Date: Tue, 15 May 2007 15:31:20 +0200 From: A.K. Subject: Luminous Encounters 12/13 (Adult Youth) ---------------------------- LUMINOUS ENCOUNTERS by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2007 written on October 12, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by John ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "LUMINOUS ENCOUNTERS" 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 12 Marce was hesitant; Tania was pushing him to accept. "But, Tania, Stefano is just born... I would like to enoy him. If you two could come as well..." "You will have all the time to enjoy him, don't be afraid. After all it will be just for a few months. But it is important you do now this tour. When Stefano is old enough, we'll come with you, don't doubt it." In the end Marcello let himself be convinced. Steno organized their tour and in the first days of April they went. Before leaving, Dario went to say good bye to Silvano. "Good. I heard that the Eastern countries are very beautiful. It will be a good experience, Curley." "Yes, Prof. I'm just sorry we will not meet for some months. We will be back only at the end of August..." "I too am sorry I cannot see you for five months. But that's life..." Silvano answered seriously. "I'll miss you..." "And I will too, Curley. But you are lucky, you'll have Gustavo with you." "Yes, Gustavo..." Dario answered, thoughtfully. "Is there something wrong, between you and him?" Silvano asked, sincerely worried. "No, everything is alright. It is just that our relationship... is doomed to end, as you know." "Yes, you explained me. Do you suffer because of that?" "No... I know he is right. And I also know that we will always love each other. But he... he is pushing me to leave him." "Why?" "Because he says that if he was to leave me, I would suffer too much." "He is a good, clever and sensitive boy..." "Yes, Prof, he is." "Thus, you... you decided to leave him?" "After the tour. We agreed on that. And in September... we'll both be unattached." Dario said and asked himself if the man would understand that the 'both' was not Gustavo and he, but he and Silvano. "Yes, and... what do you think of doing, in September?" "Doing? In what sense?" "You... Is there somebody who you feel... with whom you would like trying to..." "There is someone fascinating me, yes." "And... he knows that?" "I don't know. We never told each other. And I don't even know if he notices me..." "It's really difficult not to notice you." "Well, I mean... I don't know if he desires me." "But do you desire him?" "Yes, I think so." "And you never made him understand it?" "I don't think. I don't know how to do." "Just tell him." "I wouldn't want to embarrass him. If he is not interested in me, you see..." The man smiled, " What really fools us most of the time is the fear of being refused, isn't it?" "Yes, possibly." "We always need to be accepted, and mainly by the one we feel we love. Even if you, to put it correctly, didn't say you are in love with him, but only that you are fascinated and desire him..." "I... I after all I'm still in love with Gus..." "... and you will possibly love him forever. But this, as I explained you, doesn't prevent you to be in love with another." "Fixing the eyes on one point, right?" "Yes, more or less. Curley, follow my advise, go and tell him. Accept the risk." Dario looked in his eyes and said, at mid voice, "I don't need to go..." He read a flash of understanding in the eyes of the man who, rather moved, answered, "So, then... say it." Dario was run through by a light, agreeable, trembling, "Will you wait for me, till September?" "Sure, Curley, I will long to see you again." "I... I think you charmed me, Prof." "And you charmed me, Curley." "Why didn't you ever make me understand that?" "You were with Gustavo. It could not be me to separate you from him." "Yes, that's what Gus told me." "He is a clever and sensitive boy." "Oh my god..." "What's up, now?" "There is that... all during this tour we will be together, and..." "You and I are not yet together. We will try it in Septmber, right?" "You really aren't jealous..." "Surely not. You feel good with Gus." "Yes, very much so. But it has to come to an end anyway..." "Why deny yourselves these last months? Also, I think Gus will be happier this way, won't he?" "I think so." "So, then, quietly live this tour. Then in Septemeber you and I will resume this conversation." "But you... do you think you can love me?" "I think I already love you, and for a long time." "For a long time?" "Yes, for at least two years, after I started to get to know you better." "Oh... and I, on the contrary, became aware just a few months ago. That afternoon when I took