Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2005 09:16:24 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Italian Brothers 3 - Enrico Piccin - 09/14 (historical)

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ITALIAN BROTHERS 3
ENRICO PICCIN
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005
written on February 2, 1996
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Dave

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"ITALIAN BROTHERS 3 - ENRICO PICCIN" 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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CHAPTER 9 . A silent love


The parish priest accompanied them to the bells' tower cell, passing
through the almost dark church, poorly lit only by the candles in front
of Saint Lucia statue. He opened the low door of solid wood that
squeaked on its hinges.

"Here you are young men." he said and Manfredo smiled once again for his
pronunciation - his "r" seemed all to be "ds"! "It is not a royal
palace, but for one night it will do, isn't that so? Near your mattress
I put a jug of water, and I leave here a lamp. Before hitting the bed,
if you need to use the bog, you know where it is - I'll leave open the
sacristy door."

"Thank you, reverend father." Enrico said politely, holding back the
laughter for the funny imitation that Manfredo was doing at the priest's
back.

"Good night and rest well, you need it!" the parish priest said, putting
the lamp on a stool.

"Yes, we really need it, we are longing to lie down on that mattress,
isn't it so, Enrico?" Manfredo said provokingly brushing himself between
his legs, but pulling away his hand as soon as the priest turned towards
him and assuming a demure expression that nearly made Enrico burst in an
uproarious laughter.

"Tomorrow morning you will come to the parsonage for the breakfast; I
gave instructions to the housekeeper to prepare abundantly - I guess you
will be hungry, as young as you are!" the good priest said to Manfredo.

"Oh yes, at least I am always hungry, Enrico knows how strong my hunger
is..." Manfredo said lowering his eyes in a gesture that the priest
mistook for embarrassment but that was only to hide the laughter that
was flashing behind his eyes for that umpteenth word-play.

"A proof that you are in very good health." the worthy man ingenuously
said. "Well I leave you, now. Have a good sleep."

When the priest left the small room, carefully closing the heavy door at
his back, Manfredo went near Enrico, and imitating in a low voice the
priest, said, "I am in a very good health and really hungry. Come here
and lie down and I will show you at once!"

Enrico, smiling, gave him a dirty look, pointing to the door and
signaling him to keep silent. Manfredo nodded with laughing eyes but
caressed him between his legs, groping him with a full hand. Enrico at
once got aroused by that intimate contact.

Manfredo emitted a low appreciation sound and whispered, "Yeah, you too
are in very good health, I feel..."

"Wait at least until we are sure he went away..." Enrico whispered,
excited.

"If he is eavesdropping behind the door, it means he is one of ours,
therefore no harm, on the contrary... he is a handsome man. If not, he
is for sure already far away. Come here, come on, or I'll try it with
the priest!" said attiring him toward the mattress that was on the
floor.

"Come on, he is a priest!"

"Still young and handsome, also a priest is a man, isn't he? Even if he
wears a soutane, under it he is endowed like us, didn't you know?"

Enrico laughed, "You would even do it with a priest?"

"Why not, with one like him, for instance, and there are priests who
like doing it. I've heard that a certain priest in Turin fucks every
night like a rabbit in his sacristan... But now, let's undress, come
on!" the boy said gaily, starting to do it.

"Is it not better to blow out the lamp, before?" Enrico asked, slightly
worried about the priest.

"No, I didn't yet see you naked, and don't want to miss the vision... At
least I can say I too had a vision here in the church, and not only the
saints..."

"Don't be blasphemous..." Enrico said in a mild reproach.

"Why blasphemous? Each person get the vision they deserve, don't they? I
luckily deserve this..." the boy said starting to pull out his
companion's clothes.

In a while they both were naked, standing up on the mattress, and were
groping, feeling, brushing each other, full of desire.

"Do you like kissing, Manfredo?"

"Everything, I love everything. Don't ask, just do! I like males of few
words and good action..." Manfredo said taking Enrico's turgid genitals
in his hands and slowly kneeling in front of him.

