Date: Fri, 19 Nov 2010 18:34:11 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Mercenary and the Friar 03/14 (Adult Youth)

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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

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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.

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THREE - The difficult disclosure of Joe

For Augustin it was the first time, after his now distant and almost
forgotten childhood that he slept in close contact with a human body.
They were both naked, and their limbs were softly intertwined. It was a
really beautiful feeling, the boy was thinking while he was not able to
fall asleep, as he was overcome by the too many new emotions of that
day.

The regular, light and yet heavy breathing of the man who a few hours
before had taken his virginity, betrayed the tiredness that he had. "Who
knows since when it was that he slept on a real bed?" the boy asked
himself. With light fingers, using only the tips, he brushed the
mercenary's biceps in a slow caress - it was a good sensation, the man
had silky skin on steel muscles.

And now the boy was there, with that stranger, in an intimacy that he
had had only with his mother so many years before. Augustin was thinking
that he hadn't yet made his three vows, but that he had already living
in poverty for a long time, since the day of his birth; also that of
obedience, before to his parents, then to the abbot and now to this man
who came who knows from where. About chastity... If on the one hand his
body, before that day, had been chaste more than his thoughts, now to
him chastity was nothing but an empty word.

Neil... he liked the name of the gringo, it had a good sound, almost like
the ringing of a bell. His name, Augustin, composed of three syllables,
was like the flowing of a wave... Neil, one only syllable, was short and
incisive, and yet resonant, really like the ringing of a bell, or rather
that of the little silver bells like those that ring during the mass...

With a fingertip, he brushed the line of the man's nose, as if to
underline it, almost without touching it. Neil... the man who came from
far away to give him the epiphany of his most hidden and secret desires.
Desires that he had never unveiled, not even in the confessional, not
because he didn't want to, but simply because the confessor father asked
him only if he ever touched himself in a lustful way, and he never
touched himself in that way, in spite of his fantasies...

Was that then the sin of the flesh? The sin that he had already made in
his thoughts? But if in his desires it was nothing more than a
curiosity, now that he had experienced it in his flesh and at the same
time in his spirit, the sin of the flesh seemed to him to be all but a
sin. And this not only because he hadn't yet made the vow of chastity
but because it seemed so right.

Absorbed in these reflections, the boy regretted that the room was in
almost total darkness, so that he was not able to admire the features of
the man who so energetically entered into his life, or rather into him,
into his body.

A soft moaning, underlined by the rhythmic squeaking of the wooden frame
of the bed in the room near that one where they were, made him guess
that, behind that wall, another mercenary was taking one of his
companions. He tried to remember who entered in that room - it should
have been Jos� Maria, the novice one year younger than himself, the
younger son of the alcalde... Jos� Maria was not his friend, he was a too
self-centred and conceited boy to mix with boys of the lower classes,
with the campesi�os as Augustin was.

Augustin wasn't able to fall asleep, too many thoughts had suddenly made
irruption in his mind, in his quiet life. With the eyes of his memory he
saw again the strong body of Neil poised over him, and he felt the
strong thing... the strong "cock" of the man opening its way into him...
sweeping away in a few seconds his virginity like a useless frill.

The memory was so vivid that Augustin soon felt aroused - yes, in spite
the feeling of some physical annoyance, it had been good and, he could
feel it in a faint and yet clear way, also right. At least, it was right
for him.

He saw again in his memory the virile back and forth movement of the man
inside him... then his own inside the man... and he desired to again have
both the experiences. But he didn't want to disturb the rest of the
mercenary and therefore he held back. He was used to a strict
self-discipline as a young novice, and it didn't require him to make too
much of an effort to remain still in the warm, languid embrace of the
man.

Finally, sleep came down on him, as his eyelids gradually felt heavier
and heavier, and Augustin relaxed completely into a good, restorative
sleep.

In the meantime, in the luxurious bedroom of the abbot, this one was
moaning under the umpteenth assault of the captain and, losing all the
shame, was spurring the mercenary to take him with more vigour, tossing
under the powerful body of the captain like a skilled prostitute seized
by an uncontrollable lust. The captain, who usually preferred to be on
top of a woman anyway, was now enjoying the fact he had totally subdued
to his sexual needs that mature man who, taking profit of his position,
had himself subdued the boys for which he was responsible... The captain
was, in a sense, the tool of the nemesis, even though he for sure didn't
ever hear that word in his life.

