GOLD, INCENSE and MYRRH by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005 written the 21st of February, 1994 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Brian
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"GOLD, INCENSE and MYRRH" 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 8 - A kitten for Alberto
They started working in Alberto's new disco. The uniforms they had to wear were decidedly elegant and sexy. Alberto had them designed by Versace. The other personnel of the disco were, more or less, all young and handsome - they ranged from the eighteen of the waiters to the thirty-five of the accountant; they were all slender and well built and the least handsome of them, the sound-mixing technician, was a guy who could turn the heads of several men or women. None of them had behaved or gestured in any way that would suggest they were gay. All together, it clearly came out the picture of the male that Alberto liked.
The opening was a real success - there had been a good publicity campaign and the premises were crowded. For the occasion Alberto hired a South-American dance-troupe. They were all really beautiful and they performed, half naked, in a set of very erotic dances, obtaining a long ovation and great success.
Because of his work, Massimo was mainly dealt with the two cloak-room boys and the three chucker-outs, while Gilberto had more contact with the two technicians and the waiters. To prevent eventual questions by the others about their relationship with the boss, the two lovers decided not to answer any questions with a yes or a no - they didn't want to tell lies, but neither did they want to cause embarrassment to Alberto with any of his employees.
Massimo overheard a piece of conversation among two of the chucker-out boys:
"You already went to the bed of the boss?"
"Yeah. And you?"
"Not yet. How is he in bed?"
"He knows the game. He really doesn't seem the fifty-year-old he is... I enjoyed it. He likes to amuse himself just the same we youths do, and he is skilled..."
"Is it true he is well equipped?"
"Are you worried? Well, it's for sure not small, the right size, I would say. And he uses it like a virtuoso. Sooner or later he will call you too, don't worry."
"Did you go to his home?"
"Yeah, sure. A beautiful, spacious home. He let me stay until dinner time."
"But... what does he like to do, in bed?"
"Everything. Yes, really everything!"
"Is he vulgar? Is he into SM?"
"No, on the contrary, he seems rather a romantic; not really vanilla, anyway. But why? You look worried."
"No... it's that I... I took it in the ass just twice, when I was in the army, and it is not that... it hurt a little and... you see?
"It is somewhat a question of getting used to it, and also the other being skilled or not. And the boss is skilled."
"But does he also take it in his ass?"
"Sure, he does everything, as I told you. But, rather, tell me, why don't you come to my place after closing time? So I can give you a true-to-life demonstration of what the boss does. Are you game?"
Massimo smiled to himself. Certainly, as they all were gay, who knows how many sagas would develope there. When, back home, he told Gilberto what he heard, his lover just smiled.
"Two of the waiters have already made me clearly understand they would like doing it with me."
"Really? And what did you tell them?"
"That I only like men above forty, so that set their minds and cocks at rest." Gilberto answered merrily.
As they worked during the night, they got into the habit of making love during the day, and this suited them. At the end of the first month, they got their first salary. They put all the banknotes together, spreading them on the table, and were looking at them with eyes like saucers.
"Gosh, so much money all together, and so suddenly, makes me feel drunk. And you, Max?"
"You bet. Little by little we can refurbish this attic, don't you think?"
"I thought it would be rather good to save them so that, when we have enough money, we can move to a small flat. Even just a kitchen, a bedroom and living room, but with a bathroom and shower. What do you think of that?"
"Sure, as you like. But I love it here in the attic, above the roofs."
"We can look for something above the roofs, then. Possibly even with a terrace where we can sunbathe."
"Oh, yes, that would be great. Then we can also make love on the terrace."
"That's all you think about, isn't it?"
"Of course, when you are near me!"
Alberto proved to be an agreeable and likeable man. Gradually the relationship with him became, more than simply correct, and a reciprocal liking developed. In his free time, Alberto often chatted with his personnel, to get to know them better and to get a feeling of the atmosphere. He didn't want frictions among his staff. He was decidedly a very good manager. So, the mutual liking became, in a few months, a friendship. At times Alberto invited the two lovers to dinner at his home or in a restaurant, just to chat and spend his time with them. The two youths started to be more and more appreciative of the man.
