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.
Seventh notebook
Jimmi suggested a new boy who might come and share with us. His name is Carlo. He came to the city six months ago and he hustles on the embankment. Jimmi says he would like to give him the chance. Zio told Jimmi to bring him home so we can get to know him.
He will be eighteen next month but he has the face of a sixteen year old boy on a twenty year old body. He is a waif and an urchin. As soon as I saw him I felt he needed to be protected. He acts jaunty but gives me the feeling that under the surface he is vulnerable and frail. He answered all our questions so promptly that he couldn't be telling anything but the truth. He told his story with a good sense of humour a quality that I always appreciate.
He said that he has known he is gay "from time immemorial", that is from before he was twelve when he used to go and spy on the players of the parish soccer team in the changing room to look at their cocks. His hero was the goalkeeper a boy of seventeen "as beautiful as the sun" he said. So one day when Carlo saw him go into the changing room all alone he followed and spied on him. The goalkeeper's name was Eugenio and he came out of the showers completely naked.
So Carlo came out of hiding, walked up to him and told him that he wanted to kiss his cock (he had heard the expression "kiss my cock" used amongst the players and he thought it must be something really good). As an answer he got a punch in the face and Eugenio said, "Scram little turd!"
Carlo fell back and hit his head on the floor and stayed there in a daze for a moment. Eugenio got scared and bent over him and picked him up and put him on the massage table. He was really worried.
Carlo soon recovered and said, "You can beat me up as you are big and strong but sooner or later I will do it."
Eugenio, who was bending over him, asked, "Do you know what the heck you are saying?"
"Sure you're the best and I haven't missed a single one of your matches and I'll do anything for you."
"And you would like to kiss my cock!"
"Yes."
"Why on earth? You're just a little scoundrel."
"Not at all. Your cock is the most beautiful. You're the most beautiful."
"What do you know? You have only just seen it."
"Not true! I've been spying on you all for at least three months..."
"Ah! That's why you are always hanging about round here!"
"Sure."
"But what do you know about sex? Eh, tell me little know-all."
Carlo was not totally ignorant though he was rather nave. He had put together pieces of conversations he had wormed out from his elders and drawn his own conclusions.
So (he answered jauntily even then) he said "I know, I know! For instance I know that if I suck your cock it becomes very hard and after a while a white thing that is called spunk comes out and you enjoy it like milk. I know that it can be nice to shove it in someone's arse-hole. And then..."
"Enough, enough! But have you already done all these things?"
"No never, but I want to do all of them with you."
"But don't you know that if you have never taken it in your arse it damn well hurts?"
"But if would you like to do it to me, I'm not afraid."
"Come on! You are still a little boy! But these are things that are taboo. No one should do them. They are bad things and wrong. Now go away and leave me alone. And... sorry about the punch I gave you, I didn't intend to hurt you."
"If you shove your thing into my arse would it hurt more than the punch you gave me?"
"I don't know but I have not the least intention of doing such a thing understood? I'm not a faggot. Scram, now I've to put on something and to start training."
"Won't you let me kiss your cock a little bit?"
"Scraaaam! Careful or I'll thrash you for real!"
"Alright, alright," Carlo said getting off the table and walked to the door where he turned round and shouted, "Anyway, sooner or later, I'll do it!" and ran away.
Carlo says that he already knew what a faggot was and that he was one. He had been beating his meat for a year by then (a classmate taught him and sometimes they did it to each other) and already the first clear drops were coming out. He was determined to have sex with Eugenio. So he started to "persecute" his idol. When he met him alone around the village as he approached he would say "I'll get to kiss your cock one day!" and run away. On the other hand if he met Eugenio when there were people around he would smile and say "Hi, Genio! When can we meet and play?"
