Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2008 08:50:29 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Neither Angel nor Hustler 11/11 (encounters)

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NEITHER ANGEL NOR HUSTLER
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008
written on August 12, 1992
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by Acam

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"NEITHER ANGEL NOR HUSTLER" 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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Eleventh notebook

Fortunately Zio had made a rule  that before leaving to go to a john's
place we had to leave a note at home with the name and address of the
John we were going to meet and the probable time of return. That rule
already operated when I was hustling with them.

Jimmi expected to be back home (so he wrote on the note) at around two
in the morning. When Mauro woke up in the morning to go to school he saw
that Jimmi's bed was still untouched. A little surprised he went to
check in the "notes box". The top one was Jimmi's. He read it and
started to worry - he was five hours late. He then went and woke Zio up
and explained his worry.

Zio told him to go to school and not to worry about it; "That john
possibly just decided to pay for extra time. Sometimes that happens."

But Zio himself was really worried. He spoke like that to Mauro only so
that he would not miss his lessons. As soon as Mauro had gone he re-read
the note. There was no telephone number. Hoping that Jimmi just forgot
to write it down he checked in the telephone book but there wasn't an
entry.

"Shit a john without a telephone!" he murmured and went to wake up MemŽ
and explained the problem to him and told him he would go to that
address to check at once. When he got to the john's place he rang the
bell by the street door several times. He was about to go when he
recognized Jimmi's bike parked on the other side of the street. So Jimmi
must still be there in the house. Why had nobody answered? They could
have gone somewhere else but this, even though it was possible, didn't
seem likely to him. He rang the doorbell again but this time he had an
inspiration and he did it with a kind of signalling rhythm. I mean, we
didn't have a real signal, but sometimes, when pulling each others legs
we all sang a kind of tune - a rhythmic refrain that was like this -
tataata tata taata. It was a kind of sung Morse signal, dot-dash-dot,
dot-dot, dash-dot. He rang it a couple of times and was ready to do it
again when Jimmi's voice came out of the intercom.

"Who is there?"

"Zio!"

"Praise be! I'll let you in! Come upstairs. Ring again the same way when
you get here."

Zio had noticed that Jimmi's voice was weird but the fact he finally
answered meant that nothing serious had happened to him. He went to the
eighth floor and rang again with the same rhythm and at once Jimmi's
voice came from behind the door.

"Zio, are you alone?"

"Yes, open the door."

"I can't. Nobody else on the landing?"

"Nobody. Why can't you?"

"It's locked with the key. I can't open it. Listen the john here is
dead. He had a stroke around midnight. Struck dead and now cold. I can't
find the key so I can't open the door. There must be another way to get
out. Try to do something. Help me to get out of here..."

"I'll call the police..."

"No, please. I'll explain why not later. Try to think of something."

Jimmi's voice had a hint of hysteria so Zio tried to calm him down,
"Alright. Listen, I need some time but we will think up something. I'll
warn our friends and we will decide what to do. You try to stay quiet.
When I ring again with that signal don't answer, just open the street
door so we can come upstairs and talk to you. Alright?"

"Yes, but do try to be quick, please..."

"I don't know how long I'll be but don't worry is that O K?"

"Alright."

Zio went downstairs to a public telephone in a bar. He called home and
told MemŽ, Gigi and Sparrow to come at once in a taxi.

"I can't tell you on the telephone but it's really urgent."

He then called Giorgio and me at the bar asking if one of us could get
there immediately. We decided I would go. About fifteen minutes after
the telephone call we were all around Zio who explained the problem to
us. The fact was that we could not think what to do. Then Zio had an
idea. He rang the bell to Jimmi and went upstairs alone to talk with
him. He came again downstairs. He then explained us his idea and made
two or three calls.

His idea was quite simple and appropriate - he traced amongst his many
acquaintances a guy who was a burglar! When that guy came about half an
hour later, Zio explained the problem to him and told him we would pay
him if he went upstairs and opened that door.