Thus, one day they were having lunch together, Gilberto said, "Alberto, why don't you seriously think about finding a steady partner? You cannot spend the rest of your life as it is now, can you? Everybody needs to give and to receive love, don't you think? It's not enough surely just to amuse himself."
"Bahhh, I'm fifty, now. Who do you think would be my partner? Moreover, I like only young people. A youth would never be bound to an old man."
"First of all, you aren't an old man. Even your fifty years don't show, you could be thought to only be forty. Moreover, there are also youths who like to have a mature partner."
"I don't know. I must confess that after getting to know you two, I started again to think of it, at times. But I told myself that at this point I've missed the boat."
"Don't be silly, Alberto! You, who are always so enterprising and able to do so many things"!
"Well, about my more intimate ways, I never was a drake. You see, I have an ideal, but as with all the ideals, I know it is out of reach."
"An ideal? Do you feel like telling us?" Massimo asked.
"See, I don't ask for a Romeo ready to die for me. Neither do I ask for an Adonis. I would like a youth, nice, honest, quiet, affectionate, simple, faithful, that makes me feel... at home. A cat, in a word. Independent, but always ready to get on your lap and to purr. Waiting for you behind the door when he hears you are coming. One having his own life but living it in symbiosis with you. One interested in what he can get out of it, but who finds the answers to his needs in you and thus he is glad to be with you. One able to be really sweet but also resolute. A little less selfish than a cat, anyway. Someone affectionate to me, even if he doesn't love me madly, and who will accept my affection. A son - brother - friend - lover... Well, I never found such a boy. With the boys of the disco, there is not even one I would like to have a real relationship with. Each of the boys has a little piece of what I dream about, but just a little piece. Therefore, I am content with the little I can find here and there..."
They discussed the subject a few times, and one day Massimo got an idea. What if they could get Alberto to meet Rasim? Massimo remembered well the description that Rasim gave of his ideal lover - it seemed to fit quite well with the personality and character of Alberto. If they could just get the two to meet...
But how? After so much time he didn't even know if he was able to find the Arab boy's home again. He talked about it with Gilberto. Together they went to the park to look for Rasim, they asked after him, but it seemed that there was no trace of him. Nobody had ever heard his name. After several days of searching, they decided to give up and abandoned the idea.
"Gil? While we have been looking for Rasim, I thought I would also like you to meet Rocco and Roger, so you can get to know them. Who knows if they are asking themselves how my story ended? Do they still remember me? My meeting you, I owe that to those, who prevented my suicide and gave me back the courage to live."
"I too would like to meet them, so that I can thank them."
"The only one whose address I have is Roger. Rocco, I don't have a clue how to find him. I know he is a policeman, but I cannot just go to the police and ask how many Rocco's there are amongst them and where they live. Can I?"
"For sure not, they would find it at least weird, in any case they would never give a policeman's address to the first guy looking for him. Anyway, you can try to call Roger, just for a start."
When Roger recognized Massimo on the phone, he shouted a very warm welcome, "Good Lord, what a pleasure hearing from you again! Where are you? What are you doing? How's your life?"
"I'm well and happy. I'm still here in Milan and work in a disco, and now live with my boyfriend who is a DJ. And as I told him about you, I would like you two to meet, if this doesn't bother you."
"Bother me? Absolutely not, my boy, on the contrary. Listen, can you two come to my home one evening for supper? Oh, no, of course, if you work in a disco..."
"On Wednesday evenings it is closed and we are free."
"That's perfect. Then we can meet next Wednesday; is that alright?"
"Very well, Roger. See you soon, then."
They spent a splendid evening together. Roger was a refined host, and he and Gilberto hit it off at once.
"Ah, Massimo, my boy! Do you know that after you left me, for days and days I read the newspapers afraid to read in them about you? I felt I had not been able to help you. I felt bad. In those twenty-four hours I grew a little fond of you. I thank you that you decided to make me part of your newly found happiness."
