USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE MYSTERY VILLA" 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 MYSTERY VILLA by Andrej Koymasky © 2012
written on February 24, 2003
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Kent D.
CHAPTER 4
THE MIRRORS ROOM

When he opened his eyes, he saw that he had entered a circular room with a translucent dome, from which came a warm glow that coloured everything with a soft orange shade.

In the room there was none. The dome was supported by nine cylindrical columns, almost in contact with the circular wall but detached from it. Between the columns there were nine tall and large frameless mirrors.

At the centre of the room there was one empty seat, orange like the rest, as well as the short-pile rug which had a decorative double spiral whose centre was under the armchair and that made one think of a stylized galaxy, designed in various shades of orange.

The mirrors reflected the room making it look like a series of cells, like a hive, each with an armchair in the centre, and each, sloping down to infinity, with him standing on one side, naked, his member slowly sagging and going back to rest.

He moved approaching the chair and with one hand tested its consistency - it was soft, inviting. In the mirrors, dozens and dozens of Norberts were testing armchairs with one hand - Norbert seen by the front, the side, and the back. And all the Norberts looked sullen, serious.

He felt awfully tired. Watching his own naked image in the mirrors, he murmured: "I'm not a fag..."

All his images moved the lips repeating the same phrase, but without uttering any sound...

Norbert slumped on the chair, relaxing. It was really soft, pleasant and warm against his bare skin. He felt welcomed as in an embrace, as in a pleasant hug...

The armrests turned into arms that encircled him, and he found himself sitting on a naked male, felt the hard member pressing against his ass. He tried to stand up but was too weak. He looked in the mirrors and saw him.

There was no longer the armchair - in its place was that male naked like him, sitting on a low cylinder orange like the rest, and he was beautiful. He did not resemble any of his friends, anyone he knew. His body had the perfection of Michelangelo's David, his face was like that of a movie star - male, sweet, beautiful, and looked like everyone and anyone...

The male smiled. A hand touched Norbert's member that immediately responded to the touch, lifting, hardening for the pleasant caress of the stranger's hand.

"No... leave me alone... I'm tired... leave me alone..." Norbert protested weakly, trying to stand up again, but the gentle but strong embrace of the stranger prevent him from moving.

"Relax, Norbert... let me do... Relax..." whispered the voice of the beautiful, hot and sexy guy.

One hand expertly rubbed his member and balls, the other roamed on his chest and belly, pausing from time to time on the hardened nipples and artfully teasing them.

"Let me go..." Norbert prayed softly, without trying any more to break free.

"No..." whispered the hot voice of the other.

Norbert felt the strong chest of the other against his back, his throbbing member against his ass, hot and hard, the strong thighs of the young man under his...

The stranger now gently masturbated him. Norbert, feeling too tired, leaned against the strong, muscular body of the stranger and closed his eyes.

The hands on his body, on his member, were making his body soar with excitement. Norbert's mind, increasingly weakly, continued to say no... but his lips had ceased to say it.

"Why? Why all this is happening to me?" wondered Norbert, as he felt the pleasure take over his entire body, gradually replacing his exhaustion.

"I'm not a fag, I..." he tried to say, but from his lips no sound came.

The young man he was sitting on, against which he was abandoned, continued to masturbate him gently but expertly, and waves of pleasure shook the body of Norbert, who rested his head on the shoulder of the stranger.

He felt like a fire burning within him... His hands were resting on the strong forearms of the stranger and clutched them at times, without trying to get him to stop, without trying to drive away those strong arms that held him captive, those hands that were giving him a growing pleasure.

Norbert began to pant with greater intensity as the pleasure rose within him. Eyes still closed, he no longer thought of anything, he stopped fighting... savoured those feelings so new, so pleasing that for the first time in his life he was experiencing.

He felt the cheek of the young man who held him in his arms slightly rubbing against his.