"If there are valuable items inside I will do the work for free. If
there is nothing I can take then you or one of the boys will give me a
night for free alright? But you have to keep a lookout for me; I don't
want to be caught red handed."

He organized us - while I was on the lookout in the street with MemŽ,
Gigi stayed on the seventh floor landing, Sparrow went to the ninth
floor landing while Zio and Giovanni (that is the burglar) stayed on the
eighth. It took them about thirty minutes and that seemed to all of us
(and certainly to the unfortunate Jimmi too) never-ending. But we
finally saw them come out, one at a time, first Jimmi then Gigi and last
Sparrow.

Sparrow said, "Zio is still upstairs on the lookout for that guy who is
gathering his booty. He says to go back home, but I think we must wait
for him here..."

It took them about one hour before they came out and meanwhile Jimmi
told us in detail what happened.

His john was a man who had to be about forty-five or fifty. Jimmi went
to meet him at the apartment (he used it as a bachelor pad) at around
ten p.m. As usual they chatted for some time - a little more than an
hour and then they undressed and got onto the bed. They lingered on the
preliminaries as that john liked to do and then Jimmi lay on his belly
his arms and legs well spread starting to play the scene of - "no,
please, not there, I'm a virgin, you'll hurt me". The guy lay on top of
him and shoved it in his arse saying as in the script - "shut up, I will
do as I please; I'm the master"... and so on. In short they were playing
a kind of "game" that all of us had to play occasionally. It's a kind of
master-slave game but a fairly gentle one without ropes or whips or
chains.

Well, the guy on top of Jimmi was fucking him in the arse horny and
happy while Jimmi was still saying - "no, no, stop please, you're
hurting me, you're hurting me", when he felt the man's whole body
stiffen as if he was coming and then collapse on him. Jimmi at first
thought the man had really come and so he lay still waiting for the man
to pull out as usual. But the guy lay still and didn't move and his hard
cock was still deeply embedded inside Jimmi.

"Did you enjoy that?" Jimmi asked him.

No answer.

"Hey, Livio you're still hard... What's up? Do you want an encore?"
Jimmi asked trying to interpret that situation.

Silence.

In short, Jimmi realised that something was wrong and tried to slip away
from under the weight of that guy. He managed to get out with some
difficulty and saw that the guy was lifeless. He told us that the man
had his eyes wide open and his mouth also as if he was shouting. And his
cock was still hard! He felt his pulse, his heart beat - no sign of
life. The guy wasn't breathing.

Jimmi then hurriedly dressed and tried to get out but the door was
locked and the key was not in the keyhole. He went back to the bedroom
and covered the corpse and his incongruous erection with a sheet then
searched for the key in the john's trouser pockets then in his jacket
and in all his clothes and everywhere. There was no trace of the key.
Jimmi was already shocked by the man's death and felt he was ready to
panic. He went to the lounge and had a drink. Then he checked whether he
could get out through a window or via a balcony. But the apartment is on
the eighth floor and he couldn't see any possible holds to climb down
from there.

He couldn't risk attracting other people's attention or be seen by
strangers as that john is a quite well known man with a wife and
children and Jimmi was trying to avoid a scandal and getting involved in
it. He told himself he must calm down and look for the key more
thoroughly. He combed the whole of the bachelor pad very carefully he
even moved the corpse to search the bed. Nothing! The key seemed to have
mysteriously disappeared.

Meanwhile hours had passed it was already morning - bright day light.
More or less when Mauro went to wake up Zio Jimmi decided he had to
dress the corpse again and then to call for help. But dressing a rigid
body of a man of about eighty kilos _ moreover one with a twenty
centimetres long cock still hard at ninety degrees _ was a long and
difficult task.

When Zio rang the bell the first time Jimmi was still trying to put the
shirt on the corpse after he had just managed to get his socks briefs
and vest on. He didn't answer and didn't know whether to hope that
whoever rang the bell had the key or not and went on fumbling with the
shirt. When he recognized the rhythm of the ringing and realised it must
be one of us he had managed to get the shirtsleeves on. He stopped and
went to answer the intercom. Then while Zio went to call us to organize
something he went back to dressing the dead man. When at last Giovanni
managed to open the door Jimmi had got the trousers on and was just
about hysterical but he was finally safe!

