Date: Wed, 04 Apr 2007 09:09:14 +0200 From: A.K. Subject: Chronicles of a Destiny 7/9 (Young Fiends) ---------------------------- CHRONICLES OF A DESTINY by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2007 written on November 1, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by John ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "CHRONICLES OF A DESTINY" 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. ----------------------------- SEVENTH PART They decided to wait for the following Friday to pass and then try their flight. So they would have the whole week in front. Thursday evening Damiano handcuffed Giapaolo and wore again his balaclava. "For the last time, my love..." he sweetly whispered him. "Sure, my little Mouse." "Be sure to play well your part." "You too, Mouse." "A little more than 24 hours..." When on Friday evening Damiano went back to the cave, his heart was drumming in his chest. He found everything to be "normal", and he changed shift with the other man as every Friday. "It's 9 o'clock... We have better to leave tomorrow morning at 5 as we had planned, hadn't we?" "Yes, sure. So we have all the time to make love and to prepare ourselves." "Yes. I wouldn't anyway be able to sleep, tonight. May god help us, Giampaolo. Admittedly that god cares about us..." "Yes, everything will work smoothly, don't worry. Nobody suspects anything, right?" "No. This morning An... one of the others went to buy the new gas cylinders..." Both were tense and nervous. Only when they finally started to make love they relaxed a little. They made love for a long time, with calm, also because they were aware that after the flight, for a long time, they could not meet. A little before the scheduled time they carefully dressed. Giampaolo wrote on a piece of paper several telephone number and addresses - that of his parents' house, of the university hostel, that of Silver's house, of his del pied-à-terre and of his work place, and gave it to Damiano, just for all eventualities. Then, as they had planned, they knocked over and smashed almost everything as if there had been a really violent brawl. Damiano was somewhat sorry he had to smash also his transistor radio, his first radio, but did it thinking that anyway he could buy another one. They put in a plastic bag a few things and leaved the cave. Instead of going down valley, they climbed up through the frozen forest. The first light of dawn was appearing. After one hour marching, they reached the municipal road passing along the ridge. They followed it until they reached the provincial road. They walked one more hour when finally they saw a car coming. They saw its headlights from far. Giampaolo soon lied down on the road, leaving the sack before him to be sure that the driver saw it and braked in time the car. Damiano, his balaclava on his head and the pistol in his hand, hid in the nearby dry ditch. The car came and stopped. A man got out and, standing near the door, looked at Giampaolo lying in an unseemly way on the asphalt. He looked around, then, cautiously, did two steps towards his body. Then Damiano jumped out and intimated him the "hands up!" The man became still, scared, and raised his hands. Damiano approached him at his back, made him sit on the ground on the road's edge, blindfolded and gagged him and started to tie him. Meanwhile Giampaolo, in silence, stood up, recovered his sac and went to the car with the door open. When Damiano was sure he had tied him well, got into the car where Giampolo was already sitting, and while his friend started the engine and set off at full speed, took off his balaclava. "Up to now we have been really lucky. Just think if they were in four, instead than just one..." Damiano said, smiling to him. When he was far enough, Giampaolo slowed down and, driving at normal speed, went towards the capital. He passed through two villages, crossed a few cars. They stopped at the city borders, near the first bus stop they saw, abandoning the stolen car; in fact quite probably, their victim had been found by another driver and could have already reported to the police. The bus came about ten minutes later, that seemed an eternity to the two fugitive. They got off a few stops later, without having bought the ticket, as soon as they saw a telephone box. They both went in it. Giampaolo called Silver. He got not answer at his place in town. He then called at his parents' house. After a while a woman's voice answered "May I speak with Silver, please?" "Who should I say..." "Doctor Salimbene..." Giampaolo said inventing a name. "Is it about his work?" "Yes..." "Hold on, please..." After a while Giampaolo recognized the drowsy voice of Silver, "Hello, who's speaking?" "Don't say any name and listen to me carefully..." "But... who..." "I'm Giampolo, Silver! I'm free but I urgently... more than urgently need your help. Can you came immediately?" His friend's voice, now more awake, said, "Sure. Where?" Giampaolo looked out of the phone-box glasses and read the name of the streets and gave him the address. "How are you?" Silver asked. "Fine. But hurry up. How long will it take?" "Half an hour, a little more... I'll fly. There isn't a bar nearby?" "I could be recognized. I'll walk and come back here. Hurry up." "Sure, sure." Out of the phone-box, Giampaolo said to Damiano, "If I'm recognized now, it