NEITHER ANGEL NOR HUSTLER by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008 written on August 12, 1992 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Acam
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"NEITHER ANGEL NOR HUSTLER" 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.
Eleventh notebook
Fortunately Zio had made a rule that before leaving to go to a john's place we had to leave a note at home with the name and address of the John we were going to meet and the probable time of return. That rule already operated when I was hustling with them.
Jimmi expected to be back home (so he wrote on the note) at around two in the morning. When Mauro woke up in the morning to go to school he saw that Jimmi's bed was still untouched. A little surprised he went to check in the "notes box". The top one was Jimmi's. He read it and started to worry - he was five hours late. He then went and woke Zio up and explained his worry.
Zio told him to go to school and not to worry about it; "That john possibly just decided to pay for extra time. Sometimes that happens."
But Zio himself was really worried. He spoke like that to Mauro only so that he would not miss his lessons. As soon as Mauro had gone he re-read the note. There was no telephone number. Hoping that Jimmi just forgot to write it down he checked in the telephone book but there wasn't an entry.
"Shit a john without a telephone!" he murmured and went to wake up MemŽ and explained the problem to him and told him he would go to that address to check at once. When he got to the john's place he rang the bell by the street door several times. He was about to go when he recognized Jimmi's bike parked on the other side of the street. So Jimmi must still be there in the house. Why had nobody answered? They could have gone somewhere else but this, even though it was possible, didn't seem likely to him. He rang the doorbell again but this time he had an inspiration and he did it with a kind of signalling rhythm. I mean, we didn't have a real signal, but sometimes, when pulling each others legs we all sang a kind of tune - a rhythmic refrain that was like this - tataata tata taata. It was a kind of sung Morse signal, dot-dash-dot, dot-dot, dash-dot. He rang it a couple of times and was ready to do it again when Jimmi's voice came out of the intercom.
"Who is there?"
"Zio!"
"Praise be! I'll let you in! Come upstairs. Ring again the same way when you get here."
Zio had noticed that Jimmi's voice was weird but the fact he finally answered meant that nothing serious had happened to him. He went to the eighth floor and rang again with the same rhythm and at once Jimmi's voice came from behind the door.
"Zio, are you alone?"
"Yes, open the door."
"I can't. Nobody else on the landing?"
"Nobody. Why can't you?"
"It's locked with the key. I can't open it. Listen the john here is dead. He had a stroke around midnight. Struck dead and now cold. I can't find the key so I can't open the door. There must be another way to get out. Try to do something. Help me to get out of here..."
"I'll call the police..."
"No, please. I'll explain why not later. Try to think of something."
Jimmi's voice had a hint of hysteria so Zio tried to calm him down, "Alright. Listen, I need some time but we will think up something. I'll warn our friends and we will decide what to do. You try to stay quiet. When I ring again with that signal don't answer, just open the street door so we can come upstairs and talk to you. Alright?"
"Yes, but do try to be quick, please..."
"I don't know how long I'll be but don't worry is that O K?"
"Alright."
Zio went downstairs to a public telephone in a bar. He called home and told MemŽ, Gigi and Sparrow to come at once in a taxi.
"I can't tell you on the telephone but it's really urgent."
He then called Giorgio and me at the bar asking if one of us could get there immediately. We decided I would go. About fifteen minutes after the telephone call we were all around Zio who explained the problem to us. The fact was that we could not think what to do. Then Zio had an idea. He rang the bell to Jimmi and went upstairs alone to talk with him. He came again downstairs. He then explained us his idea and made two or three calls.
His idea was quite simple and appropriate - he traced amongst his many acquaintances a guy who was a burglar! When that guy came about half an hour later, Zio explained the problem to him and told him we would pay him if he went upstairs and opened that door.
"If there are valuable items inside I will do the work for free. If there is nothing I can take then you or one of the boys will give me a night for free alright? But you have to keep a lookout for me; I don't want to be caught red handed."
He organized us - while I was on the lookout in the street with MemŽ, Gigi stayed on the seventh floor landing, Sparrow went to the ninth floor landing while Zio and Giovanni (that is the burglar) stayed on the eighth. It took them about thirty minutes and that seemed to all of us (and certainly to the unfortunate Jimmi too) never-ending. But we finally saw them come out, one at a time, first Jimmi then Gigi and last Sparrow.
Sparrow said, "Zio is still upstairs on the lookout for that guy who is gathering his booty. He says to go back home, but I think we must wait for him here..."
