Date: Wed, 06 Sep 2006 08:09:54 +0200 From: A.K. Subject: "The Choice" 13/15 (Adult Youth) ---------------------------- THE CHOICE by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006 written on November 12th 1996 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Khasidi ----------------------------- 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. ----------------------------- CHAPTER 13 - TOGETHER In the bathroom, his lips tightly shut with determination, Adriano's wide shoulders trembled from time to time as he struggled to remain standing in spite of the enormous pressure of his first serious migraine. He held his body straight and tense, fighting bravely to hold back his tears, while Gustavo gently tended his swollen eye and cut lip. Adriano tried with all his means to stop them, but even though no sob escaped, tears were silently falling, one after the other, and running ceaselessly down his cheeks. Gustavo dried the salty stream over and over with the damp towel he had in his hand, but a new stream of burning tears was ready to take its place without fail. The speed with which situations can change and difficulties arise was already forcing itself into the boy's awareness. The revelation of this truth had resulted from a bursting out of forces and changes that the handsome boy hadn't foreseen or even guessed. He had been suddenly and painfully chased from his home. But now, at least, his life belonged to him. It had been put into his hand. And he had not foreseen this, either. The worst part of the day's drama was not so much having being discovered by his father, nor the scene in his bedroom, neither was it the thrashing he had undergone, nor his father's hate, nor the wound on his lips and arm, now cared for, nor his swollen eye that, anyway, would heal in a while; no, as if his personal problems were not a heavy enough burden, what really prostrated him was that the nightmare had come from his own brave choice to be honest. He had hurt the people he loved. His younger brothers' fear and confusion and his mother's anguish burned inside him... became part of him... wounded him mercilessly. And yet, strangely, if the dark eyed-boy hadn't been full of pain, he might have burst out laughing at the depth of his father's stupidity. Suddenly, almost angry with himself, Adriano asked himself how he could have so recently believed that he and Gustavo would be able to escape the problems lying in wait behind each tree in a forest of prejudice and incomprehension. If the tall, slender boy hadn't felt near to falling down himself, like a cut tree, he would surely have bent in two with laughter at the idea that he could believe, even for an instant, that he and Gustavo might be able live their love undisturbed or be lucky enough to live together without any problems. "He delivered a pretty good uppercut here on your cheek." Gustavo commented with a nod of sympathy, as he sorrowfully continued to check over Adriano's face. "The swelling around your eyes is bad. It worries me a little. But this one here is just a small cut. We just have to be careful it doesn't became infected..." Adriano gave a short start and jerked his head back. "Come on, try not to move. " Gustavo urged him tenderly, "The disinfectant always burns a little." The young priest, doing his best to take care of Adriano, stepped back a step to examine his work as he tore open another plaster. He took the towel he had used to dry the boy's tears and with one hand rinsed it and squeezed it out into the sink so that he could pass it again over his boy's mangled face. His patient continued to stand up straight and tense, without complaining, and tried to act like a man -- like the man he loved -- even though his tears continued to stream down his face. But it wasn't only Adriano who felt the need for tears. The strong, honey colored man remembered the first kiss that the youth had eagerly given him only four days before, -- actually three -- and thought about the fact that this pain had also originated by that gesture of love. Indeed, Gustavo felt that he might burst into tears himself at any moment. The young parson was ran over the intense three days that had changed their lives, days during which passion had been ignited in both himself and the boy. He told himself that true love never comes cheaply. But now the boy was suddenly put out on the street and the parson himself wasn't in much better condition. He had only the apartment. In fact, they didn't have a penny between them. But he wasn't frightened. He knew that, in exchange, he had received something far more precious, something that gave him courage -- the love that united them. But he didn't have time to indulge in self-pity. The first job was to do his best to heal Adriano, body and soul, to help him find his serenity again and the strength of spirit he needed to go keep going... together. Adriano sat on the edge of the bed, silent and dejected. The passing minutes had reduced his streaming tears to a few drops. Crouching in front of him, Gustavo gazed into the reddened eyes of his beloved in a reassuring way and started to undress him. He pulled off