THE SURPRISE by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008 written on January 17, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Peter Chastain
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"THE SURPRISE" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
CHAPTER 3 - From amusement to fondness
We went to the supermarket to buy the extra provisions that we would need, as my nephews had correctly pointed out, now that they would be staying with me for several days. As we turned the aisles and filled our shopping cart, I got a glimpse of Roberto, who was in front of the supermarket, driving the electric truck loaded with crates.
"Wait a moment here, boys. Go on picking out what we need, and I will be back soon," I said and hurriedly went out.
I called Roberto who was about to enter the warehouse. He heard me and stopped the truck. I drew near him, informed him about my surprise at discovering that my two nephews were also gay, and then told him they had proposed to have a foursome with him included.
He had a sly smile. "Why not! They are two handsome boys. As usual, I will first make all my other deliveries and then bring your purchases to your place around seven. You are inviting me for supper, aren't you?" he asked with an amused expression.
"Yes, of course. See you this evening, then."
I went back in the supermarket and at once Andrea asked me, "I saw you were talking with Roberto. Did you tell him about our idea?"
"Yes. I also asked him to stay for supper with us. He's quite willing," I answered, winking.
Back home, while we were waiting for Roberto to come, Andrea asked me, "Uncle, we told you about us. Will you now tell us about yourself, how you started to... We would like to know how you knew you were gay, and with whom you had your first time."
"My first time? I was fifteen and already knew that I was attracted to boys, and not girls. So, I was curious and wanted to try it, but I really didn't know what to do. In those times it was not at all usual to talk about such things, and the rare mention that was made was always with scorn and contempt. Faggots, queers, fairies, pederasts, sodomites, ass bandits: all the epithets were dirty and stupid, and even cruel. Also, in my day, there were none of the gay magazines, bath houses, bars or discos that we take for granted, and even the word gay was not yet in use.
"As I discovered later, there were places where one could go to cruise - parks, toilets, movie theaters - but I didn't yet know about them, so I contented myself with just beating my meat, dreaming of having someone nearby, who would touch me and let me touch him. I started to look for pictures of partially undressed men in regular magazines and glue them into a secret scrapbook. When I jacked off, I would often thumb through it, dreaming that one of them was there with me in flesh and blood.
"From my older mates' jokes and quips, I understood that when two boys had sex together, they would suck each other or put it into the other's ass. I tried to imagine the sensations I could get from those activities. At times, while I was jacking off, I tried to push a finger into my back hole. At first it was just annoying, but I then found the good way to do it and discovered it was giving me some pleasure.
"When I was sixteen, I was in the third year of the scientific senior high school, and at last the thing I had dreamed about for so long happened. We got a new classmate, and he became my bench-mate. His name was Cosimo, and his family had just moved here from Salerno. As soon as I saw him, I felt attracted to him. He was a very handsome boy, with light brown hair, thick and wavy, shining green eyes, and a never-ending smile on his face. In PE class, I noticed that his body was slender and nimble, and I started to daydream about him. He was a likeable boy, merry and good hearted. We soon became good friends.
"His old high school had a study program slightly different from ours, so he had some difficulties with some of the classes. I invited him to come to my place in the afternoon to study, as I was always alone. It would be a way for me to drill him and help him fill the gaps in his knowledge. One day, during a break in our studies, I showed him one of my small electronic games. He told me that he had always wanted that game, but that, when he had tried to buy it, it was already out of production and he could not find it anywhere. As he liked it so much, I gave it to him.
"Cosimo was bursting with joy, and he embraced me and lightly kissed me on the lips. I returned his kiss, putting out the tip of my tongue... I saw a flash of surprise in his eyes, but then he also pushed out his tongue and started to play with mine. Our kiss slowly became more and more intimate and deep. He then held me tighter against him, and I felt his erection pushing against me, and soon he felt mine. He moved a hand down to caress me on my fly and asked me if I wanted to do 'those things' with him. I at once said I would but reluctantly admitted that it would be my first time. He smiled and asked again if I really wanted to do it with him, if I really was sure. Again, I said I wanted it.
"He started to unbutton my shirt, and I his. Soon we were on my bed, half naked, fondling each other all over our bodies, fingering each other. He then went down and took me in his mouth. It was fantastic! I had never before had such a strong hard-on! After he gave me head for a while, Cosimo asked me if I wanted to put it inside his back hole. He guided me so I penetrated him; I sank inside him with no problem at all, and discovered that this was just wonderful, too. Later, he told me that, in Salerno, he already had had two lovers, first a twenty-two year old neighbor who worked as a barman, and then a boy of eighteen whom he had met in a games hall..."
