Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2005 07:50:13 +0100 From: A.K. Subject: Alain's Diary - 04/14 (t+t+m adult-youth) ---------------------------- ALAIN'S DIARY by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005 written on October 8th, 1990 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Dave ----------------------------- 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. ----------------------------- Part 4 May 12th, 1972, Friday Today, coming back on the motorbike with Didier, I was thinking about the homework I had to do for school, when he took the hand that I had on his stomach, pushed it down between his legs and shouted at me, "Feel how hard it is!" Without thinking twice, I leaned close to his ear and asked, "Do you want to do like last time? Do I have to beat it off?" He shouted back, "I don't know... it's probably better not to. I don't want to get to like it too much." So, I asked, "What's wrong with that? Aren't we mates, friends?" and I continued fondling him. We had to shout to hear each other over the noise of the engine. Stopping at the side of the road, he turned towards me with these words, "I don't know, Alain. I wouldn't like to become a faggot, but I crave doing it." So, I looked straight into his eyes, and said, self-assuredly, "You are not at all effeminate. You don't run such a risk. And between real friends, it's possible to do these things..." Then he said, "Yes, that's true. You too aren't effeminate. But, doing it again and again... I wouldn't want to become too used to it, you understand? Anyway... it was really great how you beat me off the other time. It was a lot better than just jerking off alone." So, I said, "And there is an even better way..." "Really?" he said, "and what is it?" "Getting blown," I quietly answered. He laughed, "Yeah, but that, it's only girls and faggots who are ready to do it. And I don't see any of them here." "Have you ever been blown?" I asked. "Just once... by a fag." "Do you know a fag?" "You know him too." "Me? Who are you talking about?" I asked him astounded, as if I didn't know one. "Robert," he announced, seriously. Then I, "Come on! Robert Delormes?" "In person," Didier said, self-assuredly. "But Robert flirts with Josiane! And he's not at all effeminate, is he? He is one of the most masculine of us males! What bullshit are you telling me?" "Josiane told me. She said that he goes to the movies to be done by some of the guys there. At first, I didn't believe her, just like you now. I too thought it was all bullshit. But then, do you remember when the school organized a ski week? You didn't come. We all had twin bedrooms and he shared one with me. At night I woke up, when I heard him getting up. He was going to the toilet, I thought. But I heard him climbing the stairs and the toilets are downstairs, not upstairs. So, I got up, and quietly climbed the stairs but there was nobody there. Everything was dark, silent, and the doors shut. I thought I was mistaken, and was about to go back, when I noticed a thin streak of light coming out from under a door, the door of our ski instructor. So, I peeked through the key hole and saw Robert stark naked on the instructor's bed, crouching between his legs, bobbing his head up and down, sucking him off. And then I saw that Robert got on all fours and the instructor moved to his back and pushed his whole hard rod inside Robert's ass-hole and started to fuck him! I swear, I didn't believe my eyes - Robert letting a man fuck him like a girl! I went back downstairs. After a while Robert silently came back. I, having got a hard-on, switched on the light and told him, 'Come here, buddy!' As he did, I pulled off the covers and showed him my hard-on, but he said nothing. So I ordered him, 'Suck it, buddy. Make me come in your mouth.' 'Are you crazy or what?' he whispered, but I said, 'If you don't suck it, I'll tell everybody that I saw the instructor fucking you in the ass.' He begged, 'No, please! Don't ruin me!' and down he went and gave me head. He's really good at it - and, he swallowed every bit of the come. Don't tell anybody, but I really enjoyed it. Then, the next few nights, he wanted to give me head, or to have me fuck his ass, but I wasn't game, because I didn't want to become like him." I was there, agape, and didn't know whether to believe Didier or not. But Didier, from what I know, is not at all a bullshitter. But if a manly boy like Robert is really a faggot, then, how can you understand who is a fag and who isn't? So, even Philippe, or Didier, or even I could be a faggot? I was really confused. Anyway, out of prudence, we decided to do nothing even if both of us desired it. Can one become a fag, or is one born so? I never thought about this problem, but now I would really like to know the answer. Robert a faggot? Unbelievable! May 18, '72 - Thu. I have been observing Robert for some days at school. It seems to me completely impossible that he is what Didier says. And if he really is a faggot, how come he still flirts with Josiane, and she with him, even if, according to Didier, she has to know about it? Anyway... if Robert told me: "I'll like giving you head" I'd accept at once, and not just once. And possibly I'd also like to fuck his ass. I was never very close to Robert. He seems not to be friends with any of us boys and it really seems the guy is always hanging around the girls. At P.E. time he is one of the best and he has a body to make all us boys envious. And between his legs, to judge from the basket in his briefs when we change