Then the warm and sensual voice of the other said: "It is beautiful, so, isn't it?"

Norbert nodded wearily. Yes... he should admit... it was pleasant... And anyway he had no longer the strength to oppose...

The pleasure submerged him like waves; his entire body began to quiver with increasing intensity. A strong heat sprang from his loins, went along his spine, concentrated in his neck like an incandescent ball, and then crossed his body going down, condensed into his genitals and the orgasm burst in him. From his hard member streamed strong jets of seed, one after another, after another, after another...

Norbert relaxed at once, emitting a long, deep sigh. He was fine; he should admit it... Yes, he was just fine.

His body shuddered a couple of times. He narrowed his eyes and saw the translucent dome above him. He lifted his head and looked in the mirrors...

He was sitting in the comfortable orange armchair - there was no trace of the young, strong and handsome man. He straightened up his torso and looked: there was no trace of his seed anywhere. He touched the tip of his member: it was wet with cum, as after he ejaculated, but there was no trace of his seed anywhere else.

Startled, he stood up: his head was spinning. He felt weak again. He left the armchair moving back and looking at it blankly. It had been just a dream? He had fallen asleep and had dreamed?

Everything in this strange villa was absurd, mysterious, and incredible. He walked again away from the armchair, moving back, wondering how he could distinguish truth from falsehood, reality from dreams...

His shoulders touched the hard surface of a marble column as he leaned against it, barely breathing, looking around. In the mirrors in front of him he saw other Norberts abandoned languidly against the column, and their members were slowly lowering and returning to be soft.

He looked again at the empty armchair at the centre of the room.

He felt two arms encircle him from behind, and his back was now resting against a naked body! He looked again in the mirrors and now other young men naked and beautiful like the first, but different from him, hugged him from behind.

"Who are you?" he asked in a whisper, looking at him through the mirrors.

The young man replied - his lips uttered no sound, but Norbert read the answer clearly: "Your desire..."

He felt the strong member of the other pressing against the furrow between his buttocks and rubbing up and down with slight movements of the pelvis, but without trying to penetrate him. The hands of the stranger roamed over his whole body, from chest to thighs, caressing him in an increasingly sensual and exciting way.

The member of Norbert resumed to swell and straighten up, although the other had not yet touched it.

"Let me go, please..." Norbert asked him softly.

In the mirrors he saw the head of the other nod with his head and smile. A hand of the young man had now taken to manipulate the member of Norbert. He shuddered and pushed against him, instinctively, and felt his hard member, nested vertically between his small, firm buttocks, beat vigorously.

"I'm tired..." Norbert murmured.

The other nibbled his ear from behind and Norbert shuddered strongly. Again, the fatigue seemed to leave his body and he felt totally helpless in the arms of the other, against his body. The strong member that was beating against him felt nice... Hard, hot, manly...

But what really surprised Norbert was that, to feel the manhood of the young man who held him in his arms, did not even minimally threaten his virility, it rather seemed to exalt it.

Yes, Norbert had never felt so male, so manly... and this surprised him deeply.

Again, the enjoyment was taking hold of him; again his body reacted nicely to those skilled caresses, those sensual moves.

The young man behind him pinched slightly his hard nipples and Norbert gasped, a low moan of pleasure escaped his lips slightly parted and his breathing became heavy. The other intensified his attention: touched him in the right places, in the right way, making him feel increasingly strong emotions.

Now Norbert panted, feeling again the approach of an explosive orgasm. Instinctively he pushed against the body behind him and moved his pelvis slightly, making it sway to the right and left, to better feel the firm consistency of the member nested in the furrow between his buttocks.

The young man pushed against him with increasing force, but without trying to penetrate him. Now he masturbated Norbert at full hand, with a firm grip, with the right pressure, sliding the skin of the uncircumcised member up and down. Each time he bared the swollen glans, he touched it gently with his thumb, made slippery by the drops pre-orgasm that were oozing out of the member.

