Date: Tue, 11 Mar 2008 09:20:11 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Life Wheel 09/15 (High schhol)

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THE LIFE WHEEL
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008
written on October 1, 1991
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by The Australian

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE LIFE WHEEL" 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 9 - Luca 1 and Matteo 7

Luca

December 20th, 1987. Yesterday.

This is a date that I should especially note. In fact yesterday
something happened that was weird but wonderful.

Roberto and I had sex or, as he says, he screwed me. Before doing it
with him, I had already done it with my cousin Gianni, with my friend
Rino and with Sandro as well.

When I was at the village with Gianni we had to sleep together. During
the night he started to feel me and I asked him what he was doing and he
just shushed me and went on until I got a hard-on and it wasn't bad at
all. So he started to wank me and how I enjoyed it!  After that first
night, he often wanked me and I wanked him until we came.

When I had to sleep in the same room with Rino during an 'away' match
for the "Juniors Championship", I tried it with him. At once he became
game to wank with me, as he was already used to doing it. He explained
to me that it is called 'wanking', and that when you come it is called
cum or seed or sperm. At times we did it standing to see who could
spurting farther, or in front of a mirror so that it seemed almost as if
there were four of us. Rino's tool was smaller than mine, but it spurted
more than mine. He was very skilled so I really enjoyed him wanking me
while I was wanking him.

Then there was Sandro. We were in the same tent at the scout camp, and
during the night I tried to feel him. We both had our sleeping bag open,
as it was really hot weather. I just slipped my hand to feel him when I
thought he was asleep. At first it seemed he didn't like to be touched
and pushed away my hand. When I felt he had gone back to asleep, I tried
it again and when he woke I already had pulled his tool out from his
briefs and it was already hard. So this second time he not only didn't
push away my hand, but soon took mine and we wanked each other.

We went on wanking all the time and when it was not me that started it,
it was him. We didn't skip so much as one night doing it. I liked doing
it a lot, but didn't know that it was possible to do even better things.
He too didn't know either, but while we did it we kept silent,
frightened of being overheard or caught.

Yesterday, when Uncle and Aunt came to spend Christmas holidays with us,
my folks decided that Roberto had to share my bed, I at once thought I
could try it with him that night and I really was glad and excited.
Roberto is already sixteen and is a hunk. When we hit the bed, it was
already late in the night. We rapidly undressed, slipped under the
covers and I switched off the light and he said goodnight.

When I heard Roberto breathing as if he was asleep, I pretended to turn
over in the bed as if I too was sleeping, imitating the breath of a guy
asleep, and my hand touched Roberto as if by chance. He didn't move. I
pretended to be just moving about in my sleep and 'accidentally' put my
hand on his soft belly. I liked just touching him so much so, that I got
a hard on. As he didn't move, or push me away, I moved my hand lower,
forcing the waist band away until I get to touch his cock. It was
already hard like mine, though bigger and with a full bush of pubic
hair. I was so excited that I was trembling uncontrollably.

I don't know why but touching another's cock always gave me a better
feeling than touching myself and his tool was big, hard. It pointed
upwards almost parallel to his tummy, hot and pulsating. Roberto was
still motionless. I caressed his hot, big cock for a while then I lost
all sense of caution and tried to lower his briefs. Roberto raised his
arse to help me I didn't even occur to me that he was awake. I stripped
my briefs then started to finger his cock again. His hand   took hold of
my dick and we started to wank each other.

Then Roberto turned towards me, came on top of me and kissed me on the
mouth. It was a first for me and initially it seemed something weird and
somewhat annoying, but then it started to become enjoyable. Just when my
body was shuddering with pleasure, he made me turn on my other side,
spooned behind me and embraced me, fondling every inch of my body. To me
it was something new, un-experienced. This was no more the usual
wanking, but I was enjoying it regardless. Roberto started to whisper at
my ear "I like you, I like you, I like you" and I felt his hard cock
pushing against my buttocks. It was good feeling it. So hard, hot,
palpitating and brushing against me.

He withdrew a little, and I turned a little to find out why he has
parted from me. From the faint light from outside, I saw him take some
of his spit into his hand and spread it on his cock (how beautiful it
was! I never saw it before!), then he made me lay back on my side. His
cock was pointing between my buttocks. I soon felt it open me and slip
inside smooth and easy like slipping a hand in your pocket.

I very quickly felt a great warmth inside my arse. His warmth became
stronger and more agreeable as he started to fuck me. At first he was
fucking me slowly and deeply, then faster and even more deeply.
Meanwhile, he was moaning in my ear and squeezing me in his arms and
caressing me all over, and also wanking me. I felt such great pleasure.
So strong. I had never felt it before.  Then stronger, stronger until we
reached orgasm. The feeling was sublime. Nothing like the wanking I had
done up to then. I think we moaned so aloud that I really can't
understand how we were not overheard by the others in the house.