In other rooms also, other mercenaries were enjoying the boys or young
men they chose, using them without scruples and without pity to relieve
their sexual needs. Only a few of the men had disdained the possibility
to have intercourse, as they were not able to do it with another man.
And a few were also the monks who, instead of sleeping, were praying,
horrified of the calamity that had upset their quiet life.

The first rays of the sun peeped out between the slopes of the sierra,
lighting the abbey's ochre walls, quiet as always for three centuries,
and which for the same span of time hid without letting it seep out the
bursts of lust that, once in a while, had marked its days.

The monks were used to getting up early, before the sunrise, and were
each at the place where they, for good or bad, had passed the night, not
knowing what to do, afraid to arouse the anger of the mercenaries who
had seized that sacred place.

The sun, rising higher, passed with its rays beyond the boundary wall,
and the rays entered in the windows of the few cells which were facing
the east, like the fa�ade of the church, deconsecrated by the punishment
that the captain had inflicted on the abbot.

A single ray also entered into the austere small room where the bodies
of Neil and Augustin were still lying on the bed, languidly abandoned in
the arms of sleep. That ray caressed the nape of the boy's neck, then
the face of the man who, restored by the agreeable sex he had, then by
the bath and the supper and finally by a good sleep, encouraged him to
open his eyes.

He saw, a few centimetres from his face, the serene one of the boy. And
he thought that he was really beautiful and desirable! Almost to confirm
and underline that thought, his virile member immediately stirred. Neil
felt the desire to pull the boy to him, to make him wake up with kisses
and caresses arousing also his desire, and to take him again. But he
held back - Augustin's expression was too serene to disturb him. The man
was also used to a severe self-discipline, and as he had nothing
requiring to be done this day, he just waited.

He looked, beyond the boy's body, to the window and the portion of sky
that was clear of clouds and tinted of a blue as intense as only in
those places in South America was it possible to see. Surely not in the
cities of North America where he had been born, and where he spent his
difficult childhood were there such a color and beauty.

Life had hardened Neil, and yet now, after so many years, he was feeling
something quite close to tenderness. In his lifetime, Neil stolen the
virginity of not a few boys but this was the first time that a boy had
sacrificed it to him without really being forced. And he was a boy of
such a beauty as to take a man's breath away.

He looked again at the young friar and saw now that he had opened his
eyes and was looking at him with a serious and absorbed expression.

"You finally woke up!" the man said him with a falsely rough voice.

"Just now. Do you want me to go prepare your breakfast... and bring it to
your bed?� he offered wriggling away from the strong body of the
mercenary.

Neil held him back by girdling his waist with an arm and pulling the boy
to himself, "Not yet, boy, not yet. You can do something else for me,
before..."

"You want me again, don't you?" the boy asked, feeling the hard rod of
the man push against his groin.

"Yes!"

"I'm here, se�or. How would you like to take me, like you did
yesterday?"

"And you, how would you like to be taken by me?"

�I don't still know anything about... about these things. If you want me
to please you, you have to guide me." Augustin answered, serious.

The man slipped a hand between the boy's legs and felt, with some
pleasure, that the boy's cock was also awakening.

"How did you imagine to do it, in your fantasies?" he asked, starting to
gently grope the increasingly turgid genitals.

"I never had fantasies about this, sen�r..."

"You liar! You told me yesterday that..."

"That I desired it... not that I fantasised about it. I desired a contact
with a man... nothing more, nothing less..."

"A contact you say, that is having sex."

"Yes, sure. But, do you see, I really knew nothing about sex. I didn't
know anything before you chose me for your pleasure."

"Didn't you ever see anything? Not even two dogs coupling?"

"Even if I saw it, I don't remember it. I was eight years old when my
uncle brought me here and gave me to the monks. And... in spite of all I
heard yesterday... I have never had the chance to see a... a cock, before
that of the abbot, then of your two mates, and finally yours." Then
seeing the unveiled incredulity of the mercenary appear, he added, "You
have to believe me, se�or... I am not lying."

"I believe you... Yes, I believe you. I'm only amazed that... My first time,
you see, the first time I had sex, I was just twelve, and even before
that day I saw my mother doing it with a man... or rather with different
men."

"With different men?" Augustin asked, without understanding.

"My mother was a prostitute, up there, in Detroit."

"Do you come from Detroit, se�or?"