Meanwhile Carlo met a boy of fifteen, a newcomer to his village and one day caught him thumbing through a gay magazine. So he started having sex with him. He doesn't even remember his name but from him Carlo learned "how to do those things for real", and they did everything even though he didn't really like that boy much, just because he wanted to "be ready" for Eugenio,
One day knowing that Eugenio was alone at home he turned up and said, "Come on, I just want you to have a bit of fun. Nobody will know about it I swear..."
And Eugenio finally surrendered. He let Carlo in and let him pull it out from his trousers and Carlo knelt in front of him and devotedly took it in his mouth and gave him head (by then he was rather skilled) until he made Eugenio come and he swallowed it all to the last drop. Eugenio was not gay Carlo assured us but at their village it was not so easy to have sex with girls and after all enjoying is enjoying... So that quick blowjob done standing behind the front door was just the first of many encounters. Eugenio never looked for them but always accepted them more and more willingly as time went on and in quite a short time their relationship culminated in complete intercourse when on Eugenio's bed he took the arse of Carlo who, of course, was more than willing.
Carlo took so much pleasure in it that he soon started to be "more than available" to other boys too. The secret village tam-tam worked well and Carlo got the reputation of the "little fag who pleases you any way you like". But evidently the secret was not kept well enough and Carlo's parents came to know about their son's "services". Tragedy! Threats, beatings, blandishments, medical visits... but Carlo went on satisfying the village boys secretly and with great gusto.
In the end his parents not knowing what else to do, shut him up in the town "Observation House", that is a kind of re-education institute attached to the young offenders centre. To Carlo it was paradise! It was full of adolescents and teenagers - always horny and he just pleased every one of his mates. He was let out when he was fourteen and by then he was completely street-smart and expert about sex and he decided to run away from home. He came back to town and started to hustle. The police have never caught him; he can "smell them out" from afar.
We decided to invite him to join us and we have nicknamed him Sparrow; Carlo swore that we will never regret inviting him. Of course he came to sleep in my room. So the first night when he undressed to go to bed naked I looked with appreciation at his body and his equipment.
He noticed it and posed for me asking, "Do you like what you see?"
"Yes, it's a really pleasant view."
"Then come here and help yourself, bro'. I never get tired of having sex especially with a nice hunk like you."
"No, thank you. Let's sleep; it would be better."
"As you wish. But if you feel horny later make yourself at home. You can even wake me up in the middle of the night. I would like to do with you."
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Fulvio's problem was not solved at all but at least he has complete intercourse with me now and doesn't come in his trousers any more as he used to do. He talks to me about his erotic fantasies and about his desires and this calms him down a little. Also because I am the first and the only one he has had the guts to talk to about such things. He has never talked about it before not even with his closest gay friends, because he was ashamed to death and was scared they would judge him, reject him and scorn him. But sometimes at the height of his orgasm he still calls me Gabriele and fantasises he is coming inside his son.
I think that we took a second step when one time he was fucking me with his usual yearning sweetness and overwhelming passion (just as it always used to be) I started to tease his arse-hole with a wet finger. I didn't do that on purpose; it was nothing but the unconscious expression of my desire to fuck him in my turn. He let me at first but when my finger pushed a little deeper he went rigid and then grabbed my shoulders and stared at me hard.
He almost hissed, "You want to fuck me don't you?"
I was almost scared by that stare and by his tone, but perhaps foolhardily I told him the truth, "Yes... I would like that."
Then his features slowly softened a little, and he quietly said, "Maybe. Maybe, Niki. Maybe I need just that... My god, Niki, you are turning my whole life upside down..."
"I didn't want that ... I didn't intend to believe me."
"No, maybe it's for the best... I feel like a pressure cooker about to blow up and you are opening the release valve... just in time maybe."
I didn't understand at once what he was referring to. But this problem gradually came out too. My god what an infernal mess Fulvio's sexual life was in! In brief when he was a child his father always bathed him... and a finger always lingered on Fulvio's anus. They went on bathing together when Fulvio reached puberty too and they used to wash each other and his father's finger always lingered much too long on that sensitive spot. Their bathes together ceased only when Fulvio was thirteen and his father married again. Fulvio hated his stepmother who stole his father from him.
