Piero's agitations continued in the following days, even if the boy was doing nothing to provoke it. But the more Piero tried to keep it back, the more it seemed to strengthen. He always woke up at six A.M.; almost as if he had set an internal alarm clock, and each morning he saw the boy's erection and had to get out of bed and leave in order not to fall into temptation. After they had been together for six days, Piero decided that probably it would be better if he went to bed later than the boy, in the hope of waking up later. At midnight he told Akim to hit the bed and the boy put his books on the shelf, and obeyed. Piero remained awake until two A.M. That is until he felt too tired and decided he could go to sleep.
Akim, probably because he had fallen asleep alone, was not in his usual corner but in the center of the bed, his legs spread wide, covered just by the bed sheet.
And it happened, what, in the eyes of the law and of public opinion, must absolutely not have happened.
Piero should have simply woken the boy up and asked him to make place for him. But, perhaps thinking not to disturb the boy, or perhaps because he was really tired and that prevented him from clearly thinking, or his loneliness, or the desire to long repressed and not attenuated by his morning masturbation... Or possibly a little of all that, mixed together in an explosive recipe...
Piero climbed into bed, trying to avoid any contact with the boy's body, in a faint desire not to violate the rules he had imposed on himself, and curled up in the scant free space, holding his breath. He shut off the light and tried to sleep. But his heart was so strongly beating that he was quite surprised this didn't wake up Akim. The boy emitted a light sigh and moved... and his hand brushed Piero face, one of his fingers brushed against Piero's lips and the man shivered, almost in terror of the intensity of the emotion that light and involuntary touch had stirred up in him. It was more than an emotion, Piero felt suddenly, incredibly excited, aroused. He didn't dare to move. Akim moved again and one of his legs touched the man's legs, provoking in him a second extremely violent shock. Piero felt his mind aflame, his body aflame. And one of his hands, quite as if it had a will of its own, moved and his fingertips brushed one of the boy nipples, and it became immediately turgid under his fingers.
Piero was feeling his head, his neck, his chest bursting... and also lower. With his other hand, he searched and brushed the lips of the boy, soft as silk. Akim moved again, turning on his side towards his professor and put one of his arms on the man waist like in an involuntary and unconscious embrace. Piero hand abandoned the nipple and lowered to lightly caress the stomach. Then lowered under the bed sheet, until his palm felt the gentle warmth of the member... not of a boy, but of a ripe man. And the member answered to the light caress with one, two wriggles and started rapidly to become turgid, and Piero felt it, firm, pushing against his hand. At this point, Piero, trying to summon the last shreds of what little will power he still had, slowly withdrew his hand from that tempting member and thought, he had to leave the bed, to get away from that bad even if he had to remain awake all night.
But just then, he heard Akim murmur a "No..." and the boy placed his hand on his hand and guided it back onto his swollen member. Piero, his heart in his mouth, looked at Akim's face and saw the boy's eyes wide open, looking at him shining, lighting in the sweetest of the smiles... Piero was no longer able to resist his own desire. That smile had erased all his residual strength, had emptied his will, had made him unable to escape.
"No..." the boy sweetly repeated. "you must not run away..."
And Akim stretched his face towards Piero's, offering him his lips to kiss, keeping his hand pressed on his erection, lowering his other hand to inspect the imperious hard on of the other man. Their lips met, and the boy's tongue opened its way between the man's lips and Piero returned the kiss in full abandon, without thinking any more, without any more impediment, without any more resistance. And Piero recalled his dream and in confusion, prayed that nobody would ring the bell and interrupt that marvelous dream...
Akim pushed the bed sheet away, with his hands urged Piero to sit up on the bed and sat at his turn in front of the man, his legs spread to circle the man legs, and he caressed Piero's face and the boy eyes intensely shone in the faint light of the street lamps filtering through the window. Then Akim's hands lowered to seize the sides of the man's singlet and slowly pulled it away. Then Akim's lips lowered to suck one of Piero's nipples, then the other, tenderly, warmly, sweetly. Piero let him do so, quite grateful that the boy was carrying out his dream, making it real. Their fingers intertwined, tightened, and they kissed again. Akim lowered his hand to search for Piero's member and the man followed suit searching the boy's. Akim forced the elastic band of the man's briefs, lowering them under the root of the hard flesh rod, and with his fingers explored the hard member of Piero. The man then did the same to the boy, while they continued to kiss and to gently play with their tongues. Akim made the uncut skin slip down with his strong, tapered fingers. Piero caressed the heavy testicles of the boy and kneaded them. All this was happening in silence, in an unreal silence, exactly like it was in his dream.