"Yes. Did you hear of it? Do you know where it is?"

"Of course, in Michigan, right? Where there is the Ford, the Chrysler
and the General Motors, right? On the Detroit river."

"You know what's what... I didn't think so."

"I studied it. Father Pablo, our teacher of geography taught us."

"I never liked to study. I never liked books."

"That's a pity. One can learn plenty of things from books, se�or."

"Like where Detroit is? No, thank you. All I know, I learned directly
from life."

"But in books there is all that others have learned in their lives and
that we by ourselves, even if we lived a hundred years, could never get
to know."

"Do you like to study?"

"Yes... Possibly it is what I like best here."

"Bah... I went away from home when I was thirteen, and it was already a
year since I hadn't gone to school any more. I hated school, I... the
school, and the books, and the teachers... But now enough of this
tittle-tattle, come here, I want to take you..."

Neil, lying on his side, inserted his strong thighs between the boy's
legs, making him spread them, then tilted his pelvis upward until his
hard rod slipped between the small mounds of the novice bottom.

Austin shuddered, waiting. With a hand inserted between their bodies,
Neil guided his flesh hot spear on the target. With the tip of his rod
he found the tender rosebud that a few hours before he had violated.
Then, with skilled moves, teased it for some time, with his turgid
glans.

Austin instinctively folded up a leg to facilitate the man's access but
Neil stopped and withdrew.

"No... I would hurt you so, you are not yet used to it. It's better I
prepare you with some Vaseline, and that I wear a condom..."

"A condom? What's a condom?"

"This latex sheath." the man patiently explained him, going on to be
amazed at the total ignorance of the boy about sexual matters.

"And what is it for, se�or?"

"To avoid giving you venereal diseases or have you transmitting them to
me... even though I don't think you can have caught them."

"Venereal diseases?"

"Illness connected to sexual activities." the mercenary went on to
patiently explain, while wearing on his now totally hard and erect rod
the thin layer of opalescent latex.

"Having sex, one can fall ill?" Augustin asked, astounded.

"No, it is not having sex that can make one ill. But there are illnesses
that can be passed from one person to another when they have sexual
intercourse. And I, honestly, don't know if I have one... even though I
don't think so. Anyway I don't intend to pass it to you, if it was the
case that I had one."

"I understand..." Augustin murmured, thinking almost astounded that the
man, saying those words, revealed him that he cared for him, for his
health, and not only for his own pleasure.

Neil, with a finger took the right amount of Vaseline from the aluminium
box and started to prepare the boy's hole that soon would again receive
him.

The novice closed his eyes, feeling a certain vague pleasure being
stimulated and rummaged so intimately by that inquisitive finger, and
let out a low moan. Neil looked at his face, and smiled. This boy was
really wasted, shut between the walls of a monastery - he was a
"natural" and he enjoyed sex with a simple pleasure, even though he
hadn't discovered it for even a day.

Very seldom had Neil been worried about the pleasure of his occasional
partners, especially when with his mates in a pack they took their
pleasure with the inhabitants of a village... Possibly also because, at
least for the first years after he ran away from home, he had had to
support himself giving pleasure to men who didn't take care of him, men
for whom he was nothing more than an ass or a cock to enjoy, in exchange
of a few dollars.

The mercenary was not aware of it, as he was not so keen about
introspection, but the na�ve purity of the young novice had already
opened a breach in his heart that he thought hardened by life. Yes, as
he told him from the first moment, hit by his angelical beauty, he
didn't want to hurt Augustin. No, not him!

When he felt that the boy was ready and shuddering, he resumed his
previous position, lying on his side, and he again inserted his pelvis
between the boy's thighs. He bent it upward and again tested the
novice's little hole and, through the thin wall of the condom, felt it
shudder.

Holding the boy's body still with an arm at his waist, he started to
push, leading his hard flesh spear with a hand. He felt him gradually
open under his vigorous and continuous push, to receive him. He was
aware that the boy was doing his best to back up his push and finally,
after his pressure gradually increased, he felt he was entering the
tight and hot channel.

Augustin let out a long and low sigh, while he felt the strong flesh
spear invade him, and felt it strong, hot and hard entering him little
by little... the annoyance again was present in his flesh, but together
with it also that dull pleasure that he was starting to recognise and to
appreciate. He felt it penetrate him slowly but relentlessly and as the
man taught him, he pushed to facilitate its access - he wanted the
entire rod inside him!

