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.
Sixth notebook
In a sombre mood Zio told me, "Have you heard? Jors has found a job."
"Good!" I exclaimed but felt a bump in my heart. "What is it?"
"Barman in a bar downtown. Long hours but good pay and not under the counter."
"Aren't you happy?" I asked him noticing his gloomy face.
"I don't know. He wanted it so I'm happy for him. But he will soon leave and I'm not glad about that. Moreover you..."
"It's alright with me. All I care about is that Giorgio is happy."
"Yes... You are a good boy. I... I can't understand Jors."
A little later Giorgio came back home and straightaway told me about his new job.
"So you will soon get married won't you." was all I said.
"Yes." He answered, smiling.
"Where will you go to live?"
"To begin with we will stay at her folks' place. They will give us a room. Then we will find something."
"Do they know where and with whom you are now living?"
"Yes. But of course they only know I share an apartment with some boys doing various jobs..."
"I see... And what did you say was my job?"
"Yours? I said nothing in particular."
"You didn't tell her about me did you?"
"Not specifically. I just said that one of the boys I live with, that is you, is my closest friend..."
Less than a month after he found the job Giorgio decided the date of his wedding. They will get married in church - in her parish church - on Saturday May 15. Giorgio wants me to be his best man. He invited none of his family but all five of us. Or rather he invited all six of us as he invited Samba too who will come here for the occasion. At first I didn't want to be his best man but he insisted so much that at the end I accepted. So I went to buy my first formal suit - a society suit. I would say it fits me rather well. I really look like something out of a fashion magazine. I don't want Giorgio's friends to let him down. We decided that we will buy him his bedroom furniture as our wedding gift...
"That way" Jimmi said, "every time he screws he will remember us."
Zio asked Giorgio, "What do you think you will do once you're married?"
"That is? What do you mean?"
"You will cut it out with men. Won't you?"
"I'll stop hustling of course I already have. With men... I don't think I'll cut it out completely I like doing it with men too much. Once in a while I'll cheat on my wife... I can't give up completely."
"She doesn't know I guess."
"Of course not. She would not understand."
"But do you love her?"
"Of course."
"And in bed with her... everything goes as it should?"
"And how!"
I was there when they had this conversation and thought of Alberto. But the case is different because Alberto only realised he was bisexual after he married and it was traumatic for him. Giorgio on the other hand knows very well how he is. By the way Alberto seems to be starting to accept himself. He confessed everything to his wife and she said she guessed it a long time ago so she wasn't amazed. And she wants to stay with him and he is free to call me or other boys both when she is there and when he's on his own too...
So it seems that Alberto is starting to be now more at peace with himself. The last time we had sex with just the two of us he was more relaxed than usual. He is calling me rather less often when he screws with his wife because he is managing to do his duty without needing to have a cock in his arse too so more and more often we are alone he and I.
No, Giorgio will never have such problems. He knows what he wants and how to get it. He knows his abilities and his limits. He is master of his life.
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Two days before the marriage Samba arrived. We added a bedspring in Muhammad and Jimmi's room. Then he will move to take Giorgio's place. He will stay with us for a week.
Samba explained to us how the "escort" service works in Holland. It's really a brothel for gay people. For two hours (that is the minimum) it costs about 200 thousand lira. A whole day - 24 hours - costs a million. The john goes into reception where he looks at a photo album, talks with the ones he likes and makes his choice then he can fuck there or take the boy home (or to an hotel). He pays the tariff to the agency and it gives the boy a percentage. A boy can refuse a john, but if they do so too often, they risk losing their job. They have to accept any role, top or bottom, taking it in the arse or in the mouth but they can refuse SM, fist fucking or golden showers.
Samba says that for the most part the johns are middle-aged prosperous men but sometimes there are a few handsome hunks looking for a different experience. He said that amongst his steady johns there is also a British pilot and a U.S.A. navy officer and they are better than the others. He also told us that one of his colleagues a Dutch hustler has sex with him when business was slack. He said that this boy is more than beautiful and incredibly good in bed so Samba learned a lot of tricks from him. His name is Hansel and Samba showed us his naked picture - he is so perfect he makes you drool. He has a delightful smile too. Samba said that Hansel has been hustling for nine years (he is now twenty-three). He began by cruising in parks and has been working for four years now at the rent-a-boy agency where they both work.
