Date: Sun, 23 Mar 2008 18:06:11 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Life Wheel 12/15 (High School)

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THE LIFE WHEEL
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008
written on October 1, 1991
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by The Australian

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE LIFE WHEEL" 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 12 - Luca 3 and Matteo 9

Luca

I became an activist of the Arci-gay in my school.

I've no more problems letting my family know that I'm gay. In fact they
just discovered it and there has been an uproar and months of a real
mess. Now there is a kind of armed truce.

All happened because of Sergio. I don't know if I should hate or thank
him.

Sergio is a boy one year younger than me. He lives on the third floor in
our building. He is a really beautiful boy and I like him. I had been
hanging out with him for some time, hoping I could have a session or two
with him. Once, when I went to the cellar to get my motor scooter, I met
him. He was there in the corridor of the cellars and asked me if I would
let him do a tour on my moped.

I asked him, "And what are you giving me in exchange?"

He starts saying - Comics; and I - no. I will let you play with my video
games. I told him that they didn't interest me. The trading continued
until he surrendered and asked me what I would like in return.

I told him to come to my cellar and locked he door. I looking him
straight in the eye, and said that there was one thing he could do for
me and I groped his basket.

He giggled, "Do you want me to wank you?" he asked.

We lowered our trousers and we wanked each other, then I let him on a
tour on my moped.

Successive times when he saw me go to the cellars, he came after me and
said, "Let's do like the last time." But this time I told him I wanted a
blow-job.

At first he didn't want to but he finally accepted. After four or five
times doing it (just to get a ride on the moped) he had learned to do it
quite well without making me feel his teeth and moving his tongue
agreeably. Compared to mine, he still had a small dick

He had a very nice little ass too, so one day, after we lowered our
trousers and he sucked me for a while, I told him, "Stand up and turn, I
want to fuck your nice arse."

"No, not in the arse. I'm not a faggot!" he protested.

"But I want your arse. Turn around, go on!" I said and forced him to
turn.

He resisted a little but I felt he was not putting up any serious
resistance. He is a little smaller than me but if he really didn't want
it, he could have easily stopped me. So I made him turn, placed it
between his buttocks and started to push. He continued to say he didn't
want and tossed and turned just a little, but I could feel myself
starting to slip inside his hole when he again said "No, no stop it",
but I was really excited and pushed more and more, until I finally
started to fuck him. It was a real pleasure. As he tossed under me my
pleasure was just increased until I came. I took his dick in my hand and
he started to spur immediately.

After I pulled out and started to dress, he said in a very irate tone,
"You're a pig, you're a bastard, you're a fucked faggot!"

"Come on! You to liked it. You came in my hand."

"I'll tell my father what you did me."

"Don't be a turd. You gave me plenty of blow-jobs so if I'm a faggot,
you are too".

"It's just your word against mine, about the blow-jobs."

"And it's just your word against mine, about the fuck."

"No, because my Dad will take me to the hospital and they will find your
spunk in my ass, and you are fucked, because you're older than me. Get
informed, you piece of shit!"

"If you tell, I'll beat the shit out of you. If you don't act like a
bastard you can use my moped."

"Shove your moped up your ass bastard faggot." the little bastard said
as ran away.

I tried to call him back but he had vanished. He ran upstairs to his
home. He really told his father who at once went to tell my father who
didn't even ask me if it was true or not. He just thrashed me so much
that I had to go to school with a black eye and bruises all over my
body. Happily my mates couldn't see them because they were covered by my
clothes. Back at home my father started to beat me again and to tell me
the most horrible things. This episode went on for several days and got
so bad that I planned to run away.

One evening while my father was again thrashing me with punches and
kicks, my mother came into the room with a knife in her hand and said
him, "Now you stop, Salvatore. If you dare touch this son of mine again,
I'll kill you"! One could see in her eyes that she really was ready to
do it.

My father said, "But what? You defend him? He is a filthy faggot and you
defend him? And you still call him your son?"