It took them about one hour before they came out and meanwhile Jimmi told us in detail what happened.
His john was a man who had to be about forty-five or fifty. Jimmi went to meet him at the apartment (he used it as a bachelor pad) at around ten p.m. As usual they chatted for some time - a little more than an hour and then they undressed and got onto the bed. They lingered on the preliminaries as that john liked to do and then Jimmi lay on his belly his arms and legs well spread starting to play the scene of - "no, please, not there, I'm a virgin, you'll hurt me". The guy lay on top of him and shoved it in his arse saying as in the script - "shut up, I will do as I please; I'm the master"... and so on. In short they were playing a kind of "game" that all of us had to play occasionally. It's a kind of master-slave game but a fairly gentle one without ropes or whips or chains.
Well, the guy on top of Jimmi was fucking him in the arse horny and happy while Jimmi was still saying - "no, no, stop please, you're hurting me, you're hurting me", when he felt the man's whole body stiffen as if he was coming and then collapse on him. Jimmi at first thought the man had really come and so he lay still waiting for the man to pull out as usual. But the guy lay still and didn't move and his hard cock was still deeply embedded inside Jimmi.
"Did you enjoy that?" Jimmi asked him.
No answer.
"Hey, Livio you're still hard... What's up? Do you want an encore?" Jimmi asked trying to interpret that situation.
Silence.
In short, Jimmi realised that something was wrong and tried to slip away from under the weight of that guy. He managed to get out with some difficulty and saw that the guy was lifeless. He told us that the man had his eyes wide open and his mouth also as if he was shouting. And his cock was still hard! He felt his pulse, his heart beat - no sign of life. The guy wasn't breathing.
Jimmi then hurriedly dressed and tried to get out but the door was locked and the key was not in the keyhole. He went back to the bedroom and covered the corpse and his incongruous erection with a sheet then searched for the key in the john's trouser pockets then in his jacket and in all his clothes and everywhere. There was no trace of the key. Jimmi was already shocked by the man's death and felt he was ready to panic. He went to the lounge and had a drink. Then he checked whether he could get out through a window or via a balcony. But the apartment is on the eighth floor and he couldn't see any possible holds to climb down from there.
He couldn't risk attracting other people's attention or be seen by strangers as that john is a quite well known man with a wife and children and Jimmi was trying to avoid a scandal and getting involved in it. He told himself he must calm down and look for the key more thoroughly. He combed the whole of the bachelor pad very carefully he even moved the corpse to search the bed. Nothing! The key seemed to have mysteriously disappeared.
Meanwhile hours had passed it was already morning - bright day light. More or less when Mauro went to wake up Zio Jimmi decided he had to dress the corpse again and then to call for help. But dressing a rigid body of a man of about eighty kilos _ moreover one with a twenty centimetres long cock still hard at ninety degrees _ was a long and difficult task.
When Zio rang the bell the first time Jimmi was still trying to put the shirt on the corpse after he had just managed to get his socks briefs and vest on. He didn't answer and didn't know whether to hope that whoever rang the bell had the key or not and went on fumbling with the shirt. When he recognized the rhythm of the ringing and realised it must be one of us he had managed to get the shirtsleeves on. He stopped and went to answer the intercom. Then while Zio went to call us to organize something he went back to dressing the dead man. When at last Giovanni managed to open the door Jimmi had got the trousers on and was just about hysterical but he was finally safe!
Poor Jimmi! It took him some days to recover from the shock and for a while he had nightmares. In the newspapers we saw an article that said that the guy died of an infarct in his "secondary home" because of the breaking in of a burglar who had rifled his apartment. No allusions to the fact he was gay and no mention of Jimmi's stay there. We never found out where the key was.
End of the thriller.
Sparrow offered to go and pay Giovanni "in kind" and came back deeply disappointed.
"He seemed to be such a hunk but he was a sexual disaster. When I got to his place he said - "come here so that we can have a good screw". I was already imagining him as a kind of Robin Hood, with the difference that he stole from the dead to free the alive. I expected something adventurous and was really turned on. He lowered my trousers and his own trousers as he stood there and beat his meat quickly to make it hard. It was a little thing of no more than fifteen centimetres at most. Then he made me turn round, put some spit on it, shoved it inside me and gave at most a dozen strokes before he came. Ha, a really good orgasm! Giovanni said while tidying his trousers... That's all. A real disappointment."
We all laughed.
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Mauro got his final certificate with 54 marks out of 60. We threw a nice party for him. Zio got him a job in a tourist agency. Mauro still meets a few johns once in a while when he feels like it.