It was only much later that he guessed, or imagined, why his father had been touching him like that in the bath. And he told himself that if he had offered himself to the mute desire of his father he might never have married again and they would be still together. His father didn't dare ask anything of him or show him anything - maybe he hoped that his son would understand and would accept... who knows. So Fulvio started to look for men when he was about twenty. Men who weren't afraid to show him their desire.
But when he was seventeen he started going out with a girl so they married and soon Gabriele was born. When Fulvio started having gay relationships three years later he gradually became distant and physically less interested in his wife. By then he was screwing with her out of duty. They went on like that until Gabriele was twelve. Then she fell for another man and divorced Fulvio and went away with their son. That was when Fulvio realised he was desperately in love with his son and that he desired him physically as probably his father had desired Fulvio himself... and this brought about a serious crisis.
My finger on his arse-hole while he was dreaming of fucking his son had brought back buried sensations to his memory and the circle was closed.
"You see, Niki... after all I was just trying to fuck myself."
"What? I don't understand..."
"Yes, I desire to penetrate Gabriele because my father didn't have the courage to do it with me... I am my father and Gabriele is me... do you understand?
"I don't know, it's so complicated, but... you could be right."
"You have to help me more, Niki. You have to help me to find myself again and to free myself from the phantasms of my father and of my son."
"How?"
"I don't know... possibly by doing what your instinct suggests you do with me. So far you have always managed to touch on a sore point."
I thought that in reality I touched him on another point but that was surely not the moment to make silly jokes.
Then he suddenly asked me, "Niki, sincerely what am I to you?"
"Well... a john. A john who's better than many others."
"But am I a... a monster?"
"You? Don't talk rubbish! You are a human being, not better and not worst than others, believe me. And I feel comfortable with you in spite of all the mess you carry inside you. Moreover you are desirable at least for me."
"Don't you come to me just because I pay you?"
"I come because you pay it is true but not only because of that. I never go with people that I don't like however much money they offer me."
"Therefore... you like me?"
"Of course I do."
"Physically."
"Physically too."
"And..."
"And I would like you to feel better. I would like you to be comfortable, less troubled, and more at peace with yourself."
"Thank you, Niki. You are probably helping me to get to be like that."
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Discovering the origin of his own mess meant that Fulvio had solved half of it. But only half. The other half is a long hard road that Fulvio is dealing with. He is doing it, not I. He calls me rather often but now we talk more than we fuck. If he needs that to me it's good. And also sometimes we fuck and now sometimes he wants me to fuck him.
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Luckily not all my johns are in a mess like Fulvio or Alberto or the poor Ruggiero. There are also normal people like Cesare or Stefano and many others. Fortunately. And there are also plenty of insignificant johns with whom we fuck, and that's all. People with whom there is really no communication and there is no relationship except the physical one. I don't really mind as long as they pay.
I was telling my friends Fulvio's story and Mem commented at the end, "In our job we do good deeds too."
Sparrow giggled and said, "Yes, but I prefer it when the screws are good."
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Sparrow is a blend of explosive sex and of navet. In some respects he is more mature than he seems but in others he is still rather immature. Well maybe we all are a bit. He is an honest boy anyway and able to recognise his limits and mistakes and in his own way he tries to correct them and not to repeat them and to overcome them. That's one of the reasons I like him.
For instance he tried to alternate between Mem and Zio trying to fuck first with one then with the other until he got a punch from Zio (it seems that it's his destiny to be punched). Jimmi later made him think about it and he realised and admitted that what he did was bollocks. He then did all he could to be forgiven until Zio had to forgive him.
Sparrow has a real collection of porno gay magazines and he often beats his meat while thumbing through them even just after he had a fuck with one of his johns. On the wall near his bed he glued a set of pictures of naked models - the ones he likes best and for each he knows the name, age, the movies they have made and so on the way kids usually do about their idols in the soccer team they support.