Then, and I really didn't believe my ears, my brother Franco intervened
and said, "Mum is right. Even if Luca is a faggot, it's not his fault.
One is born that way, they don't choose to be that way. If he is born a
faggot, it's you who made him a faggot, Dad. Let him in peace or I'll
call the Police, understand?"

My father stormed out of the room, slammed his bedroom door behind him
and locked it.

After that day Dad didn't talk to me any more. If he needed to say
something to me, he would say to anyone near, " Tell your son", or "Tell
your brother". He never addressed me or called me by name. I never
talked to him either but at least he didn't touch me any more.

When we were alone, Franco asked me if I really was a faggot and I told
him that I was. He asked me how can I be sure about it and if I really
understood what it meant. Then he told me that he did such things with
his mates when he was younger but now he digs only girls. So I told him
everything about me.

When I had finished telling him everything, he caressed my hair and
said, "Yes, you possibly are as you say but nothing changes between us,
Luca, you are always my little brother and I like you. Just be careful,
as there are bastard men out there that take advantage of kids. If you
have any problems, you know you can always count on me. And on Mum too,
but don't talk to her about these things. I'm a man and can understand
you better."

I didn't talk to my sisters about it, but they are with me as always.
So, in a sense, the only one who is isolated at home is only Dad. After
all he looked for it.

Now, when Sergio sees me, he avoids me.

I felt free and went to the address I had, at the central Arci-gay.
There I met a hunk, his name is Leo. He is the city coordinator of all
the Arci-gay groups in the schools. I think that he is the one who
founded the group in my high school! He is a heartthrob. Twenty-three
and really likeable. He is a university student.

He explained every thing to me about my rights, about the laws, what I
have to avoid and plenty of other useful pieces of information. Then he
introduced me to the person responsible for our school. I already knew
him by sight but until then I never had the guts to tell him I'm gay.

I would have liked making love with that Leo, but when he understood
what I had in mind, he told me he already had a boyfriend, so doing
anything with him was out of the question. Never mind! Gianni, the one
responsible for our school is already in the second year. He is likeable
but he is not really my type.

When my classmates came to know that I was in the gay group, some of
them snubbed me but the majority didn't care and I felt that the girls
liked me more than before probably because they know that I will never
bother them so they have nothing to fear from me. Anyway, I can say that
I now feel a lot better, because I can be myself without hiding. I don't
need to make dirty talk about cunts with my school mates just to hide
the fact that I'm gay.

It seems that the teachers didn't change towards me either. Now it is my
brother Franco who comes at the teacher-parents meetings. He has taken
the position of being my guardian. It is not that he signs my
justifications or marks away so easily. He makes me toe the line but at
least I know he loves me and he accepts me as I am.

The last time Lino came home on leave he brought another sailor with
him, a friend of his. After mutual agreement we had a foursome - a real
orgy but that sailor smoked grass and I really didn't like that. Leo
told me to avoid that shit. Anyway Dario, (the other sailor) when he is
in bed, is fantastic, he really is a wizard!

At the central Arci-gay I met two boys and at times I go with them. One
is Mario and is nineteen. He works as a baker so when I have sex with
him his skin tastes the flour. The other one is Domenico, he is
twenty-one and works at the RAI in a program for children. Domenico once
took me to see how they broadcast their program, and I was amazed when
two of his colleagues asked him, as if the most natural thing in the
world, if I was his boyfriend!

If I had to make a choice between Mario and Domenico, I wouldn't be
able. They are so different and I like each of them for different
reasons. Well, the ideal would be a guy with Mario's body and Domenico's
personality. After I met them, I'm seeing less and less of Renzo.

I would like to find a steady boyfriend, one with whom there is not just
a good fuck but also love like Leo loves his boyfriend. I saw them
together a couple of times. Besides that Leo's boyfriend is beautiful,
one of those beauties you could die for, you can see they are in love.
Gianni says that at the right moment I will meet the right guy and that
being just fifteen I would be better off enjoying my life as it was.