Lying back down again, they tightly embraced, on their sides, and they mutually freed themselves of their briefs. They kissed again, pressing their pelvis one against the other, their hands intent on caressing their companion's back and buttocks. Piero felt Akim shuddering, tensing, holding on tight to him with vigor and between their compressed tummies gushed out a jet, then another, and again... and then Piero came, one spout after another. Their seed was still flowing, when he heard the boy exhale a deep sigh and felt him relax between his arms. Akim shuddered again once or twice, then again sighed deeply. Then Piero felt him rapidly slip into sleep...
Then the man parted from the boy, who was now lying on his back. He got up, stunned. Went to the bathroom and washed his belly. He took a small towel, moistened it and went back in the room to gently and carefully clean the boy's belly. The boy didn't wake up, continued to quietly sleep. Now, Piero felt like a criminal, who was going back to the scene of the crime, to carefully erase all evidence of his misdeed. He threw the towel under the bed and replaced his singlet and briefs. He couldn't put the boy's briefs on him, without awakening him, so he placed them near his waist, then covered the boy with the bed sheet and laid on it to go to sleep. He had difficulty falling asleep. What would happen in the morning? Would the boy act as if nothing had happened? Perhaps he really would not remember it at all... no, it was impossible - with those briefs pulled off and not replaced! Or would he be standoffish, possibly he would have decided to go back home. And tell all to his father. Or else... But what did you do, Piero? His thoughts confused, while at last he was falling asleep, restless.
The morning after he was wakened by the noise of the shower. Akim wasn't in bed. Piero stood up, alarm setting in, suddenly recalling what happened in the night. His heart was furiously beating. He noticed the boy's briefs, carefully folded on his trousers, on the chair near the bed. What did that mean? And his heart stopped as the shower ceased to flow. And when the bathroom door opened and the slender shape of the boy, the towel tied around his waist, stood in between the doorposts, he felt a pang in his stomach. "Ah, I was coming to wake you up, professor. It's time to go at the beach, right?" Akim asked quietly.
Did he decide to act as nothing had happened? Piero asked himself. "Yes, I'll get ready, now." the man answered and both were at once busy getting dressed. They went to have their breakfast. Then went to the sea. Swam to their small beach, laid under the sun. Then Piero, with a hesitant voice, asked, "Do you feel OK, Akim?"
"Sure, professor." the boy answered, quietly.
"Don't you... regret... what happened?"
"No, why?" Akim asked, rather surprised. Then worriedly asked, "Do you regret... perhaps?"
They looked at each other, straight in the eyes, and Piero said in a very low voice, more to himself than to the boy, "No..."
"Then, all is all right." Akim concluded lying again with a blissful expression.
"Yes, all is OK..." Piero murmured, amazed, because he realized that all his fears were dissolving like snow under the sun, and that rather a kind of serene golden calm was giving way in him.
The day passed as usual, like all the other days. At midnight, Piero said to Akim, "Go to bed, now!"
The boy answered, looking in his eyes, "Don't you come?"
"Yes... yes..."
"Soon?"
"Soon." Piero answered and again felt in a turmoil. What would happen now? He intended to do nothing, to behave as if nothing had happened between them, like all the other nights. Piero started to undress, turning his back to the boy, as every night, until he heard him slipping into the bed. Then, wearing his briefs and singlet, the man was about to climb into the bed.
But Akim, looking at him, said in a whisper, "You can pull off everything, no?"
Piero felt a bang inside his head. Then saw the light smile of Akim, and he felt himself melting completely and decided, like in a trance, to bare himself.
Akim's smile accentuated a little. Naked, he slip under the sheet and was about turn off the light, but Akim said, in a murmur, "I would like the light on, this time..."
"What? Ah, yes... as you like..."
Akim, under the sheet, drew near the man, embraced him and curled against him, lying his cheek on the man's chest. Piero gently caressed him and the boy huddled against him and Piero felt Akim's vigorous erection pushing against his thigh. And he too was completely aroused, at that point.
"Professor?"
"Yes? What's up?"
"It's a lot of months I'm dreaming this..."
"You? Lot of months? But... how could you know that I..."
"I didn't know. And neither I dared to hope it. I'm just very lucky."
"I... I am not your first man." he said.
"No. But the best. You are really the best, professor. In all meanings."