Samba also showed us some of the pictures where he's totally naked - the pictures they took of him for the johns' albums. The photographer was really very good and he made Samba's body look as good as possible. They were really sexy pictures and as we all wanted some he agreed to give us a couple of them.
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On Saturday May 15 Giorgio was married. Then I saw him for the first time wearing the suit he had bought to wear as bridegroom and it took my breath away he was so beautiful! - sexy enough to make you feel faint. And I met his bride for the first time - her name is Samanta (Sammy to her friends). She is really pretty, with a sweet face and a pleasant and intelligent expression. I could understand how she had what it took to catch Giorgio. I was as jealous as hell.
During the ceremony while I was standing next to the bridegroom I wanted to die. At the fatal moment a silent voice inside me was screaming to Giorgio, "Say no" Say no! No! No! Nooooo..." and my blood hammered violently in my temples and my throat was tied in a knot and a claw was clutching my heart.
"Yes!" Giorgio's beautiful clear and determined voice affirmed.
Suddenly something like a terrible silence fell inside me and I felt emptied my blood ran cold and my heart almost stopped beating. I swallowed a couple of times uselessly. Why wouldn't he say that sweet strong "yes" for me? I would even have dressed myself up as a bride in font of everybody just to hear that "yes" for me! I would have done any and everything... but he said it to her and not to me.
Then the congratulations and the souvenir pictures and the rented luxury car. Then the wedding party amidst flocks of loud relatives and friends. I was seated at the bride and groom's table near her folks and our other friends were at a nearby table swamped by cousins and excited squealing little girls. Uncles, great aunts, grand-parents, brothers in law, and all the relatives that gather for such occasions.
There was an endless wedding lunch with a thousand courses and at the end a five storied white cake and a sugar coated almond for everyone and kisses and embraces jokes and laughter and so on. The queue to kiss the bride; throwing the bouquet to the bridesmaids; the newly weds going upstairs to change into plain clothes and coming down again ready to leave for their honeymoon. The luxury car with the tins tied on the back with a chain the general sentiments... "What a wonderful marriage...", "How beautiful the bride was!", "Wasn't the bridegroom handsome?", "And how! I could have eaten him..." and similar stupid remarks. And at last I could go home again to hide.
I undressed and threw myself on the bed on my belly my head filled with confusion and my heart broken in pieces. "Now those two are going to the Dolomites... Honeymoon." I was confusedly thinking. And I recalled my Venetian night and I was clinging to that memory like a shipwrecked man pushed about by the waves and clinging to a straw. Our Venetian night with the canopy bed and Giorgio caring just for me - a magical night in a magical city. A bit of a fairy tale that became real too soon and had to be put back into the category of fairy tales. The Prince Charming whose silks become the plain clothes of a normal man - those of a barman in a downtown bar. Cinderella who realises that her coach has turned back into a pumpkin and her glass slipper into ordinary shoes.
Let's shut the book of fairy tales and come back to reality.
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That night I said to Samba, "You see you and I in different ways both hoped to find our Prince Charming and we have both realised he doesn't exist."
He giggled, "Even if we have to buy a dozen boxes of charms and a dozen certificates of princely titles we will find them one day our Prince Charming - don't doubt it."
"You still think Prince Charming exists?"
"If I didn't believe it what meaning would there be in living on? You see Niki only those who believe in him can find him. We must never give up that hope must we?"
"Perhaps... but I feel torn to pieces."
"I know. I know how one feels. You were totally in love with Stallion weren't you?"
"I still am. I have never stopped loving him from the first moment I realised it and I confessed it to him."
"Well... at least I was not in love and yet I was badly hurt. We mustn't think about it. Life is... Samba alone!"
"Yes Samba, you are right."
Yes, life is just dancing a samba but sometimes you feel tired and you would like to stop dancing. At least for a while.