Poor Jimmi! It took him some days to recover from the shock and for a
while he had nightmares. In the newspapers we saw an article that said
that the guy died of an infarct in his "secondary home" because of the
breaking in of a burglar who had rifled his apartment. No allusions to
the fact he was gay and no mention of Jimmi's stay there. We never found
out where the key was.

End of the thriller.

Sparrow offered to go and pay Giovanni "in kind" and came back deeply
disappointed.

"He seemed to be such a hunk but he was a sexual disaster. When I got to
his place he said - "come here so that we can have a good screw". I was
already imagining him as a kind of Robin Hood, with the difference that
he stole from the dead to free the alive. I expected something
adventurous and was really turned on. He lowered my trousers and his own
trousers as he stood there and beat his meat quickly to make it hard. It
was a little thing of no more than fifteen centimetres at most. Then he
made me turn round, put some spit on it, shoved it inside me and gave at
most a dozen strokes before he came. Ha, a really good orgasm! Giovanni
said while tidying his trousers... That's all. A real disappointment."

We all laughed.

++++++++++++++++++++++

Mauro got his final certificate with 54 marks out of 60. We threw a nice
party for him. Zio got him a job in a tourist agency. Mauro still meets
a few johns once in a while when he feels like it.

++++++++++++++

Sparrow left us. He met an American who took him to Los Angeles. They
aren't lovers. It's just that the guy works in the milieu of gay
magazines and told Sparrow that he would get him a job as a porno-model
and that he could also hustle there and Sparrow liked the thought. He
already sent us some copies of the first magazines that published his
pictures and wrote to tell us that between the pictures, the videos and
the johns he is really earning good money.

+++++++++++++++

Gigi and Jimmi started a relationship. They say they are not lovers but
anyway Jimmy moved into Gigi's room leaving Mauro alone; They joined
their beds together and fuck almost every day and are always glued to
each other like two little doves. But they insist on saying they are
just friends and not lovers...

+++++++++++++

At last Giorgio and I found a bar to manage. Business is going fairly
well even though the bar isn't very large; it is in a very central
position downtown. We didn't made it an exclusively gay bar though a
good part of our patrons is gay. As soon as we have paid our debts and
saved some money we will refurnish it and give it a more elegant and
intimate ambience.

During the evenings with Giorgio we spend moments of the sweetest
intimacy in bed. Not only when we screw (he is still my stallion and I
am his colt) but also when we just talk quietly simply stroking and
kissing each other and hugging tight. To me it's wonderful even just to
touch Giorgio's body and to feel his skin as smooth as silk under my
fingertips and when he shudders with pleasure at my touch.

Of course I like it great deal when Giorgio wakes up during the night
filled with desire for me and soon I wake up too as my beloved man sucks
me sweetly or else pushes his powerful stake into my little arse very
gently and then starts to fuck me vigorously. It's a delightful way to
wake up!

On the other hand he likes it a lot if, when we are alone in the bar's
back room and we have no patrons I finger it through his trousers and
when it's nicely hard I lower my trousers and offer him my little arse
for a quickie. Or as happened one day while there were a couple of
patrons sitting at a table when I crouched behind the counter knowing
that I couldn't be seen and opened his fly and gave him head there and
he came just as a new patron came into our bar...

But to both of us the ideal is when we make love in bed quite naked,
completely peaceful and taking all the time we like. We both love the
long preliminaries. We both like to take each other to the edge of an
orgasm and then stop and to carry on a little later. We always make love
with the light switched on as we like to look at each other. Giorgio has
the sexiest body I have ever seen.

++++++++++++++++

Once I had a fever and stayed at home. Jimmi went to help Giorgio at the
bar and Gigi came to keep me company. At lunchtime Gigi fixed something
to eat for both of us, I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to eat
with him and then went back to bed at once and he sat on the edge near
me to chat. During the conversation our talk turned to memories of the
first time he and I had sex on our way to Amsterdam.

