Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2005 07:27:07 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Alain's Diary - 13/14 (adult-youth)

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ALAIN'S DIARY
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005
written on October 8th, 1990
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Dave

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"ALAIN'S DIARY" 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.

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Part 13


5th of April '74, Thurs.

Babette called me at the office, to tell me she had thought with Chris
to marry in May. As she wants it's me to accompany her at the altar, she
would like Jac to be his best man. I asked Jac who was near me and he
accepted at once, moved to have been chosen. Babette is just 17 and
Chris 19, but I feel they'll be a splendid couple. Afterwards, Jac told
me we can give them, as our wedding present, all the furniture for their
bedroom, the living room and the kitchen, with all the appliances. By
now I don't ever dispute with Jac - I just said yes. He possibly was
waiting for me to raise objections and was astounded I didn't so he said
me, "thank you". Isn't that fun?

Then, in the afternoon the switchboard passes me a call from Mister
Boisselet who greets me by saying "how are you, my dear DŽtraz?" and I
remained so gaping that I manage just to answer, "Fine, thank you. And
you?" and he, "not so bad." Then he asks me something about work, thanks
me, tells me to say goodbye to Jac and cuts off. Jac, who was near me
and understood it was his father, notices my expression and asks me what
happened, so I told him. He just smiled and said nothing.


April 11th 1974, Wednesday

Jac went to cut his hair so I take advantage to write a little. It's
becoming more and more difficult being able to write in this diary
hiding it from him. His father continues to threat me fairly. He always
is very formal, but now calls me "my young man" and no more "DŽtraz". It
is a kind of step forward.

Jac had a telephone chat with his cousin and says that next Sunday we
are invited for lunch at his and his boyfriend Manuel's place. So I can
at last meet the author of this small portrait I love so much.

I've also heard from Babette, who's making all the preparations for her
wedding. I told her about the present Jac and I will give them and she
says, "that's too much!" and I said, "no, it is too little, but it's ok
that way. You two have to simply choose what you like, without problems
of price. But so you can renew the house, paint all the rooms too." And
she replied, "Chris and I, we are already painting them." "Good. But,
please, we want you to choose good and nice and strong furniture, or
else we will be very upset. We will send you a cheque for the payments."

Shit, Jac hurried up, he's already coming, and I hear his voice in the
corridor.


April 15th '74, Sun.

Jean Marc and Manuel are a remarkable couple, I like them. Jean Marc is
a cheerful and witty guy, with a considerable sense of humor. He is not
handsome, but his eyes are really beautiful. I saw all his drawings,
mainly nudes of Manuel (what a body, man!) and also oil paintings. He is
really skilled. Manuel is a lot more quiet and calm. He plays
wonderfully it's a pleasure to listen to his music. Every now and then
they held hands, or exchanged some pecks, it was a pleasure to look at
them, it's evident they really get on well together, even though, Manuel
said, at times they also have lively discussions, but then they
immediately make peace. Jean Marc says he would like making my naked
portrait, but I feel a little ashamed. We will see. Manuel told me to be
careful, because his lover, at times, takes his models to his bed;
immediately Jean Marc swore it is not true, they are just slanders,
because he would never cheat on Manuel as he is a "sangre caliente" and
he fears he would kill him. It was evident they were just jesting.

In the afternoon we climbed on top of the Tour Eiffel, all four
together. What a view! The weather was perfect and we could see all
around as far as the eye could reach. We spent a nice time with them and
we intend to meet from time to time, now that Jac and I live in Paris.


April 17th 1974, Tuesday

Today it's my 19th birthday. Jac planned to throw a big party for me,
but he couldn't, because he got a call telling him that his father
suddenly felt bad, and he is seriously ill and he was admitted in the
emergency hospital, they think it was an infarct. So Jac had to go
immediately.

