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 7
THE POOL

He found himself swimming in a kind of corridor overflowing with water, the walls were glass plates with tiny holes through which and from which the water flowed. Swimming underwater with strong strokes, looking ahead a bit, a bit through the glass that formed that sort of corridor, he seemed to be swimming in a river...

He was beginning to fear that he no longer had enough oxygen in the lungs, when he saw that the glass corridor bent upwards. With other strong strokes he continued to swim until he finally emerged from the water and could breathe deeply.

Keeping afloat he saw that he was in a huge indoor pool. Through the ceiling and the wall to his left, which were actually one large window, saw the blue and clear sky. To his right was a rock that seemed carved from an enormous block of lapis lazuli, with tufts of grass here and there with tiny blue flowers that seemed to be forget-me-nots. Before him there was a long strip of sand, on which he saw figures moving.

After recovering his breath, he decided to swim to the sandy shore. He had to swim for a long time, it seemed that there was a current that tended to keep him away from the shore, to hinder his progress. He had to increase the pace and vigour of his strokes. He had to try harder. He continued to swim with energy and saw that he was slowly approaching the shore.

He was again almost exhausted, when he felt below him, in the water, the gentle slope of sand that a little further emerged. Walking, feeling tired, he finally was on dry land.

He lay on the sand to catch his breath, and relaxed. While recovering his energies, he saw that men were walking up and down the beach, sometimes alone, in pairs or in small groups. They were all very well made, completely naked, and many, passing by, looked at him from head to foot with obvious interest.

He noticed that someone was smiling and he also felt that being looked at, admired, was giving him back a pleasant erection. He no longer felt any shame in being watched while he was naked and in that state. Indeed, it gave him pleasure. No exhibitionism, no lack of modesty, without narcissism: it was well and good to watch those naked bodies as well as being admired in his beautiful nakedness.

Norbert expected that some of the men stopped beside him, buttonholed or touched him, caressed him, maybe embraced, kissed him... but everyone continued to go beyond, despite their explicit glances, in spite they answered his smiles.

Then the boy got up and he too began to pace up and down the beach, admiring the naked bodies exposed to the sun or those he met and with which exchanged eloquent glances. He kept walking, his skin caressed by a gentle and pleasant breeze that helped to keep alive his excitement, his beautiful and proud erection straight before him with his penis slightly tilted upward.

After the third or fourth time he ran up and down that beach, Norbert thought it was silly to wait for something to happen. He thought that if everybody there was waiting like him and nobody took the first step, they would continue to walk in vain, up and down until the end of time.

He stopped in front of a boy lying on the sand, which could have been his age and smiled. The boy responded to his smile.

"Can I sit next to you?" Norbert asked.

"Sure." nodded the other sitting up.

Norbert sat next to him. "My name is Norbert." said.

"Mine too." replied the other, holding out his hand.

They shook hands and Norbert was pleased to feel the strong, vigorous, but kind grip of the other.

"Really?" he asked a little surprised, "also your name is Norbert?"

"Today it is." said the other with a mysterious smile.

"Today? You mean... you mean that also the others here, today are called Norbert?"

The boy nodded again and smiled: "That's right."

Norbert smiled, shaking his head: "And yet... none of them, and even you.... you are not me."

"Sure, there are many Norbert, but never two the same, no?"

"Anyway... you are very beautiful."

"You too."

"I'd like to make love with you."

"I saw you pass four times and I was wondering when you'd decide to ask me, or to ask another."

"And why did not you ask, or any of the others who are here?"

"Because today it was up to you, not to us. We are here for you."

"For me? All of you?" Norbert asked surprised.

"All those that you want."

"Even if I wanted them all?" Norbert asked again, incredulous.

"Sure."

"An orgy?" Norbert asked, almost whispering.

"If you want it..."

"I do not know. I never thought about an orgy, honestly."

"You like only me, here? You just feel attracted to me?" asked the boy with a mischievous smile.

"No... I would say that I like, I feel attracted almost to everyone."

"Why then have you decided to stop here with me?"

"Maybe because you're my age, maybe because I feel more comfortable because of it. And anyway because you seem nice..."

"And what do you want to do with me?"

"Everything!" Norbert said with some enthusiasm.

The other smiled: "The enthusiasm of a neophyte..." he said.

Norbert reached out and caressed the other's chest. Then he pulled him, hugged him and kissed his mouth. The boy answered with true passion to his kiss and started to caress him in turn.

Norbert was even more excited in feeling the other's hands on his chest. The boy put his leg over his and turned toward him. Norbert felt his breath against his skin. His hands caressed the hips of Norbert who felt every inch of his skin becoming hypersensitive. Then the boy's hand finally took possession of Norbert's member.