To change the subject I asked him, "There is something between you and Hansel?"
"Friendship. Hansel is not at all a romantic animal. He is just really sexy. He likes talking to me and he likes fucking with me. That's all. Anyway he makes me feel less lonely."
"Why don't you come back here to us?"
"Not for the moment. Maybe one day. But I never forget you. Will you come to see me up there in Amsterdam at least once?"
"Maybe I could."
"You are my family anyway. Never forget it."
"No, never ever."
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Muhammad had to go to Morocco for about ten days because his father died. When he came back to Italy he told us he wouldn't be able to live in his village any more. Absolutely not. He has got used to being here and he feels too comfortable with us. He also said that he doesn't want to be called Muhammad any more but Mauro - he likes this nickname better. He feels more like one of us with that name. So I started to call him Mauro too. And also wonder of wonders even Abdel calls him that.
I still meet Abdel about once a month sometimes without Muham... Mauro. He still gives me presents and he calls me "my Niki".
Cesare, Fulvio and Alberto are still my regular johns. Then the little soldier showed up again too. He has finished his service in the army and is working with his father. His name is Stefano. He didn't take me to the pension again but to his home.
Stefano realised he was gay when he was just fourteen and his first man the one who led him to discover his gay dimension was his sister's boyfriend - now his brother in law. But they don't fuck together any more.
He told me that the day of his sister's wedding on the pretext of helping him to dress Stefano shut himself up with the bridegroom in the bedroom and before he put on his wedding suit he gave him head. He must have been an enfant terrible Stefano.
One of my new johns is Renato, a man of thirty-three and friends with Cesare who told him about me. He is a choreographer at the RAI-TV and he has a really well proportioned body. To judge him from appearances he seems a gentle and delicate guy but in bed he is a real force of nature. He likes doing everything and I like that too. His father was a dancer too and was also gay. He danced with Nureyev and also was his lover for a year. And Renato's first great love was... his father!
He was almost seventeen and he had been having sex with men for three years when one day, going back home earlier than usual because two teachers were ill he thought he would surprise his father and so he went into the apartment very quietly without making the least noise... and caught him in bed with a boy. So he discovered that his father was gay like him. Renato was secretly in love with his father and had been forever. He told me that his first reaction was rage. He broke into his father's room and chased away the boy who was with him. His father wore a dressing gown and was sitting there dejected and not knowing what to do or what to say. Then Renato burst into tears and his father was even more embarrassed as he thought that his son was ashamed of him.
But Renato hugged his father and amidst his tears said to him "Dad, why that boy and not me? I'm in love with you! I want to do it with you Dad!"
He said that his father was totally in turmoil. He wanted to have sex with his father but the man didn't want to do that and resisted him and kept on saying that "such things are not to be done".
But Renato did so much and insisted so much and provoked him so much and got him aroused and made him lose his head so that after a few weeks he did have sex with his father.
"Wow. But... and your mother?" I asked him.
"She died seven years before then so there were only the two of us in the apartment."
So father and son became lovers and went on for about one year. But then the father gradually made his son manage without him.
"You have to live your own life, Renato. I love you and I will always love you, but it's only fair that you and I go our own ways and that you find a man of your own instead of me... You will surely have a more balanced and appropriate relationship that way."
So, when Renato had been persuaded he went to live by himself. His father got another boyfriend with whom he still lives (they have been together for fifteen years). Renato found another lover too. The four often met like any family for lunch or dinner. Then Renato's lover left him as he fell for another boy. Renato has had two more boyfriends since then but he left both of them for different reasons. Now he doesn't have a steady lover.
He says that three male dancers out of four are gay and that he fucks with several of them but he doesn't feel like committing himself to any of them at least not for the moment. I then asked him why does he feel the need to pay a hustler when he has plenty of boys ready to go with him for free.
"No need. It's just that Cesare told me such nice things about you that I wanted to try... and I like you and so I want to meet you again. And since it's your job it's only fair I pay you for the time and the energy you devote to me. That's all."
Renato thus had a long relationship with his father that went right and it seems that it wasn't traumatic for either of them - on the contrary... So Jimmi was right.