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Sparrow left us. He met an American who took him to Los Angeles. They aren't lovers. It's just that the guy works in the milieu of gay magazines and told Sparrow that he would get him a job as a porno-model and that he could also hustle there and Sparrow liked the thought. He already sent us some copies of the first magazines that published his pictures and wrote to tell us that between the pictures, the videos and the johns he is really earning good money.
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Gigi and Jimmi started a relationship. They say they are not lovers but anyway Jimmy moved into Gigi's room leaving Mauro alone; They joined their beds together and fuck almost every day and are always glued to each other like two little doves. But they insist on saying they are just friends and not lovers...
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At last Giorgio and I found a bar to manage. Business is going fairly well even though the bar isn't very large; it is in a very central position downtown. We didn't made it an exclusively gay bar though a good part of our patrons is gay. As soon as we have paid our debts and saved some money we will refurnish it and give it a more elegant and intimate ambience.
During the evenings with Giorgio we spend moments of the sweetest intimacy in bed. Not only when we screw (he is still my stallion and I am his colt) but also when we just talk quietly simply stroking and kissing each other and hugging tight. To me it's wonderful even just to touch Giorgio's body and to feel his skin as smooth as silk under my fingertips and when he shudders with pleasure at my touch.
Of course I like it great deal when Giorgio wakes up during the night filled with desire for me and soon I wake up too as my beloved man sucks me sweetly or else pushes his powerful stake into my little arse very gently and then starts to fuck me vigorously. It's a delightful way to wake up!
On the other hand he likes it a lot if, when we are alone in the bar's back room and we have no patrons I finger it through his trousers and when it's nicely hard I lower my trousers and offer him my little arse for a quickie. Or as happened one day while there were a couple of patrons sitting at a table when I crouched behind the counter knowing that I couldn't be seen and opened his fly and gave him head there and he came just as a new patron came into our bar...
But to both of us the ideal is when we make love in bed quite naked, completely peaceful and taking all the time we like. We both love the long preliminaries. We both like to take each other to the edge of an orgasm and then stop and to carry on a little later. We always make love with the light switched on as we like to look at each other. Giorgio has the sexiest body I have ever seen.
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Once I had a fever and stayed at home. Jimmi went to help Giorgio at the bar and Gigi came to keep me company. At lunchtime Gigi fixed something to eat for both of us, I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to eat with him and then went back to bed at once and he sat on the edge near me to chat. During the conversation our talk turned to memories of the first time he and I had sex on our way to Amsterdam.
We were in a kind of competition to recall the details of his sexual initiation and what we did. Certainly neither of us had any plan in saying these things. But then Gigi hugged me - it was just a friendly innocent gesture that I returned. But gradually, imperceptibly, it changed into an embrace filled with sensuality and with eroticism and we both became aroused. We started to stroke and to kiss each other in a more and more intimate way until we found ourselves naked on the bed and filled with mutual desire. Neither one of us really thought about it; we just followed our instincts as we had woken them up.
Gigi bent down to lick and kiss my ear and then my throat and then slowly traced his way to my nipples that at once hardened in anticipation and when he lingered on them I was swept by intense emotions. I was stroking him wherever my hands could reach him meanwhile and roaming over his body; he was shuddering with pleasure. He went further down towards my belly licking and sucking, nibbling and kissing and lingered on my navel. The he reached my cock (already hard) and he worked it for a long time. It made me lose my head completely and then he took all of it in his mouth letting it slip down his throat and teasing it with his lips and tongue. I wanted his cock in my mouth too so I had him slowly turn head to toe until his knees were at the sides of my head and his cock was aiming straight at my face. So we started a wonderful sixty-nine.
My hands were feeling his sinewy little arse, caressed it and my fingers sneaked between his buttocks and rimmed his little hole that was already palpitating and slipped inside it with one then two fingers, teasing and provoking him. He took his mouth away of my flushed pole and went to lick my balls then further under gradually opening his way until he was in position to work my anus with his tongue. He was licking, pushing the tip of his tongue inside and nibbling my sphincter while his hands were caring for my genitals. He was driving me mad with pleasure but his tongue down there was not enough for me any more. I wanted something harder, bigger and longer.
"Fuck me, Gigi..."
"Later..."
"No, fuck me, please!"
"In a while."
"No, now! I can't resist any more... put it all inside me, please!"