I met Mario at the pub of the Arci-gay, downtown. As soon as he saw me
he asked me, "I saw you with Leo. Are you too gay?"

"Yes, and you?"

"I am too. I was looking at you and I like you. Would you like to come
with me?"

I hadn't expected such a straightforward and simple question and I
looked at him in surprise then asked, "Now? Where?"

"Why not? I know a good place nearby."

So we went. We went to a pub and he said something in the ear of the
cashier, who looked at me (and I felt myself blushing like a tomato) and
shook his head saying no. We so went out and Mario said, "They have a
small room upstairs and he always let me use it, but he said that as you
are still a minor he don't want to take a risk. What a pity! But I've
possibly another chance. Come along, follow me."

He took me at a fun-fair. I asked him why we went there. We couldn't
possibly do it on a merry-go-round! He burst in laughter and told me
that he knew two gay cousins working there, with whom he sometimes has
sex, and that he hoped they would let us use their caravan. They were
one in about twenty-five and the other in his thirties. Mario went to
talk with the one who was at the ticket window of the bumper cars and
the man nodded his assent and gave him a key.

So Mario took me to a caravan. We went in and locked the door. There was
an undone bed. We undressed and I was agape. Mario revealed a fabulous
body that one wouldn't guess was under his clothing. I started to kiss
it and to suck his nipples I felt that faint taste of flavour he often
has on him, that I found odd but not unpleasant. Mario loves
sixty-nines. He is skilled at sucking it, sometimes enjoying himself for
over an hour, and makes you come in a way that if my mouth was not busy
with his cock I would have shouted my pleasure out loud. However,
besides his breathtaking beauty and his wonderful blow-jobs, he had
nothing much more to offer.

I met also Domenico at the Arci-gay, after watching the film "Torch Song
Trilogy". A really great movie that made me cry. While we were leaving
he came close to me and asked, "Did you enjoy the film?"

"Yes, a lot."

"Who did you like better of the three main actors?"

"Alan."

"I see. Are you busy, now?"

"No..."

"May I offer you something at the bar?"

"Yes, thank you."

"Not here at the Arci. There is another bar I like better. I've the car,
will you come?"

"Is it far?"

"Not really. And anyway afterwards I'll take you wherever you want."

We went to that bar, a nice place on two levels and on the upper floor
we were the only patrons. After the waiter gave us our drinks and left,
Domenico placed his hand on my thigh and said, "Do you know that I like
you, Luca?"

I didn't think he was handsome, but he was likeable and in some ways
attractive. The warmth of his hand on my thigh was giving me a hard-on.

He said, "I would like to get to know you better. Would you like to meet
again?"

"Yes... Are you in hurry, now? If you like, I've some more free time."

"We can stay here some more. I would like to show you my place, but at
this time, I have a cousin at my place. She will be here for a couple of
days."

We remained there and chatted and his hand was caressing my thigh but he
didn't bring it to touch me where I hoped it would. We then heard
somebody coming upstairs and he took away his hand.

Three days later, as we had agreed, he came to wait for me out of my
high school. He took me to his place. There was a tiny entrance room, a
living room with a kitchen corner, a bedroom with a king size bed and a
bathroom.

I asked him, "Was your cousin sleeping with you?"

"No, she slept in the living room, on the sofa-bed. I would never go to
bed with a woman, not even to just to sleep."

"Do you have a steady boyfriend?"

"No, none at present. And you?"

"Just two or three friends."

"Intimate?"

"Yes, we make love, at times."

"And... would you feel like... becoming an intimate friend with me too?"

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't, don't you think?"

So he took me to his bed. As I said he was not entirely ugly but not
entirely handsome either. Regardless, he has a beautiful dick and above
all he is very, very, very skilled at making love. Domenico, even
without talking, is making me understand something. When you make love,
if all you care above is making the other enjoy it, you too will enjoy
it a lot more because your mate will be more involved and that fucking
is more than just a mechanical thing.