"Oohh, yeah..." the latter murmured.

"You like that, huh?" asked the boy guiding Norbert's hand to his member.

Norbert felt almost surprised to feel how the skin on the hard member of the other was soft. And it was very hot, especially the glans, which seemed covered with silk.

"I want to take it in my mouth..." the boy told him pushing him to lie on the sand.

He bent over him, and leaned his head on his thigh. The feeling of the hair against his skin, made Norbert even more excited, especially when he felt the boy's tongue slide up and down all his hard rod. Then the boy took the tip between his lips and let it slide up and down in the mouth while tickling the glans with his tongue.

Norbert after a while stopped him: "You take it up your sweet ass?" he asked, excited to finally be himself trying to penetrate another.

The boy nodded with a broad grin, turned on his back and put his legs on either side of his chest. Norbert knelt in front of the sweet ass so offered and spreading his buttocks, looked at the beautiful rose of flesh. He leaned over and without thinking twice bent to lick - the pleasant feeling that this gave him surprised him. The ring of flesh was soft, warm and very smooth.

After a while he licked and teased it bathing it well with saliva, the boy told him: "Put it in, come on!"

Norbert approached the tip of the member, now red with excitement to the anus, aimed at it and started pushing. As Norman pushed in, felt the ring of flesh closely surround his member - it was an amazing feeling! He moaned and continued to push and stopped only when he was completely immersed in him, and his belly was pressed against the boy's testicles. Then he began to pump slowly inside and out.

Norbert saw a shadow and looked up: a young and handsome man, whose member was gloriously erect, was watching them. Norbert beckoned him to draw nearer, with one hand took the hard rod and began to suck it greedily. The man stroked his hair and moved his pelvis back and forth fucking his mouth.

Norbert felt two hands caressing his buttocks. He stopped sucking and looked back - another young man was crouched behind him.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Norbert asked.

"If it pleases you, yes." replied the man.

"Come on, then!" Norbert encouraged him and, continuing to pump in the ass of the first boy, he resumed to suck on the second.

He felt the other spread his buttocks, and then felt his tongue and fingers tease his anus in a really skilful way. Norbert felt exhilarated, full of pleasure. After a while the other behind him, came on him and, with a few strokes properly given, fully inserted it into him. Each push the newcomer gave him strengthened the push he gave into the first guy.

After a while he was having fun with those three, came a fourth one that caressed his body and kissed it until he bent under him and began to suck a nipple. Norman thought that what was happening to him was amazing.

A fifth man, before long, slowly approached the group and took part in their activities, until also this slipped under the body of Norbert and began to suck the other nipple. The boy thought it was really too exciting - five men all devoting themselves to his pleasure.

Shortly after, however, he thought that his hands were still free... He had not finished thinking this, when two more men approached the so closely intertwined group, kneeling on either side, and Norbert could seize their members and began to masturbate them - it was really great!

Norbert and the seven young men changed positions several times, taking and giving each other pleasure, and the boy reached orgasm several times. Yet every time he felt ready to start again - his penis did not seem to want to ever go to rest!

The other seven were not always the same - sometimes one or the other was replaced by another one of the nudists of that beach.

The orgy continued long, until Norbert, exhausted and finally sated, let himself go on the sand and, caressed by one of the companions, happily slipped into a restful sleep.

And again he dreamed...

This time he dreamed of nothing sexual. He saw a series of scenes almost like a string of short films...

First he saw two boys who were thirsty and were seeking how to quench their thirst. One of them sat in a pub and ordered a mug of beer, which he began to drink in small sips... The other, with him, at the same time, drank something like ten, twelve mugs of beer.

The two boys then went out and the first was cheerful, quiet, and satisfied. He still felt maybe a little thirsty, but not as much as before. The other instead, at a certain point had to lean against a wall... and threw up even his soul. He was reduced to a rag and the friend had to take him home, and also help him to bed.

Then he saw two other young men entering into a library. One came out with a book, the other with two bags full of books. They sat on a bench. The first one began reading his book, sometimes going back a few pages to reread some passages, sometimes highlighting a few lines, sometimes stopping to think.

The other meanwhile quickly thumbed through book after book, reading sections here and there, sometimes tearing away pages, folding them and putting them in his pocket then, finished a book, he threw it in a nearby trashcan.

When the first man closed the book and put it back in the paper bag with the logo of the library, the other was throwing the last book in the wastebasket. Norbert noticed that the cover of that last book was the same as the first book that the other man had read.

The two young men rose and took a walk down the street, and Norman noted that the sheets that the second had torn from the books and had put into his pant pockets, one after another slipped out and fell to the ground.

