WRITINGS FROM THE PRISON by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006 written on December 10th 1994 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Richard E. Grant
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"WRITINGS FROM THE PRISON" 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 11 - OUR HONEYMOON
We left for our "honeymoon".
We embarked - I booked a double room, careless of the slightly amazed glance of the travel agency girl when she realized that the passengers were both men. Once embarked, the purser asked, with the same stupefied look, if it was correct that we booked a double room and, when I quietly answered him, "Yes, of course", he guided us to our cabin without turning a hair, and we settled in. We might not have been the first same sex couple booking the same cabin, but perhaps the other couples asked for two single beds in the room, to keep up appearances.
But we didn't care at all; rather, we were almost proud if they could guess we were a couple of lovers and not just friends. And, of course, we didn't want to be forced to make love in a narrow bed - we wanted to enjoy the cruise mainly because we planned to spend a lot of time in bed; that's why we booked a double bed cabin.
Anyway he said nothing - after all we were two first class passengers, and... the customer is always right.
The ship left port on a beautiful sunny day and the view was really amazing. We started to familiarize ourselves with the ship and its facilities, exploring far and wide. On the first evening, the captain threw a party so that the passengers could get to know each other. About half of us were Italians, the others were from various countries. It was a luxury liner, with all the amenities. It had a pool, tennis court, bars, disco, restaurant, a dancing hall with a stage where warious shows were performed, and of course many shops, currency exchange, and so forth.
The calendar for those fifteen days was full of activities on the ship, plus the port calls and visits, either independent or with a guide if you wanted, and even an evening of fireworks while we were on the open sea.
In turn, we were invited to the captain's table, as honored guests. When our turn came, the captain was very nice - it was evident he guessed our relationship but he never hinted at it - he was talking to us if we were two brothers, or two close friends, or even any regular couple, without the slightest embarrassment. And we behaved without the slightest embarrassment, without flaunting our relationship, but also without hiding it.
At a certain point, an American lady sitting with us at the captain's table, asked us, in her fair Italian, "It's a long time you two are together?"
I noticed apprehension appear on the captain's face, but it at once disappeared when Lorenzo said, in a quiet tone, "Yes, we've been together for several years now, madam. And I hope it will be many more. Alberto is the most splendid person I could ever meet. We fit together very well."
"But, in Italy, don't you face problems, being a couple?" the woman said.
"We haven't had any problem, up to now." I answered.
"But the Pope, didn't he say that..." she insisted again.
"Each one has his or her own opinions, madam, and Italy is a free land," Lorenzo answered with a smile.
The captain interrupted, skillfully changing the subject, "Tomorrow we will arrive at Crete - have you ever visited it? It's a really beautiful and interesting place."
"Can we visit the maze ruins, captain? You know, where the Minus-taurus lived?" the lady asked, suddenly interested. And, it was with relief that the good captain started at once to explain how the guided visit would be organized.
When supper was over, the captain took us apart and apologized for that lady's behavior, feeling she might have embarrassed us.
"No, captain, it wasn't a problem, not at all," I said with a smile, looking at Lorenzo, who also nodded and smiled.
Then Lorenzo added, "You see, captain, before meeting Alberto, I never would have guessed that there could be such happiness in loving and being loved by someone of my same sex. Very few people can understand it, I think. Normally, people think that gay people are something weird or not normal, and yet I can assure you, I feel neither weird nor abnormal in loving and being loved by him."
"Well, I dare to say, you are one of the most sunny couples I ever had on board... independent from the sex of the people being a couple, I mean. I wish you will always be happy as you seem to be now... with all my heart..."
It could only have been his skill in treating passengers, I don't know, but he seemed sincere when he said this and it gave me a really warm feeling. And when we went back to our cabin later, we found a big bouquet of roses, with a note saying, "With the captain's compliments." I think we were the only gay couple to have enjoyed such a compliment on that ship.
The cruise was doing us a lot of good, mainly for Lorenzo who gradually relaxed and fully recovered his good humor. And, especially when I became aware that a young singer on board started to court him. I warned him - at first Lorenzo didn't believe me, but then, put on the alert, he became aware I was right.
"Do you like him?" I asked.
"He's a handsome boy, but I'm not interested in him."
"He must be a 'sangre caliente' - he's Spanish."
"It could be."
"Would you not like to fuck him?" I asked, teasing him.
"No, I've got you! I really don't care about anyone else?"
"But if he was a pretty Spanish girl?" I insisted.