Adriano's shoes and thick socks. "Stand up just a moment, love," he asked in a gentle voice as he also stood, shifting aside the sheet and blanket. With delicate and patient movements, the athletic man began to undress the slender, tired boy, first pulling off the precious leather jacket that he still wore, then the woolen shirt, and finally the t-shirt. After that, his deft fingers opened Adriano's belt and trousers. He pushed them down and then, with his big hands on the boy's shoulders, made him sit again on the bed and lie down. "Hey, boy, up that cute ass of yours a little." Gustavo said while looking into his young lover's sad eyes. Seizing the opened jeans by the belt, he pulled them all the way off. Now Adriano was laying on his back, his legs hanging off of the bed with just his boxers on him. " You just have to lie down for a while and try not to worry about anything," the handsome man said in a jokingly professional tone, "Doctor's orders!" He picked up the boy's clothes, folded them and added, "You are safe here with me now." The man's brown eyes caressed the lithe shape of the boy's body, which now lay on his bed. Even though there were inevitably going to be more tragedies waiting to ambush them, his thoughts were immediately filled with contemplative love. But Gustavo could not linger for long in the dreamlike sweetness of his visual journey over the boy's lovely olive skin. Consciousness of reality continued to bubble up into the surface of his thoughts with painful insistence. Looking around almost as if seeing it for the first time, he observed his bedroom in the light of his new thoughts. "We will have to make some changes, my boy," he said, thinking how unsuited this simple, shabby room was to be their love nest. "Perhaps we should even move to another city. But anyway, wherever we go, we will always be together. All you need to do is just tell me whether this is what you want..." Adriano's arms rose up towards him almost in a silent prayer. Gustavo bent over him, hugged him tight and lifted his body up, moving it into the center of the bed. Adriano clutched him convulsively and, finally the sobs that he had been holding back burst forth. Gustavo calmed him down and settled the covers over him. Standing up, he retied the belt of his bathrobe, then lay down at the boy's side, on top of the covers. "Crying will make you feel better..." the man whispered, circling with his arm the boy's shoulders and bending to tenderly kiss his forehead, "... it'll make you feel a lot better." He cuddled him like a baby, until Adriano fell asleep. But the boy soon woke up again. "Hey, kid, the trials of the day have left you a little... ripe in the terms of odors, haven't they?" Gustavo said sinking his nose between the boy's arm and chest and sniffing his armpits noisily. In fact, far from bothering him, Gustavo found the strong smell manly and vaguely arousing. Adriano's smell was so seductive that the athletic young man was at once transported to the world of physical desire. He was amazed when he felt his virility wake again between his legs, quick and ready. But, conscious of more urgent needs, the young man in love thought with a mocking wisdom that something to eat be a better kind of care than sex to heal Adriano. Playfully and without any real reason, the athletic blond man gave a warning giggle and jumped on all fours on top of the long legged boy, holding him tight inside the covers, like a cat ready to swallow a little mouse. The man started to tickle the ribs of his slender young lover who for a while let him do it without trying to escape or to respond. But then Adriano returned his attentions, slipping his hands in the opening of the bathrobe and tickling the man's strong chest. They played for a while and the bed was soon a wreck as they clung to each other and wrestled. Howling cheerfully and laughing like two carefree kids, for a while they forgot all their sorrows, all their wounds. For two beings who felt so much for one another, this spontaneous and innocent game transposed easily into a sexual romp. In spite of their pain, both in their hearts and their bodies, in spite of their individual and shared suffering, their strong bodies started to respond to the change of atmosphere, gradually calming as, in another sense they became more excited. Gustavo came to rest, running his eyes along the curve of Adriano's long neck. He lay still, doing nothing and not saying a word. He simply held the young man he whom he loved with all his heart, as closely as possible. Lying pressed to his lover, the beautiful man came to full arousal. He finally abandoned his silence and murmured hoarsely into his young lover's ear, "There is nothing and nobody in the world like you... my boy! I swear!" "So then... this is really it, isn't it?" Adriano answered with a soft and pleased voice. "This is love." "Yeah, I really think so... Including the rough start." Gustavo answered solemnly. Taking care not to hurt the boy's swollen lip, Gustavo kissed his cheek lightly. Then he sat up rapidly. "Hey, you! Now, don't change the subject! Get your butt into that shower!" he ordered, giving his