Date: Mon, 06 Jun 2005 18:57:49 +0200 From: A.K. Subject: Who has to forgive - chapter 2/9 (Young Friends) ---------------------------- WHO HAS TO FORGIVE by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005 written the 2nd of February, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by David ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "WHO HAS TO FORGIVE" 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 2 ANTONELLO Antonello was born in 1942. In 1943, during an air raid, a bomb fell on their house. Everyone else died, only he remained miraculously unharmed. Someone found him amongst the rubble, alive, crying, hungry, and took him to the nuns' orphanage. He was brought up by the nuns. On his twelfth birthday he was moved to the National Boys' Orphanage for the nuns kept only the girls and so he had to go. For Antonello it was a little traumatic to leave the nuns and his friends. The superintendent of the orphanage took him to his dormitory gave him a bed and a small closet, in which to put his few belongings. His bed was the last in a row of five, near the corner of the room and the central window, and in front these were five more beds. The superintendent then showed him the location of the toilets, the showers, and the refectory, then took him to the recreation room, which was noisy with playful yells, and introduced him to his dormitory-chief and roommates. The dormitory-chief was sixteen years old and his name was Eusebio, but everybody called him Sebi. Antonello immediately took a liking to him. He was dark-skinned, with curly hair, strong, bold, with a wide smile and dark, deep, penetrating eyes. And he saw that in this place he was respected even by the other seven dormitory-chiefs. Sebi asked him if he had put away his belongings, then explained to him the rules of the "house," as they called the orphanage. Among other things, he explained to him that there was a hierarchy to respect and that if he had any problems, he had to talk with his own dormitory-chief - that is, to him. The first two days passed quietly and Antonello began to get used to the place. He was still a little sad he had to leave his home with the nuns, the only reality he had known until then, and where he had had a good life. But, thanks to his good character, he easily started becoming part of the "house." On the third day, while they were showering, the others started making odd jokes at his expense. They put their hands on him, fingering his most intimate parts, and making stupid remarks. Antonello was somewhat annoyed and a little ashamed. He tried to protect himself, to get away from them, but the others, numerous and stronger, soon overcome his defenses. Antonello, out of pride, even while he continued to struggle to free him self, didn't utter a single word of protest, or yell or complain. He was succumbing to these rough games when Sebi entered and immediately intervened. He said just one word Ð "Enough!" But his tone admitted no objections and at once everyone left Antonello in peace, so that the boy could finish washing himself. Sebi washed, too, staying near him, as if to protect him. For the first time Antonello saw Sebi naked, and he liked what he saw. Sebi was surely the most beautiful and the best developed boy in the place. Sebi noticed the admiring looks of the little boy and gave him a slight smile. At that smile, Antonello felt sweet warmth invade him - because in that smile he felt friendship, liking, and protection. So, when the little boy had to shower, for his own safety he always managed to enter with Sebi and to stay near him. That way, moreover, he could admire at his leisure the body of his dormitory-chief, who was becoming his idol. Sebi, even when he was playing with the older boys in the recreation rooms or in the courtyard, seemed to never lose sight of Antonello, and the boy was happy about that: he felt safe. In fact, nobody teased him any more, nobody bothered him. He had been in the house for about a month and they were again in the showers. Antonello had finished washing himself. He had already rinsed himself off and was about to leave the room when Sebi handed him the soap and told him to wash better. Antonello looked at him, slightly puzzled, but at the smile of the other boy, started again to wash himself. He didn't notice Sebi gesturing to the others to leave, nor did he see him whispering to one of the boys to keep watch outside the door to warn if a superintendent came. When they were alone, Sebi took him by the arm, pulling him near, under the pelting water and said to him, almost shouting to be heard, he wanted to kiss him. Antonello, somewhat astounded but also a little flattered just nodded yes and let him do it. Sebi embraced him and, while kissing him, started caressing the boy all over his body. It was agreeable, beautiful, and the little boy let him do it, enjoying these sensations, so new and strange, yet pleasurable. Sebi asked Antonello if he liked him and the boy vigorously nodded. Then he asked him if he wanted to be his boy. Antonello said yes, but then asked what exactly it meant to be his boy. Sebi explained to him that it meant having sex with him, and asked Antonello if he ever had had sex with anyone. Antonello shook his head. Sebi, continuing to caress the boy, told him he would