He often takes long showers with Jimmi and Mauro and there they do everything without even losing their cool if one of us goes into the bathroom (well, Mauro is a little ashamed, Jimmi much less, Sparrow not at all). He never is satiated with too much sex. He has plenty of johns to satisfy but it seems that they are not enough for him. His whole behaviour and all his movements are erotic. When he goes around home totally naked (something he learned to do without the least hesitation from the first day he came to live with us) he is often turned on. One night we were in bed in our room while he was telling me about one of his adventures he got aroused and while still telling his story, he started to beat his meat and to caress all over his own body in such a sensual way that I had difficulty not to jump on him and fuck him (and maybe that was what he hoped for).
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Giorgio came to see us. My god how beautiful he is - each time I see him I am amazed and yet I know him really well. While we were chatting Sparrow asked him what was the name of the two young men with whom he cheated on his wife and Giorgio finally told him their names - Limo and Gabriele I gave a start but then realised that this Gabriele is not Fulvio's son.
Giorgio said he met both of them at the disco. Lino is twenty and works as a designer in an advertising agency. Gabriele is twenty-six and is a policeman. He doesn't ask them for money he goes with them because he likes them and he has stopped hustling. But he talks very little about his wife and then only if one of us asks him about her. Judging from how he talks about those two guys with whom he fucks I realised he really likes them even though he is not at all in love with them (... what a relief for me!)
Sparrow asked him straightaway if he would like to fuck with him. Giorgio gauged brazenly him from head to toe and told him he might like it but he didn't agree to go with him to the bedroom as Sparrow asked him. Maybe it was because he didn't want to hurt me... Or maybe it was just because at that very moment he didn't feel like it. Jimmi threw him a dirty look and winked at me thinking they were not looking at him. Sparrow just shrugged his shoulders as if apologising and nodded.
Then Giorgio showed us a letter he received from Samba and read it to us. We were pleased to hear the news. Samba says he is fine, earns good money, is still living in Amsterdam with Hansel and they are still working in one of Higgins' agencies (Hansel and Gretel!" Sparrow commented). Then Giorgio went away... and I felt empty. Also because he said goodbye to me the same way he had to all the others not more or less warmly (who knows what I was expecting from him instead?)
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Stefano called me again and said he wants me to go to the home of one of his friends' as a "birthday present". Something like that American movie whose title I can't quite remember. He told me to call at his place afterwards to get the money as he will pay me according to how long I stay with his friend. So following Stefano's directions I went to his friend's apartment and rang the doorbell. When he answered after I ascertained he was the right guy I told him "I'm your birthday present from Stefano."
"My birthday present? What do you mean?" he asked me rather dumbfounded.
"I mean that if you feel like it you can fuck with me."
The guy burst out laughing and invited me in. His name is Pio. He is just turning thirty and he's a PE teacher in a high school. He had me take a seat in his drawing room and offered me a drink and we chatted. I got to his place at ten p.m.; at one in the morning we still were talking like two very correct acquaintances still without any sexual approach. I thought maybe I'm not his type and that he was just entertaining me so that I didn't miss getting paid. ... Well, never mind, I thought.
But then unexpectedly he said, "It's late. I think we ought to go to bed. This way..." he said and took me to his bedroom. "Would you like to have a shower?" he asked me.
"I already had one just before coming here." I answered.
"Then we can go straight to bed. May I undress you?"
"Well, usually the guest of honour unwraps his gifts doesn't he?" I answered with a smile. "You can do whatever pleases you best."
So he started to undress the two of us in turns. When we both were naked we got onto his bed. He hugged me (it was more like a friendly hug than an erotic one) and he started to talk again and to ask me questions. He had a remarkably well-built body and feeling it against mine, skin against skin aroused me. He noticed it and started to stroke me this time in a sensual way not just in a friendly one.
