Date: Thu, 1 Jan 2009 09:12:55 +0100 From: A.K. Subject: Lesson of Life 1/5 (young friends) ---------------------------- LESSON OF LIFE by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008 written on January 12, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by "wet0blanket" ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "LESSON OF LIFE" 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 1 - A living legend Brigadier Guglielmo Gerbi is the commander of the carabinieri station in Tratal"as village. This man is a living legend not only in our village, but in all the Campidano region. The legend tells that, if in our area there is no more brigandage, it is above all to his credit, because he threw in jail several dullards and drop-outs. It is said that in a shoot-out he bumped off three bandits from the Nuorese region who came here thinking they could boss people around. Gerbi is forty-six years old. He is around 180 centimetres tall and must be around seventy kilograms in weight. He is tall and slender. But you only have to look at him to be aware that under his impeccable blue uniform, with the red bands down the sides of trousers, there is a bundle of muscles worth all your respect. Hard muscles. He also has the aspect of a tough guy, but he is a really handsome man and the girls of our village, and even a few married women, when they think no one will notice, eat him with their eyes. He has a square face and a kind of never ending tan that makes his white teeth and his steely eyes shine. It seems he was born in Lucca, but nowadays he is one of us, because he came here as a called up carabiniere and then he never left our village. Everybody knows him and he knows everybody. He usually leaves his Vice-brigadier and the Lance-corporal at the carabinieri station, and tours almost all the day long with the service blue jeep. Nothing is unnoticed to his steel eyes. He is immediately aware if one of us suddenly has too much money, or less than what he can earn with his job so, enquiring without looking as he does, he always comes to understand the reason. He is often called to act as a pacemaker when a quarrel breaks out between neighbours and his word is, actually, like law. People feel his authority and they place him, here in our village, on a higher level than the mayor or the parish priest. Each of us boys of the village, one can swear on that, has a real reverential awe towards him. I am not the only one who grew up with his father or mother telling him, "Either you behave like a man, or I'll call Commander Gerbi, and he will take care to straighten your back!" But the first time it that I had anything to do with Commander Gerbi was not because of my mother or my father. He entered into my life unexpectedly, even though I didn't break the law in any way. My family lives in one of the last houses in the outskirts of Tratal"as, down towards the lake. My best friend lives in a house almost on the shore of the lake, about two kilometres from my house. Not far from his place, the lake has a small cove almost entirely closed in amongst tall rocks, reachable with great difficulty from the land, where the water is pure and fresh and where bathing is a dreamlike pastime. Thus, one beautiful summer's afternoon I set out on foot to reach there. The road was deserted; nobody was passing there either by foot or with a bicycle or a car. But at one point I heard the noise of an engine behind me. I turned to look - it was the carabinieri jeep and at the steering wheel I recognized Guglielmo Gerbi. The jeep stopped near me, standing on the roadside, and the Commander told me to get in. "I know you, boy, you are the son of Puddu the baker, aren't you?" he said, "But What's your name?" "Puddu Cosimo, brigadeer." "Right, Cosimo. So, Cosimo, how old are you?" "I turned eighteen last week." I answered. I guessed he already knew everything, but it's well known that the carabinieri always ask questions about everything, independently from the fact they already know it or not, possibly just so you cannot understand what they really know, or what they want to get to know from you. "Where are you going, Cosimo Puddu?" "I'm going to call my friend Dario, so we can go together to bathe there, at the lake, just under his house, at the Blackberries Cove..." "Oh, I see..." he said. "You and your friend Dario often go to bathe in that hidden cove, don't you? I bet you chose that cove right because so you two can undress and be totally naked, is it not so?" "Well... yes, it's so..." I admitted. You can't tell lies to Commander Gerbi. "Right. And do you content yourselves with just bathing, when you are naked? Or you do also something else?" "That is?" I asked, asking myself, somewhat worried, if by going there in some way we chanced to infringe some law or other. There are so many laws that it is practically impossible to know all of them and to be sure you are not breaking one of them. "Well, everybody knows how it is, of course." he said. "Two big boys, totally naked, their dicks to the wind... and the right age to feel on them certain yearnings. But with the village girls, who don't let you have any familiarity with them... it is understandable that you got the idea to amuse yourselves a little together, possibly beating your meat together, am I wrong? At least there nobody can see you, nobody comes to know about it... You and your friend Dario of course do it sometimes, don't you? Possibly you do it to each other." I felt my face flush, because Dario and I in fact did it, right there in the Blackberries Cove, not every time we went there to bathe but all the same quite often, mainly when after playing and wallowing for a while in the lake, we dried laying at the sun, side by side... The first time we did it, it was each of us to himself but at the same time, almost without looking at each other. Dario started to beat his meat, and I very quickly followed suit. The following time, we did it sitting facing each other, our legs spread, each watching the other while we were doing it. Then, two or three times after, we