He parted his lips and made slide inside him all the hot flesh column,
moaning low his pleasure. Enrico had a start and quivered. He caressed
his friend's hair while this one was moving back and forth his head
sucking with pleasure.

"Go gently..." panted Enrico, "it is months since I've done anything
sexual, I fear to come too soon..."

"You didn't even wank alone?" Manfredo asked him, unbelieving, pulling
him to lie on the mattress.

"Not even."

"Well... can't you come twice?"

"I think I can..." Enrico said admiring the nakedness of his comrade and
caressing him with pleasure.

"So, then, come on, let yourself go, the night is all for us. Do you
know that you taste good? You have a healthy male taste. I want to drink
your first load and to get the second, instead, inside my ass..."

"And you to me?"

"All you want, of course, my beautiful male. And as much as you want,
with no limits!"

Enrico bent over the crotch of his friend and started giving him
pleasure with his mouth. Manfredo turned around to resume what he had
interrupted.

When at last they lied, finally sated, on the mattress, Manfredo had
succeeded in giving to Enrico three orgasms, all three very enjoyable.

Their limbs intertwined, Enrico emitted a long sigh.

"You needed it, didn't you?" Manfredo said.

"Yes, really." the young man said. "You are a force of nature, you
know?"

"Like rain and wind?"

"More or less."

"So you mean I am boting!" Manfredo said pretending to be offended.

"Not at all, I mean you are irresistible like a river in flood, like the
tide, like the Ocean currents..."

"I like that more, yes."

"You swept me away."

"And you were happy to be swept away, confess it."

"I confess it, with much pleasure."

"Then I give you the absolution." the boy said giggling and caressed the
young man soft member. "You are very well built, Enrico."

"More than Leo?"

"No, no more than him. But you are better at making love, this is for
certain. Even though I bet you would have preferred doing it with your
Maurizio."

Enrico thought of the boy he was in love with and felt a great sweetness
enveloping him. "If I said no, I would be a liar. But I know I cannot
hope that, not with him..."

"Therefore you content yourself with me."

"No, I don't content myself. I am contented, rather."

"Nice word-play. Thank you, anyway. But I can understand you, you know?
If I was in love with you, I would not be faithful. Maurizio, on the
contrary, would be the faithful guy, I'm sure, if he was like us. You
also, even though you like to enjoy yourself, you are the faithful type,
I bet."

"How can be so sure?"

"Come on! I know whom I have to deal with. I know my poultry, as my
grand mother would put it."

"I'm poultry, then?"

"No, you are no poultry. But not even a stallion in heat like Leo. No.
You are... a desirable man... and an extremely agreeable one."

"Thank you for calling me... a human being and not an animal. It is a
compliment."

"What I like in you is that, even though ours is only an adventure, with
some follow up I hope, when you make love you give the best of
yourself... and a lot of affection. After so many cocks and asses,
believe me, also some affection does me some good..."

"So then you are less of a libertine than you want us to believe."

"I'm afraid yes. But don't tell anybody, this is my secret."

"Why don't you look for a lover?"

"Because I'm too young and I want to enjoy life some more, and then, who
do you think can fall in love with me? I am just a beautiful boy good to
fuck or to be fucked by, nothing more, a bed-animal, in short."

"I don't believe that. This is the image you want to show, but you are
not that way. This time is me to bet on that."

"Well, good night, now, Enrico." suddenly Manfredo said, and Enrico
understood he had hit the mark.

The following morning Enrico was woken up by a pleasurable sensation:
Manfredo was bent over him and was titillating his nipple with his lips
and tongue, while with a hand was rubbing the other nipple and with the
other hand was caressing between his legs the hard member.

"Good morning!" Manfredo said when became aware that his friend was
awake, looking at him with a mischievous expression. Then he said,
gently shaking Enrico's tool still held in his hand, "This one awoke
before you, therefore I thought to keep him company, in order that he
was not bored..."

Enrico pulled him against himself and climbed on his body. Manfredo
circled Enrico's waist with his legs offering himself to him and they
started again to make love. In the small room filtered the rays of the
sun, still almost horizontal, from a narrow loophole open in the ancient
stone and a golden glimmer filled the cell. The two youths turned around
and now Enrico, sitting on the mattress, was looking the seducing body
of his friend who was dancing up and down on his lap, savoring that new
union.