We gradually started to have sex. I have to say that it was really nice. He asked me if I could stay to sleep with him and I agreed (Stefano is rolling in money anyway). The next morning he woke me up by bringing me my breakfast in bed (that's something that has never happened before with a john!) then we fucked again.
He then told me he had to go to school so we had to get dressed. Just before I left he said "You are the most beautiful birthday present I have ever been given. Unhappily with my salary I cannot afford to see you often as I think that such a splendid boy as you are would be rather expensive... Only Stefano can allow himself such extravagances. So goodbye Niki."
I said, "I never give discounts to my johns, but... if sometime you would like having me again here I am sure we can come to some agreement. I would willingly make an exception to the rule for you. This is my telephone number."
"You are very kind, Niki, and you tempt me... We will see."
I don't know but having sex with Pio was really nice and not just because he is well built and skilled in bed but also because of the atmosphere he created which was so unusual with a john. I mean it had not been the usual "disposable thing" as with the greater part of the johns even the habitual ones. He well knew I am a hustler but treated me as one treats a friend.
Pio confided in me that at the gym he always wears jockstraps under his briefs and tracksuit, because he often gets aroused by some of his students and he doesn't want them to notice. He has never laid a finger on any of his students. I asked myself if he had a student like our Sparrow how could he be safe? Sparrow would surely not let him escape.
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Mauro decided to enrol for the tourist guide's diploma in the professional tourist school. So Jimmi has been giving him lessons in Italian and our basic culture so that he can pass the admission test (compulsory for all foreigners). Mauro says he cannot go on hustling all his life long therefore he must think about his future. He is right but I don't feel like thinking about it yet.
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We celebrated the coming of age of Mem and of Sparrow a few days apart. So they have nothing more to fear if their families do have the police looking for them. Sparrow thanked us for our presents but pointed out that he would have appreciated it more if as a gift each of us allowed him to spend a night of sex in his bed. When he noticed Zio was frowning he quickly made a joke of it. But I think he was dead serious. That boy has an endless sexual charge. The more I get to know him the more I'm amazed.
Perhaps the one of us whose sexuality I know least about is Zio. He is always very reserved. The little I know comes from the rare times when we hustled together that is when we had sex with the same john. I have also picked up a little from Mem's confidences. But about practical matters he is probably the most level-headed of us all. It's not just by chance that we all tacitly consider him our leader. He never assumed boss-attitudes and this also is a point at his favour. Mem in a sense is living in his shadow. And yet Mem is not a weakling, he has a good character - gentle but self-assured. Whether they are (consciously) in love or not they are a beautiful couple and they get along perfectly. I think that Zio realised (at least subconsciously) that he was in love with Mem when we were in danger of losing him when he had meningitis.
Does Giorgio not love me or is he just not aware of loving me? Is it that he cannot doesn't want to or is not able to love me? And I am here like an idiot always and totally desperately in love with him. And my life seems emptier and emptier. I would like to get meningitis too ...
Bullshit!
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Carlo (the ex of Ruggiero) called me asking for a date with him. I told him to fuck himself and cut the line on his muzzle!
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At the disco I met Lorenzo again. He is not with his first boyfriend any more but with another one - surprise, surprise with Stefano! It's a small world! Two spoilt boys rolling in money well matched. I like both of them. We chatted and joked and laughed all evening. They are now living together at Stefano's place with the blessing of their families. They invited me to go and see them. I'll go.
Pio called me. I went to his place and spent all the night with him like that first time. Then when I was about to leave we almost fought about the price - he had asked Stefano about my tariff and he didn't accept discounts. What a stubborn guy! I had to yield, at the end.
Sparrow came back home with a black eye. He quarrelled with a john who absolutely wanted to tie him on the bed and to give him an enema! He wasn't willing and they started a fight. Sparrow smashed a glass case (not on purpose, just in trying to wriggle out) and the guy not only didn't want to pay him but even wanted to be refunded and said that he is going to report him for "vandalism". Sparrow is rather scared not so much for himself but because he fears that the police might come to inquire about our activity. Zio tried to reassure him - amongst his johns there is a magistrate (who doesn't Zio know?" and he said that he will ask him to settle anything necessary. He will certainly manage it too - Zio never makes wild offers.