ended with beating each other's meat, and we felt that doing it that way was a lot more pleasurable than the previous times. So, by that time we always beat each other off, either facing each other or lying down side by side. Sometimes Dario suggested it, other times it was me who started it... "Yes," Guglielmo Gerbi said, "I see that you do it. You beat each other's meat and you enjoy it together, and I bet you go there to the Blackberries Cove more to amuse and relieve yourselves than to swim, bathe or get a tan, isn't it so? And I bet also that you would like to do something more amusing than that... but you don't know what and how to do it, am I wrong?" "What and how? What do you mean?" I asked hesitant, not able to understand what he was talking about. "I'll soon explain you, boy. I am going to give you a lesson of life." he said. The Commander engaged the gears and drove for some time, passing beyond the side road leading to Dario's house. At the following crossroad he turned on the road leading up to the woods and after about one kilometre stopped and switched off the engine. We were amidst tall wild bushes, far from any house and not visible from the provincial road. As I didn't know what to expect, I was feeling a little worried even though not really scared. I thought that he could possibly now punish me for what I had practically admitted I did with Dario... I well knew that such things are not to be done. Even Father Mauro, the parish priest, told me in confession that those are things to avoid, they are evil deeds, sinful, it is wrong to do them. But I, as well Dario, liked doing it so much that we didn't stop. "What I'm going to explain you, Cosimo Puddu," the Commander told me seriously, "is something just between you and me. Nobody else has to know about it... especially if you don't want to have bad consequences... like becoming food for the fishes in the lake. Do you understand?" I nodded, serious and now also somewhat scared. "Swear it!" the man ordered me, staring in my eyes. "Y... yes, I swear." I muttered. He then unbuttoned his jacket, unhooked his belt buckle with the Carabinieri's badge, and opened the fly. He raised his arse from the seat and lowered his trousers together with his briefs, pushing them to his knees. When he lowered again his arse, his big balls in their soft skin bag leaned on the seat between his spread thighs. On top of them, emerging from a thick bush of hazelnut hair, was lying the longest tool I ever saw. That beautiful meat cylinder made me think of a snake raising his head out of the grass - still soft it was about twenty centimetres long. "Don't you like this beautiful cock? Don't you desire touching it, taking it in your hands?" Guglielmo Gerbi asked, a light smile on his beautiful lips, but piercing me from part to part with the steel of his eyes. "You are feeling the desire to play with it for a while, and to nicely beat it, isn't it so, Cosimo Puddu?" I wasn't able to answer and swallowed air. I was staring totally fascinated at the incredible tool that started to lengthen under my eyes, slithering along the seat exactly like a snake, and also starting to raise its head. Christ, I never thought of Commander Guglielmo Gerbi as a man, I mean, as a male having a dick between his legs... and even if I thought of it before, I would never have dreamt I could one day see it, and from so close! "Noooo," he went on, craftily, "that's not exactly what you would like to do, I well know it. You would not content yourself with just beating the carabinieri commander's dick, would you? No, because I can bet you are a gourmet. What you would really like to do, even if you possibly don't still know, is to bend on it, kiss it, nicely lick all of it until he gets hard like a rock, and then possibly even take it all in your mouth and suck it. Well, Cosimo, this is what you will do right now. You bend here, lick it nicely, then you take all this beautiful cock into your mouth." I was feeling paralysed, unable to move, unable to take my eyes away from the beautiful cock of Commander Guglielmo Gerbi, the chief of our village carabinieri. Guglielmo moved slowly but self-assuredly, his hand with the long fingers leaned on the nape of my neck and seized it like a steel vice. He pulled my head toward himself and made it lower toward his groin, so gloriously exposed, until my lips rubbed against his long dick, now half erect. "Kiss it, Puddu," Guglielmo ordered, "kiss that beautiful cock!" I again swallowed air, but started to kiss it. One could not but do what the Commander ordered you to do! His dick, under my lips' touch, was increasing its length and size even faster than before. "Now lick it, boy, lick it all, go on!" he again ordered, in a low voice. I started to lick it, and it was becoming longer, centimetre after centimetre, until it became at least as long as the span of my hand, that is more than twenty-five centimetres. It became hard, and so big that if I circled it with my index finger and thumb , I doubt I could close them around. The tip of his tool came almost entirely out of the protective foreskin, it was smooth and of an intense red-purple colour. With his other hand Gulglielmo pulled down the skin and I saw the tiny slit at its tip open under my eyes, violet and glossy, and a pearly small drop appeared in it. "Well then, Cosimo Puddu," the man said in a persuasive but self-assured tone, "you will now take all this good and big cock in your mouth and suck it in a nice way, won't you?" As I said, when the Commander asks you to do something, you just do it at once and in the best way you can. I stretched out a hand slipping it between his balls and cock and took his firm and warm meat pole. Then I made its tip slip between my lips and started to suck at it. Yes, I told myself, the Commander was just right - I had just started doing as he asked me, I had only a few centimetres of his beautiful cock in my mouth and was already enjoying it. It was something strange, it was a feeling I never felt before, but very agreeable. I slipped my other hand between his