Then Roberto asked me if I had a handkerchief to clean up all the mess
we had made. We put on our briefs again, and he immediately asked me if
I enjoyed how he fucked me. I told him I did. He asked me if I had
already done it with anyone else and I told him I had never did before.
He then told me it was great, and that he had taken my cherry, and that
now I was a man. "You have a delightful little arse, still so tight.
Would you let me take it tomorrow night too?"  Fucking hell, for sure
I'll let you fuck me again, I said.

This morning he woke me up and told me to look how hard his cock was. It
was as hard as a rock. I looked at it in the daylight, and though it was
really beautiful, not thicker than mine as I had thought, but longer.
When his cock was hard, it didn't stick straight out like mine, but
pointed upwards and he has more hair than me, thick and curled.  He said
that now that I was a man, and no longer a virgin, he'd teach me to make
love in other ways. "What other ways?", I asked him.

"Take it in your mouth and suck it"

"No, it makes me sick. Dicks are for pissing!"

He just laughed and said it's just bullshit. "If I suck yours now, will
you suck mine afterwards"?

Scarcely had I said yes, than he took it in his mouth and started to
make it hard. I could feel his hot mouth, his tongue licking it inside
his mouth. I really enjoyed the feeling an awful lot. He had to push his
hand over my mouth to keep me quiet.

Then it was my turn to do it to him. At first it felt weird but, I
realized that having his hard dick slipping in and out of my mouth was
not bad at all. He told me to put plenty of saliva on it so I can fuck
your nice little ass again. I didn't even stop to think if the door was
locked or consider that we were in daylight, I just let him do as he did
the previous night.

He positioned himself behind me letting me feel his strong arms about
me, his strong body, his strong cock that was now slipping inside me,
and he fucked me until we both came. I put a handkerchief over my cock
and came in it. We went to the bathroom to clean ourselves up and
dressed.

Today, for a moment when we were alone, he told me that he has had sex
with one of his tennis mates often, and with other boys and even people
older than him, and with a man of twenty-seven. Then he told me that
here in my city, like in Milan where he lives, there are places where
one can go to find somebody to have sex with. Most of the men could be
found in some of the parks.

I asked him if he had ever had sex with girls. I'm not that much of a
fool, he said, as girls often become pregnant and you have to marry her,
what's more I like sex with boys as it is much better. Tonight I will
teach you another way to do it, and you will like it even more. I asked
him to explain me what the other way was, but he just told me to wait
and see.

I'm really glad Roberto came to visit us with his family and that were
made to sleep together. I have always been more curious about boys than
girls and I think Roberto is right, even though my mates talk only about
screwing girls. When I go to the movies, I always prefer the leading man
more than the lead woman. More importantly, doing it with Roberto it is
far more fun than doing it with my other mates.

Who knows if when Roberto will go back to Milan, I might find somebody
else. Before he goes, I'll have to ask him to explain that trick of how
to detect who will be game to do it with me. He seems to know what's
what.

I'm really longing for tonight, but I have to remember to close and lock
the door, as I couldn't risk somebody coming in while we are at an
untimely moment.

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Matteo

It is so good living together. It is so good just looking at Marco.
Waking up in the night and looking at him at my pleasure, deep asleep.
Caressing him with my eyes. Or being awakened with a kiss, with a smile
and a steaming coffee.

It's good having to lose one's old habits and take new ones. It is good
when he appears in front of me all naked after a shower. I like it when
I can gently pull him to me feeling his erection grow, making mine grow
too or to make love wherever we may be. It is good seeing him gliding in
next me while I am taking my shower then making love while the water
streams over us.

It is good coming home and being welcomed by his sweet and warm smile.
Preparing my lessons at his side while he is studying and catch desire
in his eyes. Going behind him while he is washing the dishes and embrace
him preventing him continuing, then kissing and feeling him until he
surrenders too my desire.

It is good lay down, sated, without having to check the clock, talking
with him about anything I have on mind, knowing he can understand
whatever you say, whatever you think, whatever you feel.

It is good, while I am teaching, to think of him and feeling a powerful
erections awakening between my legs, and throwing a glance down there to
be sure that my students can't notice it.

Yes, it is good being in love and being loved.

When we came back from our vacation last year, he talked with me and
said how wonderful it had been living together all that time, and that
he would have liked being able to live with me forever, but he didn't
want to become a financial burden to me, and he asked me what I advised.

I told him that I also wanted to have him with me all the time, and that
I could understand his problem, but that there was possibly a solution.
I told him about the possibility of applying for a students' pre-salary.
He brightened and asked how he didn't think of it. I told him what I
thought could be a greater problem, how could he tell his parents? How
could he justify leaving his home and coming to live with me?"

