Date: Sat, 02 Sep 2006 12:02:37 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: "The Choice" 11/15 (Adult Youth)

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THE CHOICE
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006
written on November 12th 1996
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Khasidi

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE CHOICE" 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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CHAPTER 11 - ADRIANO'S FATHER

The pale sun of the early morning drew streaks of light across Adriano
and Diego's room, painting their blanket wrapped bodies in a pattern of
stripes. On his side, turned towards the window, Adriano's blissful
sleep was disturbed by a strip of light that moved over his closed
eyelids. His dreams, half those of an adolescent, half of an adult, were
all of a man with a golden body. In his dreams he loved this man,
deeply, passionately, tenderly loved him...

Other feelings rising from his body also disturbed him and the boy
turned over on his other side so that he faced the wall, while his hand
lowered mechanically to adjust his swollen penis inside his briefs. A
moment later he was sinking back into his erotic dreams. They were
laying on a sunny meadow. It was summertime. Gustavo was on his back and
Adriano lay on top of his naked body, in a close contact, chest against
chest, belly against belly, legs against legs... The boy's body tossed
on the bed and he rolled onto his belly, his hard member compressed
between his body and the mattress. He emitted a moan of pleasure and
lifted his compact bottom up and down in light movements, so that his
member rubbed up and down and was wrapped in heat. He was dreaming of
making love... His body became still again, but in his dream he was
continuing his sweet dance over the body of his beloved who received him
into himself and whispered sweet words of love.

He didn't hear his brother who was moaning and tossing in his own sleep,
nor did he hear the cooing of the pigeons on the windowsill, nor the
sounds of the traffic in the street outside his window. He was
completely absorbed in the pleasure of his dream...

That morning at six o'clock, as usual, Ubaldo Crespi rose silently from
his bed and his sleeping wife. He went into the bathroom and carefully
shaved himself. Then he went to the kitchen to eat his breakfast, - his
usual bowl of muesli and milk - while coffee jetted from the moka
machine, which still gleamed like new. He poured it into his special
blue and white china cup and drank it. When he was finished he left
everything on the table - his wife would clean it all up later.

At seven o'clock the man was out the door going towards his car which
was parked nearby. He looked at his watch and thought that his wife
should be waking up about now, just like every other day didn't have to
go to work as early as usual because it was Friday.

As usual, neither his wife, Adriano, nor the other children would have
the faintest idea what plans the man had for the day. Ubaldo left at
seven and didn't come home until midnight. He only returned home between
noon and two o'clock for lunch. He was a methodical man, precise, a real
businessman.

Without a doubt everything was wonderful and precious that morning for
the beautiful young man with the slightly olive skin, skin that was a
gift from his Filipino mother. While he was showering his tall, slender,
but athletic body, he was filled with his secret love, smiling from one
ear to the other. As he soaped his body he dreamed that it was Gustavo's
hands that were washing him. He had told Gustavo that on Friday morning
he didn't have any classes, so they had agreed to meet. Adriano was
impatient to get out of the shower, dress, and run to him. On Friday
morning, Gustavo usually went to the gym to swim or to play some squash
- he was a young, modern parson; and anyway didn't the Pope also go to
the mountains and hadn't he had a pool built for himself in the Vatican?
Also, the young priest often played soccer in the courtyard with the
parish youths, and at the summer camps he took long walks or went
mountain climbing. Because of this exercise his body was perfect,
athletic and well muscled. Adriano knew very well that Gustavo didn't
need to lift weights in the gym; he had enough labor to do in the
parish.

If he only could, Adriano would have run to him immediately, just as he
was, like a runner in the ancient Greek games at Marathon, right through
all the neighborhoods, from his house to Gustavo's, he would have just
raced naked... Gustavo had given up his time at the gym for him, he was
waiting for him, and they would make love again... two, three times!

