Date: Sun, 02 Jul 2006 07:42:29 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Fabrizio's First "No!" - 2/8 (Adult Youth)

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FABRIZIO'S FIRST "NO!"
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006
Written on December 15, 1994
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Brian Zimbabwe

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"FABRIZIO'S FIRST "NO!" " 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 TWO

Fabrizio was fifteen-years-old. It was a spring day and he was seated on
a bench in the public gardens waiting for a schoolmate with whom he had
to go to the library. The date was for 4 PM, but it was already 4:35 and
his mate hadn't shown up.

Fabrizio was considering whether to go home or possibly to the library
by himself, when a man around thirty-years-old came to the bench where
he was sitting and, with a smile, asked him: "May I sit here?"

"Yes, sure." Fabrizio answered looking at him somewhat surprised by the
question - benches belong to everybody, and anyway there were others
that were totally empty.

The guy sat close to him and, still with a smile, asked, "Are you
waiting for somebody?"

"Yes, a school-mate, but it seems he's not coming... I was thinking not
to wait for him anymore..." the boy answered.

"It's not good to wait uselessly, isn't it?" The man said.

"Well... yes..."

"Were you planning to go somewhere to amuse yourselves?"

"No, to the library for research."

"What school do you attend?"

"The fine arts high school. Second year."

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, I do."

"At home I've plenty of art books - would you like to come and see them?
I'm living close to here." The man offered.

"I don't want to disturb you." Fabrizio answered, as he didn't feel like
going with the stranger.

"No, on the contrary, I'd be really pleased. It's a while I've been
observing you and you seem a very likeable boy. I would be really
pleased to show you my art books." The man said with a captivating
smile.

Fabrizio felt unable to refuse therefore, with a slightly hesitant
smile, answered, "Well, if you want me to..."

The man seemed to brighten. Standing up he said, "We didn't even
introduce ourselves. My name is Sergio. And yours?"

"Fabrizio. How do you do?"

"Good, Fabrizio, let's go, then. It's only a short walk from here."

They set out. On the road, the man asked him where he lived, how old he
was, what hobbies he had. Fabrizio answered all the man's questions
quietly. They arrived at a front door that the man opened.

They went up to the fourth floor in the lift, then the man opened his
flat's door. "Here we are. Come in. Good, sit there; may I offer you a
drink? Coke, beer, whisky, coffee?" he asked, making the boy sit on a
sofa.

"Don't bother sir, please, really." Fabrizio answered, hoping he could
just throw an eye to the man's books then leave soon.

"Listen, let's not be so formal, OK? I would like if we become friends,
you and I. You are a really handsome boy, do you know?" the man said
sitting near him and putting a hand on the boy's thigh.

Fabrizio had not yet understood what the real intentions of the man
were, the true reason why he invited him to his home. There was just in
that man a kindness, warmth, and an interest that gave him a calm
feeling of pleasure. The man's hand was brushing his thigh lightly in a
way that the boy interpreted as a friendly gesture.

The man was looking into his eyes, "Tell me, wouldn't you like to amuse
yourself a little?" he asked in a low, sensual voice.

"Amuse myself? How?" Fabrizio asked, still without understanding.

"Yes... you and I..." the man said while his hand was slowly moving up
towards the boy's lap. Fabrizio looked at him with a questioning
expression. The man then added, "I like you very much, you are a really
beautiful boy." And finally his hand slipped onto the boy's fly, now
explicitly caressing his genitals.

Fabrizio felt a quiver and at last understood - the man wanted to have
sex with him! At this thought he at once became aroused. The man felt
the answer palpitate under the trousers fabric and, more daring, while
he fondled him at full hand, girded his shoulders with the other arm,
pulled the boy to himself, and kissed him deeply on the mouth. Fabrizio
let himself go, savouring those unexpected sensations, dumbfounded but
happy and didn't oppose at all when he felt the man's hands starting to
undress him. Rather, shuddering, he thought in a confused way: he wants
to do it with me... at long last...

