Date: Sun, 01 Apr 2007 19:16:41 +0200 From: A.K. Subject: Chronicles of a Destiny 6/9 (Young Fiends) ---------------------------- CHRONICLES OF A DESTINY by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2007 written on November 1, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by John ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "CHRONICLES OF A DESTINY" 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. ----------------------------- SIXTH PART 1983 - January "Did you see! Your letter arrived." Damiano said as soon as they were alone, giving him a newspaper clip. Giampaolo read it almost eagerly. Then said, "Thank you." "Do you thank me, who keeps you prisoner?" "Nobody compels you to treat me kindly." "I would like... to do more for you." "Can we have some music?" "Yes." "I would like to get to know you better, Mouse." "You know it's impossible..." "I know. But I'm sorry. I know so little of you... I just know your voice, your eyes, your lips, your teeth, your hands..." "... and my cock!" Damiano added, with a giggle. "Yes, that also, but only by sight." Giampaolo said laughing, "but you on the contrary know all my life, and saw me naked plenty of times..." "... and you're beautiful..." "Mouse... when you wank... do you think of me?" "Yes, sure. And you?" "Of you. I would like seeing you naked too ... but you wash yourself at your home..." They looked at each other in silence. Then Giampaolo, in a low voice, added, "I would like... making love with you..." "I too... but you know it's not possible." "Why?" "You could... try something." "You can handcuff both my wrists to the bed head, and put away the chain, and..." "No, I would feel like I'm raping you, that way." "But it's me who asks you... Don't you desire me? I do..." "Yes, I desire you, Giampaolo, but... You are not a faggot, but I am a male. I like only putting it, not taking it." "One can be a male even if he takes it, anyway... It would be good for me also just taking it..." "No... and then... I would feel weird all naked but with the balaclava on my head." "You can switch off the lamp, so I can't see you." "No, I can't..." "I got a hard-on just to think and talk about it..." "The same here, Giampaolo; the same for me." "Let me at least suck it, Mouse..." "You're tempting me..." "Come on... let's try... I really want it..." Damiano was feeling weaker and weaker. A voice inside him repeated - why not? Why not? So, in the end, he surrendered at the insistence of the other who swiftly knelt between his legs, pulled it out and sucked it with all his art and desire, and when Damiano came, drank all with evident pleasure. Afterwards, still slightly dazed for the intensity of the orgasm he just had, but also satisfied, Damiano sadly asked, "Giampaolo! Why do we have to stay here? Warden and prisoner?" ++++++++++++++++ 1983 - February The fact they had, in some way, started to make love, changed their relationship, apparently in an imperceptible way, but really in depth,. Damiano was feeling more and more strongly the desire to make love "for good" as he said, and also Giampaolo was feeling the same desire. Giampaolo, moreover, was now feeling more sure, stronger and in some ways more... protected. When Giampaolo was thinking about Damiano and the gang who had kidnapped him, was now thinking in terms of him and them, almost opposing them. He didn't know how near reality he was. Also in Damiano, in fact, a similar transformation had occurred - in his subconscious there were them, that is the others of the gang; him, that is Giampaolo, and Damiano was feeling between them, like between devil and the deep blue sea, but in reality was feeling more and more close to Giampaolo than to the gang. The injustice (as he now was defining it inside himself) they were making Giampaolo suffer, was also imposed on him. "If they want your father's money, they should have kidnapped your father, not you!" Damiano one day said firmly to Giampaolo. But the transformation that was happening inside Damiano was even deeper than this. It was involving him on a personal level, much more intimately. He was feeling, in a confused but gradually stronger way, that he could not content himself with enjoying Giampaolo and having Giampaolo enjoy him, but that he had to have him enjoy "in the same way". Like equals. Or rather, possibly due to a subtle feeling of remorse for being his warden, he was feeling almost obliged to do more for Giampaolo's pleasure than vice versa. And yet, he didn't still feel able to do everything... Taking it in his mouth... possibly yes. But in his back, no. It was true that he had not yet penetrated Giampaolo, therefore he was not yet really facing that problem... It was a slow, torn maturity, but of which nothing transpired at the surface. Each time, after Giampaolo had given him pleasure with his mouth, instead of simply being satisfied, as Giampaolo was, Damiano was also feeling more and more guilty. The image of Giampaolo in chains, kneeling to satisfy him, bothered him. Almost as if he was a slave, an animal... no, that was not fair. He was Giampaolo, a beautiful, good, bright boy... who was there in those conditions through no fault of his... Who could have been a friend, but on the contrary... Yes, it was true, Gimpaolo was also enjoying what he was doing with him, he wanted it... but Damiano knew that Giampaolo would have liked if he reciprocated... but on the contrary... What Damiano was not understanding, what he still was not able to bring to the surface, was something simple and yet mysterious, to which he had not yet been able to give a name - it was love. Damiano