boy's ass a playful slap. Satisfied that Adriano was relieved of the pain that had seized him, enough to give an amused giggle at his words, the man immediately felt happier. Adriano took the clean towel that Gustavo handed him, "While you spruce up for me, I'll fix something to fill our bellies. You're hungry, aren't you?" the man asked, cheerfully, accenting his question with a raised eyebrow as he waited for an answer. "Yes." Adriano sighed, "I am, actually." "You are?" Gustavo smiled, "That's a good sign, my boy!" he said with a wise expression, "Yeah, a really good sign." Adriano believed him and nodded without asking him to explain what it was a good sign of. Gustavo smiled widely, "Get busy, young man," he ordered in a severe voice, "And when you come out, switch on the TV in the study, there might be something interesting on. I'll bring your food there this time." The man went to the kitchen and explored the refrigerator, wondering what he could fix for supper. It had to be something good and nourishing for two strong and virile lovers like them; but he saw nothing very inviting to cook. Gustavo went to his bedroom and dressed quickly, then he left the apartment silently and went to a nearby specialty food shop to buy some hors d'oeuvre, baked lasagne, a couple of steaks, and some roasted potatoes. There was a comedy on the television that caught Adriano's attention. An hour later the two were again side-by-side in the wide bed, laughing heartily as they watched the black and white TV, which they had put in the door of the studio. Both naked except for their boxers, they sat with their backs against cushions put in vertically against the metal headboard. They ended their meal sipping a glass of good red wine. Even though Adriano was extroverted and of a sunny disposition, he felt reluctant to reveal what had happened with his father. Besides, the physical evidence told the story pretty clearly. Gustavo respected the boy's choice. After eating, Adriano smiled at him with gratitude and, while Gustavo was putting the tray on the bedside table, he lay down and curled up, leaning his cheek against the Gustavo's warm, slightly furry, thigh. Neither of them had any more interest in the television. Adriano's fingers roamed aimlessly over his man's firm naked thigh, while meaningless black and white images ran around on the small screen, and funny voices laughed at unheard jokes. It was not quite by chance that, as he passed his hand over his hair, the back of his hand brushed lightly against the swelling contained in the light fabric the man's white cotton boxers which was situated just behind the nape of Adriano's neck. He felt its solid, healthy warmth. Gustavo didn't say anything, but, in his turn, he started to caress the soft waves of Adriano's hair, slipping his fingers through the silky mass, while his member hardened. Both knew where they were aiming, but, in full agreement, they were taking time to savor the magic of the moment. Adriano's tapered fingers made their way, slow but determined, through the soft leg opening of Gustavo's boxers. At his lover's touch, Gustavo's member stretched out and thickened more quickly. It extended between his muscled thigh and the cloth barrier, inching towards the boy's inquisitive fingers, until its tip met them. Gustavo was slightly surprised, "Is that what you want, youngster?" He asked. Gustavo knew the physical conditions of his young lover, so his question was veined with caution. "Yes, old man, it is!" Adriano answered tenderly seizing Gustavo's now full erection with his whole hand. "Old man?" "Are you mine, now?" "Of course I am!" his lover sighed happily. "And then, that's what I will call you from now on, if you call me youngster again." Adriano answered. He smiled and, turning so that he could look his man in the eyes, "I'd rather call you Great man, not only because you have a great body, and you are pretty great here, too..." he said lightly squeezing the hot erection, "But because you are so great inside, and full of good things..." "Well, then... lie down," the handsome man said, sliding his body down the bed to be nearer to his lover. "I have a lot of really good things for you." When they were lying side by side, he gently put his lips to the swollen lips of his lover, "In this way I'll make you heal faster. That ache is going away, right?" he asked in a whisper, gently brushing his lips on those of the boy. "Yes..." the boy breathed. With diligent care, the golden young man put his lips to Adriano's swollen eye. As if he had suddenly understood the healing power of his kisses and of his body, Gustavo lay down on top of the boy, determined to give full support to his young, wounded hero. He gently took the boy's face between his big hands. Aroused and ready for his task, without wasting time, he started to give Adriano his lips' care, fervently covering the sweet, abused face with many small kisses. As he felt the fierce pulsations of Adriano's member, hard like rock, rise beneath his tense belly, Gustavo's care became intense and passionate. With a sweet moan, he tightened his arms around the boy's shoulders and lowered his