Manfredo eyes were lighted with joy and Enrico thought it was good what
they were doing and that any honest person without prejudice could not
deny that. But how many people in the world are without prejudice? And
mainly about the fact that two males could get pleasure from each other,
give pleasure to each other? Even amongst the people loving their own
sex, not few are slave of prejudice and are ashamed of their same
impulses. Secret impulses! Why have they to remain secret? And even
forbidden? One risked the jail - both for wanting a united Italy and for
wanting to love one of his own sex. Two bad things, then?

The spontaneous joy of his friend filled him too with joy and he told
himself that nobody had the right to deny, to judge, to condemn that
love. Abuse, violence without a reason, overpowering has to be
condemned.

Enrico stopped thinking and let him self enjoy the passionate union he
was experiencing with his friend, a joy for both his body and his soul.

When they stood up and dressed, Manfredo said to Enrico, with a funny
smile, "I was thinking... I was thinking I have to be grateful to
Maurizio."

"Grateful to him, but why do you have to be grateful to him?"

"For two reasons - if you didn't fall in love with him, I would not have
understood, by the way you look at him, that you are like me. And if he
said yes to your love, I could not have you, now."

Enrico smiled, and then asked him, "If I was in a relation with
Maurizio, wouldn't you have tried it with me?"

"I? Never! I would never get between a couple... unless it was you to
ask me. But as, to my luck, you are not a couple..."

After the breakfast at the parsonage, abundant as the parish priest had
promised, they resumed their march. At the new of their advancing, all
Sicily seemed to have revolted against the Bourbons, who were
precipitously beating a retreat, also because not a few Sicilian
soldiers were deserting and, or they were going to hide amongst their
people or even they flanked the Garibaldians. So that, as Maurizio said
to Enrico, their conquest seemed more a walk than a war. At time, here
and there, there was some skirmish, but more to slow them down to allow
the main body of the Bourbons' army to escape than to really resist the
invasion. Even though the Bourbons called it a "strategic withdrawal",
as all the armies in flight, but not yet in rout, normally would say.

They reached thus Messina's outskirts, after a few clashes and with a
few lightly wounded men. Anyway Enrico was busy and Maurizio helped him
to give medical treatment, to bandage, to put straight the men.

During a halt in order to reorganize them and to enter the town in an
orderly formation, Enrico complained with his superiors, "I enlisted to
fight, and instead I have always to stay to the rear!"

"Captain Piccin, you are fighting here behind the front - you are
fighting against death that follows us and lies always in ambush." the
adjutant of the general said.

"Death... what a big word. Thanks to God we just had some wounded men
and not even seriously."

"We have been lucky, yes, but will we always be? And anyway you, putting
straight our men, are fighting with their arms, their hearts, and their
chests. Each man going back to the fight is a part of you who is
fighting, don't you see that? You are more precious here than the
weapons we have, you are one of our most precious soldiers, together
with your nurse, even though perhaps you will not earn medals for that."

"I wouldn't surely fight in order to earn medals, I..." Enrico objected
lofty.

"I don't doubt it. But, believe me you are doing for Italy more than
each of us can singly do. Don't complain, therefore!"

Enrico lowered his head and nodded, slightly ashamed for the outburst he
had had a little before.

"And anyway," the adjutant continued, "if it was needed, surely you and
your nurse would be ready to shoulder your fusil and to fight, wouldn't
you?"

"By all means!" Enrico and Maurizio answered in unison.

"Good. That's enough, therefore. Do well your duty and we all will be
really grateful to you." the officer said concluding so the discussion.

When they were alone, Enrico said to Maurizio, with irony, "I cut a fine
figure, didn't I?"

Maurizio smiled, "No, you just said what you were feeling and what
disturbed you, and you did right. Don't you now see things in a somewhat
different way?"

"Yes..."

"Therefore you were right to say what you felt."

