Date: Tue, 17 Jul 2007 20:43:57 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: A thousand loves, One Love 3/11 (Beginnings)

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A THOUSAND LOVES, ONE LOVE
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2007
written on October 25, 1993
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by John

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"A THOUSAND LOVES, ONE LOVE" 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 3 - Interesting encounters

He had not to wait too long. The Wednesday evening he received a service
tag "N/Fri/10:00/4/1h/206". And the Thursday he received a second one,
"N/Fri/14:15/3/2h/193".

Good, already two requests. He took his pocket diary and on Friday page
he wrote the two numbers, the 206 and the 193, leaving the space to add
what he would do with the two customers.

Friday morning he met 206. He was a stout, but not fat, man and hairy.
For a start, the client had Matteo give him a long blow-job. He had an
average, nicely hard tool. Matteo worked him for a long time. When he
felt he was about coming, he accelerated, but the man stopped him and
teased his ass-hole. He let him do so and caressed his body. The man
seemed to appreciate the caresses and become even more excited. After a
while he had Matteo lie on his belly, spread his legs and he knelt
between them, starting to work on his anus with his fingers. Matteo
shuddered and pushed his pelvis upwards to make him understand he was
liking his touches. Then the man put the tip of his pole on the hole and
laid onto the boy, thus penetrating him. Then, keeping him tight in his
arms, started to vigorously toss on top of him, fucking him with
resolute strokes, for a long time.

Matteo admired his stamina. He asked himself who could he be, how old he
was, if he was a married man or not, while the other was going on
pumping inside him with some fervour. Matteo pushed his pelvis upwards
to meet each stroke to give the client, but also himself, a greater
pleasure. Doing so, his own turgid member was brushing against the soft
sheet, in a rather agreeable massage.

After a while, the man slipped out of him, made him turn on his back,
sat on his chest and feed him with his member. Matteo started to
conscientiously suck it again. He could just see him indistinctly,
towering above him, a dark and dim silhouette. Then the man made him lie
on his belly again and pierced him as before, starting again to fuck him
vigorously. He went on so, alternating, energetically fucking him in the
mouth and in the ass with increasing transport, without emitting a
sound, without saying a word.

Matteo was asking himself how long his first client he would go on in
that way. He seemed to have an inexhaustible, tireless energy. But the
soft lights flickered - it was the signal. Thus the man started to fuck
him with more strength and speed and finally unloaded in his ass,
filling it with a set of jets that seemed they would never end... The
client finally got up from him and for the first time spoke, "'T was
good. You can go."

Matteo said good bye and went out. He went to take a shower and found a
colleague there.

"Hi Matteo. How was your number?"

"An excellent fucker. And yours?"

"Mine... he likes to imagine it is his son fucking him... I have to call
him Dad while I fuck his ass..." the boy laughed.

They dried, dressed and went back to the hotel together. They went to
the bar to have a drink. After each performance, they had right to half
an hour to relax.

"Is he your regular client that... that Dad?" Matteo asked him.

"Yes, he comes twice each month. He always does it with the lights on. I
have to enter and tell him - Dad, what the hell are you doing there all
naked? Aren't you ashamed? And you have even a hard on, filthy pig! Now
I'll show you... and so on, or something similar. And he enjoys that
like a madman."

"He must have some complex, that man..."

"Possibly not. He could even just amuse himself so. At times odd
speeches come out... I have to play impromptu, with him. Anyway it
always ends with me fucking his ass, and I have to get down to it, he
likes to be fucked hard... You're new here, aren't you?"

"The one I just did is my first service."

"Ah. You'll see, at the beginning you will feel it rather amusing, but
in the long run it becomes boring to die for."

"Really? It's a long time you're working here?"

"Almost three years."

"But... how old are you?"

"I'm of age this year."

"So you started working here at eighteen? Didn't you do your military
service?"

"No, because I'm the only son of a widowed mother; my father died at
war. With the salary I get here, I support my mother. All the extras are
for me."

"When did you have sex the first time... with a man?"