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After a really long time I went to the sauna again. Lots of new faces. Amongst many others I noticed a fair haired Romanian called Gregor. He was such an incredible beauty that it literally made my head spin. I cruised him for a while until he signalled me to follow him into a cubicle. I would have like to stay there for ever! If all the Romanians are like that I will emigrate there. After we had sex for a good while, passionate sex but not at all tiring we chatted for some time.
He told me he is a hospital orderly. He is the seventh of ten children and he has three older brothers and three younger. He is twenty-three and started his gay sex here in Italy about two years ago even though he had known he was gay since he felt his first sexual urges. But when he was in Romania he didn't know how and where to meet anyone. When he came here in Italy he saw the magazine Gay Italia on a newsstand so he put an ad in it with his picture and got plenty of letters. He met some of those who wrote to him and thanks to them he discovered the gay places that there are here in town.
"And so I met you..." he concluded caressing me.
He then wanted to hear about me and about my life. For a moment I felt tempted to make up a story, but I don't like telling fairy tales so I told him the truth. When he heard I'm a hustler he sat up on the mat and I thought it was a rejection reaction.
Very embarrassed he said, "But I... I don't have money! I mean I've very little... I don't know if I've enough..."
I pulled him down laughing and said, "I haven't asked you for money have I? If I had wanted money I would have warned you beforehand. I just wanted to do it with you as I like you a lot."
He then caressed my cheek and said, "I want to give you a present then ..."
"You don't need to..."
"Yes, but I can't give it to you today. I need some time. Can you come here again on Sunday afternoon?"
"I'm free... if you want..."
"I'll wait for you, then. With my present. Don't miss me I really care."
So on Sunday afternoon I went to the sauna again. He was already there. He brightened to see me with a nice smile and came to meet me.
"Let's go upstairs to the locker room," he said, "it's in my locker."
We went upstairs. He opened his locker and took out a cardboard folder. While I was opening it he was looking at my face. Inside there was a sheet of hand-made paper, about 25 on 30, with my portrait very beautifully drawn with pencils by heart - I was naked and it was an incredible likeness.
"Turn it..." Gregor said.
In the back was written: "To a boy who gave me his beauty radiant as a morning flower announcing the new season. Gregor Hinku"
"Thank you... it's... fantastic. How could you remember me so well?"
"Do you think I could ever forget you? As you told me I know that you love another and that both your love and your job will keep you away from me. But..."
"Let's go downstairs. I would like to make love to you again ... I just put away the drawing not to spoil it."
"You really want me again?" he asked, his eyes filled with stars.
"Of course. I'm not able to express myself as well as you can: neither with a drawing nor with words but I can do it with my body so I want to give you a present too. Come..."
Gregor is another guy with whom I could fall In love. I can feel it in my bones. If my heart did not already belong to Giorgio . ... .
After we made love again and we took all the time we could desire he told me, "That boy is really crazy not to accept your love. He evidently doesn't know what he is losing. If I hadn't had you with me twice if I weren't in your arms I could think you are a dream... I have now to go quickly at home to draw you again so that I can be sure one day that you were not just a dream..."
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Fulvio is finding his balance again. Now, when he comes, he says things like, "Niki, oh Niki! I'm about to come... How good it is, Niki!"
It seems as if his son's phantasm has disappeared. Sooner or later he will be able to find a lover for himself too and so I will lose him as a john; I can see it coming. This is in some ways our destiny - either they get tired of us or they don't need us any more and so when one john is gone we have to look for another. Also Alberto doesn't call me any more. Cesare is the only one of the "old gang" who still calls me. Ruggiero died.