teach him, that he had to trust him and to do everything he told him. Antonello nodded in agreement, because he had full trust in his companion. And so his sexual initiation began. Sebi had the boy caress, kiss, and lick him all over his body. The boy liked doing it very much, because he knew that his hero enjoyed it. Then Sebi had him kneel in front of him, and offered him his erect member to lick and kiss. Antonello did it without any objection, rather proud that Sebi allowed him to perform an act so intimate. After the little boy had been devotedly licking and sucking that beautiful flesh pole for a while, Sebi had him stand up and said, caressing his little ass that he wanted to slip his tool inside his ass. Antonello answered yes - if Sebi wanted to do that, it meant that it was a good thing to do. Sebi made him turn, soaped the little hole and started to push his rod inside, very gently. Luckily for the boy, Sebi's member was not too thick, so he wasn't hurt. When he was inside to the hilt, Sebi asked him if everything was OK. When he got a positive answer, he started to fuck him, caressing and masturbating him, and kissing his neck. Antonello enjoyed this very much also. He was happy to have his friend inside him. When both were satisfied (for the little boy this was his first ejaculation, even if he only leaked a few almost transparent drops), they rinsed off again. Sebi explained to him that he was now his boy, and that therefore he wasn't to do these things with anybody else. Antonello felt very proud about that. After leaving the showers and getting dressed again, Sebi announced to the others that now Antonello was his boy and woe betide anyone who touched him. From then on, whenever they could get away by themselves, they made love, and the little boy loved it more and more. At times even in the depth of night, after the superintendent made his last tour, Sebi slipped into his boy's bed, lowered his little briefs, had him fold his legs up on his chest, and took him. Antonello became aware that in their dormitory there were two other steady couples. At times, while Sebi took him during the night, he could make out two friends making love on the bed near his own, and that excited him very much. At times Antonello asked Sebi: "Am I important to you?" "Sure you are!" "Am I worth a lot to you?" "Yes, of course." "How much?" "Twelve liras," Sebi always answered him with a warm smile, and Antonello smiled too, happy for that answer jokingly said, but in which he could feel real affection. When Sebi had a small pastry, he always shared it with him, and if he had a comic, Antonello was the first to be allowed to read it after him. The little boy felt happy. But one day, about eight months after he became Sebi's boy, Antonello saw his lover taking another boy in the showers. This was a shock to him, a big disappointment. But he said nothing, he pretended nothing had happened. But he started, when the occasion arose, to have sex with other boys also, hiding it from Sebi. One of them also let Antonello penetrate him. Then a new boy came into the house, and Sebi left Antonello and made the newcomer his boy. Now that Antonello was without a steady lover, he started to have sex with almost anybody, taking it as it came. Then, for a certain period, he had a steady relationship with Tonio, the fifteen year old boy in the bed facing his own, who taught him to do a fantastic sixty-nine. But it didn't last very long. One afternoon, when Antonello was fourteen, and they were watching a Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy movie, he sneaked off to the garden tool shed with a twelve year old boy to make love. They both had their shorts lowered to their knees; the little boy was standing and leaning forward against the shed wall, with Antonello behind him. He had just slipped his tool inside the boy's ass, and was starting to fuck him with pleasure, when Rosario, one of the superintendents, entered the shed. They remained still, petrified like two statues, Antonello still firmly embedded in his friend's little ass. They looked at the man in sheer terror. The superintendent, with a dark expression, ordered them to dress and to go at once to the dormitory. Then he summoned first the little boy. Antonello was waiting, sitting on the edge of his bed, and he was really scared. What would happen now? Sebi had told him that some years before, two boys had been caught doing it in the toilets, and had been sent to the reformatory. Was it going to happen to them, too? When Rosario appeared again in the dormitory and gestured at him to follow him, Antonello had his heart in his mouth and trembled from head to toe. Rosario took him to his office and subjected him to a long interrogation - since when had he been doing those things, if he did it also with other boys (but Antonello refused to give him their names, and luckily the superintendent didn't insist), whether he liked it... The boy answered honestly, because he understood that lying was of no use at all. Then Rosario told him that he didn't want to punish him and that, therefore, as he said before also to the other boy, if he stopped doing these things, he would not report him. The other boy had promised, now it was up to Antonello. Antonello thought about the request, then answered, but without