Norbert moaned softly, unable to control the intensity of the sensations he was feeling. He kept looking at his image and that of the young man behind him on the mirrors in front of him and around the room... Those images were incredibly sensual, erotic.

It seemed to him that even his body was more beautiful than ever... He had never been a narcissist, however, had always thought to be well done... now he could see himself even beautiful, sexy...

When he felt too close to orgasm, the other slowed down his operations, without stopping, wisely diminishing the excitement of the boy while keeping it alive. Norbert thought that it was a pleasant torment: he wanted to come, to enjoy, but he let the other run the play.

Norbert felt vaguely that it was really nice to abandon oneself in the arms of another. He thought that his body was like a musical instrument in the hands of an experienced musician.

Norbert moaned again, his legs began to tremble imperceptibly, his breathing became faster and heavier. All his muscles were stretched to the breaking point, his moan became a kind of low and hoarse gasp, and finally, looking down, he saw gush out of his hard member jets on jets of bright diaphanous droplets, who reached the seat in front of him.

With every strong jet his entire body jerked against the body of the other, who now held him firmly pressed against his chest, supporting him, because his legs would not support him anymore. Norbert was feeling a too strong, too big emotion...

The other gradually slackened his grip and Norbert slid down slowly, against the body and legs of the other. He let out a deep sigh and sank back... and felt his back against the cold hard surface of the column.

He looked in the mirrors and saw that the man was gone, and yet he had not seen him go away... he simply disappeared, just like the man in the armchair. These things cannot happen in reality, he thought confused.

Yes, it must be a dream... But when you dream, can you be aware you are dreaming? And where was he now? In the tent with the companions of the clique? Or even that was part of the dream? He relaxed little by little, trying to regain his strength.

He had enjoyed with an intensity never experienced before... And he realized that feeling the hard and firm member of the other against his body, in the furrow between his buttocks, his pleasure had increased dramatically.

Pleased in feeling the cock pushing against him! How was that possible? Yet it was so. Yes, it had to be only a dream: in a dream the most incredible things happen, the most unlikely.

He ran his hands over his naked body and shuddered. Then he looked ahead and saw on the orange carpet a long darker track, ending against the armchair - this time the testimony of his orgasm was there visible and clear. With a finger he touched the part closest to him, between his legs and felt it was damp. He brought his fingers to his nose and sniffed: he felt the unmistakable smell of his semen.

He slowly stood up. He looked back in the mirrors: an infinite theory of Norbert looked at him from everywhere. He turned to the nearest mirror and saw his image get closer to the edge. He placed his hands on the mirror surface and the other Norbert, of course, put his palms against his, on the other side of the cold glass.

He pushed on one side, on the other, but the mirror did not move. He removed his hands from the glass surface...

But the other Norbert, his image, still had his hands pressed against the glass!

Looking at him surprised and his amazement grew when he realized it was not him, when he saw that it was another like him but different. The height was different, the definition of the muscles too, the colour of the pubic hair and also the member...

The member of the other was erect, not his. The pubic hair was dark and formed like flames pointing upward, were united in slightly wavy tufts, while his hair were curly.

He unconsciously reached out to touch that member and, almost without surprise, his hand did not meet the mirror glass, but rested on the member of the other that, when he had it in his hand, felt throbbing vigorously. It was hot, firm yet soft, hard, beautiful...

The hands of the other went down, encircled him the waist and adhered with the body against the body of Norbert. He shuddered, and his member stood up again. The other man rubbed his chest against his chest. Norbert closed his eyes and parted his lips uttering a silent "yes..."

He felt the lips of the other rest on his and opened his eyes in surprise. The other's eyes smiled at him, and his tongue slipped between the parted lips of Norbert. The boy welcomed it into his mouth and began to suck... their tongues began to play, now in the mouths of the others, now in that of Norbert.