I was talking about that with Zio and he said, "Your weak point Niki, is that you grow fond of your johns. You don't have the necessary professional detachment. You are made that way and how you are is all right. Though you suffer a little as a consequence you must admit. To me a john is just a john - I try to do my job well that is to give them pleasure but nothing more. As soon as I leave their homes I just shrug them off."
"Yes, but you have Mem." I said.
He reflected, then had a ghost of a smile and said, "Yes, that's true; I'm lucky. Mem makes sense of my life." This sentence is Zio's nearest admission that he may be in love. Then he said, "Stallion hasn't yet made a good job of sorting himself out. He kids himself that his choices are sensible and balanced but he still doesn't know himself. He thinks he knows everything about himself but I have still to meet somebody who can say he really knows himself. I love Stallion and that's why I'm sorry for him... and for you. You really are a remarkable boy, Niki, and Stallion knows you are. He knows you but unhappily he still doesn't know himself."
"Do you think he will come back to me one day?"
"Come back? Was he ever really with you? I mean not just with your body but with your mind too? I wish one day he will manage to open his eyes but who can say whether he will open them in the direction that you and I hope? Anyway, if I were in your shoes I would not kid myself too much. Illusions give pleasure as long as they last but then... If you don't kid yourself you don't get disappointed."
This is the longest speech I ever heard Zio utter. And I was grateful to him. Yes, Zio is really a born leader - a chief.
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Mauro passed the admission test to the guides professional school and has been accepted. We celebrated that and he was moved. When he starts the school he can't have so many johns and so he will earn a lot less money but we told him not to worry as it's not a problem to us if he can't contribute as much to the common expenses as before.
Sparrow told him, "Don't worry I'll hustle for you when you can't manage it. If you have problems pass me your johns and I'll give you fifty per cent of the tariff. Is that alright?"
Altruist with private interest.
Mauro will start to attend his school in September. When Abdel knew about his cousin's project, told him that he wants to give him a hand and so he will give Mauro a small monthly allowance. This relieved Mauro a lot as he has a proper pride in himself and like this he is sure he can contribute to the common expenses.
I noticed that Mauro is getting more and more handsome. Maybe it is because he is getting to be more self-assured... who knows?
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In summer we went as usual to the seaside to hustle where we met some of our friends from previous years (mainly hustlers from other cities). On the Riviera if you know the right places you can make good money.
This year I met the head-receptionist of the most luxurious hotel in those parts. He hooked me one morning while I was sunbathing on the beach. He took me to his place - he lives in a very well furnished apartment downtown in the historic part of the city. He is forty-five. Not a beautiful face but an athletic body. If you see him he seems really macho. He also has a really big cock and I feared a little for my hole when I saw it but luckily he is a total bottom. Anyway he is not at all a sissy.
He first wanted a good fuck from me then he made me an offer - he said that sometimes some of his hotel customers ask him how they can find "some company = young and handsome if possible". As I am handsome, versatile, clean, healthy and polite, he said he could address them to me. If I show up at the hotel once in a while he would let me go to those customers' rooms without any problem. He also assured me he wasn't asking me for a percentage of my tariff and not even a free fuck with me - usually the customers if they were satisfied gave him a very good tip and so he gets his cut conveniently.
I liked that idea and so I accepted, but I asked him please to avoid the guys that were too ugly and the mommies. He laughed and told me not to worry. So my "service room" began. Not bad at all.
The most amusing of those johns was a famous actor of an American TV serial who was on a promotional tour who wanted to fuck in a bath filled with scented water. He was the classical virile square jaw who makes the teenage girls lose their heads but who shudders as soon as you touch his arse-hole. I fucked his arse five days in a row every afternoon just before supper. At the end when he left the hotel he gave me a videotape he had with him. I thought it was one of the instalments of his soap opera and slipped it inside my rucksack without thinking any more of it. When I got back home I discovered it was a hard porn movie where he played the role of a rugby player taking it in his arse and mouth from all his team mates on several occasions.