They entered Messina. The entire city was decked with flags and a
heterogeneous and rowdy crowd formed a double edge at the passing of the
beautiful young people with their red shirts, "The Piedmonteses... the
Piedmonteses..." the people was wildly repeating, and clapping their
hands. A spokesman for the city talked with General Garibaldi, giving
the welcome, asking respect for the people and for the town and offered
to the "brave soldiers from the Continent and from the Island" the
hospitality of the city's families. In fact several "picciotti" were
flanking the Garibldinians and not a few of them asked to enlist,
decided to follow Garibaldi up to the north, until all Italy became one
and indivisible country.

Therefore it was agreed that each Garibaldian, when he found a host,
would go to register to a specially appointed officer who would take
note where he was hosted and by whom.

Enrico was wandering about the square with Maurizio when an officer
called him.

"Captain Piccin, this gentleman is a physician and as a colleague he
offered to host our doctor, that is you. Did you by chance already find
accommodations?"

"No, not yet..." Enrico answered looking at the man, who made a light
bow and smiled - he was a man in his fifties, with a lorgnette framed in
gold, a heavy gold chain at his waistcoat, a big gold ring at his
finger. But, in spite of all that display of wealth, he had clever eyes
and a likeable smile.

"I am Doctor Rinaldo Fichera..." he introduced himself.

"How do you do, my name is Enrico Piccin..."

The man stretched out his arm and they shook hands - a short shake,
firm, which impressed Enrico favorably.

"So, then, may I have the honor to have you as my guest, doctor?" the
Sicilian asked him with a strong accent but in perfect Italian language.

"It is an honor for me... but also my nurse is without accommodations
and I would like settling him first..." Enrico answered.

"If it arranges you, my dear colleague, he could also be a guest in my
home. The problem is that I have only one free room - but we can add a
bed. Unless you prefer to sleep alone and to find for your nurse another
accommodation..."

Enrico was about happily accept but refrained and looked in a
questioning way Maurizio.

The boy smiled and said, "If it is not too much trouble, and if doctor
Piccin agrees, I would be really glad..."

"So, then, colleague?" the Sicilian asked.

"Your offer is generous, we heartily accept. We soldiers practically
never sleep alone, therefore there is no problem."

"Very well, we have to register, I heard. Do you know where we have to
go?"

"Yes, this way." Enrico said and, saluted the other officer, together
with Maurizio and the doctor went to the registering officer table to
give their data.

Here was a short queue and, right in front of him there was Manfredo and
at his side a beautiful Sicilian young man and they were talking with
wide smiles.

When Manfredo, turning back, saw Enrico and Maurizio, he said merrily,
"Oh, you too found an accommodation? I will be the guest of this kind
young man, his name is Ruggiero Vizzini. They are my friends Enrico and
Maurizio."

"I feel honored." the young Sicilian said shaking hands with the two.

Enrico introduced Doctor Rinaldo Fichera and Manfredo and they also
shook hands. Enrico noticed the possession air with which Manfredo
looked at his host and asked him self if by chance between the two
already shot the fatal spark. Finally Manfredo could have his Sicilian,
he thought, amused.

After registering, Doctor Fichera led them to his home - he lived at the
main floor of an ancient mansion. His home oozed with wealth like his
entire person. His wife was a thin, elegant, well cared and gentle
woman. The doctor introduced also his children - three males of which
two were married and lived there in the wide home with their wives and
children, two girls to wed, even if somewhat aged, then two younger boys
who had more or less the same age of Maurizio,

"The domestic staff says that when we like, the meal will be served. If
we want to take a seat..." the doctor's wife said.

"Let them have the time to freshen themselves up, to change their
clothing..." the husband said and led them in the room where they would
sleep - it was a very wide room, of a baroque elegance, but agreeable,
"Here it is. I will ask the staff to add a bed near this one, on the
other side of the night table there is enough room."

"It is a very beautiful room... Thank you very much." Enrico said.

"This was my mother's bedroom, before she passed away two years ago. Now
we use it as a guest room. Our rooms are upstairs. If you would follow
me, I will show you the guest bathroom. You can set your things here and
change your clothes. When it suits you, we are in the lounge..."

