Date: Wed, 12 Jul 2006 09:09:52 +0200 From: A.K. Subject: Fabrizio's First "No!" - 7/8 (Adult Youth) ---------------------------- FABRIZIO'S FIRST "NO!" by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006 Written on December 15, 1994 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Brian Zimbabwe ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "FABRIZIO'S FIRST "NO!" " is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest. ----------------------------- CHAPTER SEVEN Guglielmo was writing him two, three times per week and each time Fabrizio saw the air-mail envelope, rejoiced even before opening it. Then he read it and read it again and could feel in it all Guglielmo's love for him and felt more and more in love with the man. But he continued seeing Bertrand and making love with him. It is true that he continued to think that he had to find the way and the right moment to tell him they could not continue, that they had to part, but, actually, he continued to postpone it. Guglielmo was away for about twenty days, when in one of his letters wrote that, unhappily, he had to stop in Venezuela for three more weeks. Fabrizio was sorry for that, but at the same time he told himself that this gave him more time to find the right moment to talk with Bertrand. How many times he had prepared the story he had to tell his young friend, and how many times at the last moment he didn't find the nerve to tell him. He really didn't know what to do. He also thought about sending him a letter, but then said to himself that it would not have been very nice putting such things in writing - he had to find the courage to look into his eyes, while telling him the truth. At the beginning of February, Fabrizio leaving Palasport where he went to see a rock concert, when he heard a voice calling him, "Fabrizio!" He turned, looking around, he saw a young man coming toward him and smiling - he recognized him at once, "Daniele! You really are Daniele! What ever became of you? I never saw you again!" "I don't live with my family any more, now. I left home three years ago. Do you know that you really became a handsome boy? You still go to boy-scouts?" "No. But you, what you do? Why did you leave home?" "I study at the university, foreign languages faculty. I now live with my lover. We have an apartment less than ten minutes from here. Why don't you come, so I can introduce him to you? He is at home at the moment." "Well, I should call home and tell Mom I will be late." "Listen, I'll first tell him we are coming home, then, if he has no objection, you call your family. Later we can take you back in our car." "Has he been your lover from back then?" "No, I left him. He is three years older than me, and studies architecture. We met three years ago, at a masked party in mutual friends' home. He asked me to go and live with him." "And your family? Didn't they make a fuss?" "Yes, very much so, but I was already eighteen. My father cut me off, but my man is wealthy and pays for my studies. You'll see, you'll like him. My parents, when I told them I'm gay, made a scene - they wanted me to be treated, as if it was an illness. We are no longer in touch, besides for Christmas greetings. But I'm very happy with him." "What's his name?" "Valerio. His family knows he is gay and, contrary to mine, didn't make a fuss. They know me and treat me like a family member. They give him a good monthly allowance with which we can both live comfortably, and also gave him the apartment where we live." Fabrizio went to Daniele's home. "Oh, so this is Fabrizio!" Valerio greeted him with a big smile when they met, "Daniele told me all about you. He was your first man, wasn't he?" "Yes..." Fabrizio answered, slightly embarrassed. "You are a really nice boy - how came you let him escape you, Daniele?" the young man said, jokingly. "At that time he was but a kid. He became really beautiful, didn't he?" Daniele answered while all three were sitting on the couch, Fabrizio between them. Valerio, who had fixed three drinks, served them. "Do you have a lover, Fabrizio?" Daniele asked him. "I... yes and no..." the boy answered. "What do you mean?" Valerio asked putting an arm around his shoulders and looking at him curiously. Fabrizio then told them about Bertrand and Guglielmo. And he concluded, "My problem is that I'm never able to say no." "Oh, that's interesting..." Valerio said lightly caressing nape of the boy's neck, "... you are not able to say no..." "Well... more or less. I know I have to change, to grow up. But when somebody makes me feel his desire, to me it is almost impossible to step back." The boy quietly explained. Valerio put a hand on his thigh, caressing it and said in a light tone, "Well, you are a really beautiful boy, it's just normal that others desire you, is it not? Don't you agree, Daniele?" "Yes, sure - he was nice as a child, but he is a really beautiful boy now. Well developed, also here." He said putting his hand between Fabrizio's legs and fingering it. "Well... I... I..." Fabrizio stammered, suddenly conscious of what the two wanted from him, and violently blushing. Valerio shut him up, kissing him deeply in the mouth while Daniele started to unbutton Fabrizio's trousers. Fabrizio