was slowly falling in love with Giampaolo. But also Giampaolo was not yet conscious that he too was falling in love with Damiano. The conditions in which their meeting had happened and matured were like a lead cloak that didn't allow their sentiments to surface, to reveal themselves. The most that Damiano had been able to think about their gradual physical and psychical moving closer, was "friendship" and all that Giampaolo thought he could say about Damiano, was that he was feeling for him a growing "liking". But the sentimental tension between them was growing, it was like a bow, more and more tense, and was revealed through some little, apparently banal cues. A certain way of looking at each other in the eyes, certain silences, a certain way of brushing against each other almost casually... How they were missing each other on Fridays, the day of Damiano's "rest"... and their way to greet each other when he was back and they were alone... But if somebody told them, either of them, "look, boy, you are in love with him" both would have burst out in gales of laughter and answer "don't talk bullshit!" ------------------ Damiano came back with two glasses full of compressed snow, poured the coffee he had prepared into them, shoved into them two little spoons and gave one glass to Giampaolo. "Here! The coffee water-ice is served." And both ate it with pleasure. "Mouse, of all of the gang, you are the only one that I'm not sorry about getting my father's money." "What? Well, yes, that money will take care of my needs. You know, I already got ten million as an advance. Never seen so much money in all my life." "Did you put it in a bank?" "God forbid! I don't trust them. They would say - how come that this stony broke has so much money all of a sudden? There is something fishy going on here... No, I hid it. When I go to the north, where nobody knows me, there it would be different. But here... Well hidden together with the little sum of money I earned during my army service." "Earned, how?" "Hustling. There was always some man who liked a real male of the south to fuck him in the ass. And so I earned good money." "Did you like hustling?" "Neither yes nor no. It was an outlet and a gain all in one. But I didn't give a shit for them. Well, I whored, one can say it... it is not that I'm proud of it." "Will you hustle again?" "Nooo. I would have money, even too much. No, I would like to have a friend who lives with me and make love with him. A steady one, I mean. That is, one that you don't only fuck with him, but that you are really friendly with, you talk, you do plenty of things together. One you can trust and who can trust you." "A lover?" "Well, you can call him that." And Giampaolo, without reflecting, on instinct, spoke the magic sentence, "I would have liked, if it was possible, to be such a friend for you." Damiano looked straight into his eyes, astounded, moved, and asked, "Do you really mean it?" "I really mean it." "But you don't even know me..." "It's seven months now we've been living together, day and night. I don't know who you are, that's true, but I know you, Mouse." "And... you would live with me?" "If it was possible, yes. I like you. But unhappily it is not possible..." "It is not possible..." Damiano echoed, as if lost in faraway thoughts. Then he said, "One like you... even if it was possible, you could ask better from life than one like me. You are beautiful, educated, wealthy... I... I'm all the opposite." "Are you ugly?" Giampaolo asked, amused. "That, I don't know. I never thought of it. But I don't think so. I was liked, when I hustled. But uneducated and poor, that I am. You and I live in two different worlds." "Not for these seven months..." "Oh... this is not the world. This is just a... rats hole!" he bitterly concluded. "When we will be out of here, all will be like before. Rather, worse than before. At least, before, we could even meet..." "Mouse?" "What?" "If one day I'll be free, when the police and the judges ask me questions, in front of them I will not remember anything about you..." "What do you mean?" "I will describe everything I remember, but will say nothing about you. I will always and only talk of the four wardens who were giving each other the change..." "And why?" "Because... because I hope you can stay free, they cannot find you." "Why?" "Because you are different. Because I'm..." Giampaolo said and became silent. He was about to say - because I love you. But felt ashamed. But Damiano looked in his eyes and understood. And he again felt moved and said with an hesitant voice, "Tell me it... nobody ever told me it, until now... tell me it..." "I'm... I'm fond of you, Mouse." Giampaolo said, serious. And then Damiano made a gesture that astounded both of them, he who was doing it and the other who was looking at him. He slowly took off the balaclava from his head, from his face. "My god, Mouse! What have you done?" Giampaolo asked, almost scared by the enormity of that gesture. "And my name is not Mouse, or Rat, but..." "Shush! Think well about it, Mouse! You are compromising yourself. You are trusting me too much..." "Didn't you tell me that you will not report me?" Damiano asked, quietly. "Sure, and I repeat it." "Then... My name is... Damiano, Minni Damiano." "It's a beautiful name... and you are beautiful... and you are crazy..." "But you are the first in all my life to tell me that you are fond of me." The boy answered and on his beautiful face appeared at once both a smile and a tear. "And just for that, you are putting yourself in my hands?" Giampaolo asked, deeply moved. "Now, if you still want it, I