in the locker room, he seems to have a good-sized tool. Fags, on the contrary, have small dicks, everybody knows that. No, Didier just pulled my leg! 5/23/72 Tuesday The school year is near its end. Mum asked cousin Horace if he thinks they will hire me again, next summer, in the factory. Horace says that he doesn't work there any more because he found a place where the wage is higher. Then Mum asked me to pop up to Philippe's place to ask him if he can put in a good word for me. So today after P.E., I went to his home. His wife came to open the door and told me to wait as Philippe had just come back from work and was now in the shower. I fancied his beautiful naked body under the water spray. If his wife wasn't there, I would have gone in the bathroom to look at it. Finally he comes out wearing a bathrobe. I tell him why I was there, and he says he is almost certain they will hire me again, as I gave them a very good impression. Moreover, the warehouse helper is leaving for the army so I can take his place and stay with him in his department. He says that five days ago he bought a motorbike so he can come to tell me the answer, be it a yes as he presumes, or a no. Then he tells me: "If you want, I'll dress and take you home on my bike." I say yes and wait. His wife asks me news about my mother and all my family and says we are really a nice family and to greet everybody on her behalf. Philippe and I went outside. On his bike, as soon as we are out of the town, I finger him between his legs. He shouts, "Stop it or I'll have an accident!" and I, "It's been too long, I want it." "Almost a month. I'd like it, too," he says. Its dusk and the headlights are already on. "Find a safe place and stop, please!" I say. "All right, that's just what I was thinking," he says, and soon he turns in a small side road and stops behind some tall bushes. We sucked each other for a good while, taking turns. Then we ended jerking off each other until we came. "In bed, it's a lot better." I said and he, "Yes, but how can we? At your home there is always someone. But... if you really come to work with me, we can get together." And I: "Get together? How? At work it will be risky. We can get caught." "Don't worry," he says, "I've a plan. You'll see." but he didn't want to explain it to me. Then he took me home. 18th of June 1972, Sunday Yesterday we received our final grades - I passed again, but this year I was sure I could, I had good marks. Then, this evening Philippe came and he says that I can start tomorrow to work with him, as they will hire me again, and that I'll work in his department, with him. I'm happy, so I can bring some money home, as there is never enough. Then I'll meet Thibaud again, and I'm really glad about that, and also about Jean and Michel and the others. And Philippe, of course. As he dropped me off near our house, I asked if he thought about how we could have sex again, and he answered, "Don't worry". But again he didn't want to explain to me how. He wanted to do something right there, but we were still too close to the village and it was risky. We just brushed each other a while through our trousers and were near coming in our pants, so we had to stop. Babette passed, of course, with full marks, and Corinne also did very well. Eric and Etienne are growing up nicely and are more and more handsome. If you see them you really can't tell them apart. When they're together at home, we can tell, as Eric is sweeter and Etienne more of a bully, but it's difficult all the same. Anyway Mum put a bracelet on each of them with their name on it, so it's easier. I said that we had to give them each a different tattoo to be really sure the bracelets are not exchanged, but Mum got mad at me. It seemed me a good idea... Errr... Now Did" is sleeping in his bed here near my desk with the covers off him as it is hot weather. He too is growing well. Next year I will be in my final course and will have the final test and get my bac. The year after, Didier will start to go to school. Happily I will start to work. If we have enough money, I would like to give Dad and Mum a TV set, eventually, even if it's only a black and white one. And I would also like to buy a record player, but I may be dreaming too much. There are more essential and useful things to buy first. Sometimes, we go to watch TV at our neighbor's house, it's a color TV. It's great. We just have an old radio that Uncle Michel, Mum's brother, gave us. Better than nothing. Aunt Madeleine, Dad's sister, married a German man just last week and went to live with him in Nuremberg. They invited us to their wedding, but we didn't go as we didn't have enough money to give them a present, and Dad didn't want to go empty handed. From his pictures, Kurt, Madeleine's husband, seems a real hunk. June 24th, 1972, Saturday Today Philippe, after work, took me home with his motorbike again. Then when we got there, he says he has to talk with my parents. So, he says to them, as his wife and son will leave on Monday to spend the Summer at her parents' seaside house, he will be alone, so he asks my parents to let me to stay at his house during the week, and to come back home here at the village on Sundays. This is the surprise he had for me and it is really a good surprise - so we can sleep every night together in his double bed, and do all we please, comfortably and safe. Of course he didn't give my parents a clue about the real reason for his offer, but he pretended that this way I will be less tired and save my bus money, and he gets at least company and