Marco shook his head and said he didn't have to justify himself with his
parents, he had no need to justify our love. He would tell them the real
reason why he wanted to come to live with me. If his parents understand
and accepted the fact, even though he doubted they would, of course he
would be happy. If they refused to understand, nothing would change in
his decision. We reasoned and discussed it, but Marco at the point had
made his decision.

After Arne and Kaj left, he went back to his home. He told me he would
call me. I was waiting near the telephone, feeling nervous, impatient,
worried, trying to guess what was happening at Marco's home. About four
hours passed. It was night when at last Marco called. He asked me if I
could come and pick him up along with his belongings. I asked him how it
has gone, but he just told me he would tell me later.

He was waiting for me on the street, near two suitcases and some
cardboard boxes. I helped him to load all his belongings in my car and
went back home. On the road I again asked him how it had gone. He again
answered he would tell me later, at home. Out of the corner my eye I
tried to work out his expression. He had a kind of a half smile on his
lips, that didn't convince me at all. As we got back, we took all his
luggage upstairs.

I then asked him, "So, then?"

"Can you embrace me?"

"Sure, come here..."

"Dad said he had guessed it. Mum started to cry. I explained to them
that there was no reason to cry because I love you and I have the luck
to be loved by you. Loving is something good. They were listening to me
without interrupting, without objecting. They just listened. At the end,
I told them I loved them, both of them, but I had to follow my way. Dad
said that they both loved me. "This remains forever your home. Whatever
happens we are here, we are your parents". I asked him "What could
happen?"

"I don't know, I have no instruction or almost, I am an old man, but if
you were leaving to go and live with a girl I would have understood, but
it's not the case. I think that one day you may regret what you are
doing."

"The risk is no greater or lesser than if I went with a girl or married.
Matteo is an exceptional person, I don't believe I could ever regret
living with him".

Dad said, "Yes, I used to esteem your teacher. I used to think he was a
smart man and you were lucky having his as a teacher.".

I asked, "Why, don't you now esteem any more? I'm no longer lucky to
have had him as a teacher?"

Dad answered, " I don't know, I feel confused. Yes, he probably remains
a good teacher... But the thought that you and he... well... I feel that
it is wrong".

Then I told him, "But you earlier told me you had guessed it, you
already imagined about us. Why have you never said anything about it?"

"Because if you weren't telling us, I thought you didn't want to tell
us. You are now grown up, you are of age. When we discovered that you...
well, how you are, you were just a kid and yet you didn't listen to us,
what we thought didn't interest you. How can what we think be of
interest to you now"?

"Please, listen carefully to me, Dad and Mum. When I was I kid I dug in
my heels because I wanted to be understood and not just have a one way
discussion, but you have not been able to understand me. I know you
loved me and still love me, but you had and have your ideas and don't
want to understand mine. A few minutes ago I tried to explain to you, to
make you understand that Matteo is my happiness, my aim in life, not
just a fuck... but you seem not to want or not to be able to understand.
I just hope you an understand that I love you, and that neither I nor
Matteo are monsters".

" It's sad that parents and sons are not able to understand each other.
It's not your fault, nor even our fault. No, you are not a monster, and
nor your teacher. We are just too different, we can't help it".

We had said all there was to say. There was no point in discussing it
further.  I went to pack my things and called you. Before leaving, Dad
wanted to give me some money but I didn't accept it. I could have been
wrong, I may possibly have upset him, but I really didn't feel like
taking that money. This is all, Matteo. Yes, this is all."

"The main thing is that you still love each other. Don't you think
that's still the case?"

"In some ways, it feels like taking the consolation prize. I feel sorry
for Dad and Mum, I really do. But it was time I took this step, for you,
for me. I know I gave them grief by doing it, just as they gave me a
grief. We wounded each other, but at least I have you, I'm lucky. I'm
feeling sad, Matteo, but it will pass. I would surely do it again, I
would do it a thousand times, if I needed to."

We remained embraced for a long time, in silence. I was gently rocking
him in my arms and caressed his hair, knowing well that in that moment I
could give nothing but my love.

The day after we settled all his belongings. He gradually regained his
serenity, and the fact that he resumed attending his university lessons
helped him settle. He moved his permanent address here, applied for the
pre-salary and got it. While he was progressing in his studies, he
started to smile again. When I attended the university, I got good marks
at the exams, but he has an average of exactly 30/30, without counting
all the honours. Marco is the most exceptional boy I ever met, and I am
not saying so only because I am in love with him. All our friends say
so. Also Arne, after he met him, told me so in private.

