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"THE LEASH" 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.

THE LEASH By Andrej Koymasky © 2012
Finished writing February 17, 2003
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Kent D. (sw Ohio area)
CHAPTER 7
The leash on the wall

As I imagined, Guillermo was not only eager to learn, but also intelligent and keen. I had made him a minimum wardrobe, going to buy clothes with him. Every day, coming home from work, I taught him something new. I discovered that he could neither read nor write, so I paid a teacher and Guillermo, while I was in the bank, also went to class.

What he was learning to do, he did it well. I saw that every time he was waiting for approval from me; so I started to tell him he was good. I was pleased with him and able to give him a little more confidence in himself.

One day, coming home from the bank, I found him sitting on the floor in the hallway, in a similar position to that he was the first time I had seen him in Cerrito: sitting, his back against the wall, his knees almost against his chest, hands on the ground between his legs...

"What happened, Guillermo?" I asked.

"Do not hit me, Daniel... I have not done it on purpose..."

"What?" I asked, crouching in front of him.

"While I washed the dishes... I broke a glass... I have not done it on purpose..."

"Guillermo! Such accidents happen to everyone when we do something. Only he who does nothing does not break anything. And it was just a glass, there are eleven others, is not so?" I said cheerfully, relieved that the problem was so small.

"I'll pay for it... but I do not know if I can find one like it..."

"But no, come on! Even I sometimes have broken something."

"But it's yours, not of others... But I have not done it on purpose... it slipped from my hand and I could not catch it in time and it broke... I'm sorry... do not hit me, please... "

"But no, I do not beat you! Come on, Guillermo! Up, come here..." I said, getting up on my feet.

He got up and looked at me for a moment, uncertain.

I took him in my arms: "Guillermo, come on... it was just a glass... I'm sure it was just an accident, a little accident..."

"I should not have broken it... I had to pay more attention..." he muttered.

"Come." I said taking his arm and leading him to the kitchen.

He followed me sheepishly. I opened the door of the cupboard, took a glass and dropped it on the ground. The glass broke into a thousand pieces. Guillermo looked at me surprised.

"Well, now we're even, you've broken one, I've broken one. But you have not done on purpose, I did; then you have nothing to reproach yourself, I do. Got it? If anyone here deserves to be beaten, it's me and not you, Guillermo, okay? "

He shook his head, his expression incredulous, confused, and then said, "You're not angry with me, then?"

"Of course not! And I hope I do not have to break a glass every time, to let you know that I'm not angry with you. Come on, Guillermo! Let's sweep away the broken glass now, before we hurt ourselves. Take the broom..."

After removing all the pieces of glass from the floor, I asked him: "We take a good coffee now? You prepare it?"

"With the moka?"

"Yes, of course. You know how to do it, right?"

"I think so..."

The more I was with that boy the more I liked him. Life had been cruel to him, yet he kept pure at heart and he had a gentleness that surprised me, that enchanted me.

I also liked to go home and know that there was someone waiting for me. I loved to share my bed with him, have him next to me when I sometimes woke up during the night. And I liked to make love with him.

Sometimes, after having made love, he told me about other parts of his life... He never talked about it during the day. Only after making love, and only at night.

I still had not seen him smile, but now he looked into my eyes and his expression was almost always serene.

Every week I gave him the pay that I decided to give him, and then he took the train and went to give it to his mother. He was gone only for a few hours. When he came back he seemed sadder...

One Sunday I took him with me in San Fernando. I rented two donkeys and we made a trip to the beach. He was wearing only a bathing suit I had bought him, and the necklace of white glass. His body was taking a bit of texture, thanks to good and regular nutrition that he finally had, and he was becoming even more beautiful. His black eye was bleaching; the swelling on his cheek had disappeared and now had only a small patch.

He looked toward the water for a while, then turned in the saddle bringing a leg on the neck of the animal and keeping only the other foot in the stirrup, and looked at me. And he smiled at me.

God, how beautiful was his smile!

"We can go to bathe?" he asked.

"Sure. But first we should tie the reins of the donkeys at that post - I would not want them to go, because then I have to pay for them to their master..."

I got off of my ass and he did the same off his animal. We took the two donkeys next to the pole and we tied them there. Then I took off my jeans and, in bathing suits, we ran to the water and dove. When he emerged, I splashed water on him in great handfuls. He laughed...

"You are beautiful, Guillermo!" I said impulsively.

"Really, Daniel?"

"Have I ever told a lie?"

"No... But you for sure you're beautiful..."

"Thank you. Even if I am more than twice your age?"

"You are a man, I'm just a boy... Yeah you're beautiful, you..."

"Are you happy to be with me?"

He nodded, then asked: "And you?"

"Yes, Guillermo, I am very happy."

"Not yet tired of me?"

"Not at all."

"It's like a dream... and I'm afraid to wake up."

"No... You're already awake, Guillermo. Do not be afraid."

"Olindo was kind to me. But he ended up in jail... and I was alone again..."

"I assure you that nobody will put me in jail..." I said jokingly.