the least challenge in his tone, that he couldn't honestly promise he would never do it again, because he liked it too much. While he was saying these words, he feared the man would become angry, but to his great amazement, Rosario smiled and praised him for his honesty. Then he told him that he really didn't want to punish him, but that at the same time he could not just let him do as he pleased. Therefore he proposed to him, in a friendly tone, that if one day his desire became too strong, he should come to see him and he would try to find a way to help him. Antonello, somewhat surprised, but relieved, nodded in agreement, but the superintendent asked him to promise, or better to swear, and told him that if he caught Antonello doing those things again, he would be forced to send him to the reformatory. And he also warned Antonello that the other superintendents would not have offered him a second chance as he was doing. For some days, Antonello was able to resist the temptation to try it again. But one night his bed neighbor slipped under his blankets and the boy, after a weak resistance, gave up trying to make him leave and they made love. The following day Antonello was afraid he would be summoned by Rosario, but nothing happened. Again for a few days, he didn't have any more sex, but soon felt a pressing desire growing in him. So one day, shortly after lunch, he went and knocked on Rosario's door, and confessed to him he was feeling a very strong desire to make love, and he was no longer able to resist it. Rosario asked him quietly how great his craving was. Antonello answered honestly that even at that moment he had a hard on and that the desire was enormous. The man smiled and asked him what desire it was what he wanted to do. At first Antonello was hesitant and embarrassed, but then described in a more and more explicit way what he was craving for, all his fantasies - first of all to suck a good dick, and possibly to have his own sucked, then to take it in his ass, and also to fuck a nice ass... Rosario just listened and nodded. When at last Antonello became silent, Rosario asked him to solemnly swear to keep a secret, and after the boy swore, told him that he too desired to do exactly the same things and that if he wanted, they could make love together. At first Antonello thought that the man was pulling his leg, but he asked Rosario if he was proposing to make him his steady boy. The man quietly answered yes. Then he stood up, locked the door without a sound, went close to the boy and whispered to him to keep silent, especially if somebody knocked at the door. He then began undressing Antonello, slowly, inviting him to do the same to him. The boy found the situation very exciting and acceded at once to the request. After a while they both were naked, standing in front of each other, and Antonello was admiring with wide eyes the man's glorious erection. It was the first time he had seen an adult naked, and what he was seeing aroused him very much. Rosario had a slightly hairy chest, wide and with well shaped pecks, his arms and belly completely hairless. A thick bush surrounded the hard and throbbing member, pointing fiercely toward him. The firm legs were lightly covered with dark hairs. Instinctively, Antonello knelt and started eagerly to lick and suck that fabulous dick, long but not thick, hard as steel and smooth as silk. He saw Rosario closing his eyes and enjoying what he was doing to him. He pushed it into his throat and breathed in the manly scent of his groin. After a while the man whispered him that he was really good, but to stop. He gently pushed the boy to the sofa, made him lie down, knelt on the floor at his side and started to lick, suck, gently bite all over his body, lingering especially on his nipples, belly and member, Antonello felt like he was in a dream, he had never felt anything so beautiful, he could barely hold back his moans of pleasure. The man devoted himself to the boy for long, delicious minutes, without the haste that had marked the boy's previous sexual encounters, and Antonello enjoyed it with an intensity he had never felt before. But the ultimate was when Rosario plunged between his legs and with his tongue traced his way from the boy's throbbing member to his hypersensitive testicles, then lower, down and down, until he was darting it against the boy's blazing little hole. Instinctively, Antonello pulled his legs up to his chest and pushed out his ass, so that the man could lick it more easily. He felt the tongue tip forcing his sphincter, wetting it thoroughly, titillating it, penetrating it, then withdrawing and giving it strong laps. Antonello was shuddering with pleasure; he had never experienced anything so beautiful with his friends. Rosario truly had the skill of an artist. The man continued, skillfully caressing him and teasing him all over his body until he felt that the boy was ready, aflame, filled with desire. Then he stood up, seized him and replaced his tongue with the tip of his powerful member. "Do you want it?" he asked in an excited murmur. Antonello vigorously nodded yes. So, guiding it with his hand, he rubbed it against the well lubricated hole, sometimes pushing, sometimes rubbing it all around. The boy seized his buttocks with hands, spreading them and offering himself