would be ready to make love with you. In your way, and not in mine..." Damiano said quietly, then added, "... but I will not do it, because I cannot get to the point to free you from the manacles and... I don't want to make love with you still in chains..." "Not even if I tell you that you can trust me?" Giampaolo asked, lightly. "I would not even trust myself, in your place." Damiamo answered sweetly. "Therefore don't feel offended." "No, I don't feel offended. But at this point, after, we could also meet, couldn't we?" "Who knows... I'm starting to hope so..." +++++++++++++++++++ 1983 - March Giampaolo's father was saying he could not gather the ransom sum. Then "the accountant" informed the parents he would send them a finger of their son, starting from the next month, and one more finger for each month until they paid. Damiano read this in the newspaper and understood that it was not a joke at all. He was struck with horror. Of course, they would not kill the goose that lays the golden eggs - but they would mutilate it. He passed a terrible day. He was shocked, troubled. Such a thing couldn't happen. He could not allow it to happen. And he reached a conclusion - he had to make Giampaolo flee. But how? Surely not on foot... and he didn't have a car. But he had a pistol. He could steal a car. He could be recognized... but he had also the balaclava... When on Friday evening he had to go back to the cave to relieve to Petruzzo, he tried to hide his emotion. He went into the cave. He greeted Petruzzo and changed places. He closed the gate, then the door, took off his balaclava then the heavy jacket. Giampaolo saw the expression of his face. He asked, "What's up, Mouse?" He continued to call him so even now that he knew his name, but it had now become an affectionate nickname. Damiano told him everything and also that he intended to free him. "Do you mean it, Mouse? Have you thought of the consequences?" "What consequences? If I don't let you escape, they'll cut one of your fingers." "But they would make you pay dearly. You will be in danger." "I too will run away. You have just to reach a carabineers post. I... I will disappear." "Where? Do you have someone who protects you? Who could help you?" "No. But I'm not scared. And anyway, I can't do it any other way." "So then... we have to carefully plan the escape. Mine and yours. How much time do we have?" "A couple of weeks, I think. They talked about next month..." "Good. Let's start to plan. At this point you have to ell me everything. Also where we are." "Well... sure. But don't ask me the names of the gang members. And anyway it is not them who took this decision. There is somebody at their back. One of the Sacra Corona they call the accountant." "Alright, no names of the gang members. But start to explain me..." "Just a moment. At this point..." Damiano said and, drawing near Giampaolo, freed him from the handcuffs. "So! Come to sit at the table." He said. "Mouse... one more thing. You, to save one of my fingers, are possibly risking your life. You are still in time to reconsider..." "No, I've decided." "Has one of my fingers more value than my life?" "The finger, it is sure you will lose it. My life... not necessarily." "You are crazy, my little Mouse!" "No, it's just that I... I'm fond of you." Damiano said almost hastily and blushed. Then, collecting himself, he said, "Let's start to talk about serious matters..." They talked for a long time. Giampaolo was surprised discovering that they were so near his home and the regional capital city. They discussed. Then, at night, they decided to take some rest. Damiano lowered the light. He was about going to his bed, when Giampaolo, already lying on his own, called him. "Mouse? I've no more manacles and chain, now... why don't you come here, with me?" "Do you... want me?" "More and more... come." Damiano drew near Giampaolo's bed. "Turn up the heater, so we can be naked..." he suggested. Damiano smiled and complied. They undressed hurriedly. Then Damiano went on Giampaolo's bed and finally their naked bodies met. They touched, they adhered to each other. Giampaolo tried to kiss him on the mouth. Damiano withdrew his face. He murmured, "I... I'm not used to lot of things. I want to learn, to learn from you, but... I will need some time..." "No hurry..." Giampaolo said and deposed a light kiss on his lips. They explored each other for a long while, raising their excitment to the top. And for that night they came so, just touching each other, because Giampaolo didn't want to force him, and Damiano didn't want to do what he was still not ready to do. "May I stay here with you?" Damiano asked, afterwards. "Sure, but turn down the heater or else it will burn too much air. And take here your blankets also, so we can sleep naked." "Embracing?" "Sure." "It's good..." Damiano murmured when he was back in his friend's bed and in his arms. They slept quietly. Anyway the others would not come back until the following Thursday evening and anyway, only Damiano had the keys to the entrance. On the following morning they dressed. Damiano opened the door to change the air. Then fixed the breakfast and resumed discussing the flight plan. All of a sudden, Giamapolo said, "Mouse, when we make love again, leave the light on - I really want to see your body." Damiano smiled, pleased, but said, jokingly, "Do you only think of that?" "Why, not you?" Giampaolo cunningly retorted. "Yes, I too, it's true." Damiano sweetly answered. At evening they went again to bed, leaving the gas lamp on. On Giampaolo's suggestion, they had undressed each other, This time it was Damiano to