Gigi turned and I spread and raised my legs so offering him my hole eager for a cock. He knelt between my thighs and put my ankles to rest on his shoulders. While I was spreading my buttocks with both hands he aimed with his spear at my burning hole and penetrated me. He wedged well inside and pushed it to the hilt and finally started to fuck me. His face and his body seemed transformed by pleasure; they didn't seem to be those of the boy I knew any more but those of a young man in the flower of his virility. The consciousness that I was the cause of that transformation was a really exciting feeling. Also being penetrated can give you a feeling of power and of domination over the other.
When Gigi felt he was on the edge of his orgasm he stopped keeping it all well pushed inside.
"I don't want to come yet "he said, "you take me now please."
He stroked my face and bent to kiss me and slowly slipped out of me. I could feel his cock which was as hard as marble shuddering while he was slipping it out of me. Keeping me tight against himself, and kissing me still, he made our bodies roll until I was on top of him. He then spread his legs, seized my cock and guided it into himself. While I was sinking inside him I rotated my pelvis so that I could push my meat against the walls of his welcoming hot tunnel.
"Oh, Niki, "he moaned a prey to pleasure, "yes, like that. Make me feel all of it. Oh how good. Yeeees... go on..."
My balls were finally pressed against his warm buttocks.
"Bang me hard!" Gigi beseeched me.
I then started to ride him with vigorous strokes holding him by his shoulders.
"How good, Niki, how good..." he was panting enjoying my assaults.
We went on making love like that alternating our penetration of each other and forgetting the time and the rest of the world, until the pleasure was so intense that none of us was able to control himself any more and we climaxed in an overwhelming orgasm. Tightly embraced and panting heavily, we lay down on the muddled bed slowly coming back to reality.
And for the first time I thought of Giorgio. And at once I felt confused and full of shame. I cheated on him there on our bed and with a dear friend.
Gigi saw a shadow over my face and guessed that something was upsetting me.
"Nikki, what's the matter?" he asked.
I simply answered, "Giorgio... he didn't deserve that..."
I felt him stiffen and then he said, "It's my fault, Niki... I shouldn't have... I'm sorry."
"Your fault as much as mine or rather more mine than yours."
"Are you going to tell him?"
"I must. Between him and me we never have any secrets."
Gigi still hugged me. He stroked my back and said, "I will tell him and ask him for forgiveness. I will tell him it is not your fault and that I started all this. Moreover you aren't really responsible as you are ill and weak..."
"No, I was fully conscious of of my desire and yours. I didn't think of him but only of myself at that moment. That was what was wrong ..."
"Niki, I'm really sorry. I didn't think of Stallion either or else... I just thought of the two of us and of my desire for you. You see you were my first man and... and my first time with you was so beautiful... and this time it was even more beautiful for me..."
"Yes, it was really beautiful. But it would have been far better if we hadn't done it."
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When Giorgio came back from the bar Gigi wanted to be there even though I decided it should be me to confess to my man what I had done.
"Giorgio, sit here on the bed... I must tell you something now."
"Hey, what a face my love! What happened? Some problem?"
"I'm afraid... I fear so."
Giorgio seeing my serious expression became serious in turn. He sat on the bed with his legs crossed and took my hand in his hands and looked straight into my eyes.
With a gentle expression he asked, "Well?"
I told him about all that happened between Gigi and me, not without difficulty and I felt terribly ashamed but I didn't make excuses or look for extenuating circumstances. I just told him the whole truth. Giorgio listened without interrupting me still keeping my hand between his own hands and still looking in my eyes with the same gentle expression. When I finished telling him I lowered my eyes and turned my head away. He put a hand under my chin and turned my face back towards him.
"Nicola, may I ask you some questions?"
"Of course..."
"Did you enjoy making love with Gigi?"
"Yes, very much, but..."
"Shush... Now it's my turn to talk, isn't it?" he said with unchanged gentleness. He went on, "You desired it?"
"No, I never ever thought of it beforehand. But when I had started it... well... I just wanted to go on..."
Gigi chipped in, "It was me that started it Stallion, not him..."
Giorgio went on as if he hadn't heard him, "Are you in love with Gigi?"
"Oh no! I'm in love with you... even though you may now have reasons to doubt it. I really love you and you alone honestly..."
"And I believe you, Nicola, and that is the only thing I care about. I love you too and you know it. You two made love and enjoyed it. Two handsome and healthy boys felt attracted to each other. I don't see anything odd in that or anything bad. If you were in love with him then of course I would feel worried because I would be afraid to lose you. But I believe that faithfulness is not a physical matter. Fidelity is an inner value. And you... you are faithful to me or else you wouldn't have told me about what happened and you wouldn't feel so bad and it wouldn't have cost you so much to tell me - isn't that right?"