to the man in a silent, urgent request to be penetrated. Rosario pushed and started slowly sinking into him, inch after inch. Antonello pushed out to ease and accelerate the penetration that was giving him such wild pleasure. Finally Rosario was completely inside, and he started to pound that delicious little ass. They made love with enormous passion and fire, until they both burst into an intense long-lasting orgasm. Antonello was overflowing with joy, even more so when he realized that the man was in ecstasy. Being able to make love like this, in complete silence, was a new and fantastic experience for the boy. When they dressed again, they were both more than satisfied. Rosario told him he was the best boy he had ever had, and that filled Antonello with pride. So Antonello became Rosario's lover. They were not often able to be alone together, but when they managed to, they could take their time making love. Their secret relationship lasted for two years, without anyone even suspecting it. Antonello was no longer interested in the other boys, at this point - nobody could bear comparison with his Rosario. When he was sixteen, the "house" found him a job outside. So every day he left the house to work as a waiter in a small coffee shop in Saint Sebastian Lane. His wages were put in a closed account, but he could pocket the tips for his small desires. He had been working in that bar for three months when Rosario was moved to another orphanage in the capital. For Antonello, it was a great sorrow to lose his lover, but he had to adapt himself. So he chose a thirteen year old in his dormitory and made him his boy. But there was no comparison with Rosario... One afternoon, Rosario came to the bar where Antonello worked, accompanied by a friend, a young man whose name was Leo. Antonello was radiant to see Rosario again. As there were few customers, they were able to chat for a while, and as Leo was also gay, there were no problems. Antonello was somewhat taken aback and unhappy when Rosario told him he had a new lover, a fifteen year old boy in the new orphanage, but, after all, he had done the same thing himself, so he had to accept it. At any rate, the boy understood that it was really over between them. Then Rosario said good bye as he had to run some errands. When they were alone, Leo told Antonello that he liked him very much, and that Rosario had told him that he was really good in bed, so he wanted to make love with him. The boy was surprised at such a direct approach. Leo was handsome, he thought, and it might be agreeable to make love with him. After all, he needed a more substantial relationship than the one he had with his little boy in the house. And so, he accepted. Leo was living alone, nearby, in Cathedral Square. They agreed that the young man would come to pick him up at the end of his work shift. Antonello was rather excited at the prospect of the forthcoming encounter and his work hours went by joyfully. He changed and went out to the street. The young man was already there waiting for him. They walked quickly to Leo's house, merrily chatting about this and that. They went upstairs. As soon as he closed his apartment door, Leo put his hands between the boy's legs to check its consistency, and gave a pleased smile when he felt that the boy was already fully aroused. Without a word, he started to undress him with feverish hands while the boy was undressing him and they were moving towards the bedroom, leaving behind them a trail of clothes on the floor. When they were near the bed, both were already stark naked. Leo's body was even more beautiful than Rosario's, he had the body of an athlete, and a considerable member, thick and long, bending upwards at a forty-five degree angle. The young man pushed him onto the bed, had him spread his thighs and stood between them, then took the boy's legs and put them on his shoulders. From the nightstand he took a little container of Vaseline and thoroughly lubricated the boy's hole and his own vibrating rod. Then, without any other preamble, Leo pushed it all the way inside him, and started vigorously to fuck him. The bed swayed and creaked under the rhythmic assaults of the young man. Antonello felt an intense pleasure, marred only by the complete absence of any preliminaries, of the gentleness and cuddles that Rosario had gotten him used to. But in the end he liked the vigor, the impetuosity with which Leo was taking him, and he abandoned himself to the man, enjoying the powerful servicing. He saw the young man's muscles quiver at each thrust, his face, engrossed and absorbed in enjoying him, and this excited him a lot. He started masturbating himself and the pleasure dizzily increased. Leo was really and truly a stallion in heat. While he was fucking Antonello, he looked straight into his eyes, and in his look there was an intense light that revealed a mixture of pleasure, triumph, and victory. He was like a knight intoxicated by the battle he is winning, like a lord certain of his force and power, of his dominion over his subject. Yes, Antonello felt dominated, pleasurably dominated. Suddenly Antonello exploded in a fantastic orgasm and the palpitations and contractions of his hole increased and accelerated Leo's pleasure so that soon he too unloaded inside the boy with long and strong