MEMORY by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008 written on December 6, 1992 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Baruch
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"MEMORY" 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.
Seven - A day of intense love
The following morning Nicola again awoke alone in the bed but this time worry free. Looking at his watch, he saw it was eight fifteen. He arose feeling elated; he bathed, dressed and entered the living room, only to find his lover absent.
Celine welcomed him with her usual friendly smile, explaining, "No, he left to buy freshly baked croissants for our breakfast. After which, he intended arousing you."
The youth searched the woman's eyes to find a hint of awareness concerning the previous night's activities.
Guessing the meaning of Nicola's inquiring glance, she added, "Yes, he told me, making me happy for you both!"
"He told you... everything?" the boy asked, sitting near her.
"All, but the most intimate details, of course. Those belong only to you. He went on to say you are in love, which your nocturnal activities reflected. That's all."
"And... how was he?"
"Gilberto? Elated! His eyes shone as never before... He looked ten years younger, I saw the old Gilberto full of joy and energy, similar to the one I first met! Even if he won 't recover his memory, last night he started to fully, intensely relive! It's beautiful, and he owes it all to you!"
"What his past holds... don't you see, is the one thing which, ah, troubles me. No, rather, after what he said last night it doesn't bother me, but I'm not able avoid thinking about it."
"Go on." Celine said, attentive.
"What if in recovering his memory, he recalls a previous amour, whom he still harbors feelings for?"
"And, your reaction...?"
"Withdrawal... even though it would devastate m e! I would try not to raise problems to him. Before, when I thought he differed, meaning he wasn't attracted to someone of the same sex, or, at least, not to me, it was quite easy for me not to step forward, not letting my feelings, my desire towards him show, not to hope, not to try, not to deceive myself. But, under the present circumstance... such a course, comes at a much higher cost in pain and suffering. Since my love for him is really deep, I would bow out, but..."
"You see, my friend, I now... I think I must tell you..." Celine declared smilingly.
She affectionately placed her hand on his. Nicola sat up, because he felt she planned to disclose important information.
Celine began, "I know him for several years, having first met in Paris. He graduated from university and was vacationing prior to his start of job hunting. I drew in Montmartre, selling my work to earn a living as a promising but struggling new artist... A t once, this handsome youthful fellow, who looked around with an absorbed, fascinated expression, drew my attention. His shimmering eyes vividly reflected a love of life, therefore I made his portrait...
"Approaching, I asked if he wanted to buy it. He smiled, saying it appeared both beautiful and realistic but, unfortunately, he had little money. Purchasing it, would shorten his holiday by days.
"Something in his bearing, demeanor, attracted me. Oh, I'm not saying physically, although he appeared stunning. It was something in his eyes, in his smile. Thus, I told him, listen, don't misinterpret my words, I'm not asking you to screw me (and he looked at me surprised, without understanding where I was aiming), however if you stay at my place, you can vacation longer. Nevertheless, you must acquire the sketch, because it's my best work, and if I'm unable to unload it, I need to change my line of work!" she paused, before continuing.
"Grinning, he bought it. So, I uttered, Good, this is my name and address! Meet me here tonight with your belongings. He replied, It doesn't matter, I willingly give up several days! Then, winking, he left. Two evenings later, we met again, by chance, in a cafe near Notre Dame. Immediately, we recognized each other and started to chat.
"He told me, Un fortunately, I must return to Italy tomorrow evening! I exclaimed, Stay a little longer! Gilberto added, Impossible! My money has almost run out! Then, I said, What about my offer, it's still valid! He, at first, hemmed and hawed, snapping a 'No thank you!', yet, in the end, I prevailed. Hence, we went to fetch his things. Bringing him to my place, I showed him he could sleep on a futon, far from my bedroom. He went on, So , it's true you don't want to make love to me! I countered, Are you disappointed? He retorted, No! While you may be pretty, I'm not attracted to you!
"He remained for five day, and, thus, our fellowship began. Since, we met periodically, almost annually , especially after moving here. About three years ago, he met his ex fiancee, Silvia. I disliked her instantly! And, the more I got to know her, the worse I hated her. Clearly, she hankered after his wealth! I told them! The vixen reacted with venom, screaming, You're jealous, because he refused to fuck you!
"Gilberto told her, in no uncertain terms, to shut up, not to spout absurd ideas. On the other hand, to me, he declared, Alright, Celine, if she desires my money as you believe, she may have it, after all, it's only cash! Sadly, he didn't leave her alone. It's amazing how a man of his intelligence and breeding could be attracted to such a lowlife... He seemed to find in her something worthy which eluded me. Thus, I never again raised the topic. I relayed my opinion, henceforth, he needed to proceed on his own!