Gilberto said, "I have to thank you for what you did to help my Max. Without you and the other two... Kings, I would possibly never have had the good fortune to meet him and to enjoy the happiness I now have with him."
"Oh, I really did very little."
"No, on the contrary. My Max told me everything you did for him in those twenty- four hours."
"Everything?" Roger asked, slightly embarrassed.
"Yes, sure, everything."
"In all the details?"
"Yes, and it seems to me that you were able to give him exactly what he needed in that moment."
"Well, you are generous in saying so. Afterwards, I asked myself several times if I acted properly. I didn't really rape him, that is, I mean, I wanted to, but not for myself, I never liked making love in that way; but I hoped that he, rebelling against me, could find again in himself the strength to rebel against all the pain he was suffering. But later I asked myself several times if mine was the right... therapy."
"It seems it really was, Roger." Massimo said with a smile.
"Well, my boys, now that we have met, let's try not to lose contact again, all right? Would you give me the address of the disco where you work? So that I can show up there now and again. And possibly also hook some nice boy who likes black meat. You told me it is a mixed disco, right?"
"Yes, possibly forty per cent gay patrons, and all us employees are gay."
"Very good, the old satyr found the right bread for his teeth..." Roger giggled in self-irony.
Massimo and Gilberto found their ideal home - it was on the tenth floor of a new building, with elevator and central heating, composed of a small entrance room, a spacious living room, two bed-rooms one large and one small, kitchen and bathroom, set out in an "L" shape around a large terrace. They asked to have the telephone and moved there, after furnishing it. They used the bigger room as a studio for Gil's work and the smaller as a bedroom. And the terrace, once the good weather came, would be a perfect solarium were they could sunbathe (and make love) totally naked without being seen. As soon as they settled into the new place, they first invited Alberto, then Roger, then also a couple of co- workers with whom they were friends.
Christmas came and Massimo could at last have the Nativity crib he desired - besides the Holy family with the ass and the ox, there were only the three Kings (Rasim, Rocco and Roger), an Angel (Diego) and two shepherds (Massimo and Gilberto). They were small wooden statues from Val Gardena, about forty centimeters tall, very beautiful that Gilberto got for his lover just before Christmas. Massimo was happy and moved as Gilberto also bought the angel-Diego.
On Christmas Eve, before the disco opened, they went for a stroll downtown to enjoy the Christmas atmosphere. They were wandering about aimlessly, serene, looking at the shop-windows full of lights and colors, when Massimo squeezed Gilberto's arm.
"That one, there... that's Rasim! Yes, that's him!"
"Run, call him before we lose him!" his lover said.
Massimo ran, followed by Gilberto. Rasim was walking fast. He turned a corner. Massimo was afraid to have lost him, but when he too turned the corner, saw him standing in front of a confectioner's shop-window.
He reached him and asked, "May I buy you a tartlet?"
Rasim turned and looked at him with an air just slightly sullen, but at once recognized him and broke out a dazzling smile.
"God bless you! You are Massimo!"
"Hi, Rasim. How are you?"
"This is really a wonderful Christmas present. How are you!"
Meanwhile Gilberto had reached them.
"May I introduce you to my man? This is Gilberto; Gilberto, Rasim."
"How do you do, Gilberto."
"I'm happy to meet you at last, Rasim. Massimo told me a lot about you."
"I'm so happy I've found you again, Rasim. I looked for you for ages."
"Don't you remember where I live? I'm always there."
"No, I couldn't remember. You know, that night I didn't really have my wits about me. But tell me, how are you doing?"
"My usual life. I'm OK. I've good clients, I can't complain."
"But... always clandestine?"
"Eh, what can I do? I'm afraid I will be clandestine forever, or until the law catches up with me. But you, rather, you seem to be alright. And he - you have a splendid lover. I'm happy for you. In these two years I often prayed for you, do you know that?"