Domenico has some gay films he compiled taking parts of commercial porno
films and putting them together, cutting and gluing, choosing some
close-up views he does using a zoom, and adding a sound track. He has
all the electronic equipment and the result is really good. He showed me
then the original films he used. The result is much better, as he cut
the more porno scenes and made it more romantic. I really like Domenico.

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Matteo

Marco started to do some temporary teaching in high schools. Firstly in
a technical institute, then in a scientific one. He likes teaching and,
as I guessed, he does it well. Of course up to now he has worked only a
few weeks, but even so he gets a score so that eventually he will
accumulate enough points to get a steady place, as I did.

In November I asked for some leave days from my school so that, along
with with Marco, who didn't have to work, Leo and Tony, we all went to
Denmark for Kaj and Arne's wedding. It was a simple but moving ceremony.
There was also Kaj's older brother with his wife and two children, and
Arne's parents and two of his brothers.

On the way back we stopped in Germany to meet Stefano. All four of us
were guest in the beautiful Kurt's villa. The man welcomed us warmly
even though, because of his work, we saw little of him. We on the
contrary met and spent a lot of time with Kurt's son, Karl. He is
twenty-six years old, handsome, tall, a blond Viking with an athletic
body, and very likeable. I can understand that Stefano is falling in
love with him.

Also Stefano in these years grew up in a handsome young man. He got a
full and interesting life with Kurt, who doesn't miss him nothing and
fills him with affection. This is why Stefano, although he is in love
with his son, doesn't not even give it a try with him. He said that Kurt
doesn't deserve to be stabbed in the back. But I think it is a huge test
being so close and intimate to Karl and lock inside his heart what he
feels for him.

Kurt is divorced and lives there in the villa only with Stefano and his
son Karl, with many servants. Karl has an attitude towards Stefano that
seemed to me half way between the protective older brother and that of
one that goes along with him as an amusements companion.

Stefano is really glad for Marco and me. He told us that he hopes he can
sooner or later come to visit us.

Then we went back to Italy.

Back home we came to know that during our vacation Silvio and Marco had
left each other. We felt really sorry. It was not because Silvio fell in
love with another, in that case I would have understood better. Silvio
just wanted to be free having all the adventures he desired without
worrying about Mario and his reaction. I can't understand his attitude.
So I said to Silvio he is just a real selfish person. Mario is
shattered, of course. More than ten years together, apparently happy,
completely destroyed in a breath!

Now Mario has to find a new job and a new home. He has to start
everything from zero For the moment he is guest at Dino and Daniele's
home. Silvio offered to help him with some money but Mario resolutely
refused.

For the New Year's eve, we organized a party here at our home with all
our friends. It was really enjoyable. Only Silvio was missing. We
invited him too, but when we told him that Mario was going to be there,
he opted not to come. At midnight we had to show all the others that we
were wearing some red underwear. Leo and Tony, not wanting to waste the
little money they had, dyed their briefs red. It was really touching.

In January Tony had another exhibition of his drawings and prints and he
sold well. He's getting a name. His drawings are really beautiful and he
deserves the success he is getting. Moreover, he and Leo will have less
money problems. It is true that they never complained about having
little money for such a long time. For instance they couldn't buy new
clothes, and they were thankful for the fact that all of us for their
birthday or Christmas etc, gave them as present of trousers, shirts and
sweaters.

This year, amongst my new students in 1F there is a boy belonging to the
gay group. His name is Luca Musumeci. As the family name suggests, he is
of Sicilian stock, although he was born here in the north. Physically he
is a purebred Sicilian. A lean, nimble body with almost feline movements
and he is almost as tall as me. His hair is curled and of a quite dark
brown, dark blue eyes of incredible depth, slightly olive-skinned of a
rich and sensual nature and well chiselled lips. He always wears tight
trousers, generously full under the fly. Although he is just sixteen, he
is remarkably well built and different from his class mates in that he
doesn't seem like a kid anymore. He could easily be a boy of eighteen,
if it wasn't for the still velvety skin of his face.