We were in a kind of competition to recall the details of his sexual
initiation and what we did. Certainly neither of us had any plan in
saying these things. But then Gigi hugged me - it was just a friendly
innocent gesture that I returned. But gradually, imperceptibly, it
changed into an embrace filled with sensuality and with eroticism and we
both became aroused. We started to stroke and to kiss each other in a
more and more intimate way until we found ourselves naked on the bed and
filled with mutual desire. Neither one of us really thought about it; we
just followed our instincts as we had woken them up.

Gigi bent down to lick and kiss my ear and then my throat and then
slowly traced his way to my nipples that at once hardened in
anticipation and when he lingered on them I was swept by intense
emotions. I was stroking him wherever my hands could reach him meanwhile
and roaming over his body; he was shuddering with pleasure. He went
further down towards my belly licking and sucking, nibbling and kissing
and lingered on my navel. The he reached my cock (already hard) and he
worked it for a long time. It made me lose my head completely and then
he took all of it in his mouth letting it slip down his throat and
teasing it with his lips and tongue. I wanted his cock in my mouth too
so I had him slowly turn head to toe until his knees were at the sides
of my head and his cock was aiming straight at my face. So we started a
wonderful sixty-nine.

My hands were feeling his sinewy little arse, caressed it and my fingers
sneaked between his buttocks and rimmed his little hole that was already
palpitating and slipped inside it with one then two fingers, teasing and
provoking him. He took his mouth away of my flushed pole and went to
lick my balls then further under gradually opening his way until he was
in position to work my anus with his tongue. He was licking, pushing the
tip of his tongue inside and nibbling my sphincter while his hands were
caring for my genitals. He was driving me mad with pleasure but his
tongue down there was not enough for me any more. I wanted something
harder, bigger and longer.

"Fuck me, Gigi..."

"Later..."

"No, fuck me, please!"

"In a while."

"No, now! I can't resist any more... put it all inside me, please!"

Gigi turned and I spread and raised my legs so offering him my hole
eager for a cock. He knelt between my thighs and put my ankles to rest
on his shoulders. While I was spreading my buttocks with both hands he
aimed with his spear at my burning hole and penetrated me. He wedged
well inside and pushed it to the hilt and finally started to fuck me.
His face and his body seemed transformed by pleasure; they didn't seem
to be those of the boy I knew any more but those of a young man in the
flower of his virility. The consciousness that I was the cause of that
transformation was a really exciting feeling. Also being penetrated can
give you a feeling of power and of domination over the other.

When Gigi felt he was on the edge of his orgasm he stopped keeping it
all well pushed inside.

"I don't want to come yet "he said, "you take me now please."

He stroked my face and bent to kiss me and slowly slipped out of me. I
could feel his cock which was as hard as marble shuddering while he was
slipping it out of me. Keeping me tight against himself, and kissing me
still, he made our bodies roll until I was on top of him. He then spread
his legs, seized my cock and guided it into himself. While I was sinking
inside him I rotated my pelvis so that I could push my meat against the
walls of his welcoming hot tunnel.

"Oh, Niki, "he moaned a prey to pleasure, "yes, like that. Make me feel
all of it. Oh how good. Yeeees... go on..."

My balls were finally pressed against his warm buttocks.

"Bang me hard!" Gigi beseeched me.

I then started to ride him with vigorous strokes holding him by his
shoulders.

"How good, Niki, how good..." he was panting enjoying my assaults.

We went on making love like that alternating our penetration of each
other and forgetting the time and the rest of the world, until the
pleasure was so intense that none of us was able to control himself any
more and we climaxed in an overwhelming orgasm. Tightly embraced and
panting heavily, we lay down on the muddled bed slowly coming back to
reality.

And for the first time I thought of Giorgio. And at once I felt confused
and full of shame. I cheated on him there on our bed and with a dear
friend.

Gigi saw a shadow over my face and guessed that something was upsetting
me.

"Nikki, what's the matter?" he asked.

I simply answered, "Giorgio... he didn't deserve that..."