"Thank you. I too thought often of you. Listen, Rasim, he and I work in a disco, we're on duty this evening, unhappily, but we would be pleased to meet you again and to spend some time together, if you feel like. Do you have a phone, now?"
"Yes. And I also had calling cards printed. Wait, I'll give you one." He said pulling out a small card.
There, written in an elegant script was just "Rasim" and under it just the telephone number. Rasim wrote his address on the back and gave it to Massimo.
"I too would like spending some time with you. Tonight I'm free. Could I come to the disco?"
"A very good idea. And when we close, you can come to our home. There is a spare bed for guests. You can sleep there and tomorrow we can have lunch together. Are you game?"
"I hoped you would take me to your bed." The boy said jokingly.
Massimo answered with a smile, "That's not possible. He and I are really in love, and between two who are in love..."
"... there is no place, of course. I was just jesting." Rasim said, more to Gilberto than to Massimo.
Gilberto nodded. "So, will you come, Rasim? We would be really pleased."
"Yes, I'm coming. Anyway I have no engagements for tomorrow. Will you give me your address, anyway?"
Rasim showed up at the disco after eleven. He greeted his two friends, then danced all night long. More than one of the patrons tried to approach the handsome Arab. He then made clear that he did it for money and if the guy accepted, Rasim gave him a card.
"Tonight I'm busy, but if you call me after tomorrow..." he said with a cheeky smile and dived again onto the crowded dance-floor.
When the disco closed, Rasim was waiting for them on the pavement. They went home together, opened the sofa-bed in the living room for him and showed him where the toilet was.
"It's late and we are quite tired. I think it's better to hit the sack now and leave till tomorrow the thousand things we have to talk about." Gilberto said.
"OK, big boss. Good night, then." The boy said merrily and winking, he started to undress.
The two lovers went to their room. "Well, what do you think of him, Gil?"
"I like him. He is merry, handsome and, it seems, sweet. Who knows, he could be the right mate for Alberto..."
"And vice versa. Tomorrow we will tell Rasim and, if he's interested, we will talk with Alberto. Then we'll arrange a meeting."
"The proof of the pudding will be in the eating..." Gilberto concluded.
The following morning, after talking about their project between them, they prepared lunch. While eating, Massimo broached the subject.
"Rasim, when we first met, you told me about how much you would have liked to be able to stay in Italy."
"Yes, sure, as long as they don't arrest me..."
"If you had a work permit, you would have no more problems, not so?"
"Sure, but who do you think would hire me? Moreover, what job am I able to do, beside hustle? And hustlers cannot get a permanent visa..."
"But if you found a man that liked you, he could possibly help you to stay legally, in one way or another."
"Rather! Several men promised me that, but then... Someone who knows you are a hustler, won't trust on you as a lover. They wouldn't believe I would be able to be faithful. You see, it's not that I complain being a hustler, mainly now that I can choose my johns. But I don't really like it so much. If I could, I would easily stop. I'm now twenty-one, I would like to have a... normal life. With my man, like you two. With a regular job. Somebody to take care of and who takes care of me. Bah... those are just dreams, I'm afraid. But I continue to dream. Dreams are free, and don't hurt anybody."
"That's one of the reasons we were looking for you, Rasim. We possibly know the right man for you. Of course, it is up to you to see if you like each other. Anyway, he is fifty-one years old, though he looks ten years less. He's not beautiful, but fascinating. He is rich, good-hearted, and he is looking, to use his own words, for a cat."
"A cat?"
"Yes, a young man, affectionate, willing to jump on his lap and to purr, but with his own personality and independence. He too seems to be looking for somebody to take care of and who would take care of him. Therefore, before telling him about you, we wanted to know if you are interested in meeting him. He can, we are quite sure, give you a job and get you a permanent working visa."
"It seems almost a fairy tale. And who is this man?"
"The owner of our disco."
"Good gracious! He has to be really rich, then!"
"Sure thing."
"But wouldn't he think that a hustler like I am is going with him just for his money?"