"I? I was thirteen, with a soldier, an American. For two chocolate bars.
He was a mulatto, incredibly beautiful, he seemed like a movie actor...
I would have gone with him even for free..."

"But did you already know you liked males, when you went with him?"

"Sure, but I never got up the courage to try. You know, just some
hand-jobs with my school mates... mere trifles. That soldier was pissing
against a wall and noticed I was looking at his tool. He smiled and made
me the gesture to draw nearer. I couldn't understand what he was saying,
but I was fascinated. He took me inside his military truck, in the back,
under the tarpaulin that he closed. Once there he lowered my shorts,
made me bend ninety degrees and shoved  his rod in my little ass. It was
painful but also strangely good, you know, pain and pleasure at once,
something weird. After him I started to ask all the soldiers I liked for
some chocolate bars and more than one, besides the chocolate, gave me
what I hoped for... in my mouth or ass... I liked it more and more and
so I decided to learn American. And I also learned to understand by the
way they were looking at me which of them wanted to do it with me. I
became pretty skilled and also started to earn good money... I learned
how to make them enjoy it without coming myself, so that I could satisfy
several of them on the same day.

"Then... one of them fell in love with me... His name was Tim, he was
from Illinois, he was a boy, young, he could have been barely twenty
years old. He had fair and curly hair. I was not in love with him, but
he treated me like a little prince, he was handsome and made me enjoy
it... so I became his steady boyfriend and stopped going with the
others. That happened when I was fifteen. We were together for a little
more than a year, then he had to go back to the States. He wanted me to
go with him... but I didn't feel I could. He cried when I told him no...
and he left, alone.

"He is now in the States, where he has a lover. He writes to me every
year, for Christmas and for my birthday. His lover is a Puerto Rican boy
who, he says, resembles me. They've been living together now for four
years, and they have a gasoline stand..."

"Do you regret you didn't go with him?"

"No. Even though in bed he was fantastic, I can assure you. Because to
him it was not just an outlet, he was homosexual like me and moreover he
was in love with me, you see? And he liked me so very much..."

In the afternoon Matteo prepared to meet his second client. When, all
naked, he was in the room, the man drew near him, still all clothed, and
explored all his body.

"For these two hours, you have to be my lover, you have to tell me you
are in love with me, is that clear?"

"Yes, sir..."

"No, no formality! Now undress me and tell me you were longing to meet
me, you desire me."

"What should I call you?"

"Love. You just call me love..."

"Yes, love. At last you are here. You see, I was waiting for you already
all naked, for you..." Matteo said, trying to identify with the
character.

"Yes... do you desire me?"

Oh, right... "Yes, I desire you crazily. Let me undress you, I want you
naked, I want to feel your bare skin... I want you..." and gropingly he
searched for the buttons and started to undress him. He could feel him
quiver, his breath becoming heavy, full of desire. "Finally alone,
finally you and I, alone... I love you, I want you!"

"Will you make me yours?" the client asked.

Good, he wants to be fucked, Matteo thought. "Sure, of course I want
you! I'm eager to take you, to make you again mine!"

"Where do you want to shove that hard, beautiful rod, my love?" the
client asked.

Oh my god, and where does he want it, this one, Matteo thought, but
answered, "All in your mouth, right down to your throat..."

"Oh, yeah! And you too will suck my little willy, won't you?

"Sure, my love, you know how much I like it, don't you? Here, come on
the bed, lie down, so we can now do a nice sixty-nine..." so much for a
little willy, Matteo thought while lying on top of him upside down, his
tool is bigger than mine!

The client panted, "And where will you put it, later?"

This time he couldn't be wrong, "Right to the end inside your nice,
sweet ass, my love!"

"You will not hurt me, will you?"

"Of course not... you know how much I love you..." Matteo answered and
filled his mouth with all of the good thing his client had between his
legs.

Also the man started to suck him, really skilfully. "Do you like that,
love?" he asked Matteo with a short pause.

"Yes. You know you are driving me crazy for pleasure, don't you?" Matteo
answered.

The man was applying himself almost if it was he the one paid to give
pleasure to Matteo.