Anyway he made me a surprise, today - in fact I am now writing in our
new flat. He just had the time to take me here, then I saw him with his
car at the airport and he flew to Lyon where the hospital is that his
father is in. I wanted to go with him, but he says its better I stay
here to carry on the work in the agency office.

This flat is just a dream. Everything is so beautiful, and also if we
choose everything together, seeing all at its place makes a totally
different and more beautiful effect.

Yesterday Jac took me at the bank with him, because he wants also my
signature on his personal account, so that I can draw money when and how
much I need it. This gives me a weird feeling. If I wanted I could steal
from him a lot of money. But he knows he can trust me. Even if it was my
money I would never squander it, and this even more as it is his money.
He becomes upset when I say so, he says that money is also mine, as it
is not money of the firm but his personal funds, therefore what belongs
to him belongs to me and so that money is also mine. But I cannot yet
get used to that. Yes, it is true that, as he says, if it was me to be
rich and not him, I would behave with him exactly as he behaves with me.
But it is easier to make a gift than to accept it. Even if he says that
this is being haughty and haughtiness is a bad thing.

Ah, my Jac, how much I love you! Will I ever be able to totally show you
how much?


April 20, '74, Friday

Jac is back home. He is worried about his father who still has an
extreme reserved prognosis. The day after tomorrow he will fly back to
Lyon. He told me that his father asked him if everything is fine with
me. He told him yes, and that I would have liked to go to see him, but
he asked me to stay in the office. His father asked him to tell me thank
you.

Before coming back home, Jac popped over to see Babette and Corinne and
the others. This pleased me and I thanked him and he said, "You didn't
thank me for going to see my father. They also are my family, aren't
they?" He is so dear!

Today I wanted to make love on our roof garden, but he said it is still
too cold. He is possibly right. So we did it in our bathing tub, a big
and wide one, sloshing in the warm water, a really sensual thing. Water
delays a little orgasm, thus it lasted longer than usual and has been
wonderful. Then we dried each other, and went to lie on our bed where we
embraced and we cuddled and fondled some more. Then the telephone rang
and I was somewhat bothered, but then I feared it was for Jac's father
so I answered in hurry.

It was Babette. At last they connected her telephone. So we chatted for
a while, then Jac with my sister, then also Chris wanted to chat with
Jac and with me. To me, Chris said, "Alain, I wanted to thank you for
the wedding present. You've been fabulous, you and Jac. I'm longing to
meet you two again to say my thanks in person." I said, "for you and
Babette it is very little thing. And I fear you two kept too low in the
expense, if I know you both." And he, "no, no, on the contrary, I'm
afraid we choose even too nice furniture." Then I asked him, "Did you
already book for the wedding party? If you need a hand, just tell us;
don't stand on ceremony, please." And he, "no, thank you, my family
wants to offer the party. My dad is not really rich, but he has no money
problems. Ah, by the way, I wanted to tell Jac but I forgot. My parents
asked me who's Jac to be the best man for Babette and who made with you
such a big present for our wedding. So I told them that Jac is the best
family friend for Babette and you. Was I wrong telling so?" and I, "no,
I don't think so; it's the best answer you could give. But do they know
he's the mine boss' son?" "Yes, of course, as soon as they heard the
family name they understood." And I, "and didn't they think weird he is
our friend?" and he, "possibly a little, but I told them I know Jac and
I'm not at all astounded, as he isn't somebody haughty." "Very good,
Chris, you really couldn't explain better than that!" and he says, "Hey,
Alain, you know that I really love you and Jac, don't you?" "You never
told us, but thank you, we now know. We too love you a lot, Chris, by
the way." And he, "yes, I noticed. Well, goodbye, Babette wants to talk
some more with you."


April 26th '74, Friday

Jac called me from Babette's home. His father feels better, is out of
danger, but the doctors told him he cannot and must not look after the
mine and the business. Therefore mister Boisselet decided to split the
mine and all his belongings in equal shares between his three sons and
retired from business, just keeping for himself an income and the life
use of the villa they have near Lyon. Jac is the youngest, his two
brothers are both married and the second has already two children. I
don't yet know them I just caught a glimpse of the elder, once. Jac
doesn't talk often about them, and even though I don't think there are
not dissensions, evidently there is not even a big harmony amongst them.
I feel that Jac is becoming more affectionate to my family than to his
own.