Norbert then saw two grown men who were walking along a street with an open market. The first one looked at the fruits on display, watched their price, and probed to feel the degree of ripeness, sometimes asking the dealer if he could have a little taste.

The second one, bought at every stall, but sometimes unseen he stole a fruit, and ate it quickly, almost gorging himself. The former still observed, tasted, looked, until he decided to buy a fruit. He took out the peel then carefully divided into segments and savoured a slice after the other quietly, chewing slowly.

The second man then stopped at a pharmacy and bought a packet of digestive drank it wrinkling his nose and grimacing. The first man was finishing eating the slices of his fruit, while continuing to savour it with evident pleasure.

The last thing Norbert saw in that dream were two old men.

One was sitting at home, before he had a table on which was a plate with slices of fruit, near it there was a glass of beer, and he was slowly thumbing through a book, his face smiling, and occasionally ate a piece of fruit or drank a sip of beer. From the open door came the voice of another man who was singing and he heard the sound of water running in a shower.

Out in the street, there was a tall old man, sitting on the sidewalk with his back against the wall, a hat in front of him, on the ground, and a few coins in the hat. This man looked at the passers-by with a mute plea in his eyes, but no one looked at him, all walked straight, rarely did someone threw a small coin of little value in the hat. There was wind, and around the beggar sitting on the sidewalk were flying torn and folded book pages, dried fruit peels, crumpled labels of beer bottles...

Norbert awoke and looked around. Everything seemed the same as before. But then he realized that all men were still, nothing moved.

He got up, somewhat surprised, and approached the men. He recognized some of those with whom, not long before, had had an orgy of sex. Touched them and saw that they were statues, perfectly executed in terms of shape and colour, but cold, hard, still.

The first boy he had buttonholed and with whom he began to make love, was lying in the same position as when he approached him the first time and looked at him with the same smile, the same inviting glance.

When Norbert leaned next to him and touched him, he saw that this also was just a perfect statue.

Slightly shocked and amazed, he stood up - he thought he had to get out of there. Now he had only to find the last door, to follow the last way.

He explored the wall behind the beach and saw that there were seven identical doors. There was not writing, there was not a colour, and they were not transparent, so could not see what was on the other side.

Then, looking better, he noticed that on every door, at the bottom, there was a peephole.

Then he crouched in front of the first door and looked through the peephole.

He saw a white room where there was a couple: a young man dressed all in white was kissing a girl wearing a dress made of cloth of bright colours. Around them were big black and white photos - one with two senior couples smiling; one with a priest and a judge, with solemn air; one with a teacher dressed in his toga handing a diploma; the last one with a policeman and a man dressed in a classic and perfect cloth, smiling...

When he looked into the peephole of the second door, he saw a red room, whose walls were high flames. At the centre there were some boys and girls who looked around with a frightened air. Then some of them formed pairs. A boy and a girl, holding hands, went towards a wall, the flames parted and the two went out. Then two girls held their hand, and advanced towards another wall: also there the flames separated and the two went out. Two boys held hands and they too came out safe and sound... others remained in the room, without moving and with a terrified air.

In the third door peephole Norbert saw the inside of a large camping tent made of orange fabric. There he saw some guys who, through small windows, looked out with a worried expression. Then he saw that one after another, the boys stripped naked and with a jolly face came out of the tent...

Crouched in front of the fourth peephole, Norbert saw a ball of yellow glass, like a huge Christmas tree ball, and by its curved wall came a golden light. At the centre, two naked and horny men floated and Norbert recognized in them his ex-professor and his young pastor. He saw that against the curved yellow wall of glass faces of boys and girls pressed and watched the two men, then walked away, relentlessly.

The fifth peephole showed him a cubic room, green. Naked men were painting on the walls silhouettes of naked men, connected in positions worth an illustrated Kama Sutra... and when one had finished his work, another will come in and draw on top of it another scene... Norbert then moved to the next door and looked in the peephole - there was a large mirror, and on this, he saw reflected his own image. His image stood up and looked around quizzically, as if he could not decide what to do... Norbert smiled and thought that that really seemed to be him...

He went to the last door, crouched down and looked in the peephole. Here there was a white panel with designs above a purple pattern, extremely complex, which made him think of a maze. Here and there little lights were going on and off, apparently without a logical program.

Norbert wondered what was meant by all that he could see but not understand. He thought for a moment, got up, and finally made his decision: pushed that last door that opened obediently showing a long purple corridor, interrupted left and right by many passages.

He entered and as soon as he was in, the door closed behind him too. He turned to look, but there was no trace of the door that had just crossed.

CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 8


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