The school year ended. Akim had low marks in just Greek and Science, a five mark in each. Both Piero and the boy welcomed this result as a real victory. Carla, meanwhile, was back at school and had also helped the boy with some lessons. She invited them both to have lunch with her at an out of town restaurant, in the village of Rondissone, to celebrate. Akim arrived with a new suit bought for him by his father as a reward.
"Today is one of the most beautiful day in my life!" Akim said, when they sat at the table. And smiled.
This, Piero thought, feeling all upset inside himself, is the fifth killer smile from Akim, since I first met him. God, isn't he beautiful! If he could only know what he does to me when he smiles... After lunch, taking advantage of a moment when the boy was in the rest room, Carla asked Piero,
"Tell me, when are you taking your vacation, and for how long?"
"I leave July the 28th. and will be back August the 28th. Why?"
"For Akim lessons... Shit! I leave August the 3rd. What will Akim do when neither I nor you will be in town?"
"We can pay a teacher for his lessons. What do you think?"
"Yes, we have to do that. We can each pay half. I'll find him a teacher, I have a good friend who teaches at the Alfieri High School, and he will give me a good price. Good, that's the way. While we are in town, we will continue to give him his lessons, then... agreed!" She stopped, seeing the boy coming back.
Akim, sitting at the table, asked to Piero, "Professor, tomorrow can I come to your place to continue the lessons in Greek and Science?"
"Yes, of course."
"Are not you sorry to continue to spend your time for me?"
"No, on the contrary, especially now we are so close to our goal. And also, because I will not be here for the month of August, we have to do as much as we can, now..."
"Right, in August you will be absent." Akim nodded serious (but now not frowning).
"See, Akim, in August I too will be absent, but we thought we will find another teacher for you to take our place, so you can continue to study..." Carla said, studying the boy's expression while talking to him.
"But... how you decide is good." the boy said, but the slight hard fold that appeared on Akim's lips made the two guess that the boy was not happy with that. They pretended not to notice and changed the subject. The boy told them about his life in Egypt, from where he emigrated with his family when he was eleven.
"Do you miss Egypt?" Piero asked him.
"Yes and no... I have two homelands, now. I feel very well here. Perhaps I will go back, perhaps no, after I graduate at the University."
"At the University?" both they asked in one voice.
"And... what do you want to graduate in, at the University?" Carla asked him in a kind tone, to cover up the surprised tone of her first reaction.
"In English Language and Literature, I think. But there is time, I will still think about that..." the boy answered.
They went back to town, left Akim at Porta Palazzo, then Piero accompanied Carla home. In front of her house gate, in the car, they spoke a little more about Akim, about themselves and about Carla's baby.
"Where are you going for your vacation, Carla?"
"To Lugano, Beppe's brother place. And you?"
"To Monterosso, in the Cinqueterre. I rented a small flat, right on a sheer cliff above the sea."
"Wow, romantic! Alone?"
"Do you want to know if I've got a boyfriend? No, I'll be alone."
"Will you tell me, if you get a boyfriend?"
"Sure, Carla, and I'll like you to meet him. Aren't you my best friend?"
"I am, I am!" Carla answered with a smile, "and I hope you can find soon the right person for you. I want to see you happy."
"But I feel OK, even alone, at least for the moment."
"Don't you miss some company?"
"No. And then, Akim has been very pleasant company."
"It's not the same thing... Akim is a nice and sweet boy, but I was referring to a different kind of company, silly boy!"
"Yes, I know."
"See, at times I've asked myself what kind of man is your ideal...?"
"Tall, blond, blue eyes, gentle, rich..."
"... with sky blue clothes and riding a white horse! Prince Charming, in one word." Carla concluded pulling his leg.
"Yes, more or less. Well, even if he wasn't rich and he didn't ride a white horse... nor wear sky blue clothes... I can be content... But he has to be clever, kind and in love."
"I wish you can really find him, and soon."
"I'm not in hurry. But I'll be glad..."
"How long is it, since you left your last boyfriend?"
"Three years. Exact. It was this very month, two days before..."
"You remember even the day! It has been so painful?"
"Well... I did decide to leave him. But yes, it has been very painful."
"He wasn't Prince Charming."
"No, even if he was blond and had blue eyes. But he was... he depended too much on me. And it seemed that he was interested just... just in a physical relationship."
"Mmmhh, so... just half of you. It's too little, I agree. But you... were you in love with him?"