"It's up to you to show him it's not so. In the past he had only negative experiences, people who wanted in one way or another exploit him. Therefore he is now rather distrustful. But he is our friend and if we introduce you to him, he may accept try, at least. Would you like us to tell him about you?"
"Yes, sure. But don't portray me too nicely. Tell him straight out, who I am, what's my job now. And then see if he wants to meet me all the same."
That same evening Gilberto asked Alberto when they could speak in private, with Massimo, without being disturbed.
"Ah, not tomorrow. Three of the waiters are coming to my place for a little orgy. I never tried a foursome, and as the boys seem to like the idea, I'll try it. Day after tomorrow? You can come and have lunch at my place. Is that OK?"
"Yes, that's good."
"But... is there some problem?"
"No, no, not at all. We just wanted to talk with you about cats."
"About cats?" Alberto asked with surprise, evidently not remembering the expression he had used.
"Yes, we will explain to you day after tomorrow." Gilberto answered, smiling amusedly.
"If you are asking me to take an animal in my home, forget it, the answer is no. Piero would never forgive me such a thing."
"Piero? Who's this Piero?"
"Oh, yes, you don't know him. He's the man that comes to do the housework every evening. A good man, but when I hired him he said straightforward: only if you have no animals in your home, mister Sossi, and also if you don't leave used prophylactics around..."
"Ah. But he knows you're gay?"
"Sure, and he is gay too. A little in the style of an old sour maid, but really a good man. He keeps my home as clean as new pin. He is trustworthy and of course he is not scandalized if he finds gay magazines around. He's lived with his lover for thirty years, a railway man. He cleans two apartments, mine and that of a chief physician in the city hospital, a gay man he too, an acquaintance who two years ago introduced Piero to me. So, well, see you the day after tomorrow, then."
They went to Alberto's for lunch and spoke at length about Rasim. Alberto seemed quite interested.
"If you say he is a good boy, it doesn't bother me he is a hustler at present. He's had a hard life, poor boy, and it is a real miracle his soul didn't wither. Yes, a kitten like that in my home... could be ideal. And if I like him I can give him a job and get him a visa. He is twenty-one, and if he is also handsome as you say, he could work as waiter in my disco. If we fit together well, I would also be faithful to him..."
"I don't really think you would miss other boys if you were with him. So, then, can we organize this meeting?"
"Yes, sure, but not a formal one, it could be embarrassing for the boy, or for me. Just tell him to come to the disco - we can start seeing each other, to meet, then possibly I can invite him here, one thing leads to another, right?"
Thus Rasim started to go often to the disco. Alberto felt at once strongly attracted by the physical aspect of the boy, but gradually he felt even more attracted by his personality. Rasim, even though he wasn't so much physically attracted by Alberto, was soon fascinated by his character.
The funny thing is that, although one was a libertine and the other a hustler, more than a month elapsed before they made love for the first time. Both of them were opening their hearts to Gilberto and Massimo, so they followed the evolution of the relationship from a privileged point of view and got a strong impression that the two were really made for one another.
The first time...
"Rasim?"
"Yes?"
"I want to ask you, if you feel like, staying at my place, tonight."
"I would like that."
"Really?"
"Yes. I'm glad you asked me."
"I like you, you know? So I thought we can try becoming somewhat more intimate..."
"Thank you."
"I'm promising you nothing... not yet."
"We do need to know each other better, Alberto."
"Yes, that's how I feel. Anyway I want you to know that what I desire is not just to have a fuck with you. I mean... I would like it to be something more, possibly the beginning of something more serious. Possibly."
"We can only try, don't you think?"
After closing time, Alberto took Rasim to his home. He offered him a drink. He didn't want to take him to his bed at once, even though his desire was very strong. Rasim guessed it - his experience with so many clients had refined his ability to understand others.
"Can we go to bed?" Rasim asked, after a while, with a sweet smile.
"Yes, sure, come. Here it is." The man said guiding the boy and feeling incredibly excited. "Can we undress with the light on, Rasim?"