Leo told me he met him and told me his family situation. I could
understand why, at the teachers-parents meetings, always comes his elder
brother. The older brother is a handsome boy, even though he is a little
stocky, and it is evident they are brothers. He is likeable, he never
told me about Luca being gay. He is really interested to his brother's
studies, about his behaviour with a sincere affection and there is a
remarkable maturity about him. When I heard from Leo how this brother
behaved at home when his father was thrashing Luca, I felt an even
stronger liking for him.

Luca, at school, seems to go well in the first months. When we gave the
students the first term report, Luca had a good average, so, after
reading his marks I congratulated him for his good results.

With a very serious expression Luca said, "You see, professor, a gay boy
has to be twice good at what he does, or else nobody forgives him for
being gay."

I looked at him and asked, "There is nothing to be forgiven if one is
gay."

"I know. But try to tell that to... to certain people. If you are gay
and smart, you can be tolerated but if you're gay and an ass, you're
fucked. Not everybody is like you or my brother Franco, Professor."

I saw to it that Luca was well settled into the class. He has a generous
personality and he always helps a companion in difficulty. I'll have to
study him some more, but I like this boy. Physically he makes me think a
little of Tony and for his character a little of Leo. He is not
outstanding in the studies as was Marco or Leo, but he is a good boy
none the less. He got an average of 7.5 out of 10. He writes good
compositions and I made Marco read them and he liked them too.

As Marco currently has enough free time, he started to write a novel. I
like his style, it is flowing, elegant, and you can read it all in one
sitting. He analyses his characters well, and he will write without a
pause, then re-read it, polishes it, and sits there satisfied, even if
it is the first draft. He is really talented. I think he will not have
any difficulty publishing it when he finishes it. He writes it directly
to the computer so that all the corrections are easily made.

It is good living with Marco, really very good. He fills my life, makes
it bright, worth being alive, full of taste and of colour. And full of
love! To say I am happy being about him is an understatement.

One of the things I appreciate most about Marco is that he has kept the
feeling of untouched freshness, his ability to be astounded, to enjoy
simple things, to get enthusiast, to appreciate what life offers us and
to find richness where other people would pass without even noticing it.

He lavishes all that and more when making love. It is really delightful
making love with him. Even after five years, we haven't slipped into any
routine, there is no sign of weariness. All the contrary! I am not able
to express this in a good way, but with him each time it seems as if it
is the first time. I mean, we now clearly know each other body far
better than at the beginning of our relationship, but on an emotional
level it is always like the first time. I know that our friends, besides
Tony and a little of Leo, cannot understand us. Evidently in their
relationships, in their love making it is not so. I am sorry for them
but I'm feeling that Tony and Leo are becoming closer to us.

Leo is writing his graduation thesis and next Autumn or next February at
most, he should graduate. He has just one more exam to pass. At times he
seems somewhat tired, as he is always very busy, but he is contented.
Looking at Leo and Tony one can understand the difference between a
contemplative life (that of Tony, who anyway has a very lively
personality) and an active life (that of Leo, who anyway has a very
quiet personality) and it is fantastic seeing how two so impossibly
different life styles and characters can perfectly integrate and
harmonize with each other.

Marco and I, instead, have a much more similar life styles and
characters, and we two fit perfectly together. Evidently both the life
style and the character are less important when there is love. A true
love.

Another difference between Tony and Leo and indeed all our other
friends, is that we can quietly talk about such things as love and being
understood. With the others it is not the case.

If, for instance I tell Lorenzo or Davide or Mario or others "I am the
happiest man in the world thanks to Marco", they look at me with an
absent expression and just say "Ah, good", and they change the subject.
On the contrary it is evident that Leo and Tony are glad for me. Their
eyes shine and they say "We can understand you perfectly, for us too it
is as you say". I can feel that they share it, that they feel the same
way.

Yes, I am the happiest man in the world, thanks to Marco.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 13

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