could be a big mess. Do you still have your balaclava?" "Yes, here in the bag. But... you wouldn't wear it, would you?" "Yes, but rolled up like a cap, so I would be a little less recognizable..." They walked. They went back to the phone box twice. The third time Silver's car was already there. "Giampaolo! God, how good is to see you! Are you alright?" "Yes, let us get in." "Who's he?" "I'll explain you later. Can you take us at your room, here in town?" "Yes, sure..." When they were in the car, Giampaolo started to tell everything to Silver and ended when they were in his friend's room. "Listen, do you feel like hiding Damiano here at your place, then to take me to a telephone box so that I can call the 113 and tell them I could free myself? Can you do me this kindness?" "Yes, no problem. Ah, when you were kidnapped, as soon as I could I went to your room in the dorm and brought all your albums here so that your family or the police couldn't find them..." "Thank you. Keep them some more. Well, Damino, stay here and never go out, until I or Silver will say you can." "Alright. Will you call?" "Of course, if and when I can." Silver said to Damiano, "There is little in the fridge, but I'll buy something. I'll take away Giampaolo then I'll come back, so we can organize ourselves. Let's go, Giampaolo." ++++++++++++++++++ 1983 - April The Police asked him plenty of questions and he told them the version he had made up with Damiano, without naming him. He had to undergo a medical and psychiatric check up and he finally could go back home. All the media talked about his "flight". Giampaolo had decided to tell all of the truth only to his father, just omitting the part about his love and relationship with Damiano, and when his father said he was ready to help him to hide the boy who "had repented and helped him to get free" and who now was risking the revenge of the gang, he revealed who he was and were he was hidden. They decided, before doing something for Damiano, to wait until all the outcry was over. Giampaolo asked his father to rent a studio in the regional capital, when he could resume attending the university, that he could use instead of the room in the university hostel to study, and where Damiano could hide. His father agreed, and also accepted Giampaolo suggestion to grant a little monthly income to Damiano, to compensate him for the danger he was running. "After all that boy made you save two billions, and he renounced his share to help me..." his son had made him notice. Thank to Giampaolo's information, the police found the cave. And from there, just within three weeks of investigation, they were able to arrest all the gang, excluded "the accountant". The four men, of course, protested their innocence. Giampaolo had to go to the police headquarters for the identification of the gang. The youth, all long his captivity, had carefully observed the four men's hands, lips, teeth, eyes, their way to move, their voice, their way to speak, so he was able to recognize all of them in a set of line-ups. And at last the police made them confess. None of them talked about Damiano, and neither about "the accountant", and neither Giampaolo could even talk about the accountant because he could not talk about him without saying how he had heard about that man. The trial date was fixed. At home, Giampaolo was cuddled and spoiled by everybody. Relatives came to see him, friends and acquaintances and he had to tell everybody, endless times, his adventure, including his "flight after the fight" with one of his four kidnappers. Only his father knew the real course of events - out of prudence, not even his mother, brother and sister had been informed. So Giampaolo had decided, and his father agreed with him. Giampaolo got also a call, and later a letter, from Sergio, who had followed all his vicissitudes in the newspapers and on TV. He also got letters from unknown people who were congratulating with him for having escaped that nightmare. Giampaolo was longing to resume his studies, his normal life, also because this would mean he could at last see his Damiano again, and even to be able to live with him. All long that month Giampaolo managed to call him just four times. Damiano stayed at Silver's place, most of the time alone, to look at the TV, to read comic-strip stories, magazines and some books that Silver brought him. At times Silver stopped to chat and to eat with Damiano and they got along very well, liking each other. Damiano was missing Giampaolo. But as he said to Silver, "My seclusion is a luxury... not like that of the poor Giampaolo." "Anyway, he had been lucky to meet you." Silver said, then asked him, "But which of you two took the first step?" "Oh, well... I did the first step, but he said no. Then he did the second step... and I, on the contrary, said yes." "But, from enemies, to become friends... or rather, lovers, should not have been an easy thing, I presume." "It took us more or less eight months. No, it has not been easy. But when you spend day and night together... you come to hate each other or you learn to appreciate each other..." "You had also been lucky that both of you are gay. Otherwise, he could still be inside that cave..." "Yes, and without a finger..." Damiano said, quaking. At times they were looking at the TV together, or at a movie that Silver had