Bingo! As they say in the USA.
In the very same hotel I also had my first experience with a black man. To tell the truth he was a mulatto the son of a French man and of a Senegalese woman and he was working as a biologist in Paris. An elegant guy of twenty-seven 190cm tall and slender as a dancer. First he fucked me then drove himself crazy by making me come in his mouth. He told me that the spunk of the Italians has the best taste! And each time we met I had to come twice because he said that the second time the taste was better... He left me his Paris address saying to me that if I go he will host me "trs volontiers".
I then had almost a misadventure with a commander from Milan who insisted a lot to shove a champagne bottle into my arse! I told him I wasn't game and he got to offer me half a million lira! (Besides the Dom Perignon). As he saw that there was no way to do that with me he took out a huge black rubber dildo as big as my forearm. I then got dressed hurriedly while he was chasing me around the room brandishing the rubber tool and saying with a shrill voice, "No, wait! No, wait..."
When I went downstairs I told my "employer" what that guy wanted. He laughed and said he didn't know that the guy had such desires and that I had been right to get away. But this one is the only one with whom I had any problems.
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Mem besides a few other one time fucks, found a steady john for all the months we spent there. The guy gave him the key to his apartment and Mem had to go early every morning to his place, go in, undress and get on the man's bed while he pretended he was still asleep and give him head until his cock was good and hard and then impale himself on it until the man came.
Then the man "woke up", took him by an ear, took him under the shower and there as a "punishment" after playing with Mem's cock he fucked him again. Then he let him go. Just the same every morning for the whole month! The usual bore about the johns is people like that who are maniacs for such set-up scenarios. But Mem didn't mind so no problem; anyway the man left an envelope with right money on his night table every morning.
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Sparrow had a jolly good time around mid-month when he was hooked by a group of five French gay men. He did get up to all kind of tricks with them. They were sailing along the coast in a rented cabin cruiser. They took Sparrow on board, then had their cruise and gave him back to us a couple of weeks later. Sparrow told us that he never amused himself so much. Each day he spent on their beds sometimes just in twos, sometimes more and sometimes even all together. The oldest man was fifty-three and the youngest twenty-four. He told us that they communicated with gestures (as Sparrow doesn't know French) but that he never had problems because to fuck one doesn't need to talk. Their understanding was perfect. On board he went around all the time totally naked. In fact he came back with such a nice overall tan that we were jealous of him.
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Jimmi probably was the one of us who had the most johns. He said that he didn't have any particular adventure apart from thirty-six hours on the trot in company with a Greek hustler (a real hunk, Jimmi said) with an English fashion designer who shut himself up with them in his room after collecting enough food and drinks to last. He told us that the guy seemed insatiable and that when he and the Greek finally left, they were both worn out while the john seemed ready to go on.
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We know very little about Zio's johns, because as usual he was quite laconic especially about this kind of thing. But when he referred to a certain "conscript sailor, a guy loaded with money" his eyes shone and Mem, who knows him very well, looked at him worriedly. But Zio at once was aware of that look (under a rough surface he is really sensitive) gave him a hug and just said to him "Mem... he was just one of many johns..."
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Mauro told us about one of his johns who fell in love with him and that he had had difficulty getting rid of him. The guy was a German industrialist of forty-nine who wanted to take Mauro to Germany. Then he met an Albanian hustler (who usually lives in Bari) on whom Mauro had a crush. They had sex together a dozen times and at the end of the holiday they swapped addresses and pictures. He showed us the picture of the boy in swimming trunks - he is undoubtedly a boy with very good looks and I can understand why Mauro still talks about him.
He then told us about a couple of gay lovers who wanted to have a threesome, but in the total darkness... There is no accounting for tastes.
In one way or another all six of us amused ourselves and earned a good deal of money. During our journey back on the train Sparrow disappeared for a while. He was back about one hour later merry and satisfied - he had managed to give head to a young man two compartments away.
Incorrigible!
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 8
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