After a while, Matteo risked to say, "Turn, my love, I now want to shove
all of it inside your delightful little ass..."

"Oh, yeah! Let me feel how much do you love me, how much do you want
me..." the man panted, hurriedly going on all his fours, then whined,
"But don't hurt me. Yours is so big... and so hard..."

"No, I will not hurt you. It will be good, you will see. I'll make you
enjoy it as you never did before, my love..."

Matteo sank into him with no effort at all, and started to gently pound
into him, with slow and long in and out.

"Oh... oh... that's too good... so, my love... so..." the client panted.

"Yes, my love, so... You like feeling all of it inside you, don't you?"

"Yes, it's beautiful. But you do love me, don't you?"

"I adore you and crazily desire you. You can feel how much I like you,
can't you?"

They went on in this way, for a long time. As the man had paid for two
hours, Matteo was working so as not to come too fast. But the man was
tossing his ass, tightening his sphincter, so that Matteo's excitement
was increasing at dizzy speed. Clearly the man wanted him to come, so
that at one point Matteo was no longer able to control himself and
started to fuck his client with energy and vigour. The man seemed to
appreciate it very much.

"Ah, yeah, so! What a great male you are, powerful, strong... Oh god how
good! You are making me come, so... oh, love, you are making me come..."
the client moaned and really came, without having even touched himself.

His contractions gave the start to Matteo who finally unloaded inside
the man. They both collapsed, panting, on the bed, Matteo on top of his
client. The man had him lie on his back and started to lick all his
body, until Matteo became once again aroused.

Then the boy proposed, "Let's do a nice sixty-nine again, love. Would
you like to?"

"Oh yeah!" the man answered and at once plunged to take it in his mouth
again.

Also Matteo turned to reach between his thighs and started to suck it
again, with a will. As they both had just come, this time it took a long
while to come again. And when they reached the orgasm, also the client
greedily swallowed all the tasty seed until there was no more...

And now, what can we do? Matteo asked himself.

"Embrace me, love..." the client said.

Good. He embraced and cuddled him, starting to whisper him sweet words,
and the man seemed to be in his seventh heaven.

While he was playing the part of the "lover", Matteo was thinking it was
sad having to pay to hear that he was loved... Who knows what was the
story of that client? By the voice, and the body, he seemed to be young,
possibly only a few years older than him.

"Love, are you happy being here with me?" At one point Matteo asked him.

"O yeah! And Dad suspects nothing." The other answered.

"No, he suspects nothing." Matteo said, obliging.

"He wants me to marry, do you know?"

"But I will love you forever, even if you will have to marry..." Matteo
dared to say.

They talked in a low voice for a while and Matteo didn't know what more
he could say when, fortunately, the light flickered, so telling that the
two hours were almost over.

"Love, I have to go, now..." Matteo whispered.

"Yes, unhappily." The man said, letting him go.

At the door Matteo, impulsively, said, "See you, love... I will miss
you..."

"Oh yeah..." the man whined.

Matteo closed the dressing room door behind him. The light suddenly
switched on and Matteo blinked, and felt the light to be stronger than
usual, after the two hours of almost darkness...

While he was showering, he thought back of the unknown client and felt
sympathy for him. It was so different from the  cruising as he was used
to until then. That thick gloom didn't only hide faces, identities, but
also problems or even dramas. What an odd thing it was asking an unknown
person, paid hourly, to call him "love"...

On Saturday Matteo didn't have customers, but got three on Sunday, one
in the morning and two in the afternoon. The one of the morning paid for
two hours, and Matteo had to brush and push with his hard member all
over his body, even in the ears, the navel, under the armpits and, of
course in his mouth and ass, while saying swearwords to him. And at the
end of that extenuating marathon, he had to ejaculate on his face, while
the man was furiously masturbating himself.

In the afternoon, he had almost normal sex with the first, with the
light on, and they fucked each other. And at the end the client said
him, "You fuck nicely, boy. We'll meet again."