Piero wasn't bothered by Carla's questions, but he answered with just a "yes" without explaining any more. Carla immediately, understood that Piero didn't feel like talking about the topic any more, so she changed the subject. Then they said bye-bye and Piero went back home. But now, his thoughts were full of Luca, his ex, handsome Luca. He didn't really have a beautiful face, but it was pleasant. A nice body, not splendid, but really very, very sensual. Yes veeery sensual.
He had met Luca in the sauna, the only time he had decided to try it. The San Martino Sauna. When he entered, it was almost deserted. He started to explore, wearing just a long towel around his hips. Luca was showering. Piero saw him and found him appealing. Especially when Luca looked at him and smiled. In the background there was a Nannini song, he clearly remembered, it was "Europe Boy".
He smiled back, pulled off his towel and entered under the water jet, just one step from the other one. And one step is very small distance, when two boys feel attracted to each other. In the beginning, each of them just washed himself, but without turning away their eyes from the other's nakedness. Then Luca offered to wash his back, and he washed Luca's back and their soapy hands caressed and didn't stop at their backs, but shifted at first to the other's chest, then on to their stomachs, and quite in unison, quite instinctively, to their genitals.
"Not here..." Luca whispered with a warm and sensual voice, "let's rinse and go out there..."
Piero followed him and noticed that their towels not only didn't hide their erections but rather emphasized them. They passed near two other clients that were sitting and smoking, and that watched them with obvious interest. Luca stopped in front of a plastic strings curtain and shifted it aside to look inside, then he made a gesture to Piero to enter. Inside there was only a dark brown, padded mattress, about six and a half feet on a side, taking up all the space and ending right against the entrance, where it formed a high step around 16 inches high. The light in the room was filtered just from the plastic strings curtain.
"Here?" Piero, astounded, asked.
"Yes, sure, stretch out your towel here next to mine."
"But... it's open... there is just this... kind of a curtain..."
"Nobody will bother us, because nobody wants to be bothered by others."
Piero wanted to say no, instead he climbed on to the padded platform, pulled off his towel from his hips and stretched it, sitting on it. Luca followed suit, and at once started to titillate both his nipples with light and expert fingers.
"But here... is it safe?" Piero asked again.
"Yes, relax, come on! Wow, I fucking like you!"
"Me too..." Piero answered quite automatically.
But he really liked the other one, and felt strongly attracted to him. Luca pushed him on his back, and lied on him. They started to make love and Piero forgot all his fears, all his coyness because the other knew how to obtain from Piero's body all the right responses. And when Luca let him know his desire to penetrate him, Piero offered himself to him without reserve, without any hesitation. While Luca was sliding in and out of him, he started to masturbate; but almost immediately Luca pulled his hand off, with a delicate but determined gesture, and with a smile full of eroticism told him,
"No... later you have to fill me with this, so you can't come..."
Piero obeyed. Luca was really skilled and Piero let him be the guide. He was not at all passive or inert, on the contrary, he was participating with growing enthusiasm. Luca didn't notice the two fingers barely opening the curtain and the two eyes enjoying the exciting scene of their mating. And perhaps, Piero thought, even if Luca had noticed, he would have continued without any problems, he was that excited. And also, Piero was surprised, being spied was very exciting...
Luca's cock was the biggest and longest he had ever allowed to enter him. Yet it wasn't hurting him at all, on the contrary! Also Luca seemed happy when he murmured in the ear he was gently biting, "How tight you are! I like you!"
Then they exchanged roles, several times, until at last both came and the silent spectator left in a hurry, satisfied with the beautiful scene he had been able to assist, undisturbed. Piero relaxed, sated. Luca offered him something at the bar, then asked him if he wanted to go out with him. Piero accepted.
"Can I offer you dinner?" Luca asked as they were out, under the arcades, looking at his watch.
"Yes, I was waiting for you to ask, but we go Dutch Treat." Piero answered.
The went to a Chinese restaurant almost in front of the sauna and at last they introduced themselves and started to learn a little about each other. Piero told him about Gianni, then some of his more interesting adventures. Luca told about himself. How he lost his cherry when he was twelve years old, thanks to his sixteen years old cousin.
His cousin, with the excuse of playing espionage, had tied him to a trunk up in the attic and had started the interrogation. He didn't talk, so his cousin announced him that he will now torture him. So he had lowered his shorts and started the "Chinese torture". To make him confess, his cousin wet his finger with saliva and pushed it into Luca's puckered hole.
