Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2011 16:06:03 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Mercenary and the Friar 14/14 (Adult Youth)

----------------------------

THE MERCENARY AND THE FRIAR
By Andrej Koymasky © 2010
Written on January 20th, 2003
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Ed, a reader

-----------------------------

USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE MERCENARY AND THE FRIAR" 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.

-----------------------------

FOURTEEN - The beginning of the future

For the two lovers, the hour to leave the corral came.

Before going to say farewell to his companions, Augustin wanted to go
and pray at Tom's grave. Neil accompanied him. When they were at the
spot, marked only by a stone with the name of the comrade carved on it,
Augustin knelt. He started to pray and saw, in front of him, exactly in
the center of the grave, a single flower.

Augustin was not able to give it a name. It was small, white, and each
petal had a shining red spot. The boy felt moved and murmured, "Thank
you, Tom..."

He picked up the flower and turned it between his fingers. He then
searched in his waistcoat pocket and took out the blood stained note
that the mercenary wrote to him and handed it to Neil who opened and
read it.

"Do you see... he gave me a flower... as he desired to do." the boy
whispered.

Neil nodded and gave the note back to his lover. Augustin carefully put
the flower inside it, put it all back in the envelope, and again in the
pocket, on his heart.

"We can go, now." he then said, standing up.

They said farewell to all their companions, loaded on the truck all
their few personal belongings and some little presents that their
comrades wanted to give them. The vehicle, roaring and jolting, took
them down valley, to the town and its small airport. There, they boarded
the little plane connecting to Bogot‡.

"This is your first flight, Augustin, isn't it?" the man asked him while
they were flying over the mountains.

The boy, who had his face glued to the plane porthole looking at the
landscape slowly unwinding under them like a relieved geographical map,
turned towards him and smiled, "Yes, my first time. I like it."

"You will see the plane that will take us from Bogot‡ to Atlanta... It's a
plane of the Delta Airlines company, way bigger than this one. Just
think that there will not be just three seats at the side of one aisle,
but two aisles and rows of at least eight or nine seats."

"Really?" the boy asked, widening his eyes. "And then? When we get to
Atlanta?"

"From there we will reach Nashville with a flight on the American
Connection, but that last plane will quite likely be small like this
one."

"For how long will we stop in Atlanta? Will we have time to see it, to
tour it for a while? I would like that. I would like to see...
everything!"

"No, it will not be possible. We will just stop for two hours, two and a
half, more or less. But we possibly can go back there another time."

"And in Nashville... you said that at the airport there will be one of
your friends waiting for us, isn't that right?"

"Not really a friend... He's a boy with whom I trained to become a
mercenary. But then he changed his mind... We have a history, he and I... A
sexual relationship that lasted for about six months. You aren't
jealous, Augustin, are you?"

"No, of course not. It's just a story of the past, you still didn't know
that I was there... Why he didn't go on with you?"

"He met a boy a little younger than himself, they fell in love, so he
decided to stay with him."

"Was that guy also in your training course? Are they still together?"

"No, he was a barman, he worked in a gay pub."

"There are gay pubs? Really?" the boy asked, amazed, looking in his eyes
to ascertain he was not jesting.

"Yes, surely they exist. In these one can have interesting encounters.
Would you like to go there?"

"No, I'm not interested in them. Are they still together?" the boy asked
again, almost to determine if that love was resilient with the passing
of time.

"Yes, they still live together. When I called Nashville, the other day,
they told me that they will willingly host us for some days, at least as
long as we need to find a place to settle into. They have a rather large
apartment, they said, and we will have a room of our own."

"So then we can sleep together? All night long? In the same bed?"
Augustin asked with shining eyes.

"Of course. Are you happy?"

"Yes... finally! What do they do? What are their names? They already know
about you and me?"

"Hey, so many questions! My friend's name is Norman Thurman, he is
twenty-nine years old; his boyfriend is Billy Cowell and is twenty-seven
years old. Norman now works as a trainer in a gym, Billy now owns a
small pub."

"A gay pub?"

"No, it's not a gay pub. And they already know about you and me and are
longing to meet you."

"It will be expensive having an apartment by ourselves, won't it? Joe
told me that life in the States is expensive, not cheap like in
Colombia..."

"Don't worry. I already told you that I have enough money in the bank.
Really, you should not worry."

"A small apartment will be enough for us, won't it? At least as long as
we both aren't working."

"Yes, a small apartment will be all right." Neil condescended, lightly
caressing the back of Augustin's hand. He liked hearing and repeating
that "we"...