"Sure. But may I undress you, Alberto, and you me?"
"Yes."
They undressed each other, almost without touching each other's bodies.
"You are so beautiful." Alberto whispered.
"Thank you. You too have a nice body. Do you do lot of gym?"
"Just a little, only to keep in good shape."
They lay down. Rasim cuddled against him, skillfully caressing all the right spots.
"Ohhhh!" the man moaned enjoying the sensations and caressing the boy's hair.
After a while, terribly aroused, he kissed Rasim on the lips, cupped his hands on the small, sinewy buttocks pulling him to himself. Rasim caressed up and down his spine.
"God, my boy, you're really skilled!" Alberto said turning and lowering himself onto the boy's body.
"You too are arousing me a lot." The Arab boy answered and they kissed again.
"I want to take you, Rasim"... the man said in a murmur.
"Yes, me too." The boy answered, his voice hoarse.
They made love.
First Alberto took the boy from his front and loved to see in the boy's smile and eyes how much he was enjoying being penetrated - Rasim underlined each push of the man with a low moan of pleasure and moved under him to increase their pleasure. Alberto thought that the young Arab really was a cat - he was almost purring... Once in a while they stopped to unite in a long and passionate kiss, then the man started again to pump with gusto in the warm and pulsating channel of the boy. Until he reached a really strong and pleasurable orgasm in the depths of his companion.
Then Alberto wanted to be taken by the boy, who rode him with youthful vigour and joyous thrusts, giving new pleasure to the man. Alberto loved to feel the vigorous rod of his young companion probing inside him and giving him pleasurable waves of delight, and feeling Rasim's hands roaming all over his body making it vibrate like a harp... and finally he felt Rasim flooding his depths with waves upon waves of warm cream.
Finally, not yet sated, they united in a passionate sixty-nine, taking each other to the peaks of pleasure for the second time, caressing each other, licking, lapping, sucking non-stop until they quenched their thirst with one another's seed.
While they were relaxing, panting, a blissful expression on his face, Rasim turned towards Alberto and caressed him gently.
"My goodness, Rasim, I really enjoyed it!"
"Me too."
"Who knows how many men you met who were better than I."
"Don't be silly. I don't spend my time in making lists, and I liked you very much. Besides, you too must have met boys who were better than me, as you say you had plenty of encounters. Amongst the boys working at your disco, several seem to be really good... are they?"
"Yes they are, but I like you so very much. Listen, now let's take a fast shower, then we can sleep for a while. It is already morning."
"What time is it?"
"Six thirty."
"People normally wake up, at this time." Rasim giggled.
They washed each other and nearly started making love once more, as both became aroused again, but they restrained, and went back to the bed to sleep. Alberto embraced Rasim, who nestled against him, feeling happy, relaxed, serene - could he really have found his man? He silently prayed, while he was slowly sinking into sleep.
Alberto also had similar thoughts - he really liked Rasim; he didn't want to hope against hope, he thought while falling asleep, but...
Rasim woke up around two p.m. He felt really good. He looked at the man still abandoned in his sleep and thought that he really liked Alberto. He started to lightly caress his naked body. Alberto wasn't really handsome, and yet Rasim felt strongly attracted to him.
"Oh, Rasim, what a nice way to wake up." Alberto murmured opening his eyes and smiling at him.
"I like you," Rasim said almost in a whisper, then added, "and I really appreciated finally being able to make love with you."
"You Arab boys, usually, don't do... everything as you did. You surprised me agreeably. You are really magnificent, in bed as well."
"But I'm gay, and if I like a man, I love doing everything with him."
"Does that mean that you like me."
"Don't you believe me?" Rasim asked with a cunning smile and started to caress the man more intimately.
"If you touch me so, you'll make me want you once more," Alberto whispered, pulling the boy against him.
"Well, that's good. I hoped so." The boy answered while the man wrapped him in his limbs and kissed him again, filled with renewed desire.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 9
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