Sergio, continuing to caress and kiss him, was undressing him and at the
same time himself, so that in a few minutes they were both naked, half
lying on the sofa. Fabrizio was looking in admiration at the man's firm,
erect member - it was bigger than that of Daniele, and it was
magnificent! He stretched out his hands to fondle, caress, titillate it
and when the man stood up on his knees, Fabrizio brought his lips to it
and started to kiss, lick, suck it.

"Oh, you're skilled! Do you like it?" the man panted stiffening and
pushing his pole down the boy's throat.

Fabrizio nodded - yes, he liked that good piece of shuddering flesh
filling his mouth. Sergio seized his head between the hands and started
fucking his mouth with gusto. Then with a finger he went down to
titillate the boy's anus. When he saw that the boy let him do it,
pulling the member out of his mouth, said him, "Would you like to take
it here, inside your little hole?"

"It's too big... I'm afraid it'll hurt me." Fabrizio murmured, though he
partially desired it.

"But I want to put it in you. I'll use a cream, I won't hurt you, you'll
see. I like you too much, Fabrizio. Come on, let me do this..."

"As you want..." the boy answered, unable to oppose. He let the man put
him into position, on all fours, he let him spread the cream on his hole
and inside. Sergio's finger penetrated him and slowly massaged the
inside of the hole giving him very good sensations. Then the man slipped
in two fingers, turning and moving them in and out to get him used to
them.

"You like?" he asked him after a while.

"Yes, rather..." Fabrizio hesitantly answered, torn between pleasure and
annoyance.

The man continued for a while, then stopped. The boy saw that he was
lubing his powerful spear and asked himself if he really could receive
that big pole inside his hole.

Sergio spread more cream on the pulsating hole of the boy, leant on him
and, pointing his glans on the target, started to vigorously push,
holding him by the waist and at once pulling him to himself. Fabrizio
felt he was opened, invaded and felt a dull but strong pain.

"Ouch... ouch... go slowly..." he complained, but without pulling away.

"Yes, relax. Come on, I'm entering you. Oh, that's good... I like you
Fabrizio, you've a really tight little ass, so delightful."

"Ouch... it's hurting..." the boy moaned, but he was also aroused.

"Hold on, hold on! I'm entering, I'm almost there. Fucking shit, how
much I like you!" the man panted continuing to push himself deeper with
a set of determined, strong strokes, keeping him firmly by the waist.

Fabrizio felt to be totally in the man's power and he liked this
sensation. He felt invaded, filled. The pain was rather strong but also
the pleasure was, and he could not tell which was the greater. When
Sergio was totally inside him, with a hand seized the boy's member and
with the other started to tease his hard, little nipples, then began to
piston in him vigorously. Fabrizio moaned.

"You like it, right? Tell me you like being screwed so."

"Yes, I like..."

"I too like fucking you, you know?"

"Yes..."

He could feel that the man liked a lot taking him and this aroused him.
He felt to be totally in the hands of the man but also that, at the same
time, he was exercising a power over the man - Sergio depended on him
for his pleasure, and this pleased Fabrizio.

Now the man was vigorously hammering into him, panting at each stroke
and, each time, Fabrizio's body was jolting along and the boy emitted a
light moan, enjoying more and more the impetuous virility of the man who
was taking him with growing passion.

They both were feeling the intensity of the orgasm that was coming up
and now Fabrizio was also pushing himself against the man's groin each
time Sergio was sinking into him, to feel him better, to enjoy it more.
With Daniele, he confusedly thought, he never felt anything like this,
nothing so involved. Sergio's hands, one on his genitals, the other
roaming all over his body, were giving him more and more intense
sensations that, added to those of the strong spear pistoning in him,
were making him totally lose his control - he now wanted only to come,
come, come...