The second one kept the light on too. He wanted to play the colonel and
the soldier. The client was playing a colonel who profits from a young,
naive soldier subjecting him to odd practices, until the soldier becomes
furious, put his colonel's ass on air and fucks him badly... Matteo
played the required part with a will. When the lights flickered, he was
still vigorously fucking him but the orgasm seemed not to come. So
Matteo  simulated it, stiffening and moaning, pushing in with energy...
and the customer fell for it and seemed satisfied.

When, before going back home, Matteo passed at Giorgio's office to get
the three cash envelopes, the manager paid him compliments.

"Clients are happy with you, Matteo. The 127 wanted also leave a tip for
you - you will find it in the envelope with the normal amount."

It was the first one in the afternoon, the most normal of the three...

Giorgio went on, "I think you'll have great success and we will increase
your rate, so we will earn more money, you and us. Anyway we will see
how it goes over the next days."

At home that evening Matteo did his accounts - he was satisfied. In just
two days of extras and five of the normal job, he had already earned
more than half the monthly wage... if he went on like that he would be
rich in a short time! So it would be better, on the following day, to go
to a bank and open a savings account.

On Monday he got just one client, none on Tuesday as it was his free
day, two on Wednesday, four on Thursday, one on Friday, again the silent
number 206, three on Saturday and three on Sunday. Monday was again his
free day.

On Tuesday he had only one client, the 418, who like many of them kept
the room in the dark. He seemed to be a mature man, with some paunch but
a strong body. He had a good tool that he made him suck for a while.
Then he fucked Matteo coming in his ass, and finally wanted to be fucked
by Matteo, spurring him, talking with a Roman accent, "Get down to work
lad, down to work..."

That day Matteo took no notes of the 418, even though, as he always did,
he wrote down what he liked to do and how. The 206 came again, and
Matteo liked him more and more, then also the 418 asked for him again.
He once more made Matteo suck him for a good while, then fucked him and
at last asked Matteo to fuck him hard. That time Matteo felt that the
man had two rings at his finger, a wedding ring and a guard-ring with a
stone.

The 418 liked to be fucked with his legs in the air, and while Matteo
was hammering into his firm and big ass, the man pinched his nipples and
spurred him, "You're a little bull, yes, a real bull in heat! Go on,
mount me, make me feel all of it!" Matteo felt tempted to say that if he
was a bull, the man was a real cow, but said nothing, afraid to offend
him.

Between the new customers, Matteo was required by the 502. He was a tall
and lean man, and had a huge member that at first made Matteo worry a
lot. But luckily, the man didn't try to penetrate him but just brushed
it against his body. He then liked to go down on all fours and then
Matteo had to first stand before him and let the man suck him, then he
had to kneel behind the man and fuck him in the ass. And the man liked
to be roundly abused.

"Suck it, you pig! Spread your buttocks, bitch! You like my cock, don't
you, filthy cow?" and so on. When Matteo had unloaded in him, be it in
his ass or mouth, the man didn't care, he had to lie down and the man
brushed against his body until he came on his belly or his chest, while
Matteo was going on insulting him, "You're a real swine, a son of a
bitch! You spilt your goo all on my body, disgusting pig!"

The 502 also became one of his steady clients. But the ones who more
often required his services where the 206 and the 418. Matteo liked the
206 a lot and each time he saw his number on the service-tab, he at once
felt excited and filled with hankering for him.

After a few months he was working at the Hellas Hotel, Giorgio Monito
increased his rate by twenty-five per cent but this didn't get a
decrease in the number of his customers, and specially the habitual ones
continued to ask for him.

Every three months all the employees had to undergo a medical check-up,
and every six months also a blood test, but none of them never got
venereal diseases from a client.

After working for a year, Matteo already had a tidy sum at the bank. For
the holidays he went back to Quinto, to see his parents. Three weeks
without sex were good for him. He brought a present for all the family
members and his parents were proud that their Matteo worked in a four
star hotel in Milan.

In those three weeks he also sun-bathed, lightly tanning. He saw his old
friends and school mates again, he did a tour of all his relatives,
invited for lunch by one or another of them. He rested and relaxed, but
at the end he was just longing to go back to Milan, to his little flat
and his work, to his habitual or new clients.