"But it should not have happened. I should not have hurt you. I should not cheat on you. I ought not to..."
"But after all you didn't really cheat on me. You didn't do it because you didn't care about me."
"But I didn't think of you at the moment... only afterwards when I became aware that..."
"In the heat of the moment as you say; I think it's quite understandable that you didn't think of me but just of you two and of your desire, isn't that right? Gigi is handsome and he is a dear friend... and you were his first man weren't you? In your shoes I too could almost certainly have fallen into the same situation. Don't worry my love. You haven't hurt me. You didn't do me wrong. For me it's enough to be sure you love me and to know that I am still the first one in your heart and that I am still your only boyfriend. Come on my love! Smile at me. Let me see that everything is over..." he said caressing and smiling me.
I gave a hint of a smile as I was still full of shame. He bent over me and hugged me very tight and kissed me gently. He then straightened up and turned towards Gigi who was crestfallen there in silence.
"Gigi, tell me honestly: are you in love with Nicola?"
"No, really not. I like him a lot and he is my closest and dearest friend. I didn't have... I mean... I didn't it on purpose... that is... I never thought beforehand that I wanted to do it with him believe me. I hugged him but not intending to make love to him. It was just friendship, an affectionate gesture at first. Believe me, Stallion... but then it changed to desire and... and I didn't understand anything else and I didn't think of anything else - only myself and my desire for Niki... and..."
Gigi stopped talking, confused and ashamed. Giorgio stretched out a hand and seized his arm and pulled him to sit on the edge of our.
"Gigi, nothing happened. Nothing bad, nothing irreparable I mean. Don't show me that face. Good lord; nobody is dead, right?"
"I didn't want to come between you two, I swear..."
"I know - and you didn't. Gigi. I still like you as much as before. You were and you still are a really dear friend believe me. And I hope you will go on feeling that you are Nicola's and my friend, exactly as before."
Gigi was almost trembling, "Stallion, I swear it will happen never again!" he said on the brink of tears.
Giorgio put an arm around his shoulders and tenderly squeezed him against himself, "Even if it did happen again. As long as Nicola loves me it's not so important believe me. And now let's stop talking about it _ for ever. Alright? Come on I don't want to see these glum faces any more."
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When we were alone Giorgio lay down next to me and hugged me tightly making me feel all his warmth, desire and love.
"My love... you really forgave me?" I asked him in a whisper.
"No, there is nothing to forgive you have to realise that!"
"Oh, Giorgio I want to be only yours."
"You are only mine."
"But I have just had sex with someone else... right here on our bed... and I enjoyed it too."
"Well, it's fortunate that you enjoyed it. Or else you would be an idiot to have done it wouldn't you? But you and Gigi just swapped some moments of pleasure. To me you gave yourself completely and your whole life, isn't that right?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Are you mine?"
"Yes, yes only yours; all yours!"
"And I'm only yours. That is all that is important, Nicola my love. So now be quiet. I'm going to take a shower and then I'll fix something for our dinner."
"No, please... stay here..." I said caressing him between his legs to show him my desire, "I need you, Giorgio."
"I'm here my love."
"Make me feel that I'm all yours."
"Yes, but only if it is a bargain."
"What do you want!"
"You to make me feel that I belong to you too."
We united and made love with undiminished passion and the accident with Gigi was expunged. Giorgio is my man and none of the others counts. We made love almost as if it was our first time. When Giorgio took me - after having awakened all my senses with skilled preliminaries and having awakened all my lust with his sensuality - when he took me with his usual wetness mixed with impetuousness he, my stallion, made me feel that I really and totally belonged to him.
When he welcomed me into himself then his face was radiant and his eyes were filled with stars and his lips were slightly parted in a smile filled with pleasure. When he gave himself to his colt and offered all of himself without any restraint I felt he belonged to me down to his smallest fibre. Our first orgasm didn't appease our mutual thirst so we went on making love and savouring each other; we felt intoxicated by each other and experienced more than ever how much nowadays he and I really are a single being.
Sex is really a wonderful thing - it allows us to express things that no words and no speech can express.
Gigi is a dear friend, but Giorgio is my man - in my heart and in my life they are poles apart. Gigi makes love very well but Giorgio IS love.