The orgasm exploded in both of them almost at once, just a fraction of a
second first on Sergio, perhaps, but made them both tremble strongly,
while they unloaded in a paroxysm of contractions.

Finally they let themselves go on the sofa, exhausted, shuddering,
sated. Their breathing, little by little went back to normal and their
heartbeat also gradually calmed down.

Sergio caressed Fabrizio's body, under him, "Holy shit, it's been a
fantastic fuck! You made me crazy with pleasure, boy. I never enjoyed a
fuck so much, up to now."

"Really?" the boy asked in a whisper, pleased, looking in his eyes.

"Yes, for real. You're the first who makes me feel how much you like
being fucked in your sweet ass. The other boys always put up a fuss,
they always play hard to get, make me beg, complain mine is too big, I
hurt them... they ask me to stop..."

"Well, yes, yours is really big and was hurting me... but I also enjoyed
it. You are a real man. Do you have many boys?"

"Well, I like boys your age, but it's not so easy to find one who's
game. I normally find them in the slot machine hall. But they come here
once, twice, and then... And not all of them let me fuck their little
asses as I like to. You, on the contrary... Will you come again to make
love with me?"

"I'd like to..."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, I had one, but now its two years I haven't anybody... And you?"

"No, I neither. I'd love if you were my boy. I love how you let me fuck
you."

"And I like how you fuck, even though it's also painful..."

"It's just a matter of getting used to it, you'll see. Gradually it will
be less painful and you'll feel more pleasure. Especially if we do it
often." Sergio said with a sly expression.

Fabrizio smiled and nodded, but said, "I won't have much time. You see,
school and boy-scouts..."

"But you live close to here. You can find an hour, now and again can't
you?"

"What time are you free?"

"Today I'm free because my shop is shut for the weekly closure. Usually,
anyway, I'm busy in shop opening hours - from one to three we are closed
for lunch, then at seven thirty I close."

"In the evening it will be difficult but possibly... well... when I come
out of school at one PM, I can at times come here. I'd like that."

"I too would like it a lot." Sergio said smiling at him in a
conspiratorial way and lightly caressing his naked body.

Fabrizio caressed the man's member, now at rest, "It's big even when
soft." He said in a tone of admiration.

"You like it?"

"Yes. And I like how you use it." The boy said with a mischievous
expression. Then added, "When you asked me to come to your place, I
didn't know it was to do that and I wasn't happy to come..."

"But are you happy now?"

"Yes, sure. I really needed to make love, after so a long time. Yes, I
really needed it." He repeated, happily.

"For a boy beautiful as you are, it should not be difficult to find, I
think. Who knows how many tried to hook you."

"No, not at all. You are the second one, ever. How can a boy find one he
likes? How can he understand?"

"Well, not every time one can understand. For instance I wasn't sure you
would be game. But I liked you so I tried. And I was lucky."

"But are there many who like to do it?"

"Gay, you mean? Well, I read we are about ten per cent of the
population, therefore every ten men you see, one should be game."

"Really? But which one in ten is the right one?" Fabrizio asked,
interested in that statement.

"Well, this is the difficult part. Also because possibly in ten there is
nobody, and in another ten there are two."

"In my classroom we are twenty-two, therefore, as one is me, there
should be another one."

"Theoretically yes, but who knows? And then, perhaps, the one who is gay
is not a good match, you don't like him or he doesn't like you."

"I'd like to know how to understand who..."

"At times some comments... or glances... But one can also be wrong.
Mainly amongst youths like you, there are also several who, even though
they are not gay, at times like trying it, especially with a friend. At
least until they find a girlfriend. Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No. And I don't think I'll ever have one, girls really don't appeal me
at all. I like boys and men. But you, Sergio, have you ever tried it
with a woman?"

"A couple of times, when I was a youth. But I saw I didn't really enjoy
it, I was not really aroused. I always have been aroused by boys."

"When and how did you realise?"