The day after tomorrow Jac at last comes back to Paris.


First of May 1974, Wednesday

On the 3rd we will go to my village, as they marry on the 4th. We
decided to go down with the car. Jac, as the best man, took upon himself
to buy the two wedding rings; they are Cartier, in gold of three colors,
very beautiful. I have a feeling that Jac and Chris are becoming friends
and I'm really glad of that. The two getting married decided to go for
their honeymoon to Venice very romantic.

Last Sunday Philippe went to see Babette to have my news and then she
called me and we chatted on the phone. Even though he could say very
little as my little brothers were there roaming up and down and could
hear him, he managed to make known to me he has a new boyfriend who is
living with him, as his wife already left the home. He says he is a
right guy, that he likes him a lot and that he will tell me more on the
occasion of the wedding, as my sister invited him. I told him to take
also his boyfriend with him and his son.

Then I talked with Did", who told me that he likes school and all goes
well, then asked me if I am bring him a present. I asked him what he
desires and he said he would like some roller-skates. Then he passed me
to Corinne, who is in good health and she too loves her school. She told
me that she thinks of me always, so I asked her to write me letters.
Then she told me about the dress she will wear for the marriage, full of
pride for being the bridesmaid.

Then asked me if "uncle Jac" was there so Jac talked for a while with
everyone and it was a pleasure to see at the end of the telephone chat
how much he was glad having talked with all of them.


May 5, 1974, Sunday

Chris and Babette left for their honeymoon yesterday evening, after the
ceremony and the party. Thus, Jac and I slept in their new double bed.
The ceremony has been very beautiful and suggestive and I was moved (but
also Jac) and last night I told Jac that I envied them, because we would
never be able to have such a beautiful ceremony. Chris was beaming in
his striped mouse-gray dress, his bowtie and the patent leather shoes.
He looked like something out of a fashion magazine, elegant and slender.
Babette wore a white long dress, of tulle, simple but elegant and as she
is tall and slender like him, she seemed a fashion model. So very
beautiful, both of them! Jac shot pictures and house movies.

Just after the ceremony, Jac goes near Chris and says, "Watch that you
make her happy." And Chris, "yes, Jac, I will do my very best." Then Jac
squeezes his arm and tells him, "and for any problem with the children,
don't forget I'm here. Do you promise me?" and Chris, "sure, don't doubt
it. The children will miss nothing. We will take care of them you and I,
right?" At this point I interjected and said, pretending to feel
offended, "hey, and Babette and I?" and Chris says, with a serious
expression, "to you and Babette it is a must to care for them. Jac and I
choose to care for them. Because we are in love with you and Babette,
therefore we love also the children."

At the marriage there was also Philippe and... Surprise, surprise,
Robert who was holding hands with Philippe's child. I could not believe
my eyes, so, as soon as I could talk with them alone, I ask, "but, you
two?" and Robert tells me yes, merry as a cricket. Then I ask them how
they met: at the freight-yard, there was no doubt. Now Robert is an
employee at the revenue office. He has lived with Philippe for about a
month and at once Philippe's son and Robert bound together. Robert broke
with his family when they understood what was between him and Philippe.
Then Robert told me that also in bed they get on well, as he likes being
a bottom and Philippe being a top and Philippe is insatiable as he
likes. Philippe was delighted.

Robert told me also that Yves is now a Lyon actor's boyfriend and he now
lives there and he too started performing in theater. It seems that
everybody is settling. Then Robert asked me if I was Jac's boyfriend,
and at that point I could not deny it, but I was pleased that Philippe
didn't tell him, and anyway Robert swore he will keep the secret. He
said he was almost certain, from how Jac and I look at each other...