head to kiss the silky skin of Adriano's neck. Then he descended lower to the boy's wide, smooth shoulders. And lower still until he reached the small dark nipples that he kissed and suckled and nibbled, feeling them swell like two firm, sweet peas. Then, with instinctive skill, he teased them, circling them with just the tip of his tongue. Adriano hummed lightly in his throat, like the sound of a breeze in spring. Gustavo moaned in answer as the boy's tapered fingers began to gently play with his hair the color of ripe-wheat. But then, as Gustavo was preparing himself to abandon the hard nipples to head downward again toward his second stop, the small hollow of the boy's navel, he became aware that Adriano's penis was rapidly softening. Raising himself up on his elbow, he looked down on the boy. The bed started to rock gently as the man quietly began to laugh. Adriano had fallen asleep. "God knows, this has been a hard day, my little man. So, you've finally collapsed, eh?" he murmured tenderly, before giving the boy's belly a last kiss. The man started to roll away from the relaxed body of his lover. The boy needed to sleep and who knew how many and what kind of problems they would have to face with the new day. Slowly Gustavo lifted himself up on all fours. But when he looked at the beautiful body under him, abandoned in sleep, he felt reluctant to part. The yearning desire to feel Adriano's body overcame him again. A soft, velvety rumbling sounded softly from the beautiful man's throat and he quivered. His heavy testicles slowly shifted up and down of their own will inside the sack hanging between his strong thighs. Holding himself up on his hands and knees, the man slowly lowered himself down again, touching his lips to Adriano's warm, smooth chest. He kissed it again and again with joyful devotion. He, too, was exhausted and his eyelids were heavy with sleep; but he forced himself to remain awake. His penis, long, thick, and tense, swung gently as he moved his body back a bit farther. He lovingly kissed the boy's small navel. Completely aroused, Gustavo couldn't resist running the tip of his tongue around the small pit of his beloved's belly button. Raising his head, Gustavo stared at the shadow his big body projected across Adriano's which lay under him. He contemplated the sweet shape of the boy's penis sleeping between his legs. It was visible through the thin cloth of his underwear. Seized by a kind of rapture, he moved down farther still and lowered his head. Through the soft fabric, he captured the beloved member between his lips, excitedly inhaling the faint male scent that, happily, the shower couldn't completely remove. The warm, soft tube of flesh didn't wake up as the man's fingers unbuttoned the fly of Adriano's boxers to reveal that hidden jewel, not even when the man slid it between his lips all the way. But Gustavo was happy just to taste it, to feel it resting softly inside his mouth, on his tongue. He remained like this, still, for a long while, just contemplating and enjoying the beauty of those quiet sensations. But the scent, the taste, ignited the man's passion. He caressed the boy's testicles, and moved his tongue against the soft member imprisoned inside his hot mouth. Unable to resist the sensation, the big man parted the sleeping boy's legs with the slow but insistent pressure of his own, and put his hands on the boy's sides. The athletic man nimbly held up the weight of his own upper body on his strong outstretched arms, while he bent his muscular body. The man's long hard member, moving forward with his pelvis, slid over the crumpled sheet, brushing it lightly as it headed towards the wonderful heat radiating from the open thighs of his young lover. The lamplight played over the blond down of the man's strong back as he bent slowly but powerfully. He folded his knees, wedging them under the boy's thighs. Now Gustavo could free his arms of his own weight and, while he sucked the boy's member with sweet greediness, he put his hands under the cheeks of his lover's ass and started to gently knead them. That contact at once reminded him of how beautiful it was to penetrate the sweet, long legged boy. At this thought, Gustavo felt his member jolt strongly in anticipation. Adriano sighed in his sleep and moved slightly and his member started to grow inside his lover's mouth. The big man, feeling it swell, asked himself what the boy could be dreaming. As Gustavo accelerated the up and down of his mouth on it, the beautiful member hardened more, while that of the handsome man stretched itself even farther between Adriano's thighs, until it brushed against his bottom. The boy murmured as his penis came to attention, and Gustavo wondered what he was saying in his dream and to whom... It was getting late and the world outside the window was becoming gloomy and silent. In the closed room no sound was heard except for the faint and rhythmic creaking of the bed springs as they accompanied the movements of Gustavo's head and shoulders. Without making any noise, he was sucking the tip of the rigid pole that he had captured between his lips, and he pumped its whole