When finally the groin of the man was strongly compressed against the
small and firm buttocks of the boy, almost in unison they both emitted a
light sigh. Neil relaxed for a while, and took a deep breath to start
his vigorous back and forth. Meanwhile Augustin was adapting himself,
flesh and spirit, to that new, unfamiliar, but so agreeable invasion.

Then the novice, unconsciously, almost in a way to tell the man that he
was ready, or possibly to better feel that hard piece of flesh inside
him, made his spread anus tighten around the root of the hot pole. Neil
smiled, recognizing that mute signal, and started to move at rhythm,
while continuing to keep the boy's body still with an arm, and with the
free hand lightly teasing his small nipples.

Augustin sighed and again opened his eyes. He saw the eyes of the man
full of desire, and read in them the pleasure growing with each push. He
then thought that possibly the man also could like it if he brushed his
nipples, and started to do it with both hands. He felt the strong rod of
the mercenary jerk inside him and understood he had guessed correctly,
therefore he increased the pressure of his fingertips on the nipples of
the man, hard like two small steel grams. Neil moaned an encouraging
"Yes!" full of pleasure and started to move with more vigour in the warm
depths of the novice. He was astonished that the boy was quickly
learning how to give pleasure to a man.

The old wooden bed started to slightly wave with each push of the man in
the boy and to lightly squeak with a sound that recalled that of a
cricket singing in a summer field...

Neil was going on to observe the changing of emotions on the frank and
beautiful face of the boy, who had closed his eyes and parted his lips.
He felt the hard tip of the novice's pole brush against his belly with
each of his strokes. He heard Augustin's breath become deeper, but short
and strong while the pleasure was growing in him... then the mercenary
ceased attempting to control his strokes and hurled himself in a
carefree dance into the warm deepness of his obliging companion.

The boy murmured something in Spanish, words that the man wasn't able to
single out, but its tone fully conveyed their sense...

"Te gusta, verdad?" the mercenary asked almost in a whisper, going on
hammering inside him, using the little Spanish he knew.

"Que s"..." the boy answered almost with a sob.

"A mi tambien..."

"Bueno." the young novice gurgled again making his sphincter squeeze
tightly around the powerful flesh pole.

Then, without opening his eyes, Augustin moved his face closer to that
of the man and stretched out his lips, and Neil deeply kissed him. The
boy started to suck that inquisitive tongue, moaning with a very low
voice all his pleasure that seemed to grow with each vigorous and
skilled stroke of the mercenary rod inside him.

All of a sudden, the pleasure reached its highest peak and the man
unloaded in a frenzy of vigorous pushes, keeping the boy's body tight
against him. After a few seconds, Augustin in his turn also unloaded
between their pressed bellies.

Both became still, parting their lips, panting deeply and relaxing
little by little.

Then Augustin opened his eyes, his clear eyes fixed on those still
colored by the man's lust and asked him, in a whisper, "Are you happy
with me, se�or?"

Neil nodded and caressed the black hair of the boy. His virile member
slowly resumed its normal rest size and slipped out from the boy's
deepness. Then Augustin asked in a low voice, "If you let me go, se�or,
I will go and fix your breakfast..."

"No, let's wear something and go to eat it together. I want you at my
side."

"As you like, se�or Neil."

The boy put his frock on his bare body, while Neil wore his combat dress
without wearing anything under it. Together, they went to the refectory.
There several soldiers, some with their boys at their sides, were
noisily eating breakfast while frowning monks were serving them in
silence.

"Hey, Neil, did you have a good fuck?" Damien asked him aloud, trying to
overcome the hubbub of voices in the wide hall. Then, before getting an
answer, with an arm he pulled the boy sitting at his side against him
and added, �Pablito has a delightful little ass, almost like that of a
girl. Isn't it so, Pablito?"

The boy, barely fifteen years old, raised his eyes from the bowl from
which he was eating, and blushed. He didn't seem particularly
enthusiastic of the service that he had had to do for the soldier.

"And he is tighter than a little cunt! How is yours, Neil?" Damien asked
then.

The mercenary laughed, "Do you want how my ass is?" he mocked him.

"Come on, silly man! Your boy! I don't give a shit about your ass!"

"And since when you are so interested in boys, you who always declared
you are not a faggot?" Neil answered him.