"Would it seem weird for us we live together? The neighbors, I mean...
Steven told me that besides San Francisco and New York, in other towns a
gay couple living together can even have some problems..."

"You really gathered information from everybody, before we left! No, I
don't think there will be problems. Norman and Billy also live together,
don't they? And they didn't tell me they have problems or that we will
face them. Anyway my friend will give us a hand to find the right spot
as he is from Nashville and knows his town very well."

Augustin was excited because of the long journey, the plane, the new
life in another nation... and the possibility of resuming his studies and,
if he was gifted, to become a writer. But above all this, having Neil
with him, forever... his Neil...

"Neil..."

"Yes?"

"Nothing. I just like saying your name."

The man smiled, "And I like hearing you say it."

Their fingers, half hidden between their seats, intertwined and they
enjoyed that secret, small intimacy. The plane landed in Bogot‡. Passing
through customs, they boarded the Delta plane to Atlanta.

"Wow, its' really big!" Augustin murmured when he was on board, looking
around with widened eyes. He then remarked, "And each seat has its own
TV screen! It's here we can look at a movie as you told me, right?"

"Sure, and there are several channels, so you can chose the program you
like best."

"My God, what a luxury! And they will give us our meals too, right?"

"Yes, sure."

"Like in a hotel."

"More or less."

"I never went to a hotel, did you know that?"

"I can guess. We will have the occasion to go in one, sooner or later."

"So many new things!"

"Do you like them?"

"Yes. But if I am with you I would like anything!"

The boy was increasingly excited, and he didn't close his eyes the
during the long flight. He looked at everything, observed everything and
commented on everything to Neil. The young man was enchanted by the
fresh cheerfulness and by the continuous amazement that his boy was
expressing. He thought that not even if he took him to Disneyland he
could have made him more happy and astounded.

Neil laughed when the boy commented that the hostesses of the plane
after all were nothing but waitresses more elegantly dressed. He smiled
when his lover said that Atlanta airport was so wide that it would have
contained the entire village where he was born, including the
surrounding cultivated fields. And he nodded joyfully when Augustin told
him that that journey was like their honeymoon, the start of their
honeymoon that he wanted to last their whole life long.

They finally landed in Nashville and met Neil's friend with his
companion and with whom they at once felt a liking. While the car,
driven by Billy, took them to Billy and his lover's apartment, Augustin
was again with his nose against the window looking at the beautiful
parks and the wide stretches of trees and gardens that make Nashville so
beautiful. His hand again had his fingers tenderly intertwined with
those of Neil, sitting next to him.

"It's all so beautiful, here in the States!" the boy exclaimed with a
amazed expression in his eyes.

"Not everything, unhappily." Neil said him with sweetness.

They were finally in their friend's apartment. Then, after the four men
chatted together, eaten supper, and chatted some more, the two lovers
withdrew to the room that their two friends had prepared for them.

"What a wide bed! And all for us!" Augustin said, testing it with a
hand." And it's so soft!" he commented.

"Here we can make love without risking falling out..." the man said to him
with a smile.

"And also sleep together, afterwards."

"Aren't you feeling too tired?"

"No, not at all. And you?"

"Neither am I."

"We can make love in this room, on this bed, can't we? Even though they
sleep just behind that wall... even if they can hear us..."

"They too will possibly make love... therefore they would not hear us.
They will be too busy with each other, exactly as we two." Neil
observed.

The boy hugged his man. They kissed and soon felt their erections bloom
imperiously. Going on to kiss, they started to undress each other.

"You seem more beautiful than ever!" Neil murmured taking a step
backward and finally admiring the total nakedness of his boy.

He brushed the boy's small, dark nipples and Augustin shuddered and
opened in a sweet smile. Then took the hand of the man, pressed it to
his lips and kissed it. Neil grabbed his waist pulling the boy again
against his body and the boy languidly abandoned himself against Neil.
Neil bent down a little, Augustin raised his face, their eyes shining in
the reflection of the light of the lamps that the boy wanted all
switched on, Their lips met and they kissed again.

The boy brushed himself against his lover's body and their hard and
straight rods, both almost parallel to their bellies, met and brushed
against each other, Augustin placed both of his hands on the firm and
strong buttocks of the man and vigorously pulled him against himself.

Neil bent down, passed an arm under Augustin knees, the other under his
armpits, and raised him in his arms. He took him so to the bed and knelt
upon it. Then he deposited him in the center of the king size bed and
lay on top of him. Augustin sighed, happy.