"If... if you and I... if we again do..." Piero started to say, but become silent. He didn't know how, what to say. 'Love'? Or just 'sex'? Or perhaps 'that game'?
But Akim came to his rescue, "Love, professor?"
"Yes, right... you have to stop calling me professor. At least when we are here. You have to call me Piero."
"For real?" Akin asked holding him tight and turning his head to kiss his nipple.
"Sure."
"Like... like two lovers?"
To Piero that word was a shock. But he collect himself and answered, "I don't know... for the moment... like two friends." he hesitantly suggested.
"All right, Piero. But in front of the others, I'll call you professor and show respect, right? Nobody has to know, right? Or they will try to divide us..."
"Right."
"But you, Piero, are you happy to have me?"
"Sure, a lot."
"I... do you like me?"
"Very much."
"And... am I your first boy?"
"N... no..."
Akim sighed and said with a low voice but in a cheerful tone, "Happily!"
"Happily? And why?"
"Yes, if I was your first boy, at your age, it was possible that after you changed your mind and told me we had to cease. That way, on the contrary... But the... you did like me even before? You wanted me even before yesterday night?"
"Yes, it is so."
"And I on the contrary was afraid you would chase me, if I let you understand... You were so... so professor, with me."
"Because I desired you, but I didn't want to admit it. But you, last night... you did everything on purpose?"
"Oh no! I would never have found that courage, I would never have dared. But when you touched my lips and I woke up, I understood and waited... to be sure."
Piero giggled and told him how all had started.
Akim, at the end of the explanation, said, "Well, I've been really lucky, then. But now, Piero... would you like to make again love with me? I really would like to..."
"Certainly, my little Pharaoh, certainly." Piero answered, now happy, and went on the boy's body, starting to make love with him, feeling a sense of lightness and of freedom in himself.
Akim responded with enthusiasm and now was almost always smiling. And when the boy felt that Piero was intensely aroused, enticingly offered himself to the man sweetly murmuring, "Make me yours, please... let me feel that I'm yours..."
Piero happily nodded yes. Raising his legs, pulling them over his shoulders, and while Akim was lubricating his little quivering hole with his saliva, seized him by his waist.
Then the boy got hold of the man rod and guided it between his firm and warm buttocks, to the quivering goal, and Piero started to slowly sink inside him. And the man thought that Akim was the beauty made flesh, a flower. And he picked this flower with a tenderness and a vigor at the same time. While Akim was welcoming the man in himself, his eyes shone of an intense and warm light and his lips parted in the most warm and blissful smile. Pietro started to move inside him, back and forward, inside the velvety and throbbing channel, and lowered to kiss those silken lips, that fresh mouth tasting like milk and honey. That night they made love for a long while, neither of them wanting it to end too fast, that first, wonderful union.
Piero was enraptured by the low pleasure whining the boy emitted, shuddering with pleasure between the man arms and legs. He never felt so complete and so happy with a male, as he now felt with this boy! In the end, when both had reached their orgasm and were at last sated, they relaxed and fell asleep, tightly embraced in their bliss. They slept soundly; and in the morning they woke up at nine. After kissing each other good morning, they got up and started the usual daily activities. But now, for both, everything was different, much more beautiful, because they felt a new tie, intimate, sweet and strong at the same time.
Piero, in those days, thought very much about Akim and himself. And realized that in reality he was deeply in love with the boy. But he didn't know if it was right to tell him that or not. Perhaps it was, the boy was very mature for his age and not only physically. But, he decided that he had to talk with Carla first, to ask her advice. How would Carla react? Like the other time? But this time it involved one of his pupils, who was also a minor... a boy he was presumed not to touch even with a finger, and that on the contrary... And yet, Piero didn't feel guilty, not at all. Because it was evident to Piero that the boy was deeply in love with him. It was sufficient to see how, now, the boy's face lightened in a wonderful smile each time their eyes met. That smile once so rare, was now always ready for him. A transformation like that could be provoked just by love, a real love.