Occasionally somebody did awaken my desire again but nothing happened any more because I now know that all of me belongs to Giorgio alone.
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Our bar is doing well and we think we can buy it. Jimmi now works in it with us and he likes that. We hired him properly and are able to give him a good salary. Amongst our patrons there are also several of our old johns from the times we used to hustle. Our bar is also listed in the Spartacus guide as a "mixed ambience, young patrons, discreet cruising possible, friendly owners and staff" and this got us also several good international patrons.
Zio and MemŽ rented a shop in the same street as our bar and only one block away and they opened an international bookshop with a good gay section in the basement. They are doing good business too. Gigi works as an assistant in their shop.
At present the only ones of us who are still hustling are Sparrow in the States, and Mauro who is also still working in the travel agency. Sparrow has appeared in about ten hard porn movies already and in the most recent ones he was the leading actor. His pictures are regularly published in several gay magazines. Amongst his johns he has the cream of Los Angeles and Hollywood. He wrote to tell us he is really happy about how well everything is going and he is saving good money.
"When I have enough money and can't carry on as a hustler because of my age, I will come back to Italy and if you want me I will come back to your apartment. I may think about opening some kind of shop in the same street as you. Why not! You are my family and all the dearest people I have in the world. I'm happy here but I miss you all very much." he wrote.
He doesn't have a real lover but he told us he took home a nineteen year old Chicano he had hired to do the chores in his house and who had a crush on him. So they now sleep and fuck together and the boy goes on caring for the house just as before (or rather even better than before Sparrow wrote).
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Giorgio one afternoon after we had made love in the woods up the hills (he brought a small tent, the little rascal, just so as to be able to do it without any danger that we might be seen) told me he wanted to marry me.
"It's not possible here in Italy! Unfortunately we aren't in Denmark." I said.
"Wouldn't you like it if we could marry?"
"Do you need to ask me? I would like it of course even though it would change nothing because I already feel that I am totally yours. Anyway it would be fine I agree."
"So, then let's get married!" my stallion concluded kissing me and so setting our desire afire once again.
We carefully organized everything and invited our friends who all did their best to attend our little ceremony to make it more beautiful and meaningful. Even Gilmar and Jean Luc came from Switzerland. Hansel and Zak with Jan and Pieter from Holland and even Sparrow from America!
We performed our ceremony at home. Giorgio and I read the formula we had chosen.
"I, Nicola, in full possession of my faculties, in front of you all that I call as my witnesses, hereby declare I love Giorgio and I want to live my whole life with him in bad and in good fortune, to love, honour and respect him and support him with my whole self and that I want to belong to him solely and completely. I put this ring on your finger, Giorgio, as a proof, witness and symbol of my love."
After we exchanged rings (and after a long kiss) we signed the marriage deed where the vows had been written and then all our friends signed as witnesses. Giorgio and I were moved but we were not the only ones. Zak shot the pictures.
Then we all went to eat at an elegant restaurant up in the hills together. The owner, a gay man and former john of Zio's, reserved a private room just for us. There the friends gave us their "wedding presents". Then Giorgio and I left for our short honeymoon. Giorgio didn't tell me where he was taking me as he said it was his personal wedding present. We took our white Lancia Y10, and he drove for kilometres and kilometres and kilometres...
A little before the end of that journey I realised that we were going to Venice.
Giorgio had succeeded in booking the same suite we had had on our "Venetian night". As soon as the bellhop left us, Giorgio took me in his arms and led me to the bed under the canopy and while he was undressing me I undressed him.
He whispered, "I should have realised here, on this bed, that you are mine and I am yours forever. You always said that that night was a particularly wonderful night. Today I want to make you forget that night - I want to give you not only my body as I did on that night and not only for one night but all of myself and forever. I want you feel that you are all and everything to me. That you are Love..."
He stopped talking with his lips and started talking to me with all of himself.
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I can't say that sometimes there haven't been disagreements with Giorgio or some long faces due to a momentary tiredness or the bad mood of a moment but we have never really quarrelled and neither of us has ever doubted the other's love for a single moment. Giorgio has his flaws and his limits but I love those too. And he accepts and loves mine.
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Well, that is my story up to date and today it is the tenth anniversary of our first meeting on a mild night in spring. That was the first time he came to hustle (although he was two years older than me) and who knows by what design of destiny he came to choose to do it right in the very same street where I had already been hustling for five months. I liked him at once and gradually explained all the tricks of the trade to him. I had no idea then that one day I would become his boyfriend or rather, his spouse.
THE END
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