Today in the afternoon it was a sight seeing Jac lying on the carpet of
the living room with Eric and Etienne jumping over him, riding him, and
were doing him all sort of tricks and he let them do anything, peaceful
and happy.

But last night he was lying with me and we two were putting up all sort
of tricks. My god, how sensual is Jac. When we hit the bed, he put on a
kind of strip tease so sexy that I felt tanked as if it was the first
time I saw him undressing! Then he sat on the bed and made me sit on his
lap and took me so. At times he was still and just kissed me, and it was
so great feeling him inside me. Then he made me lie on my back and
started again to take me and I could feel him slip inside and out while
he French kissed me and touched me everywhere... Then, before cumming,
he asked me to take him. I loved slipping inside him; he makes me feel
how much he wants me, how much he likes me. Then he again took me, than
I took him, I don't know how many times, until we were both so hot that
we could no more restrain ourselves... We kissed to avoid moaning too
load... then we fell asleep in that way, he still inside me, and it was
so very wonderful...


May 12, '74, Sunday

Today the newly weds came back home so we can go back to Paris. And for
the first time I saw Chris naked, in their room, while I was preparing
our luggage and he was changing his clothes there, near me. I liked the
naturalness as he undressed, without exhibitionism but also without the
slightest shame, continuing to quietly talk with me. Babette really made
a good choice, in all meanings.

When I told Jac that I saw Chris naked, and that he is handsome and well
built, he asked me, "you regret being with me?" and I, "you can talk and
talk, as you know very well that nobody can beat you." And he, "that's
not so sure. If you find someone who can beat me, what do you do?" "What
a question, I'll look at him." I say and he, "just that?" and I, "sure
thing, do you doubt it?" "No, my love, absolutely not." We embraced and
kissed. How wonderful when his tongue plays with mine... And then, I
love feeling him turned on because of me...


May 17, 1974, Fri.

Jac charged again.

Last night, after we made love, he says, "but you really want to make me
happy?" and I, "sure thing!" "Then in September you will resume your
studies to get your BAC, and then you enter the university." And I
replied, "but... and the work?" "I'll find a new secretary, handsomer
than you." "Silly man, is not that the problem. It is that so I'll be
just a burden to you and not a help." And he, smiling sweetly, "you
silly boy! If you didn't have the burden of your family, you would have
continued your studies, is it not so? Now the problem doesn't exist any
more, Chris and I can provide to our common family, can't we? Why are
you so stubborn? Babette and Chris would agree I'm right." And I, "of
course, these two are crazy about you! You won both of them, or rather,
all six of them, including the twins." And he, "well, it's because I'm
smart."

We discussed. I asked him for some time to think about that.


May 18th '74, Saturday

I feel that at the end I'll do as he wants.

In fact, I'm thinking, he never does anything without asking me before
my opinion and often he does as I suggest. He gave up his independent
life to live "our" life. So, then, why not I? Why I too cannot give up
my life to him? After all, till now, I never did so really, totally, to
the bottom. It's time, I think. And if I say him yes, I know I'll make
him happy.

But before I need to do something, to be sure. Tomorrow or the day after
I'll go to Lyon by plane, with the pretext I want to see my family...


May 19th, '74, Sun.

Today, while Jac was showering, I called his father and asked him if I
can go to meet him, because I need to talk with him and to ask his
advice. He seemed a little puzzled, but answered that, if I want,
tomorrow morning I can go to his villa at 11 o'clock. So I called
immediately to book the plane for tomorrow morning. Then I also called
Chris to ask him if Monday evening I can find him at home. He told me he
will wait for me.

There! These are the two people who can really help me to understand if
I'm right to accept; his father because, even though he is no more my
enemy, he is neither a close friend. And Chris, who likes me but is less
involved than Babette and I think, therefore, he is a more impartial
judge. Tuesday I'll be back to Paris and can give the final answer to my
Jac.