muscled thighs and grabbed his balls, starting to gently knead them; yes, this also was really agreeable. From that moment on, everything seemed to happen almost as by a law of nature. I let my lips slip around his long, big meat peg until its tip reached my throat and made me almost stop breathing. I then withdrew a little until I felt it was comfortably set into my mouth and started to suck it again, while moving my tongue against it. Meanwhile my hand was moving up and down in a rhythm, on the part of the long pole that my mouth could not keep inside. I was sucking the top half of the big handle of Guglielmo Gerbi while beating the lower half of it. "Oh, yes, so" Guglielmo moaned, his voice low and hoarse for the pleasure he was starting to feel, "suck this good cock, Cosimo, suck it! Load this machine-gun, so I can shoot a good volley!" I sucked and pumped his hot hosepipe for a while, then took away my mouth and made my hand slip a little upwards. While I was slowly beating it all along his twenty-five or more centimetres, I pushed my head further down between his strong thighs. I breathed his sweet male, musky smell, an exciting mix of sweat and sex, and started to lick his big, olive shaped balls, playing on them with all my tongue. Guglielmo moaned again, "Oh, yeeeesss, lick my balls! Eat them, my little cock-sucker hungry for sex! Go on, busy yourself, while they are filling with tasty hot cream, all for you!" I started to lavish each of those two meaty balls a set of licks and tongue strokes, wetting with my saliva all the full sack of soft skin, then let it fall again between his thighs. I made my lips slip again up to the tense and glossy tip of his formidable cock. It was now also all wet with pre-cum, shining like pearl, coming from the little slit. I licked all that creamy announcement of his orgasm, and I liked the taste, even though totally new and strange to me. I then engulfed again a good part of that meaty pole inside my mouth, and started to suck it and to beat it with a growing dedication and pleasure. "Yes, so" the man moaned again, more and more turned on, "you're really doing a nice job. You are a natural cock-sucker, just as I knew you must be. Suck, suck that regulation cock, Cosimo. Make it shoot! This Commander is just longing to shoot his volleys down in your young, hot and deep throat. Don't pull away, Cosimo Puddu, drink all my liqueur as he comes out!" Guglielmo was wasting his breath, fucking hell! The only possibility that I could have stopped sucking that long, firm mounting tool would have been if he ordered me to stop, and I would have obeyed him unwillingly, anyway. That big, juicy meat morsel was the most delicious thing I ever had in my mouth! I went on to greedily suck all the part I could take into my mouth and to beat the rest. With the other hand I was going on playing with his big balls. My cock, hard like rock and still prisoner in my briefs and trousers, was starting to let out the first drops of pre-orgasm, soaking the cloth and dripping down on my thighs. After a while the long and beautiful hands of Guglielmo leaned on my head. Kept it firmly and still, and he started to fuck my mouth giving strokes moving his pelvis from down up, while I was busying myself to suck his pole and to fondle his big balls. "Oh yes," he grunted again, "suck this fucking horny cock! Make it feel good, make it cum, go on!" No sooner had he said this than it happened. He suddenly pushed up his arse from the seat pushing his big and vigorous rod deeper inside my mouth, into my throat. He cried out, "Here it is! It's about to shoot! Here it iiizzzz!" I felt that hard tool throb, then copious jets of thick liqueur started to come out in a volley, as if it was really a machine-gun shooting all its ammunition. Each volley crashed on the back of my mouth, against the uvula, and I noisily and greedily swallowed each jet. Then, when all his ammunition was finished, his cock started to soften inside my mouth, I squeezed carefully his long meat hose, with my lips and tongue, to get the last drops, until it was totally soft and tender. Then Guglielmo pushed my head away from my groin and raised a little his arse. He pulled up his trousers with the briefs and tidied them. His dick, now totally soft, and the sac of his big balls disappeared inside his clothes. He buttoned his jacket. He was now the carabinieri commander again, the man with a hard face and glance, in his impeccable uniform with the red bands. "Wasn't this what you wanted, even without knowing about it?" he asked me in a dry tone. "Yes" "Right. I guessed it." he said simply. He started again the jeep engine, found a place where he could make a U-turn and took me back to the crossroads to Dario's house. He leaned a hand on my thigh and vigorously squeezed it. "Don't dare to say even just one word about what we did, not even to your little friend, understood?" he said piercing me with his steel eyes, but with less of a tone of menace in his voice. "I swear it, mister Commander." I readily answered. "Good. Next time, quite probably, I will give you also another good gift. I will slip all of it also inside your beautiful, young and firm, little arse," he said briefly feeling it. "You can go, for the moment." The commander pulled away his foot from the clutch and the carabinieri jeep pulled away. I followed it with my eyes until it disappeared from my sight, beyond the first bend. I went then at a fast pace towards my friend Dario's house. While I was walking I was asking myself how could Commander Guglielmo Gerbi know, and even be so sure, that I would have liked so much doing what he asked me to do? Well, I said to myself, however he knew, what he ordered me to do had been really great. The Commander really did know everything! And, besides being a beautiful man, he also has a beautiful cock between his muscled thighs! And his cream, who would have thought of that? - it tastes not bad at all, instead it's even rather sweet! ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. 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