"After that confrontation, Gilberto visited alone. One year ago, he appeared with that 'female's' youngest brother, a twenty-four year old named Angelo. They slept together, as with her and, of course, with you, because I have only a single spare bed. Almost, at once, I sensed the two were more than simply buddies. I saw them falling in love, even though the two seemed unaware. As far as I know neither had a previous same sex relationship, hence they remained blind to their developing chumminess, convinced it was a usual male bonding.
"It's when I gave Gilberto the book of Moliere's plays, with the underlined sentence. Here, at my place , nothing sexual happened between them, I am sure of this, because I would have read it in their eyes the following morning, as happened yesterday...
"Nearly one month before the car accident, he decided to go with Angelo to the opera at Verona's Arena. Arriving, there, they looked for a hotel room, they found the only vacancy a double bed. Having bunked together here several times, they thought nothing odd, hence took it. Nevertheless, the same night, they discovered their physical attraction... Angelo initiated the action, with Gilberto enthusiastically following suit, leading to their first coupling! In the beginning, they revealed in their special night together.
"Gilberto excitedly called the morning after to tell me. I believed all to be perfect. Unfortunately, it turned out his emotionally immature companion became upset (believe me, you're totally different from him). Their deteriorating relationship continued for about a month. Although, Gilberto accepted his new state with deep appreciation (he dumped the hag) his unstable partner unwound over time.
"In the meantime, Silvia refused to accept their breakup, and, with it, the loss of his fortune. She concluded something happened which took away her man, and it involved her kin. Therefore she put a pressure on her sibling until he confessed everything. As a result, and I speculate, she threatened to make public their affair unless they dissolved it. Her sibling collapsed, suffering a nervous breakdown and decided to move to Belgium where the shrew found a job for him.
"Gilberto became infuriated, leading to a major rupture. I don't know what they said, however he called me before facing her... after which I heard nothing. The letter informing me of his car accident, amnesia, you and asking if we might meet was the next news I received. Whatever words said between them, upset him so much it led to his auto mishap.
"Anyway, as I mention , you came to visit. As the old witch I am, I , at once, understood your attraction to your lover and awareness of it, I realized you feared informing him. So I told myself that the proof of the pudding is in it's eating! Although, I confess I wanted you to act, because I am very fond of you."
Celine smiled at the student, before going, "Gilberto, after that first night with Angelo, understood his attraction to other males. He realized sex with girls arose from necessity, and the desire to obtain physical relief. On the other hand, he discovered men were far more satisfying. He said, I finally concluded if you combine the carnal with the cerebral aspects of a relationship you create a perfect union which, in turn, uplifts you to a euphoric state!
"When you came here, I understood I couldn't tell him, or you, about Silvia's sibling and, of course, his sexuality. He, himself, needed to recognize his nature and take the first step. I knew you would accept it!"
"On the other hand... he might still be in love with..." Nicola said with a hint of worry in his voice.
"With Angelo? No, my friend! In his final call he told me the dude greatly disappointed him, because of his frailty, shallowness and immaturity. He stated all the emotions he thought he felt for the young man were misdirected. Therefore, even if he recovers his memory, be assured nothing will change, and, in fact, h e will appreciate and respect you even more!"
"I suppose you mentioned all the above to him."
"No! And, I don't intend to . He needn't be reminded. If he recovers, he must accomplish it on his own!"
"But, perhaps... an external stimulus may awaken in him..."
"No, my friend, he already had some, such as his meeting with Silvia, me, this home... and the bed. It's wiser to let time do the healing. Don't despair nor be disappointed with yourself. We must continue to wait."
Gilberto returned, greeting his lover with a gentle kiss in front of Celine. Then, they ate breakfast.
Then Gilberto asked, "Celine, how shall we celebrate this wonderful day?"
"Well... let's see... We might... uhh, it depends if you want something intimate or significant."
"Fifty-fifty!" Gilberto answered looking at Nicola, who nodded with a smile.
"Fine, we shall go to Perouge. With my car we can get there in ninety minutes, and even less with yours. It's an enchanting village, steeped in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries . It has delicious food as well as great quality wine, and, if you want... we could remain overnight. Within the village are clean welcoming inns ,which maintain a dreamlike late Middle Age atmosphere. What do you think?"
"Perfect! I like the idea of sleeping over. Let's quickly get ready, so we arrive in time for lunch." Gilberto replied with excitement, before adding, "Come, my Love, we must prepare ourselves!"
Taking Nicola's hand , the banker led him to their bedroom, as Celine approvingly observed.
Upon entering, the man took his sweetheart in his arms and kissed him, before asking, "Are you happy, Darling? "
"It feels as if I am in a dream . Everything is beautiful, so... right, absolutely... perfect!"
Without saying a word, both wore their best clothes. Thus, upon returning, their friend exclaimed, "What elegance, my boys! Italians are always well groomed, however you... outshine me!"
In reality, the woman, instinctively, dressed exquisitely, almost as homage to her friends' happiness.