I felt him stiffen and then he said, "It's my fault, Niki... I shouldn't
have... I'm sorry."

"Your fault as much as mine or rather more mine than yours."

"Are you going to tell him?"

"I must. Between him and me we never have any secrets."

Gigi still hugged me. He stroked my back and said, "I will tell him and
ask him for forgiveness. I will tell him it is not your fault and that I
started all this. Moreover you aren't really responsible as you are ill
and weak..."

"No, I was fully conscious of of my desire and yours. I didn't think of
him but only of myself at that moment. That was what was wrong ..."

"Niki, I'm really sorry. I didn't think of Stallion either or else... I
just thought of the two of us and of my desire for you. You see you were
my first man and... and my first time with you was so beautiful... and
this time it was even more beautiful for me..."

"Yes, it was really beautiful. But it would have been far better if we
hadn't done it."

+++++++++++++

When Giorgio came back from the bar Gigi wanted to be there even though
I decided it should be me to confess to my man what I had done.

"Giorgio, sit here on the bed... I must tell you something now."

"Hey, what a face my love! What happened? Some problem?"

"I'm afraid... I fear so."

Giorgio seeing my serious expression became serious in turn. He sat on
the bed with his legs crossed and took my hand in his hands and looked
straight into my eyes.

With a gentle expression he asked, "Well?"

I told him about all that happened between Gigi and me, not without
difficulty and I felt terribly ashamed but I didn't make excuses or look
for extenuating circumstances. I just told him the whole truth. Giorgio
listened without interrupting me still keeping my hand between his own
hands and still looking in my eyes with the same gentle expression. When
I finished telling him I lowered my eyes and turned my head away. He put
a hand under my chin and turned my face back towards him.

"Nicola, may I ask you some questions?"

"Of course..."

"Did you enjoy making love with Gigi?"

"Yes, very much, but..."

"Shush... Now it's my turn to talk, isn't it?" he said with unchanged
gentleness. He went on, "You desired it?"

"No, I never ever thought of it beforehand. But when I had started it...
well... I just wanted to go on..."

Gigi chipped in, "It was me that started it Stallion, not him..."

Giorgio went on as if he hadn't heard him, "Are you in love with Gigi?"

"Oh no! I'm in love with you... even though you may now have reasons to
doubt it. I really love you and you alone honestly..."

"And I believe you, Nicola, and that is the only thing I care about. I
love you too and you know it. You two made love and enjoyed it. Two
handsome and healthy boys felt attracted to each other. I don't see
anything odd in that or anything bad. If you were in love with him then
of course I would feel worried because I would be afraid to lose you.
But I believe that faithfulness is not a physical matter. Fidelity is an
inner value. And you... you are faithful to me or else you wouldn't have
told me about what happened and you wouldn't feel so bad and it wouldn't
have cost you so much to tell me - isn't that right?"

"But it should not have happened. I should not have hurt you. I should
not cheat on you. I ought not to..."

"But after all you didn't really cheat on me. You didn't do it because
you didn't care about me."

"But I didn't think of you at the moment... only afterwards when I
became aware that..."

"In the heat of the moment as you say; I think it's quite understandable
that you didn't think of me but just of you two and of your desire,
isn't that right? Gigi is handsome and he is a dear friend... and you
were his first man weren't you? In your shoes I too could almost
certainly have fallen into the same situation. Don't worry my love. You
haven't hurt me. You didn't do me wrong. For me it's enough to be sure
you love me and to know that I am still the first one in your heart and
that I am still your only boyfriend. Come on my love! Smile at me. Let
me see that everything is over..." he said caressing and smiling me.

I gave a hint of a smile as I was still full of shame. He bent over me
and hugged me very tight and kissed me gently. He then straightened up
and turned towards Gigi who was crestfallen there in silence.

"Gigi, tell me honestly: are you in love with Nicola?"