May 20, '74, Monday

Yesterday evening I told Jac that I felt homesickness and that I'll go
there for a couple of days. He at once said yes, without problems.

This morning I reached Lyon and with a taxi went to Boisselt's villa.
Mister Boisselet received me in his library. As I see him I ask him
about his health, then he asks me, "problems with my son?" "Yes and no,"
I say and explain to him my problem. He listen to me without
interrupting, then asks, "Why are you asking advise from me?" and I,
"can I be totally frank?" "Of course, please." And I, "Because I know
that you will not be influenced by your feelings towards me as Jac would
be." "But you really would like resuming your studies?" "Certainly yes,
very much." "And the thought of being economically supported by my son
is such a burden for you?" "Well, rather..." Then he says, "But my son
is keen about your studies." "So he says."

He reflects for a while, sighs, than says, "Listen, my dear boy (he
really said my dear!). If you were worried about what other people could
think of you, you would not even have started to live with my son.
Therefore the problem is not the judgment of other people but is within
your self. My philosophy is - if you have an occasion, seize the
opportunity, exploit it, and don't let it slip away. You don't seem at
all a profiteer, anyway. My son lost his head for you and for what I see
you too lost your head for him. Do you want to live as any couple? Then
live in that way! In a couple, composed by a man and a woman, I mean, it
would be inconvenient if the man was kept by a woman but it would be
normal, in our society, if the woman is kept by the man. But you both
are men, so you don't have this kind of problem. Be practical! At your
place, I would accept."

I look at him and ask, "You means that I have to accept to be sustained
for years, without giving any contribution?" and he, "That's hard to
accept for a proud boy, isn't it? But if you really are able to give my
son happiness, there is no money, no sum that can pay that back, it is
you who are giving very much to my son in exchange of little thing -
happiness in exchange of the money needed for your studies..." and I,
"forgive me, mister Boisselet, but I can't agree. Because, talking about
happiness, also your son is giving me plenty of it, therefore we are
quits. Then I remain in debt for all the rest."

Boisselet shakes his head and tells me, "Do you know that you are very
much old fashioned, more than I? You are an unusual boy. After all, as
my son is homosexual, he is lucky to have found such an honest and
correct boy as you are, I have to concede that. Anyway in this matter
about your studies, I totally agree with my son. You can go, you can go
my dear boy, and do as my son proposes you."

I understand that this is a farewell. So I stand up and say, "Thank you
very much, sir. And forgive me for the inconvenience." And he says, "No,
no inconvenience. I'm glad that you take me in consideration,
notwithstanding the unpleasant reception I reserved to you the first
time we met. My son can be proud of you. And you will always be more
than welcome in my home - you are worthy of all the respect I wasn't
able to give you at first. Farewell, my dear boy. Have a nice return."

What a strange man. Anyway he is still an awe-inspiring man. All long
our conversation he almost never smiled. Even though at the end he
accepted me fully. But what a difference from Jac!

Back to Lyon, I took the train for St. Etienne. I went to see Philippe,
greeted Robert and Charles, and asked to my friend if he could give me a
ride to home. Philippe took his bike and took me there. He told me that
with Robert it's going from good to better, that he is ten times better
than his ex-wife both in bed and at home, and also with his son, and
that he finally has a very good life.

When we arrived, my family had just sat down to dinner. They asked
Philippe to stay and we ate. After dinner, I talked in confidence with
Chris. I explained to him my problem and he said, "if I wanted to attend
the university and had to stop my job and Babette told me: I've enough
money, there is no problem, I'm glad if you attend the university...
would you think that I am a profiteer and a kept man?" I smiled and
said, "No, I would say that you two are doing the right thing. Therefore
I already gave myself the answer, didn't I?" Chris smiled, put his arm
around my shoulders and said, "You, Alain, you have a little too much
the responsibility complex. You got stuck with it when your dad died and
your mum fell ill. And you rescued your family. As soon as you were
able, you made Babette resume hers studies and made her happy. Don't you
believe it is time you care a little for yourself? Jac loves you and he
wants to show that, also in this way. Why don't you allow him? Don't you
see? It is almost as if I said to Babette: listen, you love me too much.
Don't overdo. All you want to do, you can but now, please, for a while
stop kissing me when we are not in bed... Don't you think I would be
funny if not ridiculous, absurd?"