At this thought the boy lifted his face up to the warm, pelting water,
his eyes and lips shut as he rinsed the shampoo from his beautiful hair,
dark from the water. The wanton blood came pleasantly to his skin making
his body feel even warmer than the water that was washing over him.
Though he tried to control his thoughts, to drive them towards more
sober subjects and called himself silly for these absurd but exciting
imaginings, the slender youth couldn't help but be aware how deeply in
love he was... even on that morning.

He suddenly realized what time it must be and abandoned his romantic
thoughts to hurry through the rest his shower. Just a little earlier
when he had jumped out of his bed, he had seen that Diego had already
left for school. According to the clock it had been almost nine o'clock
when he had rushed into the bathroom!

Hastily he rinsed off the suds, shut off the water and dried himself,
vigorously brushing and preparing himself for his anticipated meeting
with his Gustavo. All day long! They would savor each other, body and
soul. It had already been ten hours that they had been separated, the
boy thought as he slipped into his clean underwear.

At nine o'clock, Ubaldo Crespi was looking with a critical eye at Mimmo
Digiacomo, the cleaning man that the agency sent him according the
contract once a week along with a young helper. While the harsh man was
sitting at his desk, checking from time to time to see that the two
cleaning men were doing their work properly, he tidied his papers and
prepared the accounts for the salaries of his employees who were
starting work in the other rooms. He also had to recover some debts
downtown - they were late and he knew he had to take care of them
personally. With him the creditors didn't dare make excuses.

Clara Crespi stopped her elder son as he was preparing to go out. "Hey,
you! Where do you think you're going?" She rebuked him, raising an
eyebrow, "Don't even dream going out without something in your stomach!
Sit down here, Adriano, and eat your breakfast, hurry up!" she ordered
moving a chair in front of the table, in a peremptory invitation.

"But, Mum..." Adriano protested, impatient to be on his way.

"But mum, nothing! You only need two minutes to toast bread and fry
eggs. I'll prepare them for you, even though... pour yourself the orange
juice and sit down." she said as she lit the gas cooker and broke two
eggs into a small pan. Then she turned toward Adriano with an
inquisitive air. "And anyway today is Friday. You have no classes. Where
are you going in such a hurry - and so early? Isn't that strange?" she
said in a suspicious tone, "Normally I need all my patience to pry you
out of your bed and when you don't have to go to school most days we are
lucky to see you up before eleven. And here it is just a quarter past
nine..."

"Yes, well, it's just that... today..." the boy started to protest with
an impatient tone, as he tried to find a good reason to justify himself.

His mother, attracted by the sizzling of the eggs, turned without
waiting for an answer and told him from over her shoulder, "Put the
bread on the toaster, if you are in such a hurry." Then she grumbled in
a low voice, "Hurry! Suddenly he is in hurry..."

Although he wanted to rush, Adriano forced himself to pretend "not" to
be in hurry so as not to get his mother even more suspicious. It was
more than shrewdness, it was elementary common sense. He ate, trying to
chew slowly and not to look at his watch every two seconds; but he was
agitated, he felt he was losing precious minutes. He couldn't challenge
his mother; it was already a miracle she didn't try to find out in
detail...

At nine fourteen, after a short telephone call, Ubaldo decided to go to
collect a large sum that a client owed him. He asked his client to
prepare two checks, as he intended to endorse one of them over to the
church's account. The parson had caught him off-guard and, in a rash
moment, he had committed himself to underwrite part of the expenses for
the parish pre-school three months before.

To Adriano everything seemed to take twice as long as usual this
morning. At quarter of ten he was waiting for the bus that would take
him to his Gustavo. When at last the bus came, he hopped aboard; but it
felt as if it were running slower than usual, that it stopped longer
than was needed at each stop, and that all the traffic lights were
conspiring to turn red just as the bus approached. Every delay was time
stolen from his meeting with Gustavo. The lovelorn youth knew the
torment of time that never passed when he was waiting but flew by when
he was with his lover. This torment lasted until ten fifteen, when the
bus finally released him to run to Gustavo's apartment. He made it to
the door in just three minutes, almost knocking against the parson's
neighbor who was coming down the stairs and who looked at him in
surprise. Finally, at ten twenty, he was in the arms of his man, safe
behind the door which had just shut at his back.