"No, really not. I like him a lot and he is my closest and dearest
friend. I didn't have... I mean... I didn't it on purpose... that is...
I never thought beforehand that I wanted to do it with him believe me. I
hugged him but not intending to make love to him. It was just
friendship, an affectionate gesture at first. Believe me, Stallion...
but then it changed to desire and... and I didn't understand anything
else and I didn't think of anything else - only myself and my desire for
Niki... and..."

Gigi stopped talking, confused and ashamed. Giorgio stretched out a hand
and seized his arm and pulled him to sit on the edge of our.

"Gigi, nothing happened. Nothing bad, nothing irreparable I mean. Don't
show me that face. Good lord; nobody is dead, right?"

"I didn't want to come between you two, I swear..."

"I know - and you didn't. Gigi. I still like you as much as before. You
were and you still are a really dear friend believe me. And I hope you
will go on feeling that you are Nicola's and my friend, exactly as
before."

Gigi was almost trembling, "Stallion, I swear it will happen never
again!" he said on the brink of tears.

Giorgio put an arm around his shoulders and tenderly squeezed him
against himself, "Even if it did happen again. As long as Nicola loves
me it's not so important believe me. And now let's stop talking about it
_ for ever. Alright? Come on I don't want to see these glum faces any
more."

++++++++++++++++++

When we were alone Giorgio lay down next to me and hugged me tightly
making me feel all his warmth, desire and love.

"My love... you really forgave me?" I asked him in a whisper.

"No, there is nothing to forgive you have to realise that!"

"Oh, Giorgio I want to be only yours."

"You are only mine."

"But I have just had sex with someone else... right here on our bed...
and I enjoyed it too."

"Well, it's fortunate that you enjoyed it. Or else you would be an idiot
to have done it wouldn't you? But you and Gigi just swapped some moments
of pleasure. To me you gave yourself completely and your whole life,
isn't that right?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Are you mine?"

"Yes, yes only yours; all yours!"

"And I'm only yours. That is all that is important, Nicola my love. So
now be quiet. I'm going to take a shower and then I'll fix something for
our dinner."

"No, please... stay here..." I said caressing him between his legs to
show him my desire, "I need you, Giorgio."

"I'm here my love."

"Make me feel that I'm all yours."

"Yes, but only if it is a bargain."

"What do you want!"

"You to make me feel that I belong to you too."

We united and made love with undiminished passion and the accident with
Gigi was expunged. Giorgio is my man and none of the others counts. We
made love almost as if it was our first time. When Giorgio took me -
after having awakened all my senses with skilled preliminaries and
having awakened all my lust with his sensuality - when he took me with
his usual wetness mixed with impetuousness he, my stallion, made me feel
that I really and totally belonged to him.

When he welcomed me into himself then his face was radiant and his eyes
were filled with stars and his lips were slightly parted in a smile
filled with pleasure. When he gave himself to his colt and offered all
of himself without any restraint I felt he belonged to me down to his
smallest fibre. Our first orgasm didn't appease our mutual thirst so we
went on making love and savouring each other; we felt intoxicated by
each other and experienced more than ever how much nowadays he and I
really are a single being.

Sex is really a wonderful thing - it allows us to express things that no
words and no speech can express.

Gigi is a dear friend, but Giorgio is my man - in my heart and in my
life they are poles apart. Gigi makes love very well but Giorgio IS
love.

Occasionally somebody did awaken my desire again but nothing happened
any more because I now know that all of me belongs to Giorgio alone.

++++++++++++++++

Our bar is doing well and we think we can buy it. Jimmi now works in it
with us and he likes that. We hired him properly and are able to give
him a good salary. Amongst our patrons there are also several of our old
johns from the times we used to hustle. Our bar is also listed in the
Spartacus guide as a "mixed ambience, young patrons, discreet cruising
possible, friendly owners and staff" and this got us also several good
international patrons.

Zio and MemŽ rented a shop in the same street as our bar and only one
block away and they opened an international bookshop with a good gay
section in the basement. They are doing good business too. Gigi works as
an assistant in their shop.