will feel less lonely... While he is speaking I cross my fingers inside my pockets, hoping that my parents will agree, because in this first week we never had the occasion to do anything much, just some fondling when nobody was around. Mum seemed not to want it (the usual pretext "too much trouble" and so on) but Dad said "Sure. Good deal." So tomorrow evening he will come here to pick up the things I'll need. And from Monday night, after work, I'll start to live with him. Philippe's wife, who of course knows nothing about all her husband and me do, is happy that Philippe will not be alone. Maybe because this way she can be sure he will not take a woman home while she is absent... Besides jacking off alone, and some fondling with him, it is a century since I did anything with anybody and I really feel a huge yen in my body. So many times, just to see the full basket of Philippe, or of some other nice guy at work, I feel a real need to do something. I really think that one of the best things in life is having sex with someone. Jacking off is also good, but not so good. Being two it is a lot better, you enjoy sex a lot more. Even now that I'm writing here, at times I stop to beat my meat, but I'd rather be with Philippe, or with Didier, or at least with Solange. Of the three - four with the prostitute - till now Philippe is the one able to give me the most pleasure. Possibly because he is more adult and he is married, thus he has the experience, he is more skilled about sex. And starting from Monday we can start doing it again together. I'm really longing for it. Moreover, in a bed, completely naked, it is really a totally different thing. 27th of June 1972, Tuesday In bed, Philippe is a real wizard and all afire! Yesterday night we had sex three times and we almost didn't sleep, so that this morning at work we both were just continually yawning and we laughed knowing why. In a short while we will have sex again. He is now taking his shower. I'm already stark naked waiting for him in his bedroom, and it is already hard and straight like a ramrod. I asked him if he has sex twice or three times each night with his wife, and he said no, usually just two times, one before sleeping and one as they wake up in the morning, but not always. Here, I hear him coming. June 28th 1972, Wednesday Yesterday evening I had to stop writing because he was coming. I had just time to hide this diary among my clothes when he hugged me from behind, making me feel his beautiful hard stake, and he pushed me on his bed and we started at once. But, after we were engaged in a greedy sixty-nine for a while, he says, "Alain, I want to slip it inside your nice, firm, little ass." and I, "No, come on, not there." "But why? I really want it; you have such a beautiful little ass." "But only the fags take it in the ass, and I'm not a fag." "Come on, try it. You'll see, you'll like it. You take it in your mouth, don't you?" and I, "That's different. And anyway you suck mine too." "But I've taken it in my ass - does that make a fag of me? No." "In your ass? You? Come on! You let a man fuck your ass? And who is he?" "At times, a friend of mine, we took each other. But now he's gone to work to Lyon and we never met again." And I, amazed, "You really let that friend fuck you in the ass?" "Sure, of course, we were really friends. Aren't you a real friend?" "Sure I am, but I am not a faggot." "I know very well you are not, nobody can doubt that. But the real, close, intimate friends do it, one for the other, and I can't see why you insist in saying no to me." So, I say to him: "Well, the reason is that... I'm scared." "Scared? Of what?" "You will hurt me." "It does hurt a bit at first. I was hurt a little but, for my friend's pleasure, I accepted that. And after a few times, it didn't hurt any more, on the contrary, it was great." But I told him: "But I don't want to. What we have been doing up to now is great, isn't it?" He made a long face and said to me, dryly: "Then it is not true you are my friend. I was a fool to think so." I felt like shit and wanted give him head as I know that he likes it a lot, but he pushed me away and told me to go sleep in the living room, on the couch. I'm really sorry, but now here I am alone, with him in his room alone, possibly jerking off... Anyway, I am. I hope that tomorrow he will be in a good mood and we can take up where we left off, doing what we were doing before. June 30th, 1972, Friday He was in a bad mood all yesterday and also today and he didn't want me in bed with him any more, and this is the last night at his home for me this week. If all stays as it is, I'm afraid next week he doesn't want to have me around any more... I am really sorry, and would really like having sex with him again. But I'm scared at the idea of being fucked. Only women and faggots take it in their asses, and I am not a fag. It is true that Philippe is not a fag either and yet he says that he let his friend fuck him... And if he took it... Possibly it is OK if you do it with a friend... I think that I'll go in his room now and tell him I want to at least give it a try. But I am not yet really sure. But if I don't go... it'll all be over between us. No, I'll strip naked and go... ---------------- My ass aches, it really hurts! But... When I arrived in his room and told him: "I want to try. But take it easy, please. I'm really scared." At first, he seemed not to believe me, but then he was happy. He pulled me in his bed and started to give me head as he is able to do, and it was really wonderful. Then he made