Clara Crespi pushed the foot pedal of the vacuum cleaner, alone at last
now that everybody had left the house. She had to hurry up if she was
going to prepare lunch for herself and her husband then get to work. Her
burdens were certainly a little heavier now, having to take care of the
house like before and also hold an outside job. But she was glad she
didn't have to stay alone at home anymore. It felt good to meet new
people. At eleven o'clock the telephone rang. She listened quietly to
her husband's dry questioning. Adriano was not at home, she informed him
and for all she knew he had gone downtown to the city library.

"Yes, yes," she agreed in response to her husband's idea that it would
have been better if their son had accompanied him to collect from a
client. Yes, the boy had to start to see all the ins and outs of the
work that he would soon have to start, "Yes, I agree." she reassured
him. She would tell the boy to call him if he came back before Crespi
left his office. She had been married to the man for a sufficient time
to realize that he was annoyed so she sighed quietly and reminded him
that, anyway, there would be more free Fridays on which the boy could
accompany him... he just had to let the boy know so that he wouldn't
make other engagements...

The two beautiful lovers were lying naked on the wide bed embracing.
Their arms and legs were tightly intertwined and their firm male bodies
were tight, one against the other. The joyful happiness that had caught
them a moment before the peak of the pleasure of their union, was now
transformed into a quiet serenity.

Both the youth and the priest had pulled off all their clothes during
their quick passage from the entryway so they had entered the bedroom
already naked. Gustavo immediately pushed the boy to sit on the edge of
the bed and knelt between his legs, thirsty for the beautiful member
that already stood proudly out-stretched.

Even though it had been shorter than the previous one, the separation
had been heavy for both of them. The young parson started to greedily
suck the tip of Adriano's member. He licked and sucked it with vigor,
almost as if he wanted to draw out the boy's soul. Then he slipped it
down his throat, this time without any problem.

The intensity of sensations that Gustavo's frenzied mouth was giving
Adriano made him tremble incredibly violently. He tried to push the
man's head away from himself as it bobbed rapidly up and down in his
lap. He broke out in a sweat. "Stop it... stop it..." he begged him,
panting. Of course Gustavo became immediately still, looking at him from
down upwards, straight in his eyes, with an interrogative expression.

Adriano smiled shyly at him and breathed a long sigh. Neither of them
did anything to break the contact between Gustavo's mouth and Adriano's
penis, which was now pulsating rhythmically. Adriano caressed the man's
hair. Inside his mouth, Gustavo moved his tongue over the boy's tense
glans. Adriano emitted a short sigh and closed his eyes. Then Gustavo
plunged again his head forward until his nose was pressed against the
boy's groin hairs.

Adriano murmured: "Well, maybe you could do it a little more... it felt
pretty... good."

Soon both of Adriano's hands were on Gustavo's head, running through his
hair, playing with his ears, caressing the nape of his neck, his cheeks,
his forehead, trying to communicate him, more than just his pleasure,
all his love.

Suddenly, his voice hoarse, he emitted an urgent request: "Go on...
fast!" and Gustavo realized that the boy was about to start to shake and
would soon give him the first emission of the day. His tongue,
fluttering against the member inside the hot nest of his mouth, received
the first taste of that longed for, intoxicating drink. The boy clamped
his thighs like a vice around the man's head, holding him tight until
his lover had greedily swallowed the last drop of his seed and, in the
boy's tense body, the sublime turbulence of his orgasm had started to
subside.

Calm again, and grateful, feeling like a horseman just dismounted from
his wild steed after a long and exciting ride, the boy lay back
luxuriously on the bed, spreading his arms while his member, now free
and soft, relaxed somewhat as he opened his strong thighs. Gustavo,
standing up, looked down at him in silent and devoted admiration He was
overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude.