"No, stop it, stop it, oh no, please..." Luca begged, not because he felt any pain, but just to play the game. On the contrary, he was discovering that the finger entering him was giving him a sort of dull pleasure. Luca had already reached his puberty (we are all precocious, in my family, Luca explained to him) and recognized in the "game" a clear sexual pleasure. "I'll never talk..." he said, so his cousin entered him with two fingers, then three... and at last he lowered his jeans and entered him with his hard cock. Luca felt a light annoyance feeling widened by the strong rod, but also a great pleasure. He continued to moan, "No, stop it, stop it..." but just as he became aware of his words, they seemed to excite his cousin even more as he was hammering in him with vigor. Neither of them was pretending any more that it was an espionage game, now. "I love your tight ass, Luca!" his cousin said, and Luca answered just with a "Yeeessss..."
Then Luca told him of his first great love. It was a class mate, a seventeen years old who had to repeat a year, so he was just sixteen. He had gone to his friend's home to play electronic games. When his friend, suddenly, embraced him and touched him between his legs, he immediately did the same.
The were lovers until the end of the High School. Alternating between games, studies and fucking in the empty home of his friend, whose parents did not return except at dinner time; they normally used his friend's parents bed, which they carefully redid afterwards.
After High School graduation, his friend entered Psychology University in Padova, so they had to separate. Luca, instead, got a job and here met his second man. He was a storehouse man (Luca worked in the accounting office) married and father of two children. They had met and understood each other in one of the firms toilets, when they were at both using the urinals. The man looked at him and meanwhile masturbated and when he saw that Luca's eyes were staring at his member, he shoved it toward him and asked him if he wanted to wait for him at the exit from work... They became lovers and their relationship lasted for two years, meeting almost every day after work. The man went with him to a garage box he used as a storage place, where he had built a loft with a comfortable wide mattress. But after two years the man grew tired of him and left him.
So, one after another, Luca had had several lovers, but now was free...
"And... are you too free?" Luca asked as a conclusion.
"Yes."
"Do you live by yourself?"
"Yes."
"So, then... can I came to your place, tonight?"
"Sure, sure."
They made love again and felt asleep, together. Piero thought it was great to sleep next to the naked body of the man with whom you had sex with and to feel that warm and soft body, all night long. It was a new experience. Luca, without any of them deciding or talking about it, moved into his place. In the beginning, Piero thought he had found the right companion. At home, Luca did all the chores, leaving him a lot of free time for his work or to write, just interrupting him at times during the day to make love, besides at night time when they went to bed.
Luca seemed inexhaustible. He was always "on high heat", as Luca said, always ready to make love. But little by little Piero noticed that between them there was no communication, no dialog. They were together, sure, they fucked, and that was all. And also about fucking, for Piero this was becoming too much, he couldn't maintain a rhythm of two, three times per day. He tried to talk about that with his friend, but Luca didn't seem to understand,
"You don't like me any more?"
"Oh, yes, I like you, I love how you make love, sure, but... but not so often!"
"But I like you too much, and I need you!"
"But, Luca, two, three a day, every day... it's too much for me. Even just once, some times. It could happen at times I feel tired, and I feel like I don't want to do it, even if I like you very much."
"But to me... it is not enough, you see. If you are tired, you lay, there still, I'll do everything."
"No, no, it would still be the same. It tires me all the same, it wears me out..."
So, for some days, Luca didn't pester him, let him be in peace during the day and at times even during the night. But Piero was aware Luca was masturbating alone and that, in some ways, disturbed him and gave him a sense of guilt. So they resumed their previous rhythm and Luca was happy, but Piero was depressed...
This situation dragged on for a while, until Piero made up his mind and told Luca that he couldn't stand the situation any more, that it was better if they parted and that Luca had to look for another lover more suitable to him, to his needs.
"So, it's over? You don't want me any more?"
"Yes, Luca, I'm sorry, but it's over."
So Luca left his house, and they never met again. And Piero felt like as if he had been freed. For sure Luca knew how to make love in a splendid way, but... too much is too much. So Piero was alone again. At times, he had some short adventures. But not too often. He didn't like going to the cruising places, the gay clubs and a lot less to the toilets or to the parks. And it was not easy at all to find somebody outside of the cruising places, even if it had happened to Luca more than once.
"When has been the last time?" Piero asked himself; putting back Luca's pictures together with his past lovers, and some of his occasional conquests pictures. "At least six months... no, five." he thought smiling to himself, remembering the plumber's help.