When he was at last back in Milan, as he still had a free day he thought
of visiting his friend in reception with whom at times he had had sex.
He took the tramway and went to his home. He didn't know if he would
find him home, but he had called at the hotel and they said him he had
his day off.

He rang the bell. His colleague came to open the door wearing just a
dressing gown, and seeing him, appeared surprised.

"Oh, it's you, Matteo!"

"Am I disturbing you?"

"No... no, come in... I was just waiting for someone else..."

"If you want I can go, without ceremonies..."

"No way, no, come in."

"Somebody I know?"

"No, he's a boy I met three weeks ago."

"Something serious?"

"I don't yet know. It seems so, but..."

"When he comes I'll leave you alone, then."

"No, you can stay for a while. I would be glad for you two to meet, so
afterwards you can tell me what you think of him..."

They chatted for a while, until the door-bell rang again. His friend
went to open it and went back to the small living with the boy he had
talked about. As soon as the boy entered the room, Matteo stood up,
amazed - it was his former Sicilian comrade! They both recognized each
other at once and after a very short initial embarrassment, they warmly
greeted each other.

"You two already know each other?"

"Yes, we did our military service together..." Matteo said.

"And not only the military service..." the Sicilian boy added with a
crafty smile.

"You mean that you two..."

"At times we amused ourselves with each other..." the Sicilian merrily
said.

"Were you lovers?" the colleague asked them.

"No. He was having it off with others as well... and I too, to tell the
truth. But at times we liked doing it with each other." The young
Sicilian explained.

"And so, you are now together?" Matteo asked.

The Sicilian nodded but said, "We are trying. But you see, before really
staying together, there are two conditions. I have to stop running after
girls, and he has to change his job."

"But would you renounce  girls? Really?" Matteo asked him, remembering
how much the Sicilian loved the other half of the sky.

"I really think so. I feel very good with him. And anyway, if I married,
I should be faithful to one only girl, isn't it so? And thus renounce
all the others, girls or boys. Thus, for him, I can renounce both to
girls and boys... But only if he changes his job, you see?"

They chatted some more, then Matteo left them alone.

As he had had sex with both of them, Matteo thought about how they could
fit together, and asked himself if they could be a good couple. He
concluded with a yes - the Sicilian's fire and his colleague's
sweetness, and being one passive and the other strong, could make a good
balance. And Matteo for the first time thought that he too could
possibly prefer having a steady companion instead of so many
customers... Who knows that, sooner or later, he could also possibly
find a mister right with whom to make a steady couple...

On the following day, he resumed his job and found two tags for the day
after waiting for him. One was the 418 and the other was a new one.

At the right time, Matteo entered the room where the 418 was waiting for
him. He entered. As usual, the man was waiting for him sitting on the
bed, his legs spread, his member still soft. Matteo, after greeting him,
climbed on the bed and at once started to caress and lick the member
that soon became turgid, stood up, nicely hard.

"I missed you, Nicola! You're a wizard in doing blow-jobs..." the man
murmured, calling him by his pseudonym and, placing a hand on his neck,
pushed his head further down. Matteo opened his lips and let all the
man's hard tool into his mouth, sucking it and tossing his tongue
against it.

"Go on, give it a good form so that I'll then shove all of it into your
nice little ass..." the man murmured bending over him to reach and grope
his ass with his hands, with obvious desire, "You're the best of the
boys I ever had, d'you know that?" the man added, his voice hoarse with
lust, starting to tease with his fingers the boy's anus.

But suddenly Matteo felt a pressing need. Feeling very embarrassed, he
tried to resist, but after a while he let go the man's member and with
hesitant voice said, "I'm sorry, forgive me, but... I really need to go
to the toilet..."

The man giggled, "Yeah, go. But then I recommend you wash carefully in
the bidet!"

"Yes, sure. Thank you. Sorry..." Matteo said going off the bed and
towards the dressing room door.

"Where are you going? The toilets are there..."