shuddered and murmured a "No..." but at once felt emptied of all his resolve. "Why not?" Valerio whispered, "we like you! When Daniele called me to tell me he met you, he also said you became a really appealing boy, so I said I wanted to meet you and asked him if he felt like having a threesome. And he said yes. Let yourself go. You wouldn't say no to your first lover and his man would you?" While he was saying this, they were undressing Fabrizio, caressing and kissing him, and the boy was terribly aroused. Valerio stood up, lowered the trousers of the tracksuit he was wearing, revealing his already erect, hard member that he brushed on the boy's lips. Fabrizio opened them and received it all into his mouth, while Daniele, crouching in front of him, pulled off Fabrizio's trousers and briefs, and finished undressing him. "Yes, your cock is also beautiful, now." Daniele said and bent between the boy's thighs, to suck him. Fabrizio quivered strongly and sucked Valerio's palpitating member more greedily, while this one was finished undressing himself. Daniele also undressed. He got on his knees and, raising and spreading the boy's thighs, slipped his hard rod there, "You always like taking it in your nice ass, don't you?" he asked while his glans was singling out Fabrizio's soft hole and started to brush at it with growing vigor. "Yes..." Fabrizio murmured, totally subjugated to the yen of the two young men. "So then now Daniele will fuck you, then I will too. I like how you suck my cock, you're skilled. Go on, suck it..." It was the first time that the boy experienced two members penetrating him at the same time, in front and back. He felt Daniele's penis opening its way into him and sucked with more vigor that of Valerio who, when his lover started to pump inside Fabrizio's ass, started in his turn to pump into his warm, welcoming mouth. "I like you, Fabrizio. Daniele did the right thing bringing you here. Holy shit, what a good cocksucker you are! And you, Dani, are you enjoying yourself?" "Yes, madly. More than when he was a kid. You've to feel how nicely he takes it, how he squeezes and wriggles - it's a real delight!" "Good, later we will swap places... I also want to enjoy his little ass. Do you like taking two cocks at once, Fabrizio?" The boy nodded affirmative, enjoying the double, passionate fuck that the two youths were administering to him with evident pleasure. Then Valerio slipped out of his mouth, "Listen, Daniele, let's get on the bed, we will so be more comfortable." He proposed to his lover, who was game at once. The fact that they hadn't even asked him, annoyed Fabrizio a little, but he followed them without showing it. They made him lay on his back, in the center of the bed. "Now I'll fuck his ass for a while, alright, Dani? You fuck his mouth - you'll see you'll enjoy how he sucks, he's a real professional cocksucker!" Valerio said kneeling between Fabrizio's legs, spreading them and laying them on his shoulders. Meanwhile Daniele crouched astride his head and, without any hesitation, pushed his penis between his lips. The boy had just started to suck him, when he felt the other one slipping his member into his ass with a set of firm strokes. Fabrizio was somewhat surprised in being "used" in that brisk way, and was becoming irritated, but soon the pleasure he was feeling made him forget everything. The two young men on top of him, meanwhile, were embracing, caressing and kissing each other, continuing to pump and hammer inside him. The two swapped position a couple of times, until Valerio panted, "Dani... I'm... coming..." "Me too... Valerio... aaah... I cooome..." he moaned and they unloaded into him almost in unison, both moaning aloud. Then they left him, lay down embracing each other, totally oblivious of him, "Gosh, what an orgasm! Thank you Dani for bringing him here." "I knew you would enjoy fucking him, love." Fabrizio didn't come yet and felt somewhat bad. Was it possible that the two didn't care at all about him, about his pleasure? Almost timidly, he made them notice, "I... haven't come yet..." "Well, you can wank yourself, can't you?" Valerio said calmly. "No, I don't care." The boy answered, disappointed; leaving the bed, said, "Well, I'll go, now..." "As you like. Shut the door, when you leave." Valerio answered. Fabrizio looked at Daniele, hoping this one that at least would say something, but he was busy kissing his lover, without looking at Fabrizio, as if he didn't exist any more. He went back to the living room, got dressed and left the house. He looked at his watch - it was nine pm. He didn't feel like going back home. He was feeling too sad, disheartened. He thought about going to a gay bar. He called his mother telling her he was going to the disco with some friends and that he would only be back on the following morning. His mother didn't object. By bus, he went downtown. He entered the bar scanning around to see if there was anybody he knew, some friends, but didn't see anyone. He already had noticed some faces, but they were all people he never really talked with. He asked for a gin-fizz and sat, alone, at one of the small tables. Why did Daniele act in that way with him? He had been happy seeing him again, after so much