"You'd risk letting him go ! A boy like Marco? You would have really
regretted that!. Kaj has been impressed by him as well, and Kaj is used
to judging men because of his job. Your Marco, besides being physically
beautiful, is really beautiful on the inside too. Anyway Kaj liked you
too, honestly. You really are a beautiful couple."

For the ten days they spent here, we got on really well with Arne and
Kaj. I saw Kaj with only his briefs on when he was going to the bathroom
to wash himself. He has a really remarkable body, it's evident he does
lot of physical training. It's evident he is a soldier, he has a strong
and determined character, used to command, but in bed, Arne told me, he
is incredibly sweet and gentle.

It at first surprised me, but after a while, what I liked in them, was
that they kissed and caressed each other even in front of us. As soon as
they are able to get their apartment, they will marry, as in their
country the law allows two men to marry. They asked us if we would go to
their wedding. We promised them that if we could, we would be more than
happy to do so.

Afterwards Marco told me that he would have liked to be able to marry
me. I told him that it was as if we were already married. He asked me if
I agreed we buy two wedding rings and to exchange them. So we did it,
and invited Gino and Lorenzo, Leo and Tony, and two friends of Gino and
Lorenzo, that is Silvio and Mario, another gay couple that had lived
together for ten years.

Silvio is thirty-two and Mario twenty-nine and they own and run an
electronics laboratory. Silvio is a qualified electronic technician too.
When they were young they both worked as models and at times did some
work for Armani. They first met as models. It seems that Silvio, before
meeting Mario, used to have sex with several of the other models, and
not only them. However, it seems that Mario succeeded in making Silvio
sort himself out.

The friendship between these three couples and us and is deepening more
and more. Lorenzo proposed that next summer we rent a cabin cruiser and
sail along the Thyrrenian coasts. It may be possible to have Arne and
Kaj with us as well, in a cruiser like the one Lorenzo suggested where
there is room for twelve people. The only one problem is to see if we
all can have our vacations in the same time.

At school now, the number of students subscribing to the Arci-gay is
eight boys, but this year none of them is in my section. At least none
who came out. There is one of my students in 2F who I thing is gay, but
I cannot be sure.

The dean accepted my proposal to have the school trip for the second
year classes, so this year there will be two different trips, one for
the third classes, and on for the second classes. The thirds will have
their trip fifteen days after the seconds. On Marco's suggestion, I will
go with both my classes.

My Marco always helps me more and more to prepare my lessons and to
revise the home work and tests of my students, and I help him with his
lectures and help prepare him for his exams. I like doing it, as to me,
it is a widening of my former studies. We do so... when we don't stop to
make love.

The other day while I was revising some compositions, Marco came near me
and pushed against my shoulder letting me feel his erection.

I raised my eyes and he smiled, "This time you are not going to scold
me, Prof?"

"No, this time I'll feel you with my fingers, as I was tempted to do
then."

"Really? You didn't tell me then that you wanted to touch it."

"Nor did I tell you then that I got a hard-on, exactly like now. I think
was that day that I fully realised that I liked you".

"Then... I've been right that day. Such a wonderfully foolhardy day!"

"Yes, really. I didn't even tell you that once I daydreamed of making
love to you in the classroom, in front of all your student friends."

Marco's eyes widened. "No, you didn't tell me! I was looking at you
while you were explaining the lessons to us, and was staring at your
lips and fantasizing about slipping my tool between them. I used to get
incredibly aroused."

"Why don't you fulfil your fantasy, then?"

"Yes, but don't think I will be content with doing just that!"

We started to make love while we were going on telling each other all
our first erotic fantasies, he about me and I about him.

Then he told me, "Do you know that even before I did, Stefano started
having a crush on you too?"

"No, I didn't even suspect it. By the way, it's a long time since we
have had any news about Stefano. I wonder what has happened to him?"

"I don't know. Leo either hasn't heard about him. I think that Leo
looked for him but he possibly moved away. Did you ever dream of having
sex with Stefano or Leo?"

"No, never. You have been the first one and will remain the only one of
my students with whom I dreamed of making love with."

"Then I've been really lucky."

"I too feel like the luckiest man on the Earth. Do you know that?"

"You surpass all my wildest dreams. I'm in a frenzy of desire when
making love with you..."

"The same here, my love."

Yes, my sweet Marco, it is wonderful making love with you. I would never
stop telling you, I would never stop doing it with you. It is now been
two years that we have been together. We make love all the time and yet
I never tire of you. I will never be tired of you.

What an idiot! I did all I could to forget you! Happily I didn't
succeed, you didn't allow me, your love for me didn't allow me to forget
you. Can you just imagine how good is it feeling you enjoy me, having
you in me? Your expression while you are reaching orgasm is one of the
most beautiful gifts you can give me.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 10

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