Their mouths met again. Then the man slowly turned upside down, without
stopping the contact of their mouths, until he was on all fours opposite
to the boy. Then leaving the boy's lips, he started to move down,
kissing him on the chin, the neck, and moving gradually to the small
nipples of the boy that he sucked. Augustin, lying on his back under
him, could in his turn suck the clear and firm nipples of his lover,
gently biting and sucking them, shuddering with pleasure.

Then Neil left the nipples and went further down with his lips and
tongue lingering on Augustin's navel, and he in his turn started to
tease and lick that of his man. Neil yet moved down more, being almost
totally above his boy's body and finally their mouths seized, almost at
the same moment, the rod of the other and they united in a passionate
sixty-nine. Augustin instinctively spread his slender thighs and raised
his knees, thus giving easier access to his man.

Their hands were roaming, at times strongly and at times delicately, all
over the body of the lover, while they were mutually sucking the
straight, hard, and shuddering hot members, with growing pleasure and
passion.

Both felt that the other was close to the explosion but, by an almost
instinctive agreement, they didn't stop, knowing that it would be just
the first of other orgasms that they would give to each other in that
night. In fact, both of them soon drank with greedy pleasure the spring
of their lover, swallowing jet after jet the lukewarm water of life, to
the last drop.

Then Neil turned upside down and hugged Augustin, "Did I ever tell you
that you have a wonderful taste?" he asked him in a whisper.

"No, never... I like your taste too, do you know? I like it very much. You
taste manly, good. But I am still hungry for you."

"I, too... I am thirsty and hungry for you, my little one. Am I weighing
too heavily on you? Would you rather we lay on our sides?"

"As you like... as long as you keep me in your arms."

They rolled on their sides, facing each other, their limbs still tightly
intertwined. They kissed and each of them felt his taste in the mouth of
the other, and their tastes melted into one like their souls and hearts
were.

"I love you, Neil, do you know?"

"I do, my little one."

"I am all yours."

"And I am totally yours."

The boy lowered a hand to caress the virile member, still half erect, of
his man. He took it in his hand and said with sweet tenderness, "So
then, this is not yours, it's mine!"

"Of course, my little one, as well as this is mine." The man answered
lowering his hand also to tenderly grope the still hard rod of his boy.
He then went with his other hand to caress his small and firm bottom,
"And also this belongs totally to me, right?"

"Of course. And these," the boy said caressing the firm and sinewy
buttocks of his man, "are only mine."

"Right. And as they belong to you, isn't it true that you will soon go
inside them?"

"Yes... quite soon... But then you will return my visit, wouldn't you?"

"With a real pleasure, sir." The man jokingly answered and ruffled the
boy's hair.

Augustin tidied them with his fingers and smiled at him, radiant. Their
mouths met again. Their rods were again on the standing to attention,
ready to carry on their mission. Neil took from the night table a
condom, opened the envelope, and unrolled it on his boy's rod. He then
lay on his back, pulling his lover's body on top of him, spread his legs
and silently offered himself to him.

The boy went on his knees and with gentle vigour, with a few strokes,
totally sank inside his man. His agreeable invasion was accompanied by
the wide smile of Neil, happy to welcome him inside.

"Go on," the man encouraged him in a whisper made husky for the
pleasure, "let me feel how much you like it..."

Augustin started to move with a slow but vigorous back and forth
movement.

"So?" he asked with bright eyes.

"Yes, exactly so..." the man encouraged him.

"Say it to me..."

"I love you."

"I, too, love you."

"I can feel it." the man sighed, shuddering and caressing him.

"And you like it." the boy commented, pushing himself vigorously inside
him.

"Oh, yes!"

Neil admired with pleased astonishment the happiness and pleasure
lightening the wonderful face of his boy, and was enjoying thinking that
it was he who gave him both of them. He was almost astounded he was able
to give to another human being so much, so many emotions and pleasure,
just by giving himself to him.

He saw the pleasure of his boy gradually but increasingly grow greater.
He had the feeling that Augustin's beauty was transforming until it
became luminous, until it emitted a light that finally lightened his
life, his way.

When the strong rhythm of the boy broke and Augustin finally reached the
steepest pleasure in a frenzy of strokes inside the hot depths of the
man, Neil heard the sweet voice of his boy murmur, "Neil... Neil... Neil..."

Then the wonderful boy abandoned himself on the strong body of his man,
slightly panting. At that, Neil felt the boy's heart beat, and this
small detail moved him incredibly.

He brought his face to him and again kissed him.

"My Augustin... my Augustin..." he happily murmured.

