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Subject: "A Fairy Tale?" 08/14 (College)----------------------------A FAIRY TALE?
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006
written the 7th of March, 1993
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Vicent-----------------------------USUAL DISCLAIMER"A FAIRY TALE?" is a little melissa lolita bbs gay story, with some parts containing graphic
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guest.-----------------------------CHAPTER 8 - A date with DavidOne day on his way home from the University he saw workmen erecting a
scaffolding around his house. He recalled his father telling him that
the exterior would finally be restored and repainted in the near future.
He foresaw some inconvenience for the following several days, but that
didn't worry him. He knew he could become so absorbed in his studies
that the work would not distract little melissa lolita bbs his attention.The window in his room looked out onto the courtyard, where there was
more scaffolding. Over the following couple of days he saw out of the
corner of his eye that there were shadows passing across his window -
men working no doubt. Once he looked out through the open window and saw
a workman who appeared to be in his thirties and well built, climbing up
the scaffold with a bucket of lime on his shoulder. "Not bad at all", he
thought, but he plunged back into his studies.The following day he heard a voice from the window calling "Ciao!" He
turned and saw a boy his own teen lolitas pink models age, wearing a tight gray T-shirt and blue
jeans that showed off his lithe, slender body. The clothing was stained
with mortar. The boy had very small pre lolita stopped at the middle of the narrow steel
ladder on the scaffolding, just in front of his window, and was looking
in, smiling.Martino answered, "Ciao!""Don't you do anything but read? Every time I go by this window you are
there. You are so stock-still you look like a statue.""It's my job to study", Martino answered, looking at him in fascination.The boy had thick wavy hair, unkempt and spotted here and there with
mortar, that hung almost over his eyes. His stretched T-shirt showed off
a muscled chest and rose over the points of his small nipples. The arm
he used to hold onto the ladder was smooth, marked only by the veins
along his forearm, wrist and the back of his hand, standing out because
of the tension in his muscles."Did I disturb you?" the boy asked, still smiling."No, no. In fact, I could use a short break.""I see. But maybe we should get back to our jobs. Ciao." And the boy
climbed quickly and easily up the ladder, not making a sound.Martino admired the small round buttocks tightly wrapped in his jeans,
thinking that this boy was really beautiful. And there was his open
smile, friendly and fresh. Yes, beautiful. He didn't need his lost
"memory" to recall this one.He went back to his studies. Two or three hours later a shadow caught
his eye, and he turned to look. It was the same boy again, just as he
had hoped. He threw him a smile and raised his hand in a brief salute.
The boy stopped in front of his window."Tired?" Martino asked."No way! Still three hours of work to go. Then a nice shower... My name
is David, how about you?"Martino looked at him taken aback, then said his name, "Martino.""An unusual name, Martino, but it has a good sound. A nice name for a
nice boy." He added with a quiet smile.Martino thought that David was really beautiful, but not himself. "You
mean a common name for a common boy", he said.The boy looked at him seriously. "No, no. I saw you at the gym, without
as many clothes. You have a really good-looking body. I thought then
that I would like to meet you, and here we are. Life is funny sometimes,
isn't it?""In the gym? I never saw you. I think it would be hard not to notice
you.""Oh, I was only there once, on a job about ten days ago. You know, just
an extra little job to pick up some spending money. You were just coming
out from the showers and... I noticed you. Well, I have to go, now. See
you later..." and again he swiftly slipped away on the scaffold.This time Martino had difficulty focusing on his books. David. It was a
coincidence, evidently, but... ten days ago. He counted back. That was
the day when he smashed his David to pieces. That same evening, David
saw him coming out of the showers at the gym. Coincidence, no doubt, and
yet... he shook his head. "Enough with the fantasies, Martino!" he told
himself in a low voice.But this David was really beautiful. Martino looked at the little statue
and a detail hit him. The right hand of Michelangelo's David showed off
the veins, visible on the back of the hand and on the wrist, exactly
like those he noticed on the flesh and blood David. And his nipples
under his T-shirt...Martino shook his head, smiling with amusement at little melissa lolita bbs himself, thinking,
"Fantasies, more fantasies..." But there was that straight nose, and
those eyes under the jutting eyebrows... "No, no. Stop it", he said to
himself, again trying to concentrate on his book.It was almost evening when a light tapping at the open window attracted
his attention. David was there, smiling. His knees were resting lightly
against the windowsill from the outside, and his body was leaning