One day, the sink drainpipe had broken, so he called a plumber just choosing one of many in the yellow pages. The man came, with his apprentice. The plumber was around fifty, corpulent. The boy around twenty, well shaped. The boss looked at the break, then said to the apprentice,
"It's an easy job. I'll leave you the materials and tools, do a neat job, I trust you. Then, when you are done, ask if you can make a telephone call, I'll come back to pick you up. You can call me at the usual place..." and went away.
As soon as the boss was out, the boy sniggered and looked at Piero, "Do you guess where my boss is going? To meet his lover. He often does so, his wife does not suspects. And I, for a thirty minutes work, have to wait around one and a half hour, to... give him his time..."
Piero smiled, then, weighting up the boy and thinking he wasn't bad at all, asked him, "I bet you would prefer to swap places with your boss, now."
"I? Never in my life!"
"Is she so ugly, your boss woman?"
"No, it's just that... I'm not interested in... fucking."
Piero looked at him amazed for this frank but unexpected answer. The boy was sitting under the kitchen sink, his legs widespread, and was messing about with his tools. Piero could notice the swelling fly of the boy's jeans.
"You don't like to fuck?"
"Nooo! Women are just a pain in the neck. They stick on you and who can shake them off? I'm young, I want still be free. Free like air. Do you understand me?"
"But... you never happen to feel... desire?"
"How much! But I made it pass away..." the boy answered looking at him from under the sink and winking him his eye while he moved up and down his closed fist in a clear allusive gesture and sneered.
"Well, yes, sure..." Piero said with circumspection, "but alone... wouldn't it be better with two?"
"Sure, with two is better. But it's not always so easy to find..."
Piero felt like saying him "I'm here..." but he didn't dare. But that fly generously swollen whet his appetite. The boy ended his work and came out from under the sink, and stood in front of Piero, but the young man didn't stand aside.
"It's done. Now I have to call him, then wait for him on the street for one more hour..."
"You can wait for him here..." Piero suggested feeling his heart starting to beat strongly in his chest. He had decided he wanted to try it with that boy.
"Here? Thank you, but... I won't be not a bother to you?"
"No, not at all."
"Can I wash my hands?"
"Sure, come to the bathroom."
Piero didn't leave the bathroom and observed the boy washing his hands. His jeans wrapped tightly his small hard buttocks and Piero felt the desire to put his hands on it, to finger it. The boy dried his hands on the towel Piero was handing him then, pointing at his fly, said with a smile,
"Sorry, but I need also..."
"Go on..." Piero said, but didn't move.
The boy looked at him for a moment with a surprised look, then his eyes had an imperceptible flash, so he started to open his belt, but without turning toward the bowl. Piero didn't move. The boy undid each buttons , opening his fly, never turning. Piero still didn't move and looked at him with a light smile on his lips. The boy lowered his jeans a little, put a finger in the elastic band of his pearl gray underwear and said, "In a while, if you stay here, you'll see a show..."
"I guess so." Piero answered in a low voice.
"You don't need to guess... look!" the apprentice said lowering his underwear with a quick gesture and revealing a semi erected member, really considerable. Piero, instinctively, licked his lips.
"So?" the boy proudly asked, not at all ashamed.
"Wow! Really beautiful, remarkable. But I would like to see all the rest..."
"The rest?" the boy asked not understanding, while his member was slowly rising to full hardness.
"Yes, the rest of your body..."
"Naked?"
"Naked."
"Then we had better get out here... You have a bed, right?" the boy said giving him a cunning smile and caressing his own member that, as in reply, jumped up.
"Come..."
In bed Piero had his second surprise. After a few preliminaries, and after Piero gave him some head, the boy offered him his nice ass and with a voice hoarse with desire, asked, "Fuck me! Please!"
That boy with such a manly figure, wanted to be fucked. Piero did it with real pleasure and much to the satisfaction of the boy that was rocking under him, accompanying in a skilled way each of his pushes. His boss, this time, could have all the time he wanted to have his sex at his full leisure... Piero thought smiling while he was enjoying that big boy, warm and fully available.
They met again, a couple of times, until the boy confessed to him that he had a lover, really jealous, that had started to suspect something.
"I'm sorry, but I don't want to have problems with him, you understand? He, he's not skilled as you are, in bed, but I love him and so..."
"It is the first time you... cheat on him?"
"Yes. It's eight months now we are together. We are looking for a flat together, you see. He is your age, but he works in the markets, he sells vegetables with his two brothers. He too was a client of my boss, like you..."
"So, you always cruise your clients?" Piero asked, amused.
"No... I never considered that, at all, but like you... He had... well he made me understand he wanted me and... But now I want to be faithful to him, you see... I'm sorry..."