He smiled: "The more time goes by... the more I'm with you, the more I'm afraid of losing you, Daniel." He said again serious and looking into my eyes with intensity.

"Guillermo, I'm not going to lose you."

"Life is hard... every time you start to breathe, she just fucks you."

"Being two, life is less hard." I told him and caressed his side.

Guillermo looked around, then said: "There are people... I can not kiss you... but it's as if I'm kissing you, Daniel..."

"I, too, Guillermo..."

"I like the way you say my name."

"I like how you're looking at me right now."

"Why do not we go back home?"

"Are you tired?"

"No... but at least... no one can look at us, at home, and then..."

"Then?"

"You can kiss me if you feel like it too."

"Just kiss you?" I asked with a mischievous smile.

Again a brief smile lit up his eyes: "Oh no, not just kissing... no... not just kissing." he repeated in a low and warm tone that made me shudder.

We brought back the donkeys, dressed, climbed into my car and went home. Already in the elevator Guillermo pressed against me and kissed me. I felt that he was excited. We entered the house and again he embraced me. With one hand he stroked and touched me gently between my legs to test my erection.

"You want me?" he asked.

"Yes..." I told him and hugged him to me.

"I like the Saturday and Sunday."

"Yes?"

"Because we are together almost all day long when you've not an engagement."

"Should you not spend some time also with some friends? With some boys your age? I could be your father..."

"Maybe I'd be happy if you were my father, Daniel."

"Not me... if you were my son I could not make love to you..."

"There are fathers who do it with their son... I would do it with you, even if you were my father."

"Oh yes, and why do you like doing it with me?"

"Because... because you have made me understand the difference between fucking and making love. And because you're a handsome man. And because you know how to do it right... Take me to bed, please... "

It was he who, taking my hand, led me to the bedroom. He began to open my clothes, then crouched in front of me. As I pushed my pants and bathing suit down to my ankles, he took my cock in his hands and began to lick, suck and kiss it until it was erect, trembling and hard.

He got up, undressed quickly, took a condom from the bedside table and put it on me. Then he leaned against my chest with his back, rubbing his small, firm buttocks against my erection.

"Take me..." he sighed.

"So, standing?" I asked him, hugging him and rubbing his nipples.

"Yes, come on..."

I slipped it inside him. Guillermo turned his head back and we kissed, as I started to move inside him. Then he leaned his hands on the edge of the bed leaning a little forward. I realized he wanted me to take him with more vigor and I did it. With my every thrust he pushed back to get penetrated more deeply.

After a while I moved away from him and made him lie down on the bed so that I could take him from the front. Guillermo looked into my eyes and smiled slightly. Every time I looked at him, and especially while we were making love, I was amazed at how much he seemed beautiful to me.

After a while we were going on to make love, we both came... I lay on him, hugged him, and suddenly I realized something that maybe was spinning inside me for some time but to which I had never paid much attention.

"Guillermo?"

"Yes?"

"I love you... I'm in love with you..."

His eyes widened, looked at me surprised, parted his lips as if to say something, then closed them again. He looked at me intently, and then shook his head.

"Are you sure? You are not kidding me?" he asked in a whisper.

"No, I would never do it. I love you, Guillermo..."

"My god, it can not be..."

"Why? Yes that it can be, it's true..."

He shook his head again, never stopping to look in my eyes. Then he murmured: "I... I... I have nothing to give you..."

"I do not expect that you love me back, Guillermo... but I realized I love you and I had to say it..."

"I do not even know if I'm able to love... to love someone like you... but... as long as you want me here with you... my life is yours... you can make of me anything you want... everything. I have nothing to give you, beside myself... "

"And you think it's not enough, Guillermo?"

"I would like to give you much more..."

"You're giving me happiness, as well as pleasure. You're making my life more beautiful with each passing day. What more could you give me?"

"Oh, Daniel... you deserve someone better than me... you deserve more... I'm just a street kid, I..."

"You do not want to be my boyfriend, Guillermo?"

"Your boyfriend..."

"My lover, my beloved?"

"I'm just a street kid, I... I only have my body to give you, I..."

"And your heart?"

"My heart is already yours..."

"Then tell me..."

"What?" he asked, almost afraid.

"That you love me too."

"I love you?"

"You told me you give me your body, your heart, your life... what else? Do not you think that you are giving me the most precious things you have?"

"My body... I have given it to so many..."

"But now, now you're not willing to give it only to me?"

"Yes... but..."

"But? And your heart, to how many did you give it?"

"To nobody."

"But to me, yes?"

"Yes..."

"So tell me..."

"Daniel... I..."

"Yes?"

"I... if this is love... if you are satisfied with... I..."

"Tell me..."

"I... I love you. I want to be yours alone, as long as you want me."

"Forever?"

"As far as it depends on me... forever, yes."

"You're my boy?"

"Yes."

"And I am your man?"

"Yes..."

"Also I give you my body, Guillermo, and my heart and my life."

"Yes..." he repeated.