slightly towards the inside of the room.Martino stood up and approached him. "Ciao. Done with today's work?" he
asked, stepping in front of him."Yes. Are you finished with your studies?""Almost.""The man who studies too much goes mad!" the boy said, frowning and
faking a serious expression."You are not from around here, are you? Your accent...""I'm from Florence. But I've lived here for six top lolitas travestis taiakashemales
years. I was fifteen
when I moved here.""You're twenty-one then, same as me. ""Really? So when is your birthday?""September twenty-third.""Mine is September eighth. That makes me fifteen days older.""Do you work out a lot to stay in shape?" asked Martino, who couldn't
stop admiring his fine body."Work out? No, I just work. Carrying heavy loads up and down the
scaffolding all day, I don't need a gym. Oh, I'm not criticizing you,
not at all. Besides, if you didn't use the gym I wouldn't have seen you,
that day when you were coming out of the showers all naked like your mum
made you. And she made you nicely." Martino looked at him somewhat
embarrassed, and the boy noticed. "Hey, there is nothing to be ashamed
of about being handsome!""No, but being seen naked...""Well, what could you do? Shower with your clothes on? Ah, the shower is
a great invention. It won't be long before I'm under the shower myself.""Do you live far from here?""It takes me exactly twenty minutes on my bike. I live behind Saint
Anthony's church. Do you know where it is?""Yes. Do you live with your family?""Two brothers. The older one is twenty-nine, and the younger one is
eighteen. My big brother works in a factory, and the little one studies,
so he also keeps the flat clean and prepares our meals.""Do you have a girlfriend?"A crucial question..."Are you kidding? I don't want to be cheated by a woman!" This was an
answer full of possibilities... Then the other continued, looking in his
eyes, almost as if he wanted to penetrate to his soul, "It is true that
you are a doctor and I am an ass, but... I would like if we could become
friends.""Me too, very loli 6 12 yo much", Martino answered, his feelings for the boy
beginning to stir.David stretched out his hand and put it lightly on Martino's chest.
"Friends, then!" he said. "Word of honor, man to man!"Martino felt a quiver at that delicate contact, an unexpected shudder of
pleasure, and felt he was becoming aroused. He placed his own hand on
top of the hand touching his chest. "Friends, yes", he said. "And
perhaps something more..?" The noise of the entrance door slamming made
him start and interrupted him. "My father", Martino said regretfully.David slowly pulled his hand away. "See you tomorrow, friend!" he said,
and slipped quickly down the scaffold.Martino was still aroused. He had to check to make sure the protrusion
wasn't visible, then he went to meet his father. He had been about to
say, "more than friends, intimate friends", when he was interrupted. He
chatted a while with his father, ate his supper, and returned to his
studies. But before long his eye was caught by the statue of David, and
he had an idea. He pulled out his old History of Art textbook and looked
up the page about the David statue."On September thirteenth, 1501, Michelangelo began work on the David..."
The month was the same but not the day, he thought, almost relieved.
Well, what did he expect? He mentally called himself stupid. But his
eyes flew on automatically, one nude preeteen lolita galleries line of text after another. "The statue
was presented to the public on September eighth, 1504..." His heart
stopped for a little lolicon 3d gifs moment, then he said to the little statue on his desk,
"What kind of joke are you playing on me?"He closed the book. Then a new thought stroke him - they both were born
in 1964, exactly 460 year after... Well, 460 is just a round number,
nothing special about it. He again smiled to himself and, pulling his
own leg, told himself, "Maybe his father's name is Michelangelo too!"But there was no doubt that he was attracted to the boy. It had taken
only a slight contact for him to get a hard-on. Then, lying naked in
bed, he recalled what the young man had said, that he had seen him naked
and found him beautiful... and that he thought he would have liked to
meet him, that he didn't want to be cheated by a woman, that he wanted
to be his friend... man to man!Well, even that didn't mean that he wanted to make love with him, he
concluded, logically. He should stop mixing up desire with reality. He
fell asleep thinking of the beautiful, open and frank smile of that
incredible boy.On the following morning he had to leave early for the university, so he
didn't see David. Back home at about one o'clock, he entered his room
and opened the window. David appeared immediately, standing upright in
front of him. "You're back! I was eating my lunch here under your
window, waiting for you. Matteo made meatballs with spinach for me
today. Do you want some? They are really tasty.""No, thank you. The housekeeper already made me some lunch.""Don't you have a mom?""No, she died when I was seven years old.""Oh, I'm sorry. Mine died too, but I was fifteen. My dad was already
dead before that, so my brother, the older one, decided to look for a
job here, and we moved, all three of us.""Your father... his name wasn't Michelangelo by any chance, was it?"