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When Giorgio came back from his honeymoon he came to see us. I found him well and I was pleased. Jimmi asked him about his wife and Giorgio answered that everything is going on wonderfully. He gave us small presents one for each of us and the most beautiful was for me - a wooden statuette about 40 centimetres tall. Representing a totally nude shepherd playing the reed pipe between two sheep crouched at his sides and looking at him. Giorgio says it represents Orpheus. The shepherd's whole body including his soft cock is carved in a fantastic way it's really beautiful. It almost seems like Giorgio's portrait both the face and the body... I put it on my night table so I fall asleep and wake up thinking of my Giorgio...
For the moment I'm still alone in my bedroom. We talked about taking another boy into our group, but none of us knows one we can trust completely so even if it would be better economically to have another boy with us we are staying just five. It's better to spend a bit more money and avoid any problems.
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Samba wrote again. He says that Hansel and he moved to a different agency and so they now work at the famous Higgins' one that is a superior class of place. He also wrote that Hansel and he are now renting a one-room apartment together but he said that between them besides fucking sometimes together there is just a nice friendship. He also told us that now Hansel calls him Samba like us and that he likes this a lot. He sent us his new address. At the end of his letter there were also Hansel's greetings in English and an invitation to go and see meet them. I think we should go sooner or later. Samba would be really happy to see us. But of course not all five of us together - at least not while they are living in that single room. But for the moment I don't feel like doing the entire trip alone.
"I've the feeling that after Giorgio left I'm getting lazy. With Jimmi he was the liveliest of us. Oh-my-god. How horrible it is to talk of Giorgio in the past tense!
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Out of nostalgia one evening I went back to the street where we used to hustle. It's totally changed. Of the old group there were only Owless and Mimmowere left. Almost half of the boys are now Arabs but Ali is not there any more. Mimmo made a great fuss of me and made me laugh when he called me a luxury hustler.
He said that last month there was a big brawl in the street when a group of nazi skinheads attached the Arab hustlers. He told me that all the Italians fought on the Arabs' side too not so much because they like Arabs but because if they let anyone thrash a hustler the next time could be their turn to be attacked. That is they went to help the Arab boys when the nazi skinheads began abusing them by saying "shitty faggots" instead of "shitty Arabs".
I said that I don't like racists and told him what happened to our Mauro and what we did to avenge him.
He laughed and said, "Yes, there were rumours I remember it well. You did the right thing."
Then Mimmo told me he was locked up as he stole a wallet from one of his johns and as he didn't have a clean record he didn't get the normal suspended sentence. At the jail the rumour spread that he was a hustler so he had to be everybody's whore even of one of the wardens. But he said that on the other hand the men plied him with food and sweets and cigarettes and so over all it had not been such a bad experience apart from the fact that jail is bad in itself anyway.
He asked me for news of the other friends and when I told him that Giorgio married he said "Ha, another one who suddenly decides he's not a fag any more! I wish I could understand how they can bring themselves to believe it honestly and dupe poor girls!"
I explained to him that Giorgio has always been a bisexual but Mimmo shook his head.
While I was going back home I thought that Mimmo was a lovely boy I really was pleased to meet him again, and yet I wouldn't like him to live with us.
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One of the most incredible things of my hustler's career happened to me lately. We can see people of any colour and of any kind and of any taste but I would never have though such a thing possible.
Well, there was a telephone call and a guy asked, "Hallo forgive me is mister Nikki at home?"
MemŽ who had answered it called me, "Mista' Nikkiii! A call for youuuu!"
I went to the phone amused. The guy introduced himself "Forgive me sir I am Sir So-and-So. Doctor XY kindly gave me you telephone number so I ventured to disturb you. I was informed thaton payment of your professional tariff you are available to supply a certain kind of physical relief..."
I at once thought it was a joke but if it was one I thought I would let him think I swallowed it to amuse myself in my turn. So trying not to burst out laughing I answered, "The information that you have been given is correct. As a priest cares for souls and the psychologist cares for the mind so I care for bodies Sir. This is my specialization." I said and thought - he would burst into laughter because he would realise that I had smelled a rat.
