Date: Fri, 04 May 2007 14:53:08 +0200 From: A.K. Subject: Luminous Encounters 08/13 (Adult Youth) ---------------------------- LUMINOUS ENCOUNTERS by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2007 written on October 12, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by John ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "LUMINOUS ENCOUNTERS" 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. ----------------------------- CHAPTER 8 Dario entered Saverio's shop. A nice young salesclerk welcomed him with a radiant smile. "Good morning. May I help you?" "May I speak to Verio, please?" "At present he is in the laboratory, upstairs. Should I call him?" "Yes, please." "Who should I say is asking for him?" "Curley, just say Curley." "Ah... good..." After a while Verio came downstairs to the shop. "Oh, what a pleasure! You finally decided to come to see me after so many months! How are you? How is life going? I've heard that you have the first place at the Jazz Tour, correct?" "Yes, and at this point we can say we have the victory at hand. Just four more weeks and all with bands that are less good than ours. Listen, for the prize ceremony I would like to have a new outfit, so I thought of you. You also work with leather, don't you?" "Yes, sure. Do you already have a model in mind?" "Not really. Maybe you can suggest something?" "Well... yes. White hide with silver studs and black strings. Tight trousers, with openings on the sides from the waist down to the ankles. Closed with crossed strings, in black leather. Coat made like a double trapeze, without sleeves, still in white leather, open on the shoulders and sides and also with crossed black strings. Navel not covered. Soft ankle-boots in black leather and cyclist gloves also in black. And last a soft beret of black leather. What do you think?" "Mmhh, it seems interesting. Could you draw me a fashion-plate to understand all the details better?" "Sure. Give me just a couple of days. I have found a white hide that is a wonder, soft, elastic, strong. Really beautiful. It will fit you like a glove and you will look naked although being clothed. You will make girls and boys have a heart attack, believe me. Under it, of course, you will wear nothing. If you come upstairs I can take your measurements." While taking his measurements, Saverio touched him several times in a provoking way. "Stop it, Verio..." Dario said, laughing. "But why? You know I like you, don't you? I would like taking its measurements when it is turned on, but with my mouth..." "Come on, stop it. Isn't your shop assistant enough for you?" "That one? No... He is but a little queen. He is just good to give me a blow job once in a while, just to calm me down when I am too horny. He is not bad, I have to admit it, but... Moreover, you stole my Lallo! I have to be paid back, haven't I? "I didn't steal you Lallo. You weren't lovers, were you!" "No, you are right. But I miss him. He was so hot... Come on... Would you like putting it in my mouth or in my ass better?" the man insisted, caressing him between his legs. "Nowhere. I am with Lallo at present, you know that." "Well, don't tell me that you never cuckold each other, once in a while..." "Precisely so, not even once." Saverio was continuing to caress his basket where was starting to show a half erection. Dario pushed his hand away. "Stop it, or you will force me to a change of tailor!" he threatened, half serious. "But it was becoming hard. I don't like leaving work only half done..." "I don't feel like it, really, Verio!" "Didn't you enjoy it, there on the river island?" "Yes, sure, you have a nice body, really virile... and it was very good. But now I need you as a tailor, not as a male." "But at this point I'm aroused..." "If you want, I'll tell your shop assistant to come upstairs..." Dario answered giggling. "I think you'll have to... You aroused me so much..." While Dario was leaving the shop he got a glimpse of Saverio hurriedly pushing his shop assistant upstairs, and he smiled... When Dario saw the fashion-plate drawing, he approved the design, but asked to change the black hide with a mouse-color one. Saverio approved the change and started to tailor the pattern. When the white hide outfit was made, it was really very beautiful. Dario wore it at home to let Lallo see it and his friend's eyes widened. "Oh, shit! So everybody will jump on you as soon as you go on stage! Goodness, how you do turn me on! You'd better pull off out, now and we'll make love, or else I'll tear it off of you!" "No, please, it's very expensive, you know?" "But who can resist you like this? Swear that you'll wear it only on stage! Neither before nor after. Swear it!" "Alright, alright, I swear it..." Dario answered laughing and starting to pull the hide outfit off. "Lallo, go and put a milk bottle outside, or we risk finding Luca here..." "I don't care! I want you now!" "Either you go to put out the bottle or I 'll go, naked as I am." Dario threatened. "Okay, okay, I'll go... start getting onto the bed, I'll be back in a flash!" Going back to the bedroom Lallo undressed leaving behind him a trail of clothes. "Oh, Curley, you are making me lose control!" he said going onto the bed and starting to make love with him at once. The Jazz Tour ended and the Mad Boys won the first prize. The Angels of Naples were third. Second where the Si Larri of Cagliari. For the prize-giving concert, broadcast by the second channel of RAI, the public TV service, Dario wore his new white hide outfit, in which he also appeared on the following European tour as well on the covers of their CDs, disks and cassettes. They earned several million; signed many contracts and hired Steno