Gus to the river for the first time, do you remember? I was looking at you speaking with him and... and something happened. I felt I was in love with both of you, even though in a different way." "Yes, I understand you." "And so, I talked with Gus. And already he, that very day, told me I had to tell you. He said he saw us very well together. But I... I needed time to think about it." "To understand yourself better." "Yes, to understand myself better. You always helped me very much to understand myself better. You are the most exceptional man I ever met." "Thank you." Silvano answered with simplicity. "If Gus was gay... honestly... I would possibly not have fallen in love with you. I hope not to hurt you, telling you so." "Hurt me? No. If I weren't gay, I would not have fallen in love with you... It is the same thing, isn't it? If we two were not gay, very likely we would not even have met." "Just think that it was Giusto who made us meet?" "Yes. He was with me at the right moment, and left me at the right moment." "That's why he is called 'right', Giusto, isn't it?" Dario said with a smile. Then added, "When I saw you for the first time, I found you neither physically beautiful nor ugly,. But now, on the contrary, I find you very beautiful..." "These things happen when one is in love. It is we who make each other beautiful. You make me beautiful." They said farewell. They had not even exchanged a kiss, not even a caress. And yet all was now different. Back home, while they were preparing their luggage, Dario told Gustavo about his meeting with Silvano. His friend proved to be happy. "I told you! Good Lord, how happy I am!" "He says that you and I... we can go on making love in these months, during the tour..." "Yes, sure." "Do you desire it?" "Yes. Don't you?" "Yes, I do too. Even though I feel somewhat weird. Riding on two saddles, running with the hare and hunting with the hounds..." "If you want... we can also ask for separate rooms. You or I can sleep with Marcello." "No. That would be a kind of honeymoon in reverse..." Gustavo smiled, "Yes, it's true. We really are an odd couple, you and I!" "Odd, but beautiful." "Yes, odd and beautiful." They went on tour. Their concerts achieved an extraordinary success. Everywhere they were welcomed with warmth and enthusiasm, especially in Ukraine. Dario and Gustavo made love with sweet abandon for all the time of the travel and the approach of the final day seemed to make their unions even more tender and sweet. They spent their last night in St Petersburg, from where they would go straight back home by plane. As the other times, Steno had booked two double rooms and three singles. And as on the other occasions, Steno, Marcello and Roby went to sleep in the singles, and they in a double. "Gus... this is our last night..." "Yes, Curley, the last one." "I don't want to sleep, tonight." "Neither do I. I'm sorry to leave you, Curley, but we ought to. It is better for both of us." "I know. I will always bring you with me." "The same here. And tonight, I want you to take me, Curley." "But you don't like it very much..." "Tonight I will like it. This is a very special night. I want to feel you inside me. I know that you like it, and your joy will be my joy. Trust me." "I trust you. The night is long. We will do everything... everything..." "Why do I desire so much having a family, a wife and children?" "Because you are Gus... my love." "This is the first time you call me love." "Yes." They kissed. Time stopped flowing. Everything around ceased to exist. There were only themselves, their bodies, their souls laid bare. They caressed, kissed, intertwined, united, parted to then start again, and again, giving themselves to the other without qualms, without limits, without hesitations. They talked, contemplated each other, aroused each other and composed poems with their bodies. They searched for each other, melted in one, offered themselves and took the other in all the ways that fantasy and passion could suggest them. They didn't feel tired, on the contrary they were full of energy. It was a rejoicing for all their senses. When the light of the first sun rays made their room curtain luminous, Gustavo laid on his back, lubed himself, raised his legs and offered himself to Dario. "Take me now, enter inside me. I want this to be our last act of love." Dario felt like a pang in his heart. Gustavo was looking at him with luminous eyes. Dario assumed the position and started to push, very carefully. He felt his friend opening for him, like blooming under him, welcoming him, and sweetly slipped inside him. And Gustavo's eyes shone, and his voce said, with tenderness, in a sweet murmur, "Yes... my love!" Dario