"But there is your personal one..."

"But so you'll be faster." The vague shape on the bed said.

Matteo entered in the private toilet and with his hand searched for the
switch.

"Sorry, but, where is the switch?"

"Just close the door. Hurry up!"

Matteo nodded. As soon as he closed the toilet door, the light went on.
He sat on the bowl and started to unload. Meanwhile he was looking
around. And he noticed, hanging behind the door, the client's clothes
and felt a temptation. He stood up and went through the pockets. He
found the wallet, opened it and took out the identity paper and...
widened his eyes - his client was the famous director Fiorenzo Romanesi!
Forty-seven years old, resident in Rome, Piazza dei Quiriti...

He put everything back, cleaned himself, flushed the toilet, carefully
washed his hole and went back to the room where the man, unaware and
impatient, was waiting for him and started to give again him pleasure,
instinctively with doubled ardour. Who knows why but the fact he now
knew who his client was, was giving him a greater feeling of
participation...

The man seemed to appreciate Matteo's enthusiasm, "Yes, good, so..." he
moaned until, feeling aroused enough, made the boy turn and impaled him
with gusto.

"Are you enjoying it, Nicola?"

"Yes... oh yes..." Matteo answered and this time he was not lying like
other times.

Matteo was pushing his pelvis against the groin of the man who was
holding him tightly, the hands on his chest, while tossing inside him.
At the end the man, sated, laid on his back and said, in his Roman
accent, "Go on, now, Nicola, fuck me as you're so good at doing..."

The boy was so excited that almost assaulted him, and fucked him
energetically, while the man was moaning with appreciation.

At the end the man said, "Today, Nicola, you've been even better than
usual. Well done!"

Matteo went back to the hotel and immediately wrote on his notebook the
director's data, before forgetting them. So, the famous director was
gay! Matteo had seen several of his movies and liked them. They were
movies in the neorealism tendency, like "The school teacher", "Wild
horses", and "A typist's dreams" with their tender, yearning, raw and
realistic love, stories of pain and resignation.

Matteo didn't think immediately to take profit from the fact he had
discovered that Fiorenzo Romanesi was a gay man and one of his clients.
For sure he didn't think for even a moment to blackmail him. But little
by little, recalling that about one year before the photographer told
him he was self-assured and natural in front of a camera, and that he
was photogenic, he started to get the idea he could possibly try a
career as an actor...

Of course he could not talk about that with the director while they were
in bed together, because theoretically he should not have been able to
recognize him, and this would have made him suspect... No... he had to
present himself to the director as if nothing happened, pretending not
to know him... The director would surely recognize him, because had
chosen him looking at the photo-book, even though he knew him only by
his pseudonym, as Nicola... Matteo had to pretend that all was casual...
who knows if the man would believe him? Or if he would instead complain
to Giorgio so that he, besides not becoming an actor, could risk to lose
his present job...

He thought about it for several days, but he was feeling more and more
determined to try. He would have liked to become an actor... After all,
with some of his customers, didn't he have to act? Well... yes... before
a film camera it was possibly different, but directors existed just for
that, to direct an actor, wasn't it so? And possibly, as the man liked
having him in bed, he could even take him as his lover... would smooth
the way for him... besides fucking his ass!

In the end Matteo took a decision - with the pretext of a sudden illness
of his mother, he asked for and got one week's leave from the job. He
went home, prepared  a suitcase and went to Rome. Here he found a room
in a small hotel. Then found out where Piazza dei Quiriti was. When he
arrived nearby on a bus, he entered a bar and called a number. A man's
voice answered and asked him who he was and what he wanted, and then
explained him that doctor Romanesi never received aspiring actors at
home. He had therefore to go to Cinecittą and ask there for a meeting
with the director...

Matteo thanked the man and hung up. He asked for information about how
to reach Cinecittą and at once went there. Here he asked to be received
by doctor Romanesi for a screen test, and got an appointment for two
days later.

Matteo went to a barber shop, notwithstanding he already went in Milan,
because he wanted to be perfect. And prepared for the encounter.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4

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