"Forever, as far as depends on me." I told him then.

"Forever..." echoed him, lacing his fingers with mine.

"It scares you, this word?"

"What word? Love?"

"No. Forever..." I told him.

"No, I'm not afraid. But..."

"But?"

"You have overwhelmed me, Daniel..."

"Overwhelmed? How overwhelmed?"

"I... for a bit of time I dream... I dream to be yours forever but it seemed impossible. You stopped that night in front of me... I thought you were one of many customers, any one. And you came into my life... and you turned me upside down like a shirt... the straight becomes backhoe and the backhoe straight... and you made me lose my head... Oh, the clothes, the money, good food, good sex... it's nothing. You accepted me, you welcomed me. And you took my heart without my realizing it... and now I have nothing left... and however I'm richer than before and... Oh, Daniel... "

"I love you, Guillermo."

"When those men... when they used me... I felt that I had no future... forever seemed to me an awful word... love an empty word... being fucked you meant I could eat...And I had never heard of Mowgli... "

"But you were already a man cub."

"But I did not know. I was really just a dog... a mongrel dog, not even a breed..."

"But you were a man cub." I insisted.

"When you have made me take off the leash, you began to change my life..."

"You have to throw it away, that leash."

"No. No, it is valuable, instead. I'll keep it forever to remind me that you've made me take it away. To remind me that if one day I will turn you away, if one day I forget that I am yours forever, I'll get back the leash around this neck, and live like a dog because I would not be worthy of being a man. "

"And this you're telling me is not love, then?"

"Yes, and that leash will be for me the proof of the love I owe you."

"You do not owe it to me... love can never be a duty..."

"Yes, it may be, Daniel. Because only if I love you I am a man and not a dog."

"You can love another. One day it might also happen, Guillermo..."

"No. I cannot love another. Not like I have to love you. I love my brothers, but it's different. How could I love another, how could I? If I loved another instead of you, I would not be Guillermo, but would go back to being Fido... "

"Guillermo, be careful not to confuse gratitude with love..."

"No, they are two different things, I know. Of course I'm grateful, how could I not be? But I know that they are two different things. I am grateful that you send me to school, that you have taken me away from the street, and for the other things you give me. Of course I'm grateful. But the gratitude is for something you receive, love is given even if you do not receive anything. Gratitude is like a payment; love is like a gift... No, I do not confound gratitude and love, Daniel... I have never been able or wanted to give anything to anyone, except maybe a bit of money to my family. But I want to give you something... and since I have nothing, I'll give you my body, my heart and my life. "

"You think it is little, my love? You're giving me the most precious thing a man can give to another man. And I'll give you my body and my heart and my life."

"Forever..."

"Forever."

If for Guillermo it was the first time he felt similar feelings in his seventeen years of life, it was so also for me, in my forty-two years. A deep and unselfish feeling of affection, accompanied by a strong sexual attraction... Giving without thinking about what or how much one receives... To love, in a short, wonderful word. I was finally able to love, and that gave me a deep joy.

I looked into Guillermo's eyes, and there now shone a quiet but warm smile, and I knew it was all for me. I began to make love with him again because I felt that it was the most true and complete way to say what words can hardly express.

Later, I took a hammer and two hooks, and hung the red leash of Guillermo in the living room - the most precious object of that house. That leash had bothered me at first, but now, after the words of Guillermo, was worth almost more than two beautiful platinum wedding rings...

There were no apparent changes in our lives: Guillermo continued to go to extra tuition sessions learning how to read and write, made purchases, kept the house in order; I kept working at the bank, the days passed like before, but our lives were completely changed.

"You have overwhelmed me," said Guillermo. Yes, as he had overwhelmed me. That little boy sitting, huddled against a lamppost, with that red leash by the black collar on his neck, that boy too thin and too serious, had entered in my blood, had come into my life that was so overwhelmed, revolutionized, and so beautiful.

Fido - Pablo - Guillermo -- three fundamental stages in our lives. Even if everything had happened in such a short period, they were three periods, three geological eras, three worlds...

I wrote a long message to Giovanni, by e-mail, to tell him all these facts. He responded with an equally long message the day after. He told me he was very happy for me, and, together with his Silvano, he sent us his best wishes. Little by little, I also told my few gay friends in Buenos Aires, only concealing Guillermo's past, saying that I had hired him to do the housework and gradually we fell in love. Aside from my brother, few could understand that I had fallen in love with a homeless boy who survived doing tricks... and doing the "dog".

A year passed and we were increasingly better together. Guillermo growing had become more beautiful than ever; we were more in love than ever. Now it was rare to see him serious, he was always smiling and his smile lit up my heart and my life.

Friends, coming to my house, noticed the red leash on the wall and asked me why I had hung it there.

"Some time ago I found a little dog in the street... I got him home, I was fond of him. His name was Fido. Now that dog is gone... to remember him I put the leash there as it is the only thing I have left of him..." I explained. Everyone accept my simple explanation that, however, was not a lie.

CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 8


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