"A tight ass is just a tight ass. What is around it... doesn't matter!"
Joe answered from the other part of the table.

"Wise words, wise words, comrade!" Severino said laughing, "My little
friar was still a virgin, do you know! He even bled a little, just
think, like a virgin wife on her wedding night!"

Neil looked at the tiny boy sitting near the Italian mate and saw that
the boy had his cheeks wet with tears, and which were red like a tomato,
as he tried to hide his shame bowing over the bowl filled with milk and
coffee and pieces of bread.

"And you had to hear how much he was whining... like a slaughtered
piglet!" the mercenary added, then asked, "And yours, Rueben? How was
yours, tell us!"

"Mine? Bah, he is quite good at giving head, as he already did it with
one of the merry monks. But I couldn't manage to fuck him in the ass,
either his hole is too small or my cock too big... it was hurting me
almost more than him... And yours, Neil, how was your boy? You, who are an
expert about boys, are the best judge!"

"Me? A judge? Don't you know that I hate judges and tribunals? Rather,
where is the captain, have any of you seen him this morning? Do you know
if there are new orders?"

"No, he hasn't shown yet this morning, and if there were new orders he
would have told us." one of the venture soldiers answered.

"I think that he is still soundly asleep, he fucked the abbot almost all
night long!" another said.

"How can you know? Were you with them?" another laughed.

"No, but my room is near his room, and judging from how the bed-head was
knocking against the wall, it was clear that our captain was duly
hammering into the abbot!"

Everybody laughed.

Neil saw one of the monks stealthy make the sign of the cross, then
looked towards Augustin. The boy was eating slowly and in silence,
serious, his eyes apparently lost somewhere. He didn't know that the boy
was grateful to him for having said nothing about their sex.

The young novice was asking himself if he would have felt ashamed, in
case Neil said something about the two times they had made love... No,
possibly not, anyway he felt grateful that Neil did, each time,
skilfully divert his companions' questions. Who knows why he did so? Out
of modesty? It seemed hard for him to believe that. Out of shame? No, he
was certain. Not to embarrass him? Possibly yes, possibly this was the
right answer.

Back in the bedroom, Augustin said, "You said you wanted me to wash your
clothes, se�or... if you give them to me, and if you don't have other
orders, I will go and wash them immediately..."

"Yes, here they are. And if you can, iron them too, so they will dry
faster."

"Surely, se�or Neil. Before washing them I will fetch some charcoal in
the kitchen, and prepare the iron."

"You still use charcoal iron, here?"

"What else? We don't have electricity here, se�or..."

"Yes, that's right..." the man murmured.

Augustin, the armful of dirty clothes in his arms, went to the door.
Then he stopped, turned to look at the man and said, "May I ask you a
question, se�or?"

"Sure..."

"Why you didn't answer the questions of your comrades... about what you
did with me in bed?"

"Because I don't like to spread my business about... and I didn't want to
embarrass you in front of your colleagues, the other friars." the
soldier said, shrugging his shoulder almost as if there was no
importance to the thing.

"I am grateful to you, se�or. You are different from your companions,
you didn't treat me like an object, or like a prostitute."

"Of course I didn't, you are neither of them."

"Your comrades didn't seem to think like you..."

"They are not bad men." the mercenary defended them with little
conviction.

"I didn't say they are and anyway it is not up to me to judge others.
Anyway, I felt I had to thank you..."

"And you did it, boy. Now don't waste more time, go and wash my clothes,
hurry up! I don't know if in any moment we have to move away from here,
and it would annoy me to take my clothes away still wet..."

"Yes, certainly, I will try to do all well and quickly, don't worry.�
the novice answered and quickly disappeared in the corridor with his
bundle of dirty clothes.

"Be careful, man, that boy is entering in your blood too much..." the
mercenary told himself in a low voice, while he sat down and took his
rifle to clean and duly lubricate its various parts. For a soldier,
keeping his weapon in perfect order was essential - his life in great
part depended on this.

Soon after Neil heard a light knocking at the door of the room, and
before he could say to come in, Joe peeped in.

"Are you alone?"

"Yes, my boy went to do my laundry. Come in."

The young mercenary carefully closed the door, took a chair and sat
astride it in front of his comrade in arms.

"I need to talk with you, Neil... and I know you will be as silent as a
grave..."

"Sure. What's up?"