hired. Silver liked Damiano very much, also physically, and was feeling more and more attracted towards the boy. So, he gradually started to court him. He loaded him with attention, smiles, kindnesses. And Damiano, who under that profile was still rather naïve, was waiting with growing pleasure the moments he had no more to be alone, the moments of company that Silver offered him two or three times a week. Silver was, after Giampaolo, the only person with whom he opened, chatted, and he found this really agreeable. He let himself be fascinated by his host. When finally Silver, one evening while they were looking at a TV movie, sitting side by side on the sofa, rested his hand on his thigh and Damiano on instinct put an arm around his shoulders. Then Silver became more daring and went up with his hand to caress and finger Damiano between his legs, causing him soon a strong erection. They embraced, touched, kissed each other, at that point forgetful of the movie that was going on unwinding on the small screen. After a while they started to unbutton each other clothes, so freeing the bodies they offered to their companion's caresses. Silver was somewhat more forward, but Damiano danced to his tune. At that point Damiano had been weaned by Giampaolo, therefore he naturally accepted and returned Silver's attentions. Their clothes fell, one by one, until the two young, naked bodies, aroused and quivering, adhered to each other, were lying on the comfortable sofa. Damiano instinctively searched for Silver's hole, who thus readily and willingly offered himself to his guest's desire. He received it all inside, from the back, lying both on one side, Damiano was keeping him tight against himself, tossing back and forth inside him, with impetuous passion. Silver was contenting him with his movements, enjoying the bursting virility with which his guest was taking him. As Damiano was quickly masturbating him, they came almost together, with loud pleasure moans, in an intense orgasm. When they had cooled down, after some more caresses, they dressed again. "It has been good..." Silver said, looking at him with a satisfied smile. "Yes... but... I'm with Giampaolo." "Is he better than me?" Silver gently asked. "No... He is... Giampaolo!" Damiano answered with simplicity. "Are you sorry you did it with me?" "No, it has been good, really. But I like it better with him... without offence." "No, sure. It's alright." "And... it would possibly be better we don't do it again." "Why?" "Because I don't know if he then will feel unhappy." Damiano explained. +++++++++++++++++++ 1983 - May Finally Giampaolo could go with his father to look for a small flat in the regional capital. The man, of course, looked for one with two bedrooms, a living room, a wide kitchen and a bathroom. They found one in the centre town, in a building just renovated. They also went to choose the furniture, functional, simple and not too expensive, and finally the small apartment was furnished and fully equipped, from a TV set to the freezer, from the microwave to the stereo. And the telephone company assured them that in a couple of weeks they would connect the apartment. Giampaolo's mother provided all the needed for everyday life, pots, crockery, bed and bath linen, food in the fridge and in the sideboard, and all sorts of useful things. Giampaolo went to the university where they accepted his late matriculation and he had also had contacts with his teachers, all more than helpful and favourably disposed to help him to recover the lost months. And finally Giampaolo could settle down in his new apartment, where he at once he had Damiano move, and on that occasion he introduced him to his father. "I have to thank you, boy, for having helped my son to come out of that predicament. I feel really grateful to you..." the man said. "Well... I just tried to put it right... and not even so fast..." "Giampaolo explained it all to me. You did a great deal, also putting your life at risk to free him, therefore it is no more of importance what you did before. And I also know that so doing you lose your part. Therefore I decided I will grant you a monthly income, at least until you will be able to find a good job, that is until you will be safe regarding your old accomplices." "Thank you a lot..." Giampaolo was assisting at the dialog, amused - his father playing the benefactor, and his lover feeling intimidated by the man. And finally the two youths were alone. The first thing that Damiano said, was, "But... do we have to sleep separated?" "No way. The two bedrooms are only because, of course, my Dad doesn't know about us. But you will sleep with me, it's natural." "Ah, happily... Even though we will be a little packed..." "But in my room I have a High Rise Trundle Combo bed." "What? What's that?" Giampaolo showed him the second bed coming out from his own, then rising up at its side, at the same level. Damiano widened his eyes, "Wow! So it becomes a double bed!" "As a couple we need a double bed, don't we? Why don't we try it? I've been waiting for this moment so much..." "But first... I have to tell you something..." Damiano said, looking into his eyes. "What, love?" "I... you see... I had sex with Silver, once. But just once." "And... then?" "If you are not angry with me..." "I'm not." "... I would prefer staying with you." "Why?" "Because