time. He also was somewhat happy when they started having sex with him and his boyfriend. But then... He asked for a second glass. Which he drank, too fast even. He asked for a third one. He was drinking it when a young man around twenty-eight-years-old, asked if he could sit at his table. "Please..." Fabrizio asked, uncaring. "You look sad... why?" the other asked. Fabrizio looked at him - he was a rather nice guy, fascinating, and was smiling while looking at him. "I AM sad..." Fabrizio answered. "And why?" the guy insisted. "Because... because they treated me like... a whore..." "A whore? And who?" "I... I am just a whore... It's enough someone lets me understand he wants to screw me, and I'm not able to say no..." "Well, you simply like having sex, what's wrong with that? You're young and you like enjoying yourself, don't you?" "Yes, but... with anybody?" Fabrizio sadly asked and drained his glass. "Do you want one more?" The young man asked. "Yes, thank you." "You are a handsome boy. How old are you?" "Seventeen, almost eighteen." "Beautiful age. And... what do you like doing?" "Doing? In bed?" Fabrizio asked, attacking his fourth glass. He was feeling light headed, but was feeling more cheerful. "Yes... what?" the guy asked, interested. "Anything the other likes. What do you like to do?" "With a boy like you, a blow job." "Good. And then." "And then I'd like..." he said putting a hand on his thigh and making it slip to his ass, "putting it here..." "Do you have a place?" the boy asked simply, feeling his head spin. "No, but we could go to an hotel; there is one close to here, if you'd like to." The young man said groping his ass. "Offer me one more glass, first." Fabrizio said. "Willingly, but didn't you already drink too much?" "No, come on..." the boy insisted putting a hand on the guy's fly and feeling it, "You already have a hard-on." He giggled. "Yes, I like you. I already noticed you previously." Fabrizio emptied his glass and stood up, "Can we go?" he asked feeling wobbly on his legs. "Yes, come." The guy said. Took him by an arm and drew him outside. Fabrizio staggered and the guy held him up, "You really feel like coming?" he asked, almost changing his mind. "Yes. I didn't even come, with those two." The boy answered as if the other knew about whom he was talking. "You really want to come with me?" the guy asked again. "Yes, come on. Didn't you want to screw me?" Fabrizio merrily asked, feeling him again between his legs. The guy, as they were on the street, pushed his hand away looking around somewhat worried, "Come, then." He said. They went to a hotel with hourly rates, the young man paid for a room and took the boy in. Fabrizio, as soon as he was in the bleak room, lowered his trousers to his hips, leaned with his chest on the bed and said, "Fuck my ass, go on!" The young man drew near him, caressed his bottom and said, "Undress and get on the bed." "No, come on, take me here, fuck me. I am nothing but a whore, am I not?" the boy insisted. The guy seemed puzzled, but opened his trousers, pulled it out and went over the boy, aiming his penis between the cheeks, "You really want me to take you here?" he asked. "Go on! Fuck my ass!" the boy said, determined. The guy obliged. Pushed his whole member inside and started mounting him. Fabrizio happily moaned and spurred him, "Go on, harder. How good. Go on, so, make me feel all of it. Do you like fucking my ass?" "Yes..." the guy said, excitedly. "Gosh what a good cock... ohhhh..." Fabrizio moaned, having lost control. His head was spinning, the entire room seemed to spin around him. He was feeling the guy hammering inside him and he liked it. His face pressed against the mattress, he could feel a strong smell of sex, sweat, sperm, and was incredibly aroused. "Fuck me harder, go on... let me feel you're a real male! Knock open my ass, go on!" Fabrizio was moaning without restraint. The guy, notwithstanding the weirdness of the situation, or possibly because of it, was becoming more and more aroused and was taking the boy with growing vigor. Meanwhile he slipped a hand between the boy's body and the edge of the mattress and started to rapidly masturbate him. "Yeah... so... go on..." the boy continued to urge him, feeling his legs weakening from the alcohol, that was starting to have its effect. Finally Fabrizio came and squeezed his hole at each of the jets of his seed, thus provoking the young man into a strong orgasm. When the guy had also taken his fill, he remained for a few seconds inside the boy, then slowly slipped out, "You made me enjoy that enormously. You're a little, wild colt." He said, pleased, while cleaning himself and tidying up his trousers. Fabrizio was still - he didn't feel any more strength in himself. "Tidy yourself, go on..." the young man said to him, slightly worried by the stillness. Fabrizio shook himself and, in some way or another, managed to raise his trousers and to button them. They left. When they were on the street, the young man said, "You've been really great... but... do you feel OK? Can you walk? Are you drunk?" "No... no, I'm fine... I just feel a little light..." "Are you going home?" "Yes..." "Do you want me to come with you?" the guy asked, somewhat