"So you became lovers?" Andrea then asked me.
"Not really. We went on having sex, at least four or five times a week, but we were just two good friends."
"And after that?" Andrea asked again.
"Just after the final graduation tests, his family moved again, because of his father's job, and I enrolled at the Superior Institute for Physical Education, or ISEF, so we lost touch with each other."
"But while you were with that Cosimo, did you also have other adventures?" Marco asked me.
"Yes, the first was only one year after I started with Cosimo, when I was seventeen."
"Did you have many adventures, Uncle?" Marco asked.
"Well, I did, but none of them lasted, nothing really serious."
"After Cosimo, did you have some other relationship, some long ones? Anything beautiful?" Andrea asked.
"Yes. I was attending the second year at ISEF. It was July, and Dad and Mom, your grandparents, were on a sea cruise, while your mom went to spend her holidays in Ireland to improve her English, so I was at home all alone. One evening I decided to go out for a pizza at a good pizzeria where they had a wood-burning oven, so I went out and walked towards the central railroad station.
"I was just walking under the station's arcades, when a colored boy stopped me to ask if I could tell him where to find a very cheap meal, as he had been robbed of his wallet and credit card and had very little money on him. He was more or less my age, decidedly handsome and with a likeable expression, so, without a second thought, I invited him to have a pizza with me, my treat. He accepted.
"In the pizzeria we chatted. He told me that his father was born in Ancona and was a technician for a firm that in the past built aqueducts in Africa. When his father was working in Senegal, he met an African woman, they fell in love and married, and he was born. Later three more children were born, his sisters and brothers. His name was Simon, and he had done all his studies in Italy. He said that he loved living in Italy and felt himself to be totally Italian. He explained that he was attending the university in Urbino but that he was here because he intended to move to our Polytechnic University and study here.
"I then asked him if he had already booked and paid for a hotel room to spend the night, but he said that he had not. I knew he had no money, and I really liked him, so I explained to him that I was staying alone at home, and I invited him to come to sleep at my place."
"Were you hoping you could do something with him?" Marco asked me.
"Well, no, not really. I simply liked him and thought he was in difficulty, so I just wanted to give him a hand. I don't automatically try to do something with everyone who attracts me. Also, Simon hadn't given me any hint he could be gay, or that I was his type.
"Anyway, as I was saying, Simon accepted willingly, so I took him home with me. I asked him if he wanted to have a shower and gave him my bathrobe. When he came out of the bathroom, wrapped in my short cotton bathrobe, he came to sit on the sofa near me, as I was looking at a quiz program at the TV, I felt a bit uncomfortable with his closeness, because I was feeling attracted to him, but I did my best not to let him know, so I wouldn't embarrass him.
"During the program, we competed to see who gave more right answers. When it was over, I told him he could sleep in my sister's - your mother's - room. So, we said good night to each other and I went to sleep in my own room. I fell asleep almost at once, thinking that he was sleeping just beyond the wall that divided our rooms, and asking myself if he slept naked or not.
"The next morning, I woke up and went to the bathroom wearing just my boxers, as the days were hot. Then I went to the kitchen to fix breakfast for both of us. I was frying two eggs in the pan when he, too, came into the kitchen. He greeted me. I turned, a little surprised because I hadn't heard him enter, and saw him at the door, also wearing just his boxers. He had a really beautiful build and, against my will, looking at him, I got a hard-on that my light cotton boxers didn't hide at all. I tried not to turn toward him, because I would have felt ashamed to be caught in that state.
"But Simon came to my side, looked at me and of course noticed I was aroused. He just smiled, put an arm on my shoulders, and asked me if he was the cause of that hard-on. I denied it and tried to make a joke of it, but I was blushing like a little school boy caught in a misdeed. He smiled at me and said that, on the contrary, his erection, which I hadn't yet noticed, was caused right by me...
"He told me that he had the feeling that I liked him, and that I was attracted to him at least as much as he was to me, and he asked me, straightforwardly, if I would like to have sex with him. My jaw dropped - I couldn't believe I had heard him correctly, and then Simon forced me to turn towards him. He kissed me on the mouth, while his hand went down to caress me between my legs. I embraced him and returned that kiss almost wildly, before letting him go.