On the contrary, "Oh, good. Well you see I would like to submit a problem to you and I have to find out if you would be able to solve it. But I would like it better if I could confer with you in person because of the delicate nature of the matter. Is it asking too much of you to fix a date to meet at my office at a time convenient for you? I will pay you for your trouble, of course."
I was having more and more difficulty to avoid laughing aloud because MemŽ who was standing by me was looking at me with wide eyes too because of my words and my absurdly formal tone.
"Absolutely no problem at all Sir. Just let me look at my diary to see what engagements I have... So, would it be good for you if we met tomorrow morning at ten thirty?"
"Yes, perfect. So, my office address is..." and he gave me the address and told me that it is Taurus Insurance's head office.
Yeah I thought Taurus - a bull in rut! The voice thanked me and cut the line.
I finally burst out laughing and told everything to MemŽ concluding, "I would just like to find out who is trying to take me for a ride."
Wisely MemŽ suggested "He named one of your johns, didn't he? Call him and verify."
I tried but I just got an automatic answering machine saying that he was away from home for a week.
I then said to MemŽ "I have nothing to do tomorrow morning. So I will go to this address and maybe I will find out who's trying to take me for a ride."
So the following morning I went to that address. It really was Taurus Insurance's head office.
Somewhat hesitant I went into the entrance hall and asked the girl at the desk, "Does Sir So-and-So work here?"
She smiled and said, "He is the managing director."
"Holy shit!" I thought... then I thought also that possibly he knew nothing about the call and he will be very astonished. But at that point I was not sure...
So I said, "I was told he was expecting me. Can you check, please, if it is so? My name is Nicola Marengo."
"Just a moment mister Marengo... Yes, here it is noted that he is expecting you at ten thirty... in a few minutes then. I will let you in."
I nodded silently. I was accompanied to the second floor by an usher who knocked at an imposing door of solid walnut.
The man then introduced me - saying, "Mister Marengo for you mister director."
"Come in, come in. Have a seat please."
A man in his fifties, a bit stout, bald and with a gold watch on his wrist from Agnelli's signalled to me to take a seat on the little armchair in front of his desk. I felt a bit shy and sat down in silence.
The man excused himself, pushed a small key on the intercom and said, "Miss, I'm in a private meeting. I don't want to be interrupted for any reason."
"I understand Sir." a woman's metallic voice answered.
Then the man addressed me and said, "Well, I have now to reveal the problem to you then you will decide if you will accept this task or not..." and he began to tell me and I started again to think it had to be a joke though it seems to me beyond probability that such a bigwig could really be involved especially as I didn't know him.
To make long story short the man told me he had three sons and that the youngest one Lorenzo who was a boy of twenty-one realised he was "attracted by the manly Eros rather than by the womanly one". But because he was extremely shy and introverted he was not able to "express this aspect of his personality", and this is causing him great suffering and to become increasingly isolated in himself. And so the father thought that a "serious specialist in this particular Erotic field" could help his son to find a better balance of his personality and so overcome the "crisis that torments him"!
In other words the knight is saying that he wants a hustler to fuck with his son!
He concluded, "I was given your name from a trusted person, and that is why I have come to you. Do you think you can somehow help my son Lorenzo?"
Trying to remain serious I answered, "We can at least try to do something... But tell me: how do you think... you would like to organize this matter?" because I was suspecting that either his son was mentally defective or such an ugly boy that he can't get somebody into bed by himself.
"Well, we can plan a first meeting. Are you available to carry on your task at our apartment?"
"Ye... yes, of course."
"What is your fee, if you please?"
"Well. It depends on the frequency and on the duration of the... sessions and on the complexity of the problem... An average could be one hundred thousand lira per hour..."
"Reasonable. I suppose you don't emit legal receipts..."
At that point I really don't know how I managed not to burst out laughing. "You are right. You know, our profession is not officially recognised."
"Yes, I understand. It is not a problem anyway. When can you start?"
"O my god... tomorrow?"
"Yes good. In the morning or in the afternoon?"
"Eeerrr... late afternoon?"