worried. "No, no, I'm fine." Fabrizio said lying. "As you like... good night, then..." "Night..." Fabrizio answered making an effort not to stagger and went away aimlessly. At the first corner he stopped, turned towards the guy who was looking at him a little uncertain, waved goodbye to him and turned the corner finding himself in a half dark alley. He took a few steps then leaned against the wall. And, slowly, he went limp to the pavement, murmuring, "What a great fuck..." and almost at once, fell asleep. He remained there almost an hour, sleeping deeply. Midnight had passed when a group of friends coming from a nearby gay disco, turned into the alley. "Hey, there's somebody there on the pavement." One of them said, attracting the others' attention. "Was he thrashed?" one of them asked. "Is he ill?" a third one asked. "No," the fourth one said, after crouching near the boy, "he's just drunk. Hey, you, wake up! You cannot stay here." he said, shaking him. After several attempts, Fabrizio opened one eye and drooled, "If you want to fuck my ass, you can, I'd love it." And again collapsed. The boys laughed. Another started again to shake him, "Hey, boy, tell us where you live, we will help you home." But Fabrizio didn't answer. "See if he has any documents." One said. They searched in his pockets, but found only his wallet with a little money and no document or other that could tell them where he lived. "We cannot leave him here, can we?" one of the boys said. "Let's take him to our car." Another said. "We can possibly wake him up and make him tell us were he lives." They raised bodily him and put him in the car, between the two sitting in back. They again tried to wake him up. Fabrizio recovered his senses for a moment, saw the faces leaning toward him and, with a faint smile, asked, "Who's fucking my ass first?" and collapsed back into unconsciousness. "Well, if he wants so much to be fucked, I'm game - he's a handsome boy." One said. "Would you take profit of his condition?" the one sitting near the driver said. "Why not - after all he insisted twice." A third one said. The fourth one, who was the driver, started the engine, "Let's take him to my place, for a start, then..." "Then, what?" one of the boys asked with an artful smile. "Well, then... who's the one who fucks him first?" another answered with laughter. The others also laughed. "We can play for him at dice." One proposed. "No, we will all fuck him. I feel we will have a good night," merrily said another, "I needed a good piece of ass." "But he's drunk..." the boy near the driver protested. "So, what? He has just to take it in the ass, nothing more. Don't tell me that you wouldn't like to fuck him." "Anyway he said he wants it, didn't he?" "But only because he's drunk!" "Well, 'in vino veritas', they say, in wine the truth. Come on, don't be a wet blanket, a killjoy! I want to enjoy him! He is such a beautiful boy!" "I want to also!" "I also! What's it, isn't he your type? Look at him, he's pretty, isn't he? Don't you get a hard-on just looking at him?" "Yes, but..." "So then? What's the problem with you, are you shy to fuck him in front of us? Last week, the two hustlers, we fucked them, all the four of us, didn't we?" "Yes, but what does that matter... He isn't a hustler..." "How do you know? And anyway, we have not either to pay for his service, he asked twice to be fucked. Twice!" They took Fabrizio home. Undressed him and put him on the bed on his belly, putting a pillow under his groin, "What a wonderful little ass... who goes first?" "Me! I'm already hot." "I second!" "Third, then." The one who had earlier opposed hurriedly said. The others laughed. The first one started to undress. The others were around the bed to watch. When he was stark naked, got on the bed, spread Fabrizio's legs, knelt between them and went down. He rummaged a while and wedged into the boy, "It enters smooth like a finger into cream!" he said while sinking inside, "it's evident he's used to taking cocks." "No, it's just that yours is so small." Another teased him. "Small? Do you want to try it?" he protested, starting to move his hips up and down, fucking the unconscious Fabrizio. "Put on some music, meanwhile." One of the others said to the house owner who was looking at the scene amused. Fabrizio recovered consciousness for some moments while the second of the boys was fucking him. He felt the naked body of the other on top of himself, inside himself, without realizing who he was, where he was, but also without worrying and murmured, with a blurred voice, "Harder... go on..." "You like it, don't you?" one of the boys asked. "Yeah... also in the mouth, go on..." Fabrizio slurred. The boys laughed and one of them, pulling out his penis, got on the bed crouching in front of him and offering it to Fabrizio. The boy at once started to lick it, but soon lost consciousness again. "Hey, you got him so worked up with your banana, that he fainted!" the one who already had fucked Fabrizio said in laughter. "Shit! He aroused me and let me down!" protested the other one getting off the bed, his member erect. "Any of you want a taste of it?" he asked his mates. One of them kneeled in front of him at once and leaned in to suck it. Another then, without