Martino felt like an idiot for asking.David looked at him taken aback and asked, "How did you know?"Now Martino was more astounded than David, "I... I didn't know, I was
only guessing.""Well, you must be psychic!" the youth exclaimed smiling assuredly. Then
he added, "Can you read my mind? What am I thinking now?" and closed his
eyes.Martino thought that he didn't know, but he knew very well what he would
like to do - kiss those perfect lips... David was still waiting, his
eyes closed. Then Martino brushed his arm with his hand. "I don't
know..." he started.David opened again his eyes and said, "Then I'll tell you - I was
thinking that I like you very much and that I like being with you. And
that it is a pity that I have to stay out here and you inside. But that
tomorrow is Sunday and we are both free, and we could spend it
together."Martino was excited. His hand on the other's arm trembled slightly. "You
and I, alone?" he asked almost in a whisper."Sure! And where nobody can bother us. I know a beautiful place, less
than an hour from here on a bike. I love the place. I go there whenever
I feel like being alone. I've never taken anyone there, but you can
come. Do you feel like doing that, Martino?"He nodded and whispered, "I'd be glad to...""Good. Now go eat your lunch. We can meet after a while and make better
plans for tomorrow. It's going to be a beautiful day!"Martino nodded again and David left the window. Martino went to eat. He
didn't know which astonished him more, knowing that the boy's father's
name really was Michelangelo, or getting that invitation, and in that
way. A place David loved, where he went to be alone, where he never took
anyone...He saw David again around three o'clock. "Tomorrow morning at nine then,
is that OK for you?""Yes, sure. Where?" Martino asked."I have a bike. I can come by and get you.""I have a bike too.""Even better! So let's meet at the iron bridge at nine. You know where
it is?""Which one, the one on the river or the one at the rail yard?""Ah, right, I didn't think about the other one. The bridge at the
river.""Good. Should I bring anything?""No, I'll take care of everything - food, too. Tonight I'll ask Matteo
to fix it. Better than having your housekeeper do it. He's really good
at it - he's studying at the Culinary Arts Institute.""Can I bring some wine? Do you drink it?""Yes, a little bit. But by the time we eat the wine will warm. No, I'll
take care of everything", David repeated."My father will want to know how late I'll be.""Do you think he will make a fuss?""No, no. Just... what time we'll be back?""As late as possible", David answered with a smile."After supper?""Of course!""At... ten?""Can't you tell him around midnight?""Well... I think so. What plans do you have?""Do you trust me?""Well... sure.""Then just tell him at midnight.""All right. But are you sure I can't bring something?""Just bring yourself, that is the most important thing. I'll take care
of the small stuff." The young man glanced at Martino, then merrily
added, "Now, back to work, before my mates start asking why I'm making
so many stops at the fifth floor!" As usual, he went away nimbly and
fast.Martino felt overcome by the events. Happily overcome. Around 4 pm the
telephone rang and he went to answer. It was Vincenzo, inviting him for
the following day."I'm sorry, but I can't. I'm spending the day^� with a boy!""A boy? All day? Who is he, some conquest of yours?""To tell you the truth I'm his conquest. I'm losing my head.""Do we know him?""Of course! He is Michelangelo's David."Vincenzo laughed, "Ah, then you're going to Florence tomorrow.""No, just out of town.""I don't understand", the 11yo preteen lolita jpg voice in the receiver said, perplexed."I'll tell you later.""But you are going out with a boy... a flesh and blood boy I mean,
aren't you?""No, he isn't marble, in fact...""Well, then good luck."Back in his room, Martino looked at his small statue of David. "I feel
like bringing you with me, tomorrow", he said. "After all, you deserve
it."At the end of the work day, very small pre lolita David came by to say good-bye, and confirmed
their date for the following day."I'll be counting the hours", Martino said to him.David's eyes shone. "And I'll be counting the seconds", he answered and
showed him his watch. He 11yo preteen lolita jpg pushed a button and instead of the time there
appeared a rapidly changing number. Martino looked more carefully. The
numbers showed 14 hours and 53 minutes, and the seconds were rapidly
counting down. Soon the reading was 14 hours and 52 minutes. Martino
smiled and nodded. David lowered his arm but Martino took his hand and
lifted it again. He looked at David's watch and said, "So then, in 14
hours and 51 minutes and a few seconds..."They shook hands warmly, and Martino felt on fire."See you tomorrow, friend", David said and swiftly left, down the
scaffold.-----------------------------CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 9-----------------------------In my home page I've put some more of my stories. If someone wants to
read them, the URL ishttp://andrejkoymasky.comIf you want to send me feed-back (really appreciated, be it positive or
negative), please e-mail

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