"Five o'clock if that will suit you? My son Lorenzo should be free from his university lectures at that time and if he is not for once he can skip them."
"All right."
"Of course I expect from you the utmost discretion. As far as the house servants are concerned you will be my son's chess instructor. Only the members of the family will know who you really are. And particularly with strangers (apart from doctor XY who recommended you) not a word about our agreement."
"Don't worry about it. Discretion is the basis of my profession..."
"Very well. So, then this is my home address. My son Lorenzo will be waiting for you tomorrow afternoon. And... this is for your time today..." he said and wrote a check and gave it to me - one hundred thousand lira.
"If it is all right with you each time you leave our home the butler will give you an envelope with something on account. At the end of the month you will give me the total bill and I will pay you the difference." Then, when I was about to leave he stopped me and said, "Ah, about the duration and the frequency of the sessions I rely on your judgement. I would say, anyway not less than one hour per session and not less than a session per week. You will may decide after you had the first interview with my Lorenzo."
I went out still amazed with the cheque in my pocket. Could it be a joke?... no way it all had to be real!
But what kind of a world are we living in?
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The following day I went to the knight's house. A servant in livery opened the door to me and as I gave my name he at once said, "Mister Lorenzo is waiting for you. Follow me, please."
We crossed a wide entrance hall and we walked through an elegant corridor with beautiful paintings and shelves with luxury knick-knacks and then the guy knocked at a door.
"Mister Lorenzo the chess instructor is here."
"Yes, have him come in and close the door please."
I went in. A large bright studio-bedroom with a queen size bed, a closet, two closed bookshelves, a desk, all good taste and luxurious furniture. Behind the desk a rather handsome youth is sitting wearing a lilac-coloured silk dressing gown under which were pyjamas of the same cloth and colour.
"Have a seat..." he said pointing to a chair on the other side of the desk. "Can we call each other by our first names?"
"Yes... yes, of course." I said and asked myself - Oh-my-god, this guy isn't really going to play chess with me!
He looked at me for a while as if gauging me (he doesn't seem so shy after all) and then asked, "Your name?"
"Nicola, or Niki if you like that better. You are Lorenzo aren't you?"
"Yes. My Dad already explained..."
"Yes, but... I would prefer you to explain everything to me."
He smiled lowered his eyes for a moment and then stared at me and determinedly said, "Said in my own words - last year I realized I am gay. I talked about it with my parents asking their advice as I we how should I say this... we have always told each other everything and I have not the faintest idea about how... what a gay boy has to do to find a partner without exposing himself too much and without being stigmatised in society.
"In the months before talking to my family I tried a couple of times with two different boys to whom I felt strongly attracted but I got a punch from the first one and insults from the second. But though I was sexually quiet then, before I realised how I am, now I am burning with desire to... well yes, to get some experience. For instance all I have to do is look at a handsome boy like you and I get aroused physically aroused I mean now it is the same thing. And... I'm tired of having to... to find relief by myself. I don't know if you understand..."
I still couldn't believe it. Everything seemed surreal to me and yet... I asked, "So even now you are aroused by my presence?"
"Yes..."
"And so you want to have intercourse with me."
"Yes... but saying it so plainly is rather embarrassing."
"No, it isn't at all like that: it is the most natural thing in the world. Anyway I am here for that right?"
"Ho... how do you find me?"
"Rather attractive for the little I can see and the little I know you."
"Aren't you... wouldn't you dislike... doing it with me?"
"Not if you don't mind it..."
"I feel so... so awkward."
"Why don't you come out from behind there and... let's sit on the bed. Is that alright?"
"You are the expert aren't you? It's alright."
My god the atmosphere of a medical visit... We sat on the edge of the bed next to each other. I took his hand between mine.
I asked him, "Would you tell me what you would like to do with me? Your desires - your most hidden and secret fantasies?"
"I... I would like to... to touch you and to undress you..."
"Then start doing it but while you are doing it start telling me what you would like to do then... or what you would like me to do..."