you... I love you. Not him." Giampaolo, as an answer, merrily embraced him. "You forgive me?" "Sure, my little Mouse." Giampaolo said and Damiano smiled, happy. They kissed, searched, undressed each other and went on the two siding beds. And they were soon lost one in the other's arms, inebriate with love and desire. "It's so good, being here with you, and feeling desired, loved. It seems like a dream, Giampaolo!" "And instead it's all true. And we can finally be always together, tranquil." "D'you know that you're really right, it's great making love so." "So, how?" "Doing everything, really everything." And they did everything indeed, with transport, with passion. Later, while Giampaolo was fixing their supper, Damiano said, "What a beautiful apartment! I would never have dreamed I could one day live in such a beautiful home!" "And it's ours." "But, possibly, if one day your father discovers we are lovers, he throws me out, on the street..." "No, he could not. He bought the house, but registered it in my name. And then, to put you on the street, he would have first to square up things with me. I will never let you go away... if it's not you who wants to go." "I wanting to go? Going away from you? But I fell in love for ever, not just for the sake of talking!" "Happily, Mouse." So their common life started. Giampaolo resumed his architecture studies. He bought some books for Damiano, so that he could refresh the middle school subjects. He had in fact planned to enrol again at school in September. Damiano, as Giamapolo was studying architecture, decided to get the licence as architectural draftsman, so they could then work together. ++++++++++++++++++ 1983 - June They were fitting very well together. As they had the same build, and it was wiser for Damiano not to be seen around, Giampaolo gradually bought him a wardrobe and Damiano was settling his new belongings in "his" room (Giampaolo's was "our" room). When Giampaolo was at home, they studied side by side. When he was at the university, Damiano profited by doing the housework, which he gradually learned to properly do. He was keeping the flat shining as a mirror and also prepared their meals that, after some initial failures, he was learning to cook better and better. Giampaolo was worried that Damiano could feel belittled having to do those "woman's" activities, so he talked with him. But the youth answered, with an easygoing tone, "As neither you nor I want any women in this house, we are condemned to do all the work, isn't that so?" Damiano was happy for the easiness with which he was recalling all what he had studied about six years before. He needed less and less to ask for explanations to his lover. He had also started to read Giampaolo's books of fine art history, and when he didn't understand a word, was going to check for it in the dictionary or in the encyclopaedia. Giampaolo was full of admiration for the willpower and the easiness in learning of his delightful lover. But what enchanted him more than anything else, was how the tenderness with which Damiano made kove with him was perfectly harmonized with his virile enthusiasm. It was a kind of long honeymoon where they both learned to know each other better, to adapt to each other, to fully appreciate each other. Damiano had given his ten million and all his savings, and the monthly allowance he received from his lover's father, to Giampaolo who deposited them in a bank account he opened at his own name, waiting until they could open one in Damiano's name, when all danger had ceased. Silver, every now and then, was going to visit them - he was the only friend who could call on them. ++++++++++++++++ 1983 - June In that month the trial of the gang that had kidnapped Giampaolo started, so he had to go to give evidence against the four men. He said that they didn't treat him badly, that he didn't miss anything essential, hoping so to soften them and not to bring them to say that in the gang there was also Damiano. And luckily none of them hinted about a fifth accomplice. Also Silver had to go to give evidence, as he had been present at the moment of the kidnapping, and he too spoke, without having to lie, always and only of four accomplices. But it clearly resulted that none of the four men had kept the telephone and epistolary contacts with Giampolo's father, and at the end Saro hinted at "the accountant" as the representative of the instigators. Under a pressing interrogation, he described him, even though maintaining, and he was possibly sincere, he didn't know who that man was, neither from where he came, nor by whom he had known he could contact him. Then Giampaolo had to give his version about how he managed to free himself - he said he had surprised one of the four when the man had dozed off and after a desperate struggled had managed to stun him, to take him the keys, free himself and escape. No, he didn't think to raise his balaclava, therefore he had no idea who of the four could be... He had then walked until he found the telephone box from which he had called the 113. No, he didn't hitchhike because he feared it could be one of the bandits looking for him, and rather, when he heard a car coming, he hid... He didn't have a watch, but he presumed that his flight could have happened in the night between the Friday and the Saturday, possibly around midnight. He