a word, lay on his back, lowered his trousers to his knees and started to fuck him. So a real orgy started, whose center was the half-limp body of Fabrizio, who the boys took in turns some even more than once. When Fabrizio come to again, there was a tangle of naked bodies on the bed. This time the boy seized a penis and sucked it for a long time, with gusto. He thought he was dreaming and that it was a really agreeable dream - so many cocks all for him, one in his mouth, another in his ass, and one in each of his hands... He heard the music, the boys' laughter, but above all he perceived the wild lust with which they were all in. For a moment he asked himself if he was not really dreaming, possibly Valerio and Daniele invited some friends... but he was not able to coordinate his ideas, to understand... Or was it the one at the hotel who called clients from the other rooms? Were they in a queue to fuck him? He didn't know, he didn't understand, he didn't care - he just had many, beautiful cocks at his disposal... He wanted to enjoy them all. When the four boys, gradually, calmed down, finally sated, satisfied by the unexpected orgy, Fabrizio fell into a deep sleep again. "Well, and what will we do with the boy?" one of them asked while dressing. "Let him sleep. He will sober up." "Listen, will you take the others home?" the house owner asked one of his friends. "Yes, sure." He said. "Why's that, you still want to enjoy him all to yourself?" another slyly asked, "That's why you're sending us home?" "No. When he wakes up, I'll ask him his address and take him home." The other three then left - it was already four AM. The house owner undressed again and lay near Fabrizio. He was about to fall asleep, when Fabrizio woke up again. Fabrizio felt the naked body near him, stroked him and said, "Why don't you fuck me?" "Sleep, now." The other answered. "No, come on... fuck my ass..." "I've already fucked you, don't you remember?" the other said, amused. "But I want it again... fuck me, come on..." "I'm not aroused, now. Maybe tomorrow morning." "No, come on..." Fabrizio persisted, with a tired voice. "Sleep!" the other repeated. Fabrizio fell asleep. When he woke up, it was late morning. His head muzzy, he looked around and asked himself where he was. Then saw the naked body of the other boy who was sleeping near him - who was he? How did he end up on his bed? Did he have sex with him? He remembered absolutely nothing. He looked at him more carefully - he wasn't beautiful, he wasn't ugly. He must have be around twenty-five-years-old, possibly a little more. He moved and felt his ass aching a little - yes he must have taken that one's member in his ass, he thought. He then looked between his legs and saw it was of average size - was it possible that when hard it became bigger than one would think? He caressed the member, that at once started to harden. His head was aching a little. He had got really drunk, the previous night, after he left Daniele and Valerio. And then, he asked himself, continuing to caress the member that was becoming erect, what happened? He remembered nothing. Where did he meet this youth, at the gay bar? Who was he? What did they do? Without reflecting, he bent to the hard member and started to lick it, suck it. The other one, after a while, woke up. "Hey, didn't you have enough, last night?" he asked with a jovial voice. "What did we do? I don't remember." Fabrizio answered looking at him, having stopped sucking him but caressing his hard penis. "You remember nothing?" The other asked, amazed, sitting up and starting to caress, Fabrizio's body with renewed desire. "No... who are you? How come that I'm here? Did we have sex, you and me? I was drunk..." "How are you feeling, now?" "Dazed..." The other was caressing him in a more and more intimate way, "But you want to fuck again?" he asked him. "Yes... and you?" "Also... you aroused me... Suck me some more, go on... and later I'll fuck your ass, if you really want..." "Did we meet at the bar? I don't remember your name." "No... I'm Gustavo, and you?" "Fabrizio... Where did we meet?" "You were on the pavement, unconscious, drunk... so we brought you here, to my place..." "We? You and... who?" "Three of my friends..." "And... you all... all four..." Fabrizio asked beginning to understand why he was aching a little, and feeling somewhat ashamed. "Yes. You really don't remember anything?" "No. Where are the others?" "Back home. This is my flat." "All four..." Fabrizio repeated, thoughtfully. "We too were possibly a little drunk. It seemed you wanted it, you liked it, and you're a handsome boy." The other apologized, but continuing to caress Fabrizio's ass and teasing his hole with a finger. "You want to fuck me again, right?" "Yes..." the young man answered, pushing him down into position and getting on top of him, full of yen. "Fuck my ass, go on..." Fabrizio murmured. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER EIGHT ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. If someone wants to read them, the URL is http://andrejkoymasky.com If you want to send me feed-back (really appreciated, be it positive or negative), please e-mail at andrej@andrejkoymasky.com ---------------------------