In short, after not so much time we were naked on his bed and he was exploring my body with his own and I was making him excited with my body. He attended a gym and he played tennis and went skiing and had a nice body. That first time I had him come just by giving him head. He had a really wild orgasm and afterwards his whole body trembled for a good while. I must have been his first man I thought while I helped him to relax by stroking him. His first experience.
"Did you like that?" I asked him.
"Oh yes - maybe it was too much."
"When do you want to see me again?"
"Tomorrow?" he asked.
"I don't know if your father would agree to having me come every day... Let's say the day after tomorrow?"
"Yes, but in the morning. Is nine too early?"
"No, it's alright with me. In any event this is my telephone number. No, wait! Don't dress yet we can lie here for a while naked and stroke and touch each other if you like."
"Certainly... I like being like this next to you."
So I gradually weaned the baby. A little at a time I made him try and experiment with everything. I took his cherry (that was really delightful: It is very rare that we hustlers meet a guy who is still a virgin) and made him take my arse. Lorenzo was really happy... and so was his father.
When I saw he was at ease with it besides fucking with him I bought him some gay magazines and gay hard porn videos. Then I started to take him out in the evening to gay clubs and bars and discos introducing him around hoping he would learn how to find a partner by himself. It's true that I would lose a john that way but I was keen to do a good job.
But Lorenzo seemed never to find anybody to his liking. So then one day after I had sex with him (and he was by then quite unbridled enough for anyone!) I asked him how come he had not yet found anybody else. I had noticed that several handsome people tried to hook him... He then admitted that he avoided being picked up as he was only interested in me as he was falling in love with me.
Bang!!!
I then gently explained that I could not return that sentiment first of all because I am a hustler and I had other johns I had to go with besides him; and second I was already in love with another guy.
At first he clearly felt bad about it but then accepted the situation. He asked me if we could meet sometimes anyway as he really liked me. He then asked me if I would mind telling him about my love....
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Finally Lorenzo did find a boyfriend not very beautiful but pleasant like him. Sometimes I meet them at a disco and we take advantage of the chance to have a good chat. Lorenzo says he considers me almost like a brother and this pleases me. From then on he has never called me again to have sex because he is happy with his boyfriend. I've lost a john but I've found a sincere friend. Just once he confided to me in secret that he doesn't forget our "chess matches" and that sometimes he feels tempted to call me but he doesn't because his boyfriend doesn't deserve to be cheated on. Lorenzo never told his boyfriend that I was his first man the one to whom he "surrendered his virginity" as Lorenzo says.
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Giorgio called and Jimmy answered. I understood it was him so I went near the telephone waiting to talk with him after Jimmi.
Jimmy at a certain point asked him, "How is it going with your wife?"
"... ... ..."
"Good, I'm glad. And... boys?"
"... ... ..."
"Two times or two boys?"
"... ... ..."
"Ah. Do I know these two boys?"
"... ... ..."
"I see. Well goodbye. I'll hand you over to Niki, bye Stallion."
I took the receiver, "Hi, Giorgio!"
"Hi, Nicola. I called because I wanted to hear your voice. I'm glad I found you at home. Are you O K?"
"Yes, fine. And you?"
"I'm fine too really. I like my job and I like married life... I only hope I can soon find an apartment because I'm fed up with living with my parents in law. You still haven't found the sixth mate?"
"No, your bed is still empty."
"So you are alone in the room."
"Alone."
"I'll come and see you in the next few days."
"When you want Giorgio. The boys here will be happy to see you."
"Why, won't you?"
"You know about me don't you?"
"Are you sincere or do you say so out of kindness?"
"You know very well don't you?"
"It's always a pleasure to hear it... I have to go now; there are customers at the counter. Bye Nicola, see you soon."
"See you soon, bye." And I cut the line before I let the words in my head slip past my lips - I love you!
And so vividly "our" Venetian night came back to my mind.
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I met Fulvio again. He had his son Gabriele at home with him for a couple of months therefore he couldn't call me. I found him extremely tense - I could understand why poor man. As usual he started to undress me and to touch me staying fully dressed himself. But instead of standing still as usual on instinct I stroked his hair. I felt him shudder once, twice, three times each shudder stronger than the last.