me turn around and spread a kind of cold feeling cream in my hole, then put the tip of his tool there and started to push. Each inch he managed to get inside me hurt, but at the same time there was also a weird kind of pleasure, and that was good. I was more aroused than usual. I don't know, but I liked feeling him on top of me, feeling how much he wanted me, and even the pain was a kind of... a right pain. It's not that I like pain, not at all, but I understood what he said me, that for a friend you can also accept some pain. And his hard, strong dick trying to open me was hurting me but also giving me a strange pleasure. He did it really gently. He tried to make me adjust, but there was a lot of pain, so after a while I told him: "Wait, it's hurting too much." I didn't want him to withdraw, so I urged, "Just wait, and stay still." It was a strange feeling - that big thing prying its way into my back door. Then he started to fondle my body all over, from my nipples to my dick, and when he felt I was being really turned on, he suddenly held me tight and thrust in, a big stroke. I screamed, it hurt so much. But he was already deep inside me, and he said: "if you tighten your hole, you will feel more pain and you'll hurt me also, but then it is your fault, not mine. I don't want to hurt you, I want you to enjoy it and to enjoy it with you, and can't you understand that? Relax, come on, and let me all the way in." I put my hand on my back as I thought he was already in - and then I understood that he was just half way inside me. So I said him, "Philippe, please, it really hurts a lot. Let's stop, please..." He, "You want me to stop, now? What kind of friend are you?" I felt almost like crying and told him, "What kind of friend are you if you want to keep hurting me? Please. I wanted to make you happy, or else I wouldn't have come here asking you to try, would I? But now I really can't, I swear. Possibly just because I am not yet used to it, I don't know..." So, he withdrew, and I was afraid he could possibly be mad again at me. When, teary eyed, I turned to look at him, his face was normal and he quietly said, "All right, but Monday you've got to let me try again, promise?" and I, "Why don't we suck each other, now? A nice sixty-nine?" His reply, "Tonight, OK, but on Monday we will try again, OK? If not, you'd better go to sleep at your place, because I want your nice little bottom too much to be frustrated again." I was somewhat sad, but I said, "All right, but if you promise to stop if it hurts too much." He said, "I promise!" So we had a good sixty-nine and we came in each other's mouth, which I liked. But he said that he likes coming in an ass even better. Now he is sleeping and while I am writing I turn to look at him, all naked sleeping blissfully on top of the covers, and I like him a lot. I promised him that Monday I'll let him try again, but I am not so convinced. Anyway, Philippe is a real nice hunk and is able to give me a lot of pleasure, and I would regret it if he didn't want to have sex with me, if he doesn't want me in bed with him any more. Even just sleeping all naked against him, feeling him so near to me is so great... Yes, I feel that Monday I will give it at least another try! July 3rd, Monday This morning at the factory, a moment we were alone, Philippe tells me, "Then its set for tonight, right?" I feel somewhat hesitant and he tells me, "You know how much I like doing it with you, don't you? Come on, Alain, don't make me beg!" Then I ask him: "but you, when you took it in the ass the first time, didn't it hurt a lot?" "Sure, I told you. When one is a virgin, the first few times always hurts." "Oh yeah, so why did you let him take you?" "I told you, first because he was a friend. And second, because I knew that gradually it doesn't hurt any more. It becomes rather enjoyable." "Do you mean that now you like it?" "Sure!" So I say, "Then, would you let me fuck you in the ass?" "Yeah, sure, but only if you let me take you first." So, I said to him "All right, tonight we will try again. But you have to swear to me that if it hurts too much, you'll stop." "Of course. I'm not a beast, am I? I'm your friend. But you have to promise to try to hold out longer..." So, as we went back to his home, he wanted to try at once, because he was already incredibly turned on. This time, instead of having me lying on my tummy, he put me on my back and lifted up my legs and rested them on his shoulders. Then he spread the cream on my hole and on his rod. Seeing him so straight and hard and so big, nearing my hole, and then feeling him starting to push, I was really scared. He was keeping my butt spread with both his hands and was pushing more and more. I shut my eyes. I felt his rod opening me up, and slipping inside me, and filling me, and it was weird - and it really hurt. "Go easy, please..." I begged in a moan and he: "I am going easy, sure. But you have to relax, Alain!" He was pushing strongly and I could not stand the increasing pain. "Oh, stop, please! It hurts too much!" I whined, Then he, "Are you a man or a cheap woman? Stop complaining and just let me do it. Relax, baby, relax! You are so tense!" I tried to relax but the pain was still increasing and tears come out, and I said again: "Please, stop!" and tried to wriggle out, but he held me fast and gave a big thrust, and I felt it sinking inside me, deep, deep inside. I screamed but didn't move as I felt that if I did the pain would be even bigger. And he was filling me and sinking even deeper and I felt scared he would