as their regular producer. Lallo could not follow them in the tour as his job didn't allow it. At the beginning of the tour, Marcello and Tania married. Gustavo split with Letizia and Luca started a relationship with Gianna, Steno's young nephew and his secretary, who followed them on the tour. So Dario again shared a room with Gustavo. "Hell, Curley, your white hide costume is a knockout! You made us all disappear..." his friend told him on one of the first nights at the hotel, as they were hitting the sack. "No, your costumes are really beautiful too..." "But yours is sexier. I think I have to go and see Verio, to ask him to do one for me too, next time." "Also Marce's costume is really sexy..." "Yes, you are right. The short red waistcoat open in front shows off his torso..." "Also his trousers, so tight on his pelvis and open under, fit him well. Tania has a really good taste." "Yes, but she wants him to wear a cup protector like dancers. Yours, instead, is almost visible... the real thing! It's way more erotic. Moreover the white... so pure and perverse!" Dario giggled, "Pure and perverse?" "Yes, just like you!" "Perverse, I? Pure, I? Neither of them, I think." "You... you are innocent like a child, but you make people horny like an odalisque!" "Stop it!" "No no. I can see how everybody undresses you with their eyes, boys and girls. But you are also innocent, as you show off... without exibitionism. You would make even a marble statue horny!" "Did you notice what a press coverage Steno put on for us?" "Yes... he knows his job. But don't change the subject, now." "But what more is there to say? I'm sexy, alright. I'm pure and perverted, alright. And then?" "... and then, I didn't cool off, you know?" "What?" "Don't pretend you don't understand." "No, but... it's only because you have split with Letizia..." "No, she doesn't matter." "But... I really don't understand why you two split." "She was talking too much about marriage. And she played the wife-mother too much. 'Put on the vest, change your socks, eat a nice egg...' I became annoyed, simply, I had enough!" "And in bed... how was she?" "Hot. And rather uninhibited. But for a couple there isn't just the bed, right? Moreover she was jealous." "Jealous? Were you giving her reason to be?" "No, absolutely not! But if I just exchanged two words with a girl, she at once catapulted herself there and caterwauled - don't leave me alone, my love! And how she was underlining that 'my', almost to tell the other girl - beware, he is already kept, he is private property. It has lasted too long - eight months!" "But don't you miss her, now?" "Nooo... for the one you lose, a thousand more are waiting for you. And they can also wait, for the moment. I'm not like Marce, not I. He is a homely guy." "But they fit well together, he and Tania. They are a great couple." "Yes, Tania is clever." "And good-hearted." "Yes, that too. And Marce says that in bed... she is a bomb!" "Good. I'm glad." "Do you miss Lallo?" "A little. In bed he's a bomb too. And not only in bed. I get on very well with him." "But are you in love?" "More or less. We like each other very much, see?" "More than friends but less than lovers?" "Yes, possibly. But we are faithful to each other, like two lovers." "If it was possible... would you marry him?" "No, not yet, I think." "Mmhh, I guessed so." "Oh, really? And why?" "Bah... just feelings. Anyway, Lallo is really likeable. I'm sorry he couldn't come. Sorry for you, I mean." After a long silence, Gusavo asked, "Are you sleeping?" "Not yet." "Would you promise me you'll not get furious if I tell you something?" "Alright, spit it out." "Luca told me that once you and he started to... to do things..." "Yes, it's true." "But that you then wanted him to stop it." "Yes, right." "Because, he says, he was not ready to... to put himself on the same level with you." "That's so." "What did you mean exactly?" "That he was expecting from me what straight men usually expect from a gay person - 'make me enjoy myself, but for you, that's your own lookout', do you understand?" "You mean him getting a blow job or fucking your ass, but not giving a blow job and not taking it in the ass?" "Yes, more or less. Or also simply wanking each other, just to get a load off." "Yes, I see. Luca says you were right. That his request was not fair towards you." "Just so." "Are you sorry that Luca told me?" "No, not at all. We all are friends, aren't we?" "Yes. Do you know that Mario tried it with me?" "Mario... who?" "The waiter of the Tuscane restaurant. Almost two years ago." "That's weird. I thought he was chasing after me. He was treating you with some aloofness." "Because of my refusal. And possibly he didn't try it with you because he was afraid to get another no." "How did he try it with you?" "Yes, as soon as you weren't with me. He told me that I really am a handsome boy, likeable and so on. At first I didn't even understand. Then he asked me if I wanted to wait for him after lunch, as he wanted to offer to take me to the movies. I told him yes and thought he possibly felt lonely and was just trying to be friends. But in the theatre he put a hand on my basket and asked me if I was game. I told him no, because I don't like doing it with boys... And so all was over. And after that he was, towards me... well, not cold but possibly just embarassed." "I see. Only Mario tried it with you?" "No, several others. In a more or less explicit way... After I was seventeen..." "And you never tried it?" "No, never. I wasn't even turned on." "So, then...?" "With you? With you it's different. I'm not able to tell you why, but it's different. Possibly because you are a friend, possibly because you