At present the only ones of us who are still hustling are Sparrow in the
States, and Mauro who is also still working in the travel agency.
Sparrow has appeared in about ten hard porn movies already and in the
most recent ones he was the leading actor. His pictures are regularly
published in several gay magazines. Amongst his johns he has the cream
of Los Angeles and Hollywood. He wrote to tell us he is really happy
about how well everything is going and he is saving good money.

"When I have enough money and can't carry on as a hustler because of my
age, I will come back to Italy and if you want me I will come back to
your apartment. I may think about opening some kind of shop in the same
street as you. Why not! You are my family and all the dearest people I
have in the world. I'm happy here but I miss you all very much." he
wrote.

He doesn't have a real lover but he told us he took home a nineteen year
old Chicano he had hired to do the chores in his house and who had a
crush on him. So they now sleep and fuck together and the boy goes on
caring for the house just as before (or rather even better than before
Sparrow wrote).

++++++++++++++++++++

Giorgio one afternoon after we had made love in the woods up the hills
(he brought a small tent, the little rascal, just so as to be able to do
it without any danger that we might be seen) told me he wanted to marry
me.

"It's not possible here in Italy! Unfortunately we aren't in Denmark." I
said.

"Wouldn't you like it if we could marry?"

"Do you need to ask me? I would like it of course even though it would
change nothing because I already feel that I am totally yours. Anyway it
would be fine I agree."

"So, then let's get married!" my stallion concluded kissing me and so
setting our desire afire once again.

We carefully organized everything and invited our friends who all did
their best to attend our little ceremony to make it more beautiful and
meaningful. Even Gilmar and Jean Luc came from Switzerland. Hansel and
Zak with Jan and Pieter from Holland and even Sparrow from America!

We performed our ceremony at home. Giorgio and I read the formula we had
chosen.

"I, Nicola, in full possession of my faculties, in front of you all that
I call as my witnesses, hereby declare I love Giorgio and I want to live
my whole life with him in bad and in good fortune, to love, honour and
respect him and support him with my whole self and that I want to belong
to him solely and completely. I put this ring on your finger, Giorgio,
as a proof, witness and symbol of my love."

After we exchanged rings (and after a long kiss) we signed the marriage
deed where the vows had been written and then all our friends signed as
witnesses. Giorgio and I were moved but we were not the only ones. Zak
shot the pictures.

Then we all went to eat at an elegant restaurant up in the hills
together. The owner, a gay man and former john of Zio's, reserved a
private room just for us. There the friends gave us their "wedding
presents". Then Giorgio and I left for our short honeymoon. Giorgio
didn't tell me where he was taking me as he said it was his personal
wedding present. We took our white Lancia Y10, and he drove for
kilometres and kilometres and kilometres...

A little before the end of that journey I realised that we were going to
Venice.

Giorgio had succeeded in booking the same suite we had had on our
"Venetian night". As soon as the bellhop left us, Giorgio took me in his
arms and led me to the bed under the canopy and while he was undressing
me I undressed him.

He whispered, "I should have realised here, on this bed, that you are
mine and I am yours forever. You always said that that night was a
particularly wonderful night. Today I want to make you forget that night
- I want to give you not only my body as I did on that night and not
only for one night but all of myself and forever. I want you feel that
you are all and everything to me. That you are Love..."

He stopped talking with his lips and started talking to me with all of
himself.

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I can't say that sometimes there haven't been disagreements with Giorgio
or some long faces due to a momentary tiredness or the bad mood of a
moment but we have never really quarrelled and neither of us has ever
doubted the other's love for a single moment. Giorgio has his flaws and
his limits but I love those too. And he accepts and loves mine.

+++++++++++++

Well, that is my story up to date and today it is the tenth anniversary
of our first meeting on a mild night in spring. That was the first time
he came to hustle (although he was two years older than me) and who
knows by what design of destiny he came to choose to do it right in the
very same street where I had already been hustling for five months. I
liked him at once and gradually explained all the tricks of the trade to
him. I had no idea then that one day I would become his boyfriend or
rather, his spouse.

THE END

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THE END

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In my home page I've put some more of my stories. If someone wants to
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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
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