The other pushed his crotch against that of Norbert and their members rubbed and pushed against each other, while their kiss became hotter and deeper, more intimate and passionate.

Norbert's hands slipped on the small and muscular ass of the other, and pulled him to himself. Their members rubbed against each other with increasing energy. Also the other's hands rested on Norbert's buttocks and kneaded them vigorously yet at the same time gently.

They continued to rub their bodies against each other and to kiss. Norbert all at once felt incredibly energized. A tempter finger of the other slipped in the furrow between the buttocks of Norbert and the tip went on the hidden hole in a slow and intimate massage.

Norbert trembled. It was incredibly enjoyable! Without stopping to kiss the unknown young male, Norbert began to moan. The other with his free hand went to rub a nipple of Norbert, who shuddered and moaned louder.

The finger rubbed on his anus, now up and down, sometimes in slow, small circles, now slightly pushing, never forcing the entry and Norbert felt his head and body on fire. His legs were now intertwined with those of the other youth and their members continued to rub against one another in a series of rotations of their pelvis, almost like in a belly dance.

Norbert parted his mouth from that of the other, threw his head back and moaned: "I'm... I'm... I'm... coming..."

The other lowered his head and began to lick, nibble and suck the other nipple of Norbert, who gasped with pleasure.

"Yes... yes... so..." moaned Norbert, who had completely lost his head for the intensity of emotions.

"I am... near to... come..." Norbert gasped again, feeling on the brink of a new amazing orgasm.

He pushed more vigorously against the other. The finger between his buttocks continued to tease him incessantly and to excite him. The dual action of the fingers and the mouth of the stranger on his nipples were making him go wild with pleasure.

He felt close to exploding into a new orgasm, yet still did not come. The excitement shook him all, he trembled from head to feet, his toes curled, all his skin had become highly sensitive for the intensity of the feelings, his penis was hard as marble and continued to rub against the member and the pubis of the other in a frenzy of short and vigorous movements.

"Let me come... let me come... I cannot resist... Oohh please let me come..." Norbert sobbed.

Then the other crouched in front of him and, continuing to tease with a finger his anus on fire, took the whole member into his mouth and began sucking it vigorously, waving his tongue into his mouth against the strong meat pole and moving the head back and forth...

Norbert trembled with increasing intensity. Took the head of the other between his hands and began to fuck him in the mouth with almost savage thrusts. He looked at him in the mirror before him, and saw his narrow waist and broad shoulders, his head crowned with soft wavy brown hair, clasped in his hands, and saw the upper part of his body move vigorously back and forth.

He watched his member appear and disappear between the lips of his companion and the sight seemed to him incredibly erotic.

And at last he came, and unloaded in the welcoming and warm mouth, in a symphony of moans and strong thrusts, and realized that the other was swallowing all his warm liquor almost with relish...

When he shot the last jet, he slowly slid his hard member from the lips of the companion. This one looked up and smiled. Norbert did not respond to that smile, he was too shaken. He closed his eyes, panting heavily and sank slowly sliding to his knees on the carpet.

Then he opened his eyes... before him there was only his own reflection in the mirror... and on the mirror the opalescent fruit of his orgasm was slowly seeping!

He gaped at it. Then looked at his member - it was glittering with saliva! And his nipples were slightly reddened, and he was still the feeling aroused by the long friction and pressure of the finger on his anus...

He shook his head and stood up again. He looked around. One of those mirrors had to be a door. He wanted out of there; he should get out of there, he would certainly not be able to withstand a fourth orgasm.

He began to circle the room, trying each time to push, pull, move to the side a mirror after another, but always in vain. In every mirror he saw reflected only his naked image and beyond it the images of him and of the other mirrors of the room and all the other countless Norberts trying to get away from that room...

Finally, he arrived before the fourth mirror, and as soon as he pushed it, this one pivoted vertically on its centre - one half moved outward, away from him, and the other half came from behind pushing him forward...

CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 5


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