Little by little, during the morning at the shore, Akim started to tell to his man about himself. He told about his childhood, poor, but really happy, in his hometown of Quseir, on the Red Sea. His family, Coptic, was really not native to Quseir, but his father had moved to Quseir just after his graduation. There he worked for a small firm in the port. He had met his mother, they married and he was born, the first of four brothers, the others being Girgis, Hennes and Butros. Akim was the only one not to be christened with a Christian name, because his father wanted to give him the name of their Muslim benefactor. When Akim was six years old, the firm where his father worked, had gone bankrupt and so their wandering had begun. His father had done shift work with several jobs, but to support a family of four people was very hard. So, at eight, Akim was sent to work as a shop boy for a tailor. And here, when he was ten, he had had his first sexual experience with another shop boy, a lad fifteen years old. This one, once when the tailor was absent, called Akim into the back of the shop and there, rising his tunic, had shown him his erect member. That first time they just touched each other, then jerked off mutually. Then, after some other occasions, the other had persuaded him to suck his cock, and Akim loved that. And one day, after less than a month, he persuaded Akim to turn, he had risen his small tunic and penetrated him. Akim liked this too, even if he was aware that the other one, even if calling him his little lover, just wanted to amuse himself. So, each time that they were alone and his companion told him he wanted fuck him, he quietly accepted.
During that period his father, being not able to earn the minimum for a decent life for his family, at first tried to find a work in Cairo, then he went to Italy. After one year, having found regular work, he moved his family to Turin. So they all moved. And here were born Hennes and Butros. His father wanted his sons to study. To Akim it had been hard to learn a new language, new customs. And his teachers were content with what the boy was able to achieve by himself, without really helping him, without challenging him to do better ("as on the contrary you did!"). In Turin he had had his second sexual experience. With a neighbor, a twenty years old Algerian. This one, with the pretext of needing help to move some furniture in his home, called him, closed the door, embraced him and kissed him. Akim was aroused (it was his first kiss) and when the other had undressed him and pushed him on his bed, didn't resist. Sex had been agreeable but the Algerian, even though he was an handsome boy and likeable, didn't appeal very much to Akim, because when they were alone and in bed, treated him "like his girl. But I'm a male!"
After about a year, Akim met a boy (this time an Italian). This boy was twenty three years old and once when he was hitchhiking had stopped and given him a ride. And at a certain point had touched him between his legs. Akim liked him, so when this one suggested to him that they go to his place, he followed him and they had sex. They met several times and became lovers. That young man was not bad, he liked him both physically and for his personality, and also the sex was good. They were lovers for almost two years, that is until Akim became Piero's student.
But then the boy, who was falling in love with his teacher, decided to part with his last lover, "because at that point I was interested in just you. I couldn't be his boy, I couldn't make love with him while fancying you, it would not be honest to him. Even if I really didn't think it possible that... that you could like me. And on the contrary... now, thanks to you, I am the happiest man on Earth."
Piero smiled at the word "man" but thought that, really, in spite of his registry office data, Akim was indeed more a man than a boy. Piero caressed him and felt a deep pleasure in feeling Akim quiver all long his body at his caresses. And keenly perceived that Akim really belonged to him, body and soul. For Piero, it was a completely new emotion, nobody had given himself to him so totally, so fully. And he strongly felt the responsibility, having accepted that gift. He had not, he could not to disappoint that boy. And he will not do that, he had sworn inside himself.
The vacations were at their end. Both were tanned (Akim skin had assumed a wonderful bronze color that made him even more beautiful and desirable and even more the living image of Tutankhamen) and happy.
They went back to Turin. Along the way they talked again about themselves. "Akim, it will be difficult for you, once back in school, to talk to me formally again, to hide from the others what there is between us..."
"No. This is our secret, just ours. And I'm able to keep secrets. You will treat me like all the other students and I will treat you as it is to be done with any teacher. And when you have to scold me, you will, and I will know that it is right that way. Don't worry, Piero, you will see, everything will be smooth. Trust me."
Piero smiled at his boy's self confidence. Now that he knew him better, he was able to see, under his gentleness, a strength, a determination and a self assurance really worthy of an adult, a mature man. And possibly that contrast boy-man, fascinated him.
"Why did you fall... feel attracted by me?" suddenly Piero asked; changing his wording when he realized that he had not yet told Akim of his love for him.
"Because... well, because in your eyes I read interest and respect for me. And trust. And also because you are beautiful. One day you came in the classroom with some clothes that were wrapping your body quite tightly and I... all the lesson long... had such a hard on that the only thing I was able to think was how much I would have loved being in your arms."
"And... didn't I disappoint you, in those days?"
"Disappoint? No, on the contrary. It has been lot more beautiful of what I could fancy. When God gave you the life whiff, He must be thinking right to me, I believe."
"I really don't think to be so perfect..." Piero protested.
"I didn't say you are perfect. No one is perfect besides God. But you are the right person for me. And I... I hope to be the right person for you. Or to become so."