Adriano stretched out his hand towards the man in a silent invitation to
join him. Gustavo leaned on the bed and climbed onto it, kneeling at the
boy's side. Then he lowered himself on top of him. The boy voluptuously
kissed the virile lips that had just sucked his member and savored his
own seed, and for the first time he tasted his own flavor in his lover's
mouth. He thought with a slight surprise that it was different from
Gustavo's taste. "Does each one have a different taste?" he asked
himself. Then he whispered softly to Gustavo, "Thank you," and sat up to
make a place for his lover. His eyes fell on the small electric alarm
clock on the bedside table and saw that it was eleven o'clock. "Those
forty five minutes flew by in a second," he thought as his man lay at
his side.

At one o'clock, after having lunch with his wife and his two youngest
children, Ubaldo Crespi left his house, got in his car and went down
town. He parked his "Giulietta" and continued on foot to take a pair of
his black shoes to get resoled, then he bought six packets of good
coffee in a nearby shop. Going back towards his car, he stopped to buy
two spicy salamis as his wife had asked him. It was one thirty when he
started his car. He went towards his client's office to retrieve the two
checks, as they had agreed.

The bedroom was again joyfully filled with the sounds of vigorous
intercourse. Gustavo was lying, folded in two, on his wide back, moaning
happily under Adriano's rapid hammering as he passionately filled
Gustavo's upturned butt.

In spite of the fact that he had just poured his abundant contribution
into his boy's hot, welcoming mouth, Gustavo was miraculously still
erect. At each of Adriano's thrusts into him, the tense, sweaty muscles
of Adriano's belly were gently but vigorously massaging the back part of
Gustavo's glans. The boy accompanied each of these strong descents with
a short, passionate moan. The bed rocked and creaked in time to his
thrusts. Gustavo lay looking upward, entranced and incredibly aroused by
the strong excitement he could read in his lover's clear eyes.

Adriano stammered out words of praise and adoration, just like any kid
in love, but he moved inside the hot channel of the muscled priest like
a man in rut. The beautiful boy's strong hands held the priest's downy
legs tight against his smooth and hairless chest. His rapid to and fro
was not vain, in fact the young parson was moaning strongly; and at each
of Adriano's thrusts he pushed his ass up to offer even more of himself
to his passionate boy.

Gustavo's wide shoulders sank into the mattress. He shivered as if he
were resting on a slab of ice. The priest started to give voice to his
joy with overflowing enthusiasm. The syncopated dialog of love that
passed between him and the youth who was taking him thickened, sweet,
heated words emerged, interrupting the extended cries of indescribable
pleasure that erupted again and again from the throats of the two
lovers. As Adriano reached between their bodies to seize the man's
member Gustavo was vaguely aware of the faint sound of two far away
chimes from the Cathedral's tower.

They felt the approach of a new orgasm. Both were ready to enter again
the Elysian Fields, clinging to each other. Adriano immediately felt his
own member cast its burden deep inside the man, and Gustavo again
emptied himself, throbbing, into Adriano's hot hand. He could not say
which of them had started first, and this simultaneity made him crazily
happy. They were really one!

Ubaldo Crespi and Doctor Vincenzo Danna, the client whom he had visited
in order to fetch the two checks, hadn't had a real conversation in
months. Ubaldo, even if he didn't like drawing-room chats, still
couldn't deny the importance of being on good terms with one of his best
clients; so, when he arrived at Danna's place at ten past two, he
accepted his hospitality and his kind, appreciative words for the work
he was carrying out graciously.

His businessman's sensibility told him that the desire to talk of the
second matter came from the doctor's hope to obtain better policies in
the future, but that did not worry him at all. He was so skilled that he
was able to manage his business so as to increase his own gains while,
at the same time, giving the impression that the other should thank him.
He crossed his long legs as he sipped coffee in his client's elegant
office.

It seemed that neither of the two lovers could receive nor give enough
to the other. After having sowed the depths of his lover's ass with his
seed, Adriano, with strong, pleasurable convulsions, rolled off of him
and lay at his side on his belly. He spread his legs and opened himself
completely for Gustavo to take his turn. He was still heavily aroused
and felt deeply loved.