"The eggs were almost burnt so we had to separate, and I got busy again at the stove. He suggested having our breakfast, and then going to the bedroom to amuse ourselves. Of course I didn't object at all. We chatted as we ate, talking about our experiences and what we liked to do on a bed, and we both became even more aroused.
"So, after breakfast, we left the dirty dishes on the table and everything in disorder, and I guided him to my parents' bedroom, onto the king size bed. While we were eating our breakfast he had told me that he most enjoyed being a bottom, and this suited me nicely. On the bed, we pulled off each other's the boxers and lay down. After some kisses and caresses, he turned around and offered me his dark little butt.
"I first prepared his pink and palpitating hole with my tongue, and then finally knelt behind him and shoved my tool inside him with a determined and constant push. He moaned with pleasure and spurred me on in a low voice. When at last I was totally inside him, I lay on top of him and started to pump inside of him with great energy and pleasure. He turned back his head so that we could also kiss.
"After a while we changed our positions. He lay on his back and spread his legs, girdling my waist with them, so that we could again kiss while I took him from the front. He was really sexy and arousing. We changed our positions in every way we could imagine, so I also took him from one side and from behind as he got onto his hands and knees.
"It was a long and really agreeable fuck, which came to an end only when he, became so turned on that he came without touching himself. His orgasm's contractions made me come, too. As we both came down from our climaxes, we remained in a gentle embrace, both happy and sated, quietly chatting about ourselves and our experiences.
"To make a long story short, he stayed with me for the entire three weeks that I was alone at home. He filled out all the papers to transfer to the Polytechnic. Because he had already established a good grade-point average, he was able to get a room at the university college. He then went back to Urbino to prepare his luggage and move here.
"We went on meeting for a couple of years, even though both of us at time had other small adventures, until he fell in love with a disco bouncer and moved in with him. At that point, our relationship came to an end. His lover was rather jealous, so we stopped meeting and saw each other only very casually and seldom."
"So, you and Simon were not in love?" asked Marco.
"No, we weren't, nor were we really a steady couple. We were just two good friends who enjoyed fucking each other."
"Would you like having a steady relationship?" Andrea asked me.
"Yes, I would, but it is not so easy."
"And would you be faithful to your lover?" Marco asked.
"I really think I would. If two guys are in love with each other, I think there would be no place in their hearts for a third."
"Andrea and I love each other, but at times we like doing it with other guys." Marco then said.
"Each one is made in his own way. But in my opinion it would be better if you two each found his own companion, sooner or later."
"It wouldn't be easy. We fit together really well, and we've known each other all our lives. It would be difficult to get to know anyone else that well." Andrea said.
"Well... you are still young. It could be that things will change when you are more mature." I said.
"You don't approve of our doing it with each other, do you, Uncle?" Marco asked.
"It's not up to me to approve or not. I just think that the relationship between two brothers and that between two lovers are really different, and that they are not compatible. I could be wrong, of course. Anyway, it's up to you to decide; nobody else can do it at your place. The important thing is that if one of you fell in love with another guy, he not make his brother suffer. Can you understand?"
The evening came. While we waited for Roberto to come, we prepared a simple but tasty supper. When Roberto finally arrived, I did the introductions, and we sat at the table. Marco and Andrea were undressing Roberto with their eyes, and a strong erotic tension soon pervaded the room, even though we were chatting about various other things.
After supper, I suggested moving into the living room for coffee. I stayed in the kitchen to prepare it and do some cleanup. When I carried the tray with the four cups of steaming coffee into the living room, Roberto was sitting on the sofa with Marco and Andrea at his sides. Andrea was kissing him while Marco was massaging his basket, with a hand slipped inside the open fly. They were completely unruffled by my presence. When I invited them to drink the coffee before it became cold, they stopped for a moment.
Sipping it, Roberto told me, "Your nephews are two very handsome boys, I really like them. They are beautiful and rather forward."
"Yes, I agree with you, especially about their forwardness," I answered with a smile.
As soon as they put the empty cups on the low glass table, Marco at once slipped his hand back onto Roberto's fly, "Good, it's still nicely hard. Come onto the sofa with us, Uncle; there's room for everybody." he said with an inviting smile.
"Wouldn't it be better if we all moved to your bed, Uncle?" Andrea proposed, standing up.
We all stood up and moved to my bedroom. While Andrea was undressing me and I him, Marco and Roberto pulled the clothes off of each other. Soon we all were totally naked. I saw our images reflected on the closet mirrors and thought it was a really great scene. My room had never been so crowded with such well built sex-hungry men.