After a while the boy rose up and sat on the strong, muscled and hollow
belly of the man, and looked in his eyes.

In a serious, intense, passionate tone, he said, "Do you know, I
discovered an important thing, Neil. The cock isn't just useful to piss,
sire children and feel pleasure, but also for another important thing -
to communicate. Thanks to it, one can say things that nothing else can
express."

Neil laughed, "I didn't know that amongst the mass media, besides the
radio, the television, the newspapers, the phones... and all else, there
was also the cock!"

"And indeed there is!" readily answered back the boy, determinedly,
"thanks to it we can tell each other in a concrete way what our heart
and our soul feels for the other... it is like the pen of the poet, who
writes love poems on the white page of the other's body... And you wrote
on me many love lyrics, using exactly this, your beautiful cock!" he
said pushing a hand behind his back to caress the man's rod, which was
again hard and erect.

Neil felt how seriously the boy was saying these words and, ceasing to
be humorous, nodded. He embraced him pulling him to himself, "Good,
Augustin, then let my whole body, now, to tell you how much I love you,
to once again write love poems on you, in you, using that pen that I
gave to you, that is yours forever..."

"Yes..."

The boy, with a swift and nimble move lay down at the side of his man,
made him kneel between his thighs, stretched out a hand to take a new
condom and carefully unrolled it on his beautiful, shuddering rod.

"Come..." he then murmured, with a moved voice.

"Here I am, my little one..." the man answered, taking the boy's lean
ankles and placing them on his powerful shoulders.

He seized him at his pelvis and with a few skilled moves, the tip of his
hard rod pressed on the small hole, quivering in wait.

"My king is about to visit his kingdom, isn't he?" the boy asked,
caressing his strong thighs.

"Yes, and my pen is about to start writing in you a long poem of passion
and love."

"Yes, because my king is a great poet." the boy said, then added, with a
low, hot and dreamlike voice, "Come..."

"Here I am, my little one..." the man answered with a tender voice and
started his virile, and yet delicate, pushing.

He felt the boy open under him, like a flower in bloom, he felt the boy
receive his royal advance, his amorous invasion, in a festive and joyous
welcome; he felt himself glide into the tight and hot channel that was
readily adapting itself to the strong, virile invasion, and he
penetrated him until he felt his strong thighs pressed against the fresh
and small, firm, and strong buttocks of his lover.

"You can start to write on me and in me, my love. I am ready to record
all your love verses..." the boy murmured, caressing Neil's strong
pectoral muscles.

Neil then withdrew a little, and then started his vigorous and yet
tender in and out, his wonderful love dance. Augustin underlined and
accompanied each push of his lover and each withdrawal, foretasting the
successive push.

All the ugly things and the difficulties of life were forgotten, deleted
by the beauty of that moment. Even all the beautiful and agreeable
things of life were yet dimmed by the luminous beauty of their love
union.

The man reached ecstasy thanks to his lover, to his boy, to his
wonderful Augustin whom he unknowingly went to find more than three
thousand miles from his house.

While the two lovers were allowing themselves another sweet break, Neil
asked the boy, "What did I do, to deserve one like you?"

"You were born... simply. You were born for me, even though when you were
born I still wasn't yet in this world."

Neil became aware, in that moment, that even if he had seized that boy,
in reality he had given himself totally to him. Even though he just
accomplished the rite that normally makes a man a male, Augustin was not
for that less male than him. "Really," the man said mentally, "love has
the power to upset all the so called values of life... This is possibly
why the powerful people of the earth are so afraid of such, why they
pose as moralizers, and try to rule with laws and prohibitions, the
exchanges of love. Love is more revolutionary than any revolution, does
not know any boundary, it doesn't accept social distinctions, doesn't
care about differences... Yes, it is right because of all this that the
powerful men of the earth are so afraid of it..."

It could seem odd that a man, in the agreeable relaxation of the
after-orgasm, can have such thoughts, and yet, when love takes him in
his world, when love opens him to Eden's gates it also opens the gates
of his heart, of his soul and mind. Then, finally, a man is able to see
in the face the real essence of things. Then, even a mercenary can give
himself, body and soul, to a friar, and a friar can give himself, soul
and body, to a mercenary.

Well, we end here the story of the mercenary and the friar, waiting for
Augustin Urdaneda to write his story. That will probably be even more
beautiful than this one, for surely it will become a best-seller, as he
lived it entirely and deeply, in the first person.

-----------------------------

THE END

-----------------------------

In my home page I've put some more 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  stories in English
please e-mail at

andrej@andrejkoymasky.com

---------------------------