length with his hand. In the absolute quiet of the room, a sudden light tremor ran through Adriano's outflung fingers, while Gustavo, aroused and ready to receive the gift of the moment, continued to make love with his mouth to the boy's still, strong shape. Adriano's hands and fingers tossed weakly at his sides like little birds fallen from the nest, trying to fly; and from his slightly parted lips he exhaled a grateful moan. His beautiful head rocked from side to side on the pillow and he spoke in the secret language known only to those in the world of dreams. Meanwhile, the sack of his testicles was tightening in Gustavo's warm hand within which it was contained. Adriano's slow exhalations brought up further expressions of pleasure as commentary on the dream he was living. All the while the tip of his strong lover's tongue danced about the small slit on the top of his swollen glans. A drop of fluid emerged from the titillated slit. It was so tiny that Gustavo would not have noticed it if it were not for the faintly salty taste. He captured it at once on his willing tongue and savored it as if it were a magic elixir. This infinitesimal gift reinvigorated the tired man, pushing him to a more vigorous action. He knew what was about to happen and he wanted it. The flowering of the sleeping boy's orgasm happened with the same gentle calm of the previous light sighs that had escaped from his slightly parted lips. At the first of the pulses of the quiet river, the calm flow of warm seed provoked a pleasurable flood in the man's mouth. Adriano's member pulsed in a rhythm synchronous with his own heartbeat. It was measured with pleasure by man's fingers as he felt it coming up along the tense rod. The boy's slender legs shuddered like grass blades under a lively wind and, accompanied by soft moans and small darting motions, the light olive colored body of the gorgeous boy gave up a further flow of seed into his strong lover's greedy mouth. When it was over, Gustavo remained still, curled over the adored body for a long while. Thoughtful and perfectly still, the young priest swallowed the warm, thick fluid drawn off so abundantly from his beloved that he had joyfully gathered in his welcoming mouth. Then he released the softening member of the boy and, with his fingers, laid it in the pubic hair of the now relaxed boy. The man rose again and lay down near his young lover. Lying so and watching as Adriano slipped deeper into sleep, the young priest enjoyed the aftertaste that still lingered in his mouth and listened with pleasure to the sound of Adriano's light breathing near his ear. He brushed his fingers over the nipple on his own wide chest. His penis, hard but forgotten the whole time he had been fervently holding and sucking Adriano's, was still strongly erect. It tented the Blanket over the man's pelvis. Notwithstanding the late hour, Gustavo's senses, loving and receptive, were fully awake. There was something magical in that moment. It roused in the young man a strong and impetuous desire to kiss his young sleeping prince until he would awaken in loving surprise. With the palm of his hand he caressed up and down along his own erect member, as he imagined the scene. First he would stand up again and carefully lubricate the whole length of his shuddering member, then he would get back on the bed and pull Adriano to himself. With his fingers he would search between the smooth and firm cheeks of Adriano's beautiful bottom until he found the small hidden hole. He would feel it soften and relax at his touch. Then, knowing that all was ready, he would have slowly moved forward slipping his member into the narrow recess of his young lover's the slender ass and he would push it in, sweetly slipping inside to the hilt, giving the boy the devouring fire that was burning inside his swollen testicles. Gustavo imagined how it would be to feel his sweet Adriano slowly waken, to find himself completely filled with all his passion and love, as he was tenderly fucking into his hot little ass... The temptation to make this fantasy real was strong; but Gustavo knew that it had to remain just a sweet daydream. Right now, it was absolutely necessary for the boy to rest. Then, choosing a different way to find relief, he took hold of his member and started to masturbate himself, while with his other hand he caressed and pressed his swollen testicles. But then, in spite of his pleasure, he suddenly stopped and took away his hands from his genitals. How could he receive his pleasure from his own hand when Adriano would give him much more wonderful sensations? he asked himself. It seemed a real waste and so he stopped. He looked at his Adriano peacefully sleeping near him and he knew that at last the boy felt completely safe. "Dawn is breaking." he thought, closing his eyes, "We will have time..." ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 14 ----------------------------- 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, or desire to help revising my English translations, so that I can put on-line more of my stories in English please e-mail at andrej@andrejkoymasky.com ---------------------------