I then stroked his cheek and asked him, "What's the matter Fulvio?"
He looked at me with weird eyes almost as it was the first time he had seen me and whined "What do you want from me?"
"Nothing. I only want you to feel better."
Then for the first time he leaned his check on my belly then started to kiss me on my pubic hair. My hard cock brushed against his chin. He took it in his hand and leaned back and looked at it... and bent down to kiss it!
I guessed we were at a crisis of some kind but didn't know how I ought to react so I let him do it. He then started to lick it (he's rather good at it...) and finally took it all in his mouth!!!
I then lowered my hands and started to unbutton his shirt slowly a button at a time. He was still sucking me in a wonderful way. Being careful not to let it slip out of his mouth, I freed his shirt from his trousers and took it completely off him. I was terribly aroused by what was happening. I pulled his tank top out of his trousers too and lifted it but stopped not knowing how to pull it off because he was still sucking me.
Then he stopped sucking me and raised his arms so that I could slip off his tank top. He stood up and looked in my eyes. I smiled at him and stretched out my hands to caress his chest, his sides and gently pulled him to me. He embraced me chest against chest. I then took his head in my hands and kissed him on the mouth. He returned my kiss and embraced me tightly. My hands then went down to his trousers and fumbled a bit until I managed to undo them and lower them and his briefs to his hips. He said nothing.
I then stroked his arse and brushed his hard cock and balls with one hand. He kissed me deeper. His tongue explored my mouth. I felt him tremble from head to toe. We were standing in his lounge so I gently pushed him towards the sofa where I lay down pulling him on top of me without losing contact between our bodies. When I lay down I wrapped my legs around his pelvis spreading them wide apart and so offering myself to him for him penetrate me.
He was trembling more and more violently. With my hand I guided his cock between my buttocks onto my hole (I had put a lubricated condom on him) and waited. With the other hand I stroked his back. He kept on caressing me but he seemed almost unaware of my silent offer. He had his eyes closed and was sweating. He then started to tremble again but his cock started to push and gently to slip inside me. I was totally relaxed to let him in easily but I didn't push against him - it had to be him to do it.
He trembled but was still slipping inside me. He was trembling more and more violently as he was sinking inside me until his balls were pressed against my buttocks - he was all inside me to the hilt. His tremor gradually subsided and he started to slowly move back and forth and at last he fucked me but so gently it was almost as if he was afraid of hurting me. His rhythm increased and I felt he was rapidly reaching his orgasm. His rhythm increased more and he embraced me even stronger.
Between one kiss and another he started to moan and to say, "Oh Gabriele... my Gabriele... mine, mine, mine..." and he came yelling his love for his son and sobbing aloud his body violently shaking so that I wasn't sure whether it was because of his orgasm or of his sobbing. Then he suddenly collapsed on me and was so limp that I was afraid he lost consciousness.
I was worried that I had done everything wrong and lay still. My heart was beating strongly.
He opened his eyes looked at me and said "You understood what was going on didn't you?"
"I think I did... but not only from what happened just now."
"And..."
"And all is well... I hope."
"I don't know..." he said.
He still was inside me but his cock was gradually slipping out. I caressed his cheek.
"How do you feel Fulvio?"
"Fine. Horrible. Both. How long have you known?"
"For a long time."
"And..."
"And I have no problem with it."
"I know that you are not him but..."
"You needed to believe I was."
"Yes. Don't you think I'm a horrible father?"
"On the contrary. You have succeeded in keeping your hands off him haven't you?"
"But I desired it... I desire him."
"Why didn't you ever try with him?"
"For fear of doing him harm."
"In spite of such strong desire you didn't."
"Of course. I love him. Really. I cannot and have not. Don't want to harm him."
"And don't you realise that this makes you a very good father?"
"Do you really think so?"
"I'm more than sure... I'm absolutely certain. I would put my hand in the fire for it believe me. You are an exceptional father."
"You are an angel not an hustler."
"No, I'm simply a human being - neither an angel nor a hustler... just a human being."
I don't think that his problem is solved but perhaps we have made a small step forward.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 7
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