"I was fourteen. I was hitchhiking, in the summer. Once a car stopped
with three youths, they were between twenty and twenty-five-years-old.
They made me sit at the back near one of them. This one started touching
me between my legs - I was embarrassed, but also aroused. He then pulled
out his cock and asked me to lick it. I never had done such thing and
was also ashamed about the other two in front, but the one near me
forced me down... The two in front saw what was happening and laughed
and I was even more ashamed, but also more aroused. Then the one driving
stopped in a lateral side road, between the trees, so I had to take all
three of them, both in the ass and in the mouth. Well, I enjoyed it, in
spite of everything. That was my beginning. So then, I started to look
for others willing to do it."

"The first time you fucked a boy, how old were you?"

"Eighteen. He was fourteen, the son of family friends. We were at home
alone, I was helping him to do his homework, as he was not good at
school. Just for a joke I told him that if he didn't do the exercise
without mistakes, to punish him I would fuck his ass. And he said: who
says I don't like that? I can possibly make mistakes on purpose. So I
told him, still as a joke: well then, if you like it, I'll fuck your ass
only if you do not make even a small mistake. And he did his exercise
absolutely correctly, so he said: so now you have to fuck me, as you
promised. And lowered his trousers and briefs. I of course didn't let
that good opportunity go by. He later told me that for a year he'd been
letting a school mate fuck him."

"Were you together for a long time?"

"No, just a few months, because I had to leave for army service."

"Why do you like only boys my age?"

"I don't know. I like boys up to sixteen, seventeen years at most, if
they seem younger. But then they grow old..."

"Therefore in a year you will no longer be interested in me." Fabrizio
said with a quiet smile.

"But for the moment I like you a lot!"

"My little ass, you mean." The boy said with an ironic expression.

"Also, sure. But I also like your smile - it's the first thing that
attracted me to you."

"You have a quite beautiful body," the boy said caressing it, "I think
I'll put you in one of my drawings."

"Naked?"

"Sure, and while making sex. Perhaps with three boys at once. Would you
like that?" Fabrizio said with a mischievous tone.

"If they are like you, one will be enough. Will you let me see your
drawings, some day?"

"Yes, sure. When can we meet again?"

"Tomorrow, if you want. At one o'clock, here?"

"Good." Fabrizio said starting to put on his clothes.

He went home thinking of Sergio. He liked him, he had a virile body,
perhaps not so much beautiful, but erotic, seductive. He was glad he had
met him and was already thinking with longing for their next encounter
in less than twenty-four hours.

As he entered his home, he at once felt that something wasn't right. His
mother was sitting in the living with father Carlo and both had a
serious expression, very serious. He was asking himself what was up, if
between them something was not working, when his heart skipped a beat -
he saw on the table, in front of father Carlo, the folder of his secrete
drawings. Fabrizio stopped at the door with his head and heart in
turmoil, his eyes staring at the folder - he didn't dare to look at
their faces any more.

"Fabrizio, what does this means?" his mother asked in a low, anguished
voice, pointing to the folder.

In her voice there was no hardness, accusation, anger, just a kind of
deep sadness that hurt Fabrizio even more than a harsh word would have.

He didn't know how to answer, what to say. He understood it was useless
to deny the evidence. But what could he say? What could he say? At last,
after a silence that seemed endless, the boy said, with a hesitant
voice, "I... am gay... mum."

"How can you say such a thing?" The mother asked in an even lower voice.

"Because I like men, mum, only men."

"But you are a boy. What do you know about life?"

"Enough to have already had two men."

"You mean that... you did... those things?"

"Yes, mum. And I like doing them a lot."

"But they are not to be done!" the woman reacted with some vigor, but
more in a gentle tone than in a reproachful one.

"Mum... even what you and father Carlo do..." the boy started to say but
then became silent, biting his tongue - it was not what he really wanted
to say.