As Gustavo laid himself on top for the second time, a feeling of
happiness and safety swept over the boy. Even though the muscles of his
small ass tensed unwillingly and he felt a light pang from the memory of
pain as his golden man lifted his slender pelvis up and tested his small
hole with a finger, he was still happy and his penis was hard as a rock.
The young parson was longing to be welcomed again by the boy's sweet
asshole but he was worried and decided not to take him again in order to
give to his young lover's muscles time to adjust so that he would feel
less pain and more pleasure.

Slowly, almost unwillingly, but with love, the man slipped away from
him. "It will be better to avoid this for a while, kid," he said gently,
"I don't want to put you through more pain like you endured when you let
me in last time. I am too big..."

"Hey, didn't I tell you not to call me a kid? I'm nineteen. I am of age.
I may be young, but I'm a man, you know!" Adriano said in a playful
protest. Then, continuing to pretend to be sullen, he stood up on the
bed and, topping Gustavo by a good eighteen inches, seized his
shoulders, pushed him down onto the mattress and held him fast.

"All right, all right... I'm sorry. You're a man... I apologize! Forgive
me, Mister Crespi! To tell the truth, it's not that I'm thinking of you
as a kid. This would be enough to prove it!" Gustavo said slipping his
hand between their bodies and seizing tightly his lover's penis. "Yes,
this would be enough..." he repeated sweetly, squeezing it with love.

Adriano's lips made a fast, feverish descent onto the man's, preventing
him from continuing any speech. Adriano kissed him deeply and seized his
lover's hot shaft between their bodies with his hand. Then, with his
other hand, he took Gustavo's free hand and guided it between his own
buttocks, pressing it along his furrow, until he felt that the man's
fingers start to explore and tease his hidden little hole again.

Adriano's moan of pleasure was choked by a long, forceful kiss from the
man. Then the boy felt the man's finger slide again between his firm
buttocks and into his hot hole, moving lightly but with determination.
Exploring more deeply, Gustavo reached Adriano's prostate and the boy
again felt ready, full of longing to be filled by his man.

The boy interrupted the hot kiss and lifted his head up to look into the
depths of the loving eyes of his man, "Take me again. Please..."

"I don't want to hurt you. " Gustavo weakly protested.

"Each time it gets better. And I want all of you inside me. I want you
on top of me and inside me. Please?" the boy said excitedly and again
slid along his lover's side, laying himself on his belly and spreading
his legs in trustful and eager anticipation. Gustavo yielded and moved
on top of him, filled with love and desire. It was twenty-five minutes
to three...

The main reason for Ubaldo's visit, collecting the two checks from
Doctor Danna, had been realized, so the man skillfully brought an end to
his visit. He also had to take his old, but loved and perfectly cared
for "Giulietta" to Carlo Gerbini, his reliable mechanic - that morning
he had heard a strange noise in the motor that in his opinion should not
have been there. But first he had to deposit the check for the church.
He would have liked to wait to do that, but tomorrow was a Saturday so
he would have had to wait until Monday, and that would cause the church
to lose three days of interest. Being a serious professional, and being
conscious of the value of money, he could not in good conscience allow
such a thing.

"He is good, really good. He is studying seriously, as he always has,"
he answered with a certain pride to a question put by Doctor Danna about
his eldest son. Then, looking at the clock in back of his client, and
seeing that it was already three, he excused himself and said goodbye
with gentle determination. Finally, back on the street, he got in his
car, started it, and drove to the parson's house to ask him for the bank
account register.

At ten past three, aching a bit, but finally sated, the two lovers
decided to interrupt the passionate evolutions that they had so
enthusiastically been carrying out for almost four hours, at least for
the moment to grant themselves a break. They had both forgotten lunch
but were now feeling really hungry. Naked, they stood up and, still
holding each other, not yet ready to part completely, they went out to
the kitchen, ignoring their clothes which were spread all over the floor
in the study and the entry way. Even though they now knew each other's
body pretty well and very intimately, their hands were still exploring
each other with a sense of astonishment as they entered the kitchen.
Standing near the table, they exchanged a long kiss before finally
parting to put together something to eat.