felt he was all inside him, pressed to the end. "It's upsetting you?" he anxiously asked. "No, don't worry. Make me feel it." Dario started to move in him. Gustavo pulled him to himself and kissed him. The eyes of both became veiled with tears of joy and sadness. "I'll love you forever, Gus..." "I too will love you forever, Curley." His friend answered, moved. Dario confusedly thought that it was odd to tell each other "I love you" in the act of separation, but he knew it was incredibly true. And he also felt that it was exactly his turgid member entering and coming out from his Gus' body that was repeating that in a sweet, endless echo. He felt that it was the gradually, inexorably growing pleasure that was sanctioning it. He felt that their eyes magnetized onto the other's eyes were swearing it. And when he felt orgasm seizing them, so that while he was giving his essence to Gustavo's body, he too was spreading his seed between their tense and compressed bellies, almost to glue them together forever, he repeated with barely perceptible voice: "I love you... I love you..." They laid still united, tightly one to the other, lost each in the other's arms, until Dario's member very slowly retracted from Gustavo's body. "Let's go to have a shower, now." Gustavo murmured, moved. The water on their faces hid the tears that both had until then hardly restrained, but that were now freely and copiously gushing out. They dressed in silence. Then joined their friends in the hall and all together went to eat breakfast. "What's up with you two?" Marcello asked them, concerned. "We are splitting, Gus and I..." Dario murmured. "You split?" Luca asked widening his eyes. "But... what happened? You were going so well, together..." "Yes, it's true, but we are splitting." Dario repeated. Gustavo added, "It's my fault. I don't deserve Curley. I'm not able to love him enough to renounce having a family, like Marcello I mean, and children..." "I would never renounce you, Gus." Dario said gently but definitely. "Fucking hell, boys, but you two..." Roberta started to say aloud, then, with a lower voice added, "You know what you want, what's best for both of you. But you two love each other, even a blind man would see it." "Yes, it is so. And we will forever love each other. Anything the life would reserve us. Isn't it true, Curley"? "You can swear on it." Luca emitted a deep sigh, "You're an odd couple, really." Dario laughed, "Yes we know. More than friend, less than lovers... We should have made a new word to express it, but were not able. All the terms that came us in mind seemed inappropriate..." Luca looked at them, then said, "You don't need to make a new word. There is already one, a very nice one, the middle one in the title of a movie..." "You mean?" Marcello asked. "Accomplices." Luca answered. "Accomplices?" Marcello asked, not understanding. "Yes - 'Friends, Accomplices, Lovers'." Gustavo answered nodding. "Yes, Curley and I are accomplices, it is true. It is a very good word. Thank you Luca." Back home, they separated their beds. "Are you calling the Prof?" Gustavo asked. "Yes, sure." "Will you go to live with him?" "If he asks me, yes. Will you be sorry, Gus?" "No, I think it will be logical." "And so you wouldn't have to put the milk bottle out of the door any more..." Dario said smiling him. "I love you, my accomplice!" Gustavo said, "never forget it!" "I too love you, my accomplice. And we will never forget it." Dario called Silvano, but he wan't at home. He tried again in the afternoon. "Silvano? Curley's speaking." "Oh, you're back?" "Yes." "When are you coming here?" "When you want." "Now?" "Now, alright." "I always thought of you, in these months." "I too. I too thought of you, Silvano." "Dario..." "Yes?" "I will count the minutes. Be quick, please." "Yes, sure. I just have to change my clothes." "Come as you are." "In my dressing gown?" Dario laughing asked. "Well... it could be better if you change. It's true." The man answered, then added, "Dario?" "Yes, what?" "Didn't you change your mind, about us!?" "No, sure. And you?" "No, absolutely. Do you know that, even though I'm forty-three, I feel worked up like a boarder?" "I can understand you. Also my heart beats... wildly." "I'm waiting for you. Fly here." "I'll fly to you!" While Dario was dressing, Gustavo was looking at him, in silence, smiling. And when he was ready, he drew near him, held him very tight in his arms, deposed a light kiss on his lips ans whispered, "Best wishes, my accomplice." "Thank you, my accomplice." ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 13 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. 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