are so much more handsome than the others, possibly because we are together so often... But you... you turn me on. And with you... I wouldn't be like Luca... with you... I would try everything... at the same level, do you understand?" Dario said nothing. Gustavo remained silent too. On the following days, during the tour, they never went back to that subject. But when they were undressing to hit the sack, Dario was conscious of his friend's glances and half-erections. Some nights Gustavo didn't go back to the hotel. At times he hooked, or better to say, he was hooked by a girl. The tour lasted for two months. At times Dario managed to call Lallo. Not to make his family suspicious, he made Roberta call him, and she willingly consented and, when Lallo was on the line, she passed the receiver to him. Both Gianna and her uncle, Steno, had accepted without the least problem that Dario was gay and Lallo was his boyfriend. From some talk and hints that Steno had made, Dario thought that the man, at least when he was young, could have had some bisex experiences. In fact he had lived for three years with a couple of dancers, husband and wife, older than him, who had introduced him to show business. And almost certainly in those three years Steno had been the lover of both of them. He also suspected that the three always slept together. Dario did not go into it thoroughly, neither did he raise questions, but he was almost certain he had correctly interpreted the relationship of Steno with that couple. Steno never married. But none of them ever saw him withdraw or flirt with either men or women. Luca once asked to his friends, "But in your opinion, does Steno have a sex life?" Marcello answered, "Ask Gianna, she possibly knows." "No, I asked her. She says that for what she remembers, she never saw him with anybody." "And yet he is a handsome man, and not so old." "He has possibly reached the peace of his senses..." Roberta commented. Marcello smiled. Gustavo, who had listened in silence to that exchange of opinions, said, "I don't think it possible. He is probably very discreet. We don't see him all the day long, do we? Moreover he is of another generation..." "Be that as it may," Dario added, "he has always been very correct with me and Lallo. And whether he fucks or not, after all, is only his business. The important thing for us is that he is a good producer, a very good one." This stopped the discussion about Steno. The tour had been a success and when it was over, Steno gave to each member of the band an album with the clippings of all the newspapers and magazines that had written about them. Back home, Dario at once looked for Lallo. They met and Lallo spent all the week-end with him, and they made love often, almost as if to retrieve the two months of separation. "Did you miss me, Lallo?" "Yes, even too much. Did you have some adventures?" "What? Are you joking?" "If you did... I would understand..." "Why, did you have adventures, perhaps?" "No, of course not... but two month is a long time. They seemed never to pass. And I know how they look at you during the concerts, and how they flirt with you, after them..." "Lallo, you know that I am faithful to you, don't you?" "Yes, sure. But sometimes... flesh is weak. We are not rag dolls..." " So it was heavy waiting for me, then?" "Yes, very much so. And in a short while there will be the summer vacation... and so we have to be far away again..." "Why, won't you come with me?" "I can't. I had to promise to my parents I'd go to the village with them." "But I... I thought we would go together. I was thinking to the Canary Islands, you and I..." "It would be beautiful... but you know how it is..." "No, I don't know how it is. You are twenty-six, shit! Is it possible that you are not able to have your own life? To part from your family? We can have a home together... I now have enough money, and we can leave this flat to Gustavo, and..." "No, Curley. I don't feel like... they would find it weird if I go and live with a man. They would understand that I'm gay..." "And so? Let them understand! Will you be a prisoner of your family all your life long? Should we go on meeting in secret, hiding? I don't like that, Lallo. I want to live with you, at this point..." "Give me a bit more time, please. I too would like living with you. You know how much I like being with you, don't you?" "Yes... but you have to make a decision, for once!" "Will you think of me, when you are in the Canaries?" "What would I do there alone? No. If Gus wants me, I will go with him." Dario answered, somewhat sullen. Gustavo had not yet made plans and accepted the idea of spending their holidays together with pleasure. So they decided to go to spend three weeks in Scotland, touring all of it. When they were back, Dario looked for Lallo, who told him that he had thought about the problem... But he didn't feel like leaving his family. Dario was deeply disappointed. They discussed the subject for a long time, but this had only the effect of increasing the tension between them. Also their love making suffered from that. Thus, unavoidably, they concluded with the decision to leave each other. Dario felt rather embittered and only the closeness of the friends and the resumption of their performances helped him to gradually recover. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 9 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. If someone wants to read them, the URL is http://andrejkoymasky.com If you want to send me feed-back, or desire to help revising my English translations, so that I can put on-line more of my stories in English please e-mail at andrej@andrejkoymasky.com ---------------------------