Andrea had Roberto lie down on my bed and then crouched on his pole, which by then was pointing straight up. Andrea's pleasure was evident as he made it all slip inside him. He started to spring up and down on it, and then pulled me toward him so he could take my hard stake into his mouth. Then Marco got behind me and shoved himself completely inside me with a will, starting to pump inside me while he rubbed my nipples with both hands. Again, I looked at the mirror and decided that the scene I saw reflected in it was much more exciting than the best porno movie I had ever seen. This, together with the double feeling of being at once sucked and fucked by my two handsome nephews, got me incredibly aroused.
We then separated, and Roberto at once took Marco, making him go on all fours. I lay under Marco, in a really agreeable sixty-nine with him. A little after that, Andrea knelt at my shoulders and took me with energy. Above us, Roberto bent forward to pull Andrea toward him, and they started to kiss each other noisily.
We again changed our positions. I had Andrea lay on his back and, moving off the bed, I shoved inside him and started to pound him with energy. Marco came around to my back and made me bend over his brother, who pulled me forward to French-kiss me, while Marco began to fuck me. For a while, Roberto let Andrea and me lick and suck him in turns. Then he, too, came off the bed, stood at Marco's back, and pushed his tool completely inside him. Roberto's vigorous strokes hammered Marco deeper into me, and I sank completely into Andrea. We went on this way, all four of us more and more horny, taking and being taken, sucking and being sucked, until Andrea came in my mouth, I came in Marco's ass, and Roberto also came, fiercely embedded inside my back channel.
The four of us lay on the bed, ravaged by our acrobatics, embracing, caressing and kissing one another, for the moment sated. Then, while Marco went to the bathroom, I went to the kitchen to prepare four more coffees. Returning with the tray, I found Andrea sitting on Roberto's lap, riding the young man with the energy of a cowboy at a rodeo.
I had just put down the tray when Marco came back, embraced me, kissed me deeply on my mouth and whispered, ÒUncle, I would like to fuck you again.Ó
ÒWhat are you waiting for, then?Ó I asked with a smile.
Marco moved behind me. I bent forward and kissed Roberto on his mouth as my nephew again slipped inside me. The coffees were getting cold on the night table, but we all were too busy in that second round. After a while I was laying on my back while Andrea was fucking me. Marco was lying nearby, with Roberto on top of him, pumping inside him. Marco and I kissed while the two stallions merrily continued to fuck us with real gusto.
When finally Roberto decided it was time for him to go back home, as it already was one o'clock in the morning, my two nephews insisted he stay to sleep with us. So, while Andrea and Marco went to sleep on their bed, Roberto remained with me.
ÒYour little nephews are pure dynamite!Ó Roberto said as we were alone.
ÒYou can say that again! They are always so full of energy. Ha, lucky youths!Ó
ÒWell, I too am always full of sexual energy, despite of being the oldest person here. And you are the one who turns me on the most, don't you know?Ó
ÒI like you a lot, too, Roberto.Ó
ÒWhat would you say if we met more often, just you and I?Ó he asked.
ÒI'd say I would be happy.Ó I answered, caressing his beautiful muscled chest.
When Marco and Andrea had to go back to their boarding school in Lausanne, Roberto continued coming to my place every night. He also started staying with me on weekends, and I became aware of always waiting for him to come, with a growing longing, and regretting each time he left after we had made love or just spent our time together. One day I asked him why he didn't move to my place.
ÒWould you really have me here with you?Ó the young man asked, with shining eyes.
ÒYes, I feel so good with you.Ó
ÒAnd I with you. But, you know, at times it can be easy being together for just a few hours or a couple of days, but it could become heavy to really live together.Ó Roberto objected, pensive.
ÒI don't think that would happen, in our case. Anyway, we have just to try it.Ó I answered.
So, Roberto moved to my place. We got along very well, not only because I liked his way of making love, but also because of his personality. Soon we both became aware that we were not only fitting well with each other, but we were also falling in love with each other. One day, Roberto finally told me that, and I answered him it was the same for me.
ÒBut if we become lovers,Ó Roberto told me, ÒI don't want you to do it with anyone else, not even with your nice nephews. Of course, I will also never again do it with other people. If we are to be a couple, we must promise each other to be mutually faithful.Ó
ÒYes, Roberto, I totally agree with you. And now, let's write a letter to Marco and Andrea to give them this news and explain our decision to them.Ó
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4
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