After arriving at their destination, they rented two rooms, a double and a single. Celine and Gilberto giggled when the concierge gave the key for the larger to them and the smaller to Nicola, but they said nothing. Upon leaving, they laughingly rectified the error .
The hamlet entranced the couple. They pointed out to each other a thousand fascinating details, while Celine acted as their skilled guide.
"Was I here before?" Gilberto asked her.
"No, never."
"Very good! I'm happy this is my first time, and we are seeing it together. This will be a new shared memory, exclusively ours!"
Those words delighted his partner.
They spent the day touring, visiting the local handicraft establishments and s hopping. They lunched and dined at different restaurants, after which, they retired to their rooms.
As the couple stood near their inviting king size bed, they vigorously embraced.
"At last!" Nicola sighed, "I dreamt all day of this moment! "
"You said it, my Love" Gilberto answered, passionately kissing.
The younger started to undress his lover. His hands slightly trembled, as he undertook to strip his man for the first time. Simultaneously, his buddy mimicked his moves. Their bodies tensed in anticipation of what was to come. With heightened expectations, they lay down admiring, caressing, searching one another. They left on the lights in order to visually feast upon each other.
"Do you know your manly member turns me on, my Love?" Nicola said, caressing it. "I'm longing to have it all inside me, to feel I'm totally yours!" he added, as he kissed the worshiped object.
When they both reached the brink, Gilberto fingered the crack of his boy's ass, then whispered in a low rasping tone, dripping with lust, "I want you..."
"Yes, take me..." Nicola answered, filled with desire. Gilberto began mounting him from behind, but his pal stopped him, saying, " Enter from my front, I want to look at your face while you make love to me!"
Nicola raised his legs, folding them onto his chest, before he used his hands to open his firm, muscular bubble butt exposing his beckoning hole.
Guessing his role, Gilberto leaned. He gazed at the nice ass, gladly offered and anxious to receive him. The man bent down to kiss and lick it . His tongue burrowed deeply into the hot moist chasm until it found the tender bud, then teased it. The man lubed the love chute with saliva, prepping the open until he felt from his lover's shudders, the latter could wait no longer.
Uprighting himself, Gilberto replaced his tongue with h is magnificent, throbbing hard pole. He carefully pushed his lance into his companion's winking tunnel. After an initial tepid resistance, he felt it give way, welcoming him with open hot cheeks. Joyfully, the man gently slid inside his partner , plunging deeply.
He experienced the miracle of an intimate, complete and glorious union with his soul mate. He read, in his fellow's bright eyes exultation, acceptation, desire and giving which left him feeling, on one hand , more virile than ever and, on the other, more tender. He slowly pushed in with gentle passion.
Nicola gradually was opened, invaded , and filled by the yearned for tool. In turn, he willingly offered his being to that so longed for penetration. He felt it slip in, granite-like, yet smooth as the most tender of caresses. He felt it enter inside him, tense and shuddering, and he accompanied the slow but unstoppable progression with throbs of intense pleasure. He was reading in his the eyes of the man he loved tenderness and desire, dedication and enjoyment, and he too felt, at once, to be more manly and more alive than ever.
Gilberto thrust inside him with gratifying measured strokes, each one brought the bottom a step higher on the stairway of reciprocal pleasure. Nicola realized nobody before fucked him so completely. It wasn't a question of technique or skill, but o f true love!
The others only "took". This special man "gave" as well as "received" . It made their act much more meaningful. The enjoyment involved rapture not simply intense pleasure! The face of his lover became transfigured, illuminated, and enthralled.
They remained united for a long time, without hurrying, alternating moments of ardent joy with those of serene happiness. Upon hitting their peak of pleasure, they abandoned themselves to it and become as one. The room's lamps shone more radiantly, and the air became more rarefied and pure. Everything vibrated in harmony with their emotions exploding in a symphony of glowing colours and sensations.
As with fireworks, after the vivid, splendid detonation, a golden rain slowly falls down, gradually fading away, so, too, their bodies, following the violent release of the flushed members, leisurely relaxed in a symphony of increasingly lighter vibrations.
Their firm embrace changed into a tender hug, and only the light of their eyes, flooded with happiness, remained a witness to the beauty of what they accomplished.
"What a wonderful thing it is to say with one's complete body ' I love you'!" the man gently murmured.
Nicola tenderly caressing him, in response replied, "Yes, my Darling, it's true!"
They lay silently for a long while, each listening to the other's heart beating in deep soothing rhythm. A momentary appeasement, of course. In fact, they were exchanging short tender sentences, gentle and light kisses and sweet caresses when the passion fire, which ebbed in them, reignited.
"Nicola, I would like you to take me, now!" the man whispered, filled with yearning.