search his friend's lips, soliciting a kiss. "You are really beautiful, my little Mouse." Giampaolo whispered, admiring his nudity. "You too..." They caressed fir a long while, kissing from time to time. Then Giampaolo went down to suckle his nipples. Damiano shuddered from head to toe. And he too wanted to do the same to his friend. They again came so, still without uniting, but feeling a great sweetness. "You really know how to make love... I just fucked..." Damiano said, later. "Do you like it?" "Yes, very much. Do you think we really could remain together?" "I really and strongly hope so." "I too, you know?" then after a while, he added, "I would never had thought to get to desire to live with a man. But after... would you still want me?" "You haven't to doubt it." "Even if I am uneducated and poor?" "Would you like resuming your studies?" "Do you think I could manage? I haven't touched a book for so many years ..." "How old are you?" "Last week I turned twenty-one." "You didn't tell me it was your birthday!" "No. Nobody ever cared for it." "But I care. Well, even if late, happy birthday, Mouse." "Thank you. When is yours?" "On June 12. Twenty-three years." "You will have to study a lot, to recover, when you are free..." "Yes, sure. We will study together." "What a beautiful word!" "Which one?" "Together!" The day after they still discussed plenty of details of the flight, that was taking shape - their work together was productive. Giampaolo admired the ready and lively intelligence of his companion. In the evening, when they made love, Damiano was the first to go down to suck his friends' member. He was somewhat awkward, but Giampaolo was moved by his good will and gave him some advice, demonstrating it from life, so that they did their first sixty-nine. And as the other times, when Giuliano had sucked him, he drank it all, Damiano also wanted to try it. He managed to do it, but badly, he coughed and his eyes filled with tears. "You didn't have to do it, my little mouse!" Giampaolo said to him sweetly, caressing his cheek and drying his tears. "Of course I had to do it. If you are able to do it, I too can become able..." "But it's not a must." "Yes, it is a must." "But why?" "Because... I feel so." "Mouse? I'm so fond of you." "I too am fond of you. Very fond." "If I wasn't kidnapped, we would have never met..." "Aren't you now saying that you are happy for that!" "Not with the kidnapping, for sure. But to have met you, yes, very much. You are the most delightful boy I ever met." "You really mean it? And yet, you met plenty of boys, didn't you?" "Yes, exactly. And you are the best of all." The following evening the sixty-nine went much better and Damiano managed to drink everything without problem, and he was as pleased as Punch. The following evening, Damiano asked Giampaolo to try to take him. Giampaolo read in his eyes desire and nervousness. He prepared him for a long time, first of all carefully licking his hole, testing it with a finger, licking it again, doing so that Damiano gradually relaxed, became aroused. He caressed him, and spied on his face his expression, until he felt he was ready. He then sat between his well spread legs, slipping his own under his friend's ones and making them pass at his sides, like scissors. He went forward with his pelvis until he touched the hole with his hard member. "I'm now going to start to push, my little mouse... as soon as you want, I stop, alright?" "Yes..." Damiano whispered, shuddering. "Do you want me inside you?" "Yes..." Giampaolo pushed forwards a few millimetres then stopped, "Are you really certain?" he asked him caressing his belly and the beautiful swollen and quivering genitals. "Yes..." He pushed a little more forward. Damiano, instinctively, rested his hands on his buttocks spreading them as to facilitate his entrance. "Am I hurting you?" "No... push..." Very gently, millimetre after millimetre, Giampaolo penetrated him to the root, continuing to handle his member and brushing his nipples. "How are you?" he asked worriedly. "Fine... it's hot, alive... agreeable..." Then Giampaolo started to gently move back and forth. "It's strong, vigorous..." Damiano murmured with a smile. "Are you feeling less of a male, now?" "What? No, no... your strength is mine, your vigour is mine, your virility is mine... it's... it's really good." Damiano murmured, astounded, happy, and grateful. "Are you enjoying it, love?" Giampaolo asked, increasing his rhythm. "Yes, oh yes... And you... you called me... love!" "Yes." "Do you... love me?" "Yes, I love you, Damiano!" Giampaolo said increasing again his rhythm. "Oh god... so it is good... so it is good..." Damiano moaned. And Giampaolo flooded inside him, wave after wave, feeling ravished, intoxicated, dazed. He became still, his smiling eyes in the luminous ones of his friend, and his panting started to calm down. His member started to withdraw. Then Damiano said, in a low voice, "Repeat it, now..." "That I love you?" "So, then, it's true?" "Sure." "You didn't say it just because... you were excited?" "No, I swear." Damiano opened in a bright smile, "Then... I also can now tell you, that I'm in love with you..." Giampaolo laid on top of him, they embraced tightly, and kissed. Then was Giampaolo's turn to ask his friend to take him. They swapped their positions. Damiano, just before penetrating into him, said, "But I don't want to fuck you." "Ah, no?" "No. I want to really make love with you!" ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 7 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. 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