Taurus!" he answered as he knew that Augusto was born on May 17th.
Augusto was a really sweet young man, especially while they were making love. Enrico loved the hours when he could stay, all naked, in his man's arms, against his virile and strong body; he loved feeling him inside himself, being cuddled after reaching with his lover the peaks of pleasure. And Augusto loved the joy with which the boy welcomed him inside himself, the intense desire he could read in his eyes, the simple spontaneity with which the boy, while caressing his naked body, said to him things like, "Your eyes are wonderful" or else "I love your penis, it is splendid" or yet, "I would never stop kissing your handsome body!" Augusto was a passionate tutor and Enrico was the ideal pupil, both for Greek and for love-making - the man taught him both things with joyous devotion, the boy learned both with eager pleasure.
One day, Augusto told the boy's parents that in summer he intended to spend a month in Greece; therefore he had to interrupt his lessons to the boy.
The father seemed disappointed, "You cannot do me that - our agreement was clear, a full year of intensive courses. You engaged yourself on this!"
"Yes, you are right, sir. But the University of Bologna offered me a travel- scholarship to do some researches on places. You know that my ambition is to become a professor at that university - this occasion would be precious for my career. I cannot renounce to it, I'm sorry..."
"I cannot force you, of course, but I'm really disappointed. Can you at least find a substitute for that month, who would come to our countryside house to teach to my son?"
"It is possible... I will do my best..."
But Enrico intervened, "What if I came to Greece with you?" he asked full of hope, looking into his father's eyes to see if he agreed to allow him to go on that journey.
"There is no problem at all for me. You can live in my apartment, as the university will rent a flat for me alone and surely there will be place also for you." promptly answered Augusto, looking in his turn at Enrico's father.
"It could be a good idea, easier than changing a teacher just for a month. And living one month in Greece can be useful to my Enrico to better understand the language, even though classical and modern Greek are not the same. You really would agree to host my son?"
"Yes, it will be a real pleasure..." the teacher answered.
Thus the two lovers were allowed to go together to Greece. Enrico was extremely excited - he could spend a full month in his teacher's home, they could make love every day, undisturbed, and that in the land of Eros between males! Also Augusto was happy for that solution. Already when they boarded the ship in Venice, they shared the same cabin and, of course, the same berth.
When they were in the ship's berth, the boy asked him, "Are you really glad having me with you?"
Augusto embraced him, "Do you need asking me? Being able to spend a full month with you, in total intimacy, is way more that I could dream."
"I will not disturb your studies - anyway I too have to do my studies. And I will keep your home clean and in good order, so that you will have more free time for your researches."
"You don't need to do that. If you didn't come, I would have done everything by myself."
"But you have to devote a part of your time to give me lessons, and also another part of your time to make love with me. We will make love every day, right?"
"That's for sure!" the young man said caressing him.
"Therefore I will do the household chores, good that's settled." Enrico said and kissed him on the mouth, then lowered himself to kiss all his body until he could capture the turgid virility of his lover.
The young man happily sighed, "You have an irresistible argument, Enrico!" he murmured then, pulling towards his face the groin of his beloved, and gave back to the boy the pleasure he was receiving from him.
In Athens they settled in Augusto's small flat. Each morning the young man went to the university doing his research until noon. Meanwhile Enrico was doing the house-cleaning, his home-work, then prepared the lunch for himself and Augusto who came back home at that time. After eating together, while Augusto was revising his research materials, Enrico washed the dishes, studied some more, until Augusto stopped his own work to give Greek lessons to the boy. Then they went outside to do some tourism or just to walk a while. They went back home for dinner and finally around nine p.m. they were in bed.
They undressed each other, kissing, embracing, touching each other with growing desire until, between the drapes crumpled by their unceasing search of each other, Enrico offered himself to his lover with passionate enthusiasm.
One evening, after Augusto slowly slipped out of him after they both reached their pleasure, Enrico asked, with a very little voice, "You hope to go to teach in Bologna, you said."
"Yes, that's my dream."
"You have good possibilities, haven't you?"
"I think so."
"Therefore... we have to separate..."
"Yes, soon."
"I will miss you."
"The erastes always leaved his eromenos..."
"And you will find another eromenos?"
"If ever it happened, nobody like you, Enrico. Never, ever." the young man whispered holding the boy against himself.
"Will you forget me?"
"Do you think it possible? And you?"
"The day when I will forget my name I can possibly forget you. I will miss you."
"You will find other lovers or other beloved ones."
"Why do you use the plural?"
"Does that surprise you?"
"No... But I would like..."
"What?"
"To find the one who will never leave me" the boy whispered asking himself if he was not asking for the moon.
"You will possibly find him, one day. I wish that for you. We all hope for such a thing, but very few are the mortals obtaining this grace from life."
"But a man and a woman, normally, live forever together, once they marry. Why do you say it is rare for two men? What do we have that is so different?"
"Living together doesn't mean they are in love. Is not that what you desire? We have nothing different. Simply, not being tied by a social contract like a wedding or children forcing us to remain together, if we are no more in love we can leave each other and look for a new partner to love, differently from the married couples."
"But we... we have to separate, even if the reason is not lack of love... Isn't it so?"
"Yes, it is so."
"Why?"
"Because I have to follow my road and you have to follow yours. And also because our society doesn't allow two men to love each other, you know that. If we could love each other under the sun light, if I could officially be yours and you mine, it would be natural for you to follow me to Bologna."
"I could come to study medicine in Bologna..."
"Admitted that your father will allow you to study medicine as you would like, Padova is more famous for its medicine faculty than Bologna, and is nearer to Vicenza. Moreover it is not in a foreign land like Bologna is. As we cannot justify with our love your coming to Bologna, we cannot justify it in any other way."
"You are right. But why life is so unfair with us who love our same sex?"
"It is not life, Enrico, it is our society. And it is not unfair only with us, but with many, many others."
"Many, many others? With whom?"
"With those who society keeps in ignorance and misery, for instance. How many boys would like to study and cannot, because they have almost not enough to eat or to dress? I and you are privileged people, Enrico, in regard to this point. Society is unfair with all those who are forced to steal to survive, and then puts them under trial and shuts them in jails. It is unfair with all those who don't share the same values of the powerful, of the rulers and say it aloud. It is unfair with his sons who are eager for peace, but are sent to war for the benefit of a few... We are not the only ones to be treated unfairly, Enrico."
"But unfairness touching us directly seems worst than other forms of unfairness."
"It seems so, my sweet friend. It only seems so."
"But, do you love me?"
Augusto didn't answer at once, and the boy appreciated that pause of thinking.
"I love you, yes. Perhaps not enough, but nobody ever loves enough. The only true God is the one, whose name is Love, and we are just human beings - we cannot but live and show a pale reflection of love, even though we would like to be... gods."
"You don't just like... having sex with me."
"Surely not, even though making love with you is a great joy."
Enrico curled against the young man who wrapped him with his arms and legs.
"I would like being able to be always as we are now..." the boy murmured, then added, "Take me again, please. I need to feel you inside me, feeling I belong to you, even though we have to separate, soon."
"Yes..."
That month in Greece passed even too fast, as all the beautiful things do.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4
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