Father Carlo, for the first time, intervened, "He is right - there are
things that we say that are not to be done, and yet we do them."

"But that's different, you and I are a man and a woman. But between two
men... How can one do such things?"

"Mum, I didn't choose to be so - I'm that way and that's that. And its
now a while since I understood it, and I don't regret." Fabrizio said,
amazed to have the courage to say such things. He never thought about
it, before. But now, these words come out by themselves.

"But... people who... they have an unhappy, difficult life. Society
doesn't accept different people, you know it."

"It's society's problem, not mine."

"But you are so young, perhaps it's just a youth's curiosity. You will
possibly one day meet a good girl and change your mind. You are so
young..." the woman said, and she seemed almost trying to persuade
herself more than her son.

"It could be, mum, but for now it isn't so. I rather hope to meet a good
boy, who loves me, whom I love. I don't know what will become of me in
the future, sure, but..."

"I want for you a normal, happy life."

"Yes, mum, I know. And I possibly will have a happy life. But it's not
said that only a girl can give it to me."

"But you could never have a family, are you aware? You young people
never think about your future. Without a family, when you will become an
old man, you will find yourself alone..."

"I could find myself alone also if I married, mum, you know it." The boy
answered, gently.

"Where did I go wrong, in raising you?" the woman asked.

"You should not make yourself feel guilty, Natalina." Father Carlo said,
and then added, "Fabrizio is right - he didn't choose to be so, and it
has not been you to make him so. And if you really love him, I think you
should accept him as he is and not as you would like him to be."

Fabrizio looked with respect at the priest - he didn't think to find an
ally in him. And, he was sure, he was not saying these words because he
felt guilty for his relationship with his mother.

The woman slowly shook her head, but then said, "I don't know, I feel so
confused. I never suspected that my Fabrizio was... had this problem.
You never told me, Fabri... Why?"

"Mum, it's difficult to talk about such things. Especially for a boy to
an adult. And then, for me, it wasn't a problem. It isn't a problem. I'm
that way and that's it. The problem doesn't exist, for me, really."

"But... and do you have a... friend, now?" the woman asked in a hesitant
voice, looking in his eyes.

"Not really. I don't yet know if... if it will be anthing serious, but I
don't think so. And then, I'm still very young. I have one with whom...
there is intimacy." The boy said searching for words that he felt could
hurt his mother less.

"I know him?"

"No, mum."

"Is he a good boy, at least? One of your school mates?"

"No... he seems to be a good guy. You must not worry about me, mum.
Really."

"I don't know, everything is so strange. I thought I knew you and
instead..."

"Mum, you know me better than any other person."

"And yet..."

"Natalina, no one of us can ever know another a thousand on a thousand,
not even his own son... or his own partner..." father Carlo said with a
gentle voice. And continued, "But this doesn't mean that there is
something weird, wrong. Fabrizio is your son, sure, but he is a
different reality, outside you. He is growing up and it's just natural
that he gradually makes his own life independent from you."

"Yes, just natural." The woman said in a very low voice.

"Can I have my drawings back?" Fabrizio asked, hesitant.

"Here they are." Father Carlo said giving him the folder. The mother
looked at him somewhat astounded but said nothing. The priest then said,
"By the way, Fabrizio, besides the subject, they are really well done.
You should spend your talents in a better way."

Fabrizio took back his folder without replying. Having had to face his
mother, to affirm what he believed right against her opinions, had tired
him incredibly. That never happened before and still he was asking
himself where he found the strength. He asked if he could go to his
room. His mother nodded. Fabrizio put the folder on his desk, pulled off
his shoes and threw himself on the bed, on his belly, feeling exhausted.