"Well, you see... I chose that boy that was sitting at my side, there in
the refectory, that Isidro... you saw him, didn't you?"

"Yes... nice, even though a little... effeminate, it seems."

"Yes, that's why I chose him, because he made me think of a girl..."

"Yes, I guessed so..." Neil commented, going on to clean his weapon.

"Yes, but under his soutane... he got a tool almost bigger than mine..."

"Disappointed? You just don't have to look at it. Weren't you the one
who said that a hole is just a hole?" Neil said without looking at him,
as he was feeling that Joe had something else to tell him and felt that
perhaps he didn't have enough courage.

"Right, but... you know... I can tell you... you will not tell the others,
will you?"

"Of course not, anything it could be, it remains between you and me."

"Well, the fact is that... Christ, how can I... well... while he was working
me duly... You know he is not a greenhorn, two or three monks regularly
did it with him for a couple years... Well, he... he made me get horny... and
well... at a certain point... Christ, I too don't know how... I don't know
why... but... we were lying on the bed... and he was sucking me and was upside
down and... and his hard cock... like a ripe fruit... just there in front of
me..."

"You ended doing a sixty-nine." Neil said in a flat tone, still without
looking at him, hoping he gave a totally casual tone to his words.

"Christ, yes!" Joe said with a chocked voice.

"And... was it... so terrible, Joe?" Neil asked almost in a whisper.

"No, not at all... and that drives me crazy!"

"You... liked it." Neil quietly said.

"Yes... and I'm scared, fucking shit, I'm scared, if I am... Christ, do you
understand..."

"... of you becoming a fag too." the mercenary ended for his friend.

"Christ, yes..." the young soldier almost sobbed.

Neil raised his eyes, stopped cleaning his rifle, and looked straight in
the eyes his friend, "Either one is a faggot or he isn't, he can't
become one. Moreover, there aren't just faggots or straight men, there
are also all the intermediate nuances of bisexual men. You can just be
one of them. And in this case, give thanks to heaven, as you can enjoy
doing it with twice the number of people. Moreover, even if you
discovered you were a faggot like me... it's not so bad, believe me... Take
things as they are, don't worry about putting labels on yourself or any
that the others put on you."

"It's easy to say so..." the young man almost moaned.

"Even easier to do it, I can assure you. Anyway, for the moment, just
enjoy your... what's his name... your Isidro, right? And do with him all you
feel like doing, without fears or problems, let yourself go, mind me,
and just think to enjoy it, anyway it is."

"But how can one understand if he is a faggot or not?"

"At a certain point, one who is so, sooner or later understands it. Some
like me understands it when he is twelve, as I did, others understand it
when they are fifty... and others never understand it, possibly because
they are too scared, and then they live a hell of a life, as they don't
want to accept their nature. No, listen to me, let yourself go. If you
are or not, Joe, just care about enjoying what your life gives to you.
And... listen to me, a hole is not just a hole, but around it there is
always a person, a living being like you and me... And you, Joe, you are
and remain a good soldier, and a smart guy, wherever your cock aims.
Enjoy that Isidro, whatever he gives you, without becoming paranoid."

"Do you think?"

"I do think!"

"Thank you, Neil, you are a friend. I am already feeling a little
better, you know..."

"Good. And always use a condom when you fuck... or if you decide to be
fucked. You know that the captain would be ready to kill whichever of us
doesn't have safe sex, don't you?" Neil said him.

Joe looked at him astounded, frowning, but relaxed with a smile when he
understood that his friend just said a witticism... But was it just a
witticism? Joe left Neil's room relieved, but with a new question
turning insistently in his mind, and that he wasn't able to chase away.
How would it be to try the rod of the little friar in his ass, besides
in his mouth?

Neil meanwhile was thinking, with a light smile on his lips, that he
would definitely not be annoyed to be able to push his cock inside the
nice ass of his young comrade in arms, and hammer him until he enjoyed
it... Amongst all his companions, Joe was possibly the only one that he
would have liked to take, and from whom he would like to be taken.

For the moment though he had the beautiful friar Augustin available, so
beautiful and so fully available... He hoped they would stay in that abbey
for some days... as long as possible... He caressed himself between his legs
- just thinking of that boy made him get a hard-on in a twinkling of an
eye! He hoped Augustin would quickly wash his clothes, he was again
feeling a strong desire to fuck him, to make love with him, and also to
be fucked by him...

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3

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