rip me apart. Then he stopped for a while and we remained like that - still, silent, panting - both of us, with him embedded inside me. Then with tears still streaming down my cheeks, I told him, "Please, I don't want you to get mad at me, but pull out, please." He, with an almost sweet voice, whispered, "Not now. I'm completely inside you, Alain, the hard part is over. Just stay still and relax boy, and you'll see, you'll get used to it." After some more moments, he started to very slowly withdraw, little by little, and I was starting to breathe again even though my eyes were closed with pain. But when he was almost all out, he suddenly gave another thrust and sank completely inside me again. He started to move so - backwards slowly, forwards strong - one stroke after the other, and I became aware that the pain didn't grow any more, and if I relaxed it really was less painful. So I tried. He noticed my change, and then started to pump inside me a little faster. I opened my eyes and saw that he was on a high, his eyes shining. He urged, "Come on, Alain, you'll see that you'll get used to it, and you'll like it so much that you'll be the one to beg me for it." I couldn't believe that, but let him go ahead. He became more and more aroused, and was saying: "Oh my god, how beautiful. What a wonderful tight little ass you have. Oh god, you are so much better than my wife." He kept on pumping inside me, hot like a branding iron, until I felt he was coming, giving strong thrusts and pushing with all his means, all his body trembling and all his skin shining with small drops of sweat. I never saw him enjoy anything so much. Inside my head rose a new thought - it's me who's making him so happy. I felt like astounded but also proud. Then he collapsed on top of me, panting, "What a fuck! You are really something! I like you too much, Alain. You are a real friend. And in bed you are really better than my wife, so much better, do you know?" He dried my cheeks and comforted me, "I know you felt pain, yet you have been a real man, a true friend to endure it for me. Now, as your reward, I'll suck you thoroughly, just as you like it." "But then," I asked, "you'll let me take you?" "Sure, willingly. Do you know? I've had only two cherries in my life, my wife's in front and yours in back." He started to lick and suck my cock so skillfully, teasing my nipples and touching me in all the good spots in ways that he never touched me before, that I suddenly came in his throat... so I didn't get to put it in his ass. He told me, "You'll fuck my ass tomorrow night. Now let's sleep." And he fell asleep soon, with a smile of bliss on his face. I can't sleep, because as I move my ass hurts and when I touch my hole I'm even amazed that there is no blood. So, after a while I got up to write these things. Anyway, I'm happy he said twice that I'm better than his wife. July 6th 1972, Thursday I suspect he does it on purpose - he makes me come with his mouth, so that I have no more strength left to put it in his ass. When he screws my ass it still hurts, but a little less and tonight for the first time I got a hard-on as soon as he slipped it inside me. While he was fucking me I also felt some pleasure, therefore he is right when he says that one gets used to it and it will hurt less and less and it will be more and more pleasurable. But I too want try to fuck his ass. Now he is fixing supper in the kitchen. After we had sex, we both stay naked. Its great going around in the apartment stark naked. Philippe really has a beautiful body and while I'm writing I recall his body and I'm getting another hard-on. The more we have sex, the more I feel the need of having it! I think that after supper, I can possibly fuck his ass, because when I reminded him that he promised me, he said that there was no problem for him. He became aware I'm writing a diary and he wanted to read it. But I don't want him to. He asked if I write about him in it, and I said no, because otherwise he would have insisted on reading it. ------------------------ I stopped writing as supper was on table. While we were eating I asked him why he prefers having sex with me than with his wife, and he said, "With you sex is a lot better. My wife doesn't like to give me head, and doesn't want it in her ass, two things I love doing. And then, if it was just up to her, she would make love a couple of times per week, but I need it every day, so I have to insist, not like with you. You never say no. And then, she lets me fuck her and that's all, she never takes the initiative. She doesn't take part the way you do. And so, I have better orgasms with you." I told him that on the contrary Solange wanted to be fucked only in her ass and not in her pussy and that she was to take the initiative, or there was nothing to do. Philippe said, "Women are really weird. We guys can understand each other much better. It's really true. I fit so nicely with you!" Then I asked him, "Whose cherry did you like taking best, hers or mine?" "Yours, for sure. Your little ass is really tight and firm, and is the best I ever had in my life, I swear. My wife's pussy... I almost didn't realize she was still a virgin." He is now showering, I already did. Then he will come to bed. He said to me, "Get ready, because tonight you'll be the one to fuck an ass for the first time - my ass." At last! I really am longing to try it! ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN PART 5 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. 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