thrusts of his hips and filled him with a stream of incandescent lava, moaning aloud his pleasure at each stroke. Leo's face was transfigured by his wild enjoyment. When it was all over, Antonello saw Leo's face relax, returning to normal. Then the young man withdrew from him with a satisfied and sated air cleaned his member that was going back to its relaxed size, and handed him a linen towel to clean himself. He left the bed and went to pick up all their clothes, then he got dressed again and handed the boy his clothes. They moved to the living room and Leo offered him a drink, switched on the radio and tuned it to a music station, sat in front of him and chatted with him of this and that. Almost as if nothing had happened between them, Antonello thought, stupefied. With Rosario it was different. After making love they still caressed, enjoying their intimacy a little longer. And Antonello understood that with Rosario he made love, while with Leo it was just a fuck. Beautiful, pleasurable, wild, but just a fuck. Nevertheless, Leo and Antonello met again, and a couple of times a week they had sex. One day Antonello said to Leo that he would like sometime to be the top. Leo smiled but shook his head - he never allowed anyone to penetrate him, he didn't like that. But he added that if Antonello really wanted to be a top, he could introduce him to a friend who only liked being a bottom. Even better, Leo proposed with a lusty smile, they could have a threesome. At first Antonello was hesitant, but actually the idea aroused him, so at last he accepted. He just made one condition, that he wanted to see beforehand who the third person would be and if he liked him. A few days later, Leo came into the bar with a boy about the same age as Antonello, whose name was Enzo. His hair was light brown, almost blond, and he was somewhat thin, with gentle manners, perhaps a little too snobbish. He was the son of the head physician at the city hospital, and attended the classic studies high school. At first Antonello felt almost in awe of him, but then the boy's shy look and the evident admiration he showed for Antonello, convinced him. Enzo and Leo would wait for him at the young man's house... At the end of his shift he changed and hurried up to Leo's place. The young man came to the door wearing just a robe. Enzo was already naked on the bed, lying in a languid pose. Antonello quickly undressed and climbed onto the bed together with Leo - all three were fully aroused. Leo had Enzo get on all fours and told him to give head to Antonello, while he fucked Enzo. The boy was definitely skilled, and Antonello liked the way he worked his tool with his mouth and also liked seeing how Leo was pistoning into Enzo's nice little ass. After a while Leo, who was directing the game, withdrew and gave up his place to Antonello. As soon as he was completely immersed in Enzo, Leo went behind him, lubricated his hole and penetrated him in turn. Antonello started to move back and forth so that while he was slipping out of the boy, he was impaled by the young man, and vice versa. The sensation of fucking and being fucked at the same time was really good and exciting, and Antonello fully enjoyed it. To be between those two naked bodies, enjoying both of them at the same time, was something new and exciting to the boy. Enzo urged him in a low voice to fuck harder, and swayed under him, igniting his pleasure more and more. At the same time, Leo rocked and swayed in rhythm, making the double penetration that much more pleasant. While Antonello caressed the almost emphatic body of Enzo, the boy reached back with his hands and caressed Antonello's body that Leo was also titillating in turn. Those four hands on his body produced intense shudders of pleasure in him. He confusedly thought that he was only missing a tasty rod in his mouth to complete that orgy of sensations so sharp and intense. He closed his eyes and imagined he was in his dormitory and that in front of him there was Sebi, all naked, standing with his legs spread, offering him his hard dick to suck. And he came, long and plentifully, in a symphony of pleasure spasms. Having a threesome was good too, Antonello thought, but afterward he still missed the tenderness and the cuddles he had from Rosario. With him it was possible that he hadn't ever enjoyed it so intensely on a physical level, but he enjoyed it much more on a different level that Antonello didn't hesitate to define, in his own mind, as spiritual. Even Enzo, having reached orgasm, seemed suddenly to shut off like Leo and to forget what just happened amongst them. And this left Antonello somewhat unsatisfied. But he liked it on the physical level, so he continued to meet sometimes just with Leo, sometimes all three, with Enzo. But he felt inside himself that what he really needed was something else, a real lover - that is, somebody able to give him not only physical enjoyment, but also spiritual enjoyment, that is... love. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some of my stories. If someone wants to read them, the URL is http://andrejkoymasky.com If you want to send me feed-back, or desire to help revising my English translations, so that I can put on-line more of my English stories please e-mail at andrej@andrejkoymasky.com ---------------------------