If one wants to avoid useless trips, or arriving at untimely moments, it
is a good idea to phone ahead to prepare the other for the visit. But
Ubaldo, accustomed to telephoning only for the purpose of making
collections, and not wanting to waste any more time by looking for a
public telephone, decided it wouldn't be necessary. After all, he was
going to give money not to take it. He would willingly have avoided
giving such a sum to the parish, but he had promised. He felt that it
was an unpleasant duty, but still a duty. And he would never default on
his duties.

Anyway, he repeated to himself, he was so close to the parson's house
that to stop and look around for a telephone would have just been a
waste of time. Besides, he said to himself as he parked his car, you
only have to call if you need a favor, not when you are doing one. He
could have called from Doctor Danna's studio, but he didn't like the
idea of asking a client for a favor, nor did he want to talk about his
private business in front of a stranger.

He walked quickly over to the apartment building where the parson lived.
Seeing that the gate on the street was open, he went upstairs directly,
without ringing the bell to announce himself.

At twenty past three, the two lovers were eating side by side. Their
nudity, so spontaneously and naturally shared, caused them to smile at
each other from time to time with a conspiratorial pleasure. They felt a
sense of sweet freedom and agreeable intimacy. At times one of them
would playfully feed the other, but implicit in that innocent game there
was an erotic communication of love. Even though in bed they seemed to
be the same height, the youth was really two inches taller than the
handsome priest. And, even though they both had lean and muscular
bodies, the man's was broader and sturdier. The boy's skin was hairless
and appeared lightly tanned, his hair as well the thicket on his groin
and under his armpits was the color of chestnuts. The priest's skin was
fair and his hair was a bright blond so that his body gave off a golden
reflection. As they sat side-by-side, completely naked, their beauty was
startling. They were vaguely aware this and it pleased them. The radio
on the cupboard was playing and between songs the station announced the
time. It was three thirty.

Gustavo gently pressed his hand over the boy's thigh, caressing it
lightly. Adriano smiled at him so sweetly that at once the man became
aroused. He noticed the immediate response that rose up between the
muscled legs of his beloved. The boy's masculine body, as he sat near
him, gentle and yet virile in his youth, was a feast for the Priest's
eyes. It was a joy just to be able to admire it openly at last.

At that moment the doorbell rang. The two lovers jumped as they were
recalled peremptorily back to earth.

"Stay here..." Gustavo said, standing up and going to the door. "Who is
it?" he called through the intercom.

The answer came unexpectedly from right behind the door. "It's Ubaldo
Crespi. Open the door, I'm in hurry!"

The priest froze in his tracks. "Just a moment!" he answered in a choked
voice. He ran to the kitchen, "Take all our clothes and shut yourself in
the bedroom. Hurry! It's your father!"

"My father?" the boy asked, his eyes widening as he darted out to do as
he was told. Gustavo went into the bathroom and put on his heavy blue
terrycloth bathrobe. He came out and looked around to make sure that the
clothes were all gone. As soon as he heard the bedroom door close, he
opened the apartment door.

"I'm sorry, I was showering..." the priest, ill at ease, lied.

The man brushed by into the apartment before Gustavo could ask him in.
"I am sorry to have come uninvited..." the man began, but his sharp mind
was already gathering disquieting signals. He did not hear the sound of
water from the bathroom and the priest's body under his bathrobe was
dry. Moreover, from a slight movement of the bathrobe, he received a
definite impression that the man had an erection! Then he noticed his
host's tense expression, his ruffled hair, and guessed that the priest
had a guest... A woman, he thought feeling disgusted, while his eyes
searched for proof of his intuition. He didn't know himself whether he
really hoped to find it or not.

The kitchen door was open and he noticed that the table was prepared for
two! He was about to enter the study when his eyes caught something
else, something that made his blood boil and go to his head. On a hook
in the entry way he recognized, without the slightest doubt, Adriano's
leather jacket!

Gustavo followed the man's eyes. He saw the jacket and the blood drained
from his face until he was as pale as a sheet. He realized that they
were lost.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 12

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