had walked for hours and hours, before finding the road, then to reach a telephone without being seen, hiding each time he saw a car coming. The Public Prosecutor then suggested a connection between the fake unconscious body and the stealing of the car on the Saturday morning, happened around 6:30, with an attempt of the bandit to trace back Giampaolo. The driver of the stolen car said he was not able to recognize his attacker. But when they showed him the balaclavas and the clothes found in the house of the four members of the gang, he surely recognized the balaclava. When they showed him the submachine guns, that had already been recognized by Giampaolo and Silver, he said that he was rather sure that his attacker had one like them. Giampaolo drew a sigh of relief inside himself - he had feared the man could talk about the pistol. But from the driver's declaration resulted that two men were implied in the stealing of his car, the one lying on the road and the one with the balaclava who had tied him... and it was clear that Giampaolo's warden was just one, besides the moments they were giving the change to each other... The driver was asked to describe the man pretending to be unconscious on the road, but the witness said that there was not yet enough light, and he couldn't get near enough to him, therefore he was not able to describe him. Giampaolo drew another silent relief sigh. All four the defendants swore that none of them had had the fight with Giampaolo, and that none of them stole the witness's car... but after all, these were minor charges and the subject was let fall, also because anyway the car had been found intact. When, together with Silver, he went back home, Giampaolo was till very tense, but recounting all to Damiano, he gradually relaxed. Then he commented, "You see, Damiano, we had been lucky. You and I don't have good criminal minds - planning my escape we didn't consider several details that could spoil everything. Let's hope that no more wrong details come out, and that they do not make a too deep inquiry about the fact we were two to steal that car and not only one..." "Anyway, if nobody mentioned my name, I don't need to stay in hiding any more, don't you think?" Damiano said. "Well, the trial is not yet over. I think it would be better if you wait some more. And also to be sure that the gang don't take revenge on you for having wrecked their plans..." Silver said. "Anyway, we survived much a longer time there in the cave and in worse conditions, didn't we, love?" Giampaolo said, then added in a cunning tone, "Unless you got tired having to stay all the day long with me..." Damiano looked at him in surprise, but when he understood his lover was joking, he went near him, embraced and kissed him with a long, intimate, hot kiss, caressing him. Silver was looking at them with a smile. Damiano looked at him in his turn, then looked again at Giampaolo. "It's so good being able to embrace, even in front of another person, and not always hiding." Damiano said. "Well, yes, but only because he is our friend and he is gay like us. Just think what would happen if we kissed on the street..." Giampaolo said, laughing. "They would think we are both faggots," Damiano answered laughing he too, "and instead, we are just two lovers!" "Well, boys, I presume that at this point you two would like better being left alone. See you!" Silver said and with a farewell gesture he went away. Once alone, Damiano embraced his friend, "What do you think, do you feel like going there on our beds to make love?" "I think it's a splendid idea. If Silver didn't go, I'm afraid I would risk to start there, in front of him!" "What a shameless boy!" Damiano said, jokingly. "But it's not my fault... It's just that you arouse me too much, so I'm unable to resist you." "I really arouse you too much?" Damiano asked, pleased, "What is it about me that so arouses you?" "Everything, my love. How you look at me, how you touch me, your beautiful body, also when it's not naked, and this beautiful, hard pole..." "Do you know, Giampaolo, that when you were changing your clothes, and were all naked after washing yourself, near your bed, I was feeling a strong desire to jump on you, bend you on the bed and shove all of it inside you?" "And why did you never do it?" "I couldn't. I would have felt like if I did as my father was doing with me... I really couldn't." "Oh, love! You really cannot forget that horrible period?" "Well, I'm feeling it is more and more remote. And I really think that it is because now it's you to take me, but with so much love, maybe I can get to forget it. You know that you're the only one who can take me?" "Not even that time you did it with Silver?" "Of course not! From him I would have felt upset. From you, on the contrary... I desire it, I love it, I want it. And do you know why?" "No..." "Because the others would do it just for the sake of having a good fuck, you instead do it because you are in love with me. It is not what one does, that counts, and possibly neither how he does it, but why he does it." Giampaolo could feel how much Damiano was thirsty for his love, and was happy he could be able to assuage his thirst. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 8 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. 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