I burst in laughter and said, "Well, thank you, so I'm funny,
ridiculous, absurd?" and he, "yes, if you refuse starting again your
studies, you will be. You wanted my opinion? Here it is." "Chris... can
I hug you?" "Sure, brother in law, and you can also give me a kiss, it's
not a problem, with me." So we hugged very tight. Then I said, "You are
fantastic, Chris. Thank you also for having hugged me so." And he said,
"At times I think that you are making yourself too many problems, Alain.
I like you, more than a brother, for real." "I feel the same way. Is
everything alright with Babette?" "Wonderful, she is the ideal wife."
"How are the children doing?" "They are the sisters and brothers I never
had, even though I have to be more their father than brother." "What
about you two having children, any ideas yet?" "No. Babette and I
decided to wait till the children are grown up... and we two too. After
all we are still so young... don't you agree?" "Do you know, Chris, that
you are exceptional?" I told him. And he, "Yes, I know, my wife always
remembers me that!" and laughed.


May 21st 1974, Tuesday

I'm in Paris, back home. I told everything to Jac. He said, "I already
knew half of that. My father called me yesterday afternoon at the office
and told me about your meeting. He was really struck by you, and says he
is glad you two met. Then he also said: I never had a great esteem for
those... those like you two, but you both are making me change my mind.
I just had prejudices. A man is to be esteemed for what he his worth,
anything he can do in bed. Exactly so he said. Then he added: tell your
Alain that if he doesn't mind, next time we meet or talk at the phone, I
would like to be less... formal. After all he is part of our family, at
this point, even if in... an unofficial way."

I was listening at Jac's words and couldn't believe my ears. I too,
possibly, had prejudices towards the old Boisselet.

Anyway it's settled - I'll take my BAC then I'll enter the faculty of
letters here at the Sorbonne. Wow!


Saturday 8th of June 1974

Today was Jac's 27th birthday. We met two years ago and are together
since almost one year.

I prepared a surprise for him - for his lunch I invited his cousin with
Manuel and my sister with Chris, paying them the air flight, as Chris
parents take care of the children. Jac was really moved.

But it is Jac the one who made the real surprise, to me. After lunch he
calls me a moment in the kitchen and tells me, "listen, Alain, I had a
surprise for you and if you feel like I would like telling to the
others, now." And I, curious, "what's about?" "You, when Babette and
Chris married, told me that you were somewhat envious of them as we two
could never have such a ceremony. Well, I was thinking that instead we
could have one. We can invite all our friends and our beloved ones and
in front of them we can exchange the rings and swear our love. Then we
can have a party and after we can leave for our honeymoon trip. What do
you think?"

I looked at him with two big eyes and said, "Are you joking?" and he,
"why, don't you like the idea? I thought it was good..." I embraced him
very tight and said, "Good? Fantastic! Incredible! Marvelous! When can
we do it?" and he, "just the time to prepare everything, the ceremony,
the party, our trip and all we need. Let's say for... the 22nd of
August? It would be the second anniversary of our first meeting, right?
Is it too far from now?" "No, it's perfect. Let's go immediately with
the others and tell them" "Sure, my love. Are you happy?" "The
happiererer of the world" I answered inventing a new word.

So we went back with the others and told them. The hugs, the
congratulations, the happiness... I could never have imagined so much.
Then Chris asked me, "Do you want me as your best man? I would be really
proud..." "Sure, Chris, you honor me." I said. So Manuel wants to be the
best man for Jac. All is settled.

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CONTINUES IN PART 14

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