He was sorry to have pained his mother, he was sorry he'd clashed with
her. He felt torn - should he possibly go there and ask her forgiveness?
And yet he couldn't lie to his mother, he could not deny he felt no
interest for girls, he couldn't deny he was aroused, attracted only by
men. And then, now it was done - he had no longer had anything to hide
from his mother... or almost nothing. Could he for instance tell her
that just a little before he had been in the house of a man who was
twice his age, and let this man fuck him, and that he never enjoyed it
so much before? Well, after all, his mother didn't tell him what she did
in bed with father Carlo, did she? No. He would not tell her everything
and anything, but at least he had no longer had to tell her lies if he
met someone or if, one day, he fell in love with someone.

But the sadness he felt in his mother pained him. Would it be just a
question of time? He hoped so. It was the first time in his life that
someone was pained because of him, moreover this someone was the most
beloved person he had in the world.

Fabrizio fell asleep so, plunged into these thoughts, worn-out by the
day's emotions.

Later, his mother called him for supper. Father Carlo was still there.
The priest tried to liven up the evening talking of this and that, but
both Fabrizio and his mother were engrossed in their thoughts.

The day after Fabrizio, at school, all the morning long asked to himself
if he should go to Sergio's home or not. At the end decided to go, but
only to explain to him hat he could not stay.

When he rang the doorbell, the man came to open with a wide smile, made
him enter and at once embraced and kissed him, caressing him in an
intimate way, excited. Fabrizio was repeating to himself that he had to
talk with him, to explain to him what happened the day before, but the
evident desire of the man drew away all his force and he let himself go
at Sergio's warm caresses, letting the man undress him.

Sergio, this time, guided him to his bedroom and pushed the boy, already
naked and aroused, making him lie on the bed. Sergio spread Fabrizio's
legs and pushed them against his chest, kneeled in front of his little
spread ass and at once started to abundantly lube it.

"I was longing for you to come, Fabrizio. I thought of you all the
morning long, about this moment..." the man told him, his eyes glossy
with desire, "at your beautiful little ass ready to receive me. Is it
not true that you want me inside your nice ass?"

"Yes, I want you inside me..." the boy sincerely murmured, excited by
the man's excitement.

"You like being fucked by me, don't you?" the man insisted applying the
tip of his member hard like steel on the palpitating hole.

"Yes, I like it..."

"I too like taking you a lot..." Sergio said starting to push it inside
him, "giving it all to you..." he added slipping inside him with a
strong continuous pressure, enjoying the boy's expression, while he was
filling him.

It was the first time that Fabrizio was taken in that position, from the
front, and he liked seeing the lust shining in the eyes of the man
engrossed in savouring the sensations he was feeling in fucking, in
entering the welcoming, tight hole of the boy.

He forgot his problems, he was only enjoying the firm, strong, virile
body hanging over him, moving inside him in rhythm, squeezing him,
caressing him, exciting him in a thousand ways. Forgetting his problems,
the boy started to participate with passion, giving the man a growing
pleasure. They moved in unison, savouring, each in his way, the
passionate union.

"It's even better than yesterday, Fabrizio. You drive me crazy with
pleasure, do you know that?"

"You do too. I like you." The boy murmured, his voce broken by the
intensity of the pleasure.

After they made love, they remained on the bed for a while, embraced,
relaxing. Then Fabrizio told Sergio what happened the evening before,
when he went back home.

The man listened, and then said, "After all you are lucky. If my parents
ever knew, or just guessed about me, first would have given me a good
beating and then possibly, would have thrown me out of home."

"But why? It is not our fault if we are this way. Why everybody has to
be so cruel to us?"

"I don't know. But it has not always been so. And perhaps, little by
little, things will change again. Today, by law, you would not have
problems, but I would be considered a corruptor of minors. In ancient
Greece, it would have been possibly your family to ask me to make love
to you."

"You a corruptor of minors? But you didn't corrupt me! What nonsense."

"But it is so, according to our law. Are you aware that you could even
report me and send me to jail? You are not yet sixteen. Or your mother
could report me."

"No... you don't run such a risk with me." Fabrizio seriously said.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER THREE

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