He looked at me seriously, then said, "Alberto, really! Maybe you don't believe me, since I was not able to be faithful to you when I was inside, but..."
"No, I was not thinking about that. I was only joking."
"But in each joke there always is a little bit of truth, isn't there? Perhaps you are asking yourself if some day I'll leave you for somebody else, a boy or a girl, who fascinates me. Is it not so?"
"Lorenzo... I'm so happy with you, that, sometimes, I ask myself if such happiness can last forever. It seems almost impossible to me."
"I... I have every intention to make it last forever. You have to believe me. I told you and I tell you again - you are everything to me. Also if, when I was inside, I was weak, I never ever forgot you, I never ever searched for, wanted, or hoped for a substitute. I may have lots of flaws, but I believe in love... above all with you."
"After a long time together, routine can take over; one can desire something new, something different."
"Married life includes routine, believe me. Possibly some day our love will be more quiet, less explosive, but not less powerful. On the contrary... getting used to each other, I think, is the most beautiful thing that can happen to us. We are used to the air we breathe, but we can't stop breathing, absolutely not. You should not have such fears, Alberto. Ours is not just physical attraction, even if it's here and strong. Ours is love, truly, don't you agree?"
"Yes, of course... But you, before, loved a woman - one doesn't change so radically his own sexuality."
"I loved a woman before because I met only women and, more than anything else, I hadn't met you. And now my sexual needs are totally fulfilled by you, with you... and you are able to give me something that no woman ever has. And I'm not talking just of the physical side; try to understand me."
"But possibly a woman could give you things that I cannot give you, isn't it so?"
"Oh, really? What, for instance?"
"A son..." I said almost in a whisper.
"First - it is not necessarily true that a woman could do that. Second - it is not true that a son would be so important to me. Third - we love each other and that's enough. Alberto, don't raise problems where there aren't any. I wish that, in Italy, we could get married just like everyone else and that there was no possibility of divorce - to show you how much I'm sure about our love."
Trying to joke about my fears, I then said, "But aren't you afraid it would be me, some day, that would get tired of you?"
He looked at me seriously, then said, "No. I mean, I cannot 'a priori' exclude that it could happen, but I absolutely don't want to think about it - I don't want to spoil the happiness you are giving me with your silly fears. Don't do that, please."
I smiled and caressing him, said, "Alright, love. Forgive me."
"Forgiven..." he exclaimed with a bright and sweet smile and, pushing me towards our bed, he added in a low and erotic tone, "... provided that now you show me how much you desire me..."
I didn't need to be told twice. Sitting on the edge of the bed, while he was starting to pull off my clothes, I caressed his already swelling fly, opened it, parted the waist band of his trousers, lowered them with his underpants and, freeing his beautiful turgid rod, bent to his lap, welcoming it with pleasure between my lips. God, how much I liked feeling it slip down to my throat, savor it, work on it with my tongue, make it harden and spasm, make it vibrate, and prepare it to finally receive it inside me.
He finished undressing me and then undressed himself, while I was continuing to work his beautiful member, filled with desire. When we were totally naked, I lay on the bed, and he climbed on me, kneeling between my legs that I folded up on my chest.
"Now I'll enter you, love." He excitedly murmured.
"Yes..." I begged happily, and my beloved Lorenzo slipped inside me, strong and sweet at the same time, filling me with his quivering virility.
He then leaned over me and, embracing me, kissed my mouth, starting to move in me with slow but strong pushes, giving me really powerful pleasure. He too was feeling intense pleasure - I could read it on his radiant face.
"I love you terribly, Alberto..." he murmured with a voice hoarse with passion, between one kiss and another, and started moving inside me with more vigor and increasing tempo.
My cock, as hard as it could be, pressed between my belly and his, was brushed by the rhythm of his movements. I was caressing the nape of his neck, his back, was teasing his nipples, seeing with joy the symptoms of his increasing pleasure.
Now he was taking me with a disordered, strong rhythm, his breath slightly panting - I felt that his orgasm was about to burst inside me and was excitedly waiting. It was way too good, extraordinary. I felt almost as if it was something new and different from all the other times. I was feeling him vibrate and shudder. I was too happy.
And finally he pushed himself as far inside me as he could get, intensely trembled, squeezed me strongly in his arms and, moaning his pleasure with a hot and hoarse voice, he started to unload inside me. And then I, too, happily sprayed my load between our bellies, moaning in turn. His lips pressed on mine while our bodies, shuddering in unison, were starting to relax.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 12
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