"NoÉ"gently answered the boy. "IÉ I never topped. Moreover, since you aren't used to being penetrated, it might be painful. To me, it's alright, because I love giving myself to you , I have no desire to reciprocate!"
"But, I do! I must feel you inside me. Grant me this joy, please."
"I never initiatedÉ What if I am unable to perform?"
"I beg you!"
"PlusÉ it will surely hurtÉ"
"I so want it!" the man again insisted.
Reading the heartfelt plea in his lover's eyes, as well taking head of his verbal entreaties, Nicola concluded he needed to make his man happy, he couldn't go on refusing. Kneeling on the bed, he permitted the man to engulf his hardening member. As the younger's strengthening cock started to throb and vibrate, fiercely erect and well salivated, Gilberto crouched on all fours, joyously offering his inner sanctum that wonderful instrument of desire. Nicola mounted him on his hips, with the man guiding the novice top's impressive member.
"Take meÉ" the man begged, his voice filled with passion.
"YesÉ" answered the newbie starting to push against the well salivated tight hole.
"Use force, Sweet Fellow! don't be afraid, thrust!" Gilberto encouraged him, stretching his back towards his mate to meet his lunges.
Nicola seized his own prick's root with his right hand, pushing its tip against the welcoming hole, in an effort to overcome its unconscious resistance.
"Go on, harder!" Gilberto spurred him.
"Is it hurting?" Nicola still hesitating asked.
"No! Absolutely not! Ram it... I want you in! Take me!"
Nicola concentrated, gathered his strength and delivered his first decided blow. He felt a slight resistance, then it entered. His glans became well embedded with in the tight throbbing chute.
"So, goodÉ it's there... shove it deeper!"
The once reluctant student complied, applying increased vigor until his dick burrowed one third of the way in. He experienced an intense fire invading his being, as he repeatedly, andvigorously, jabbed until he was firmly wedged in his intended's throbbing love channel. The recipient moaned, a victim to pleasure.
"It's good, Nicola. It's wonderful, feeling you inside me. Go on, fuck me now! Let me feel you r desire, how much you want me, that I'm your man, and I belong to you!"
Nicola needed no further encouragement! He threw himself in a kind of unrestrained gallop, like a colt finally freed of his reins. Both moaned their pleasure and their excitation with abandon. The youth went down with his hand searching for his man's cock, discovering it to be iron-like and undulating. Both were enjoying the vigorous ride. However, at a certain point, Nicola seemed to calm down, slowed his rhythm, stopped and gradually slipped out.
"What's up, Babes, are you getting tired?" Gilberto asked, turning to look at him, with a slightly disappointed expression in his eyes.
"No... I want to take you from the front , so I can look at you..."
Gilberto brightened and swiftly changed his position, lying on his back and pulling his legs against his chest. Applying more lube on his lover's hole and on his own member the ex novice started his second penetration. This time he found it easier, and, soon, the younger moved again back and forth in his fellow with as much vigour nevertheless more calmly.
Nicola was feeling an incredibly intense pleasure and the evident pleasure that also Gilberto was experiencing, just increased his own.
Then, shortly there after, Nicola came suddenly, unexpectedly, as he already ejaculated earlier. Despite this being his second, he deposited an abundant quantity of his white gold deep within the body of his willing bottom.
Also, soon after, Gilberto came with a copiousness of strong spurts.
Nicola, still firmly inserted in his man, acted out of character. He gathered with a finger the warm cream spread on his beloved man's chest and stomach, savoring it several times. And, he thought it tasted great, more intoxicating than the best wine. He felt his member slowly withdrawing from the warm depths of his man. Reclining on top of him, he welcomed Gilberto's hands, curling against him.
After a while he asked, "Are you in pain?"
"Not at all, I loved it!"
"But, were you injured?"
"No. I'm feeling a little... sore, yet satisfied, happy. I needed you inside me, insuring you belong to me... and, I, to you." he sobbed slightly.
Nicola, ascertaining a hint of sadness in his lover's voice, straightened up to look at him and felt his heart in his mouth.
"Sweetheart, why the tears?"
"No reason!" the man muttered, at the same time drops started to rain down onto his cheeks.
"What's the matter? You are crying!" Nicola said in alarm, before adding grief-stricken, "The last thing I wanted was to hurt you"
"No, not you. You gave me life, Baby!"
"Then... why are you crying? How comes that expression, so... sorrowful?" Nicola dejectedly asked, trembling.
"Come here, my Love, stay close to me! "
"Sure, of course! However..."
"You won't leave me?"
"No, never!" Nicola said, determinedly.
"You... whatever would happen... you will ally yourself with me for our amour?"
"Certainly, yes! If it's not you banishing me, nobody can ever pry me from you! Never!"
"Nicola!" Gilberto said, starting to tremble.
"Yes, Dearest One?"
"I, now... I now remember. I remember everything!"
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 8
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