"Unhappily we don't have a... full dress. We can just put on a clean
uniform..." Enrico said.

"Your red shirt is a perfect evening dress, don't worry, colleague." the
doctor kindly said and left them alone.

"What do you think, Maurizio?" Enrico asked spying the expression of his
friend.

"I say it is perfect. For how long we couldn't sleep in a real bed?"

"I was not sure you wanted to share a room with me..." Enrico said.

"Silly man! With you I would sleep even in the same bed, you know that."
the young man said him with affection.

"But not I..." Enrico answered with a light smile.

"No?" Maurizio asked, astonished.

"It would be too hard, don't you understand? I am no saint."

Maurizio smiled and brushed his hand, "I am sure that there would be no
problem, but I understand what you mean. And it is surely not me wanting
to give you problems. But here, with two beds, it will be alright,
wouldn't it?

"Sure, it will be alright."

"Let's change our clothes, now."

"Here? Together?"

"Here, together. Are you ashamed to undress in front of me?"

"Perhaps, a little... I'm afraid that..."

"It would be natural if it happened, because of what you feel for me.
Don't worry, I will surely not be scandalized." the youth told him with
tenderness and started to undress.

"May I... look at you, then?"

"If you like. Be yourself, Enrico."

"Just to a certain extent..." corrected Enrico with a smile and started
to undress at his turn.

He looked at Maurizio, at his half naked body and found it of a yearning
beauty. He was not sexy like Manfredo, but he was beautiful. Maurizio
looked at his friend and made him a sweet smile. Enrico found delicious
the simplicity with which the boy let him look, quiet, neither bashful
nor provoking. And he told himself that this young man was a rare pearl,
and felt even more in love with him.

They changed their uniforms and went to rejoin the others.

They ate a very good, rich and abundant meal. During the lunch all the
family covered them with questions. Then they moved to another lounge
(they discovered that there were four lounges in the apartment) where
the lady offered a rosolio and the doctor offered them to smoke, but
neither Enrico nor Maurizio did smoke.

"Ah, healthy youths, I'm pleased." the doctor said but he inhaled with
evident pleasure from his pipe.

The elder son offered to bring them to visit the town and the two
friends willingly accepted. When the servants had prepared the little
gig, they went. The town was swarming with Garibaldians, well visible
for their red shirts, and with their hosts who were taking them for a
walk - it seemed that they passed the word on acting as guides for the
young Garibaldians.

"I beg your pardon, but, why your general choose so a showy uniform?"
the man asked to Enrico.

"Well there are plenty of symbolic explanations and all are very nice -
the fire burning in our hearts, the blood we are ready to shed for our
ideal, the beautiful color of love, the red of our flag..."

"I would say that no one of these explanations persuades you." the young
man said studying Enrico's expression.

"Oh no, surely all of them are right and valuable, but... I am a
physician, you see..."

"Sorry, but I don't understand what you want to say..."

"The red hides the color of blood, if we are wounded - this on one hand
makes less afraid the wounded person or his comrades, and on the other
hand gives to the enemy the impression that their bullets didn't hit us,
if the wound is not mortal, a double psychological advantage. Also
because normally, a few drops of blood on a white cloth give the
impression that a lot of it came out."

"Therefore your General chooses the red thinking of that?"

"I don't know, possibly not, but if he did it for this reason, he would
have been wise. And if he didn't think to that, anyway this is the
result, and it is good."

"Without a doubt, and you all are volunteers, you said, didn't you?"

"Certainly."

"And what pushed you to make such a choice?"

"For what concerns me and Maurizio, we answered during the meal. About
the others, how many are the men, so many could be their motivations.
Anyway I don't believe the reason is just one. Certainly in all of us
there is the ideal to have at last a country, one and undivided, not
trampled down by a stranger, free, and belonging to us. But then, what
other reasons can join this one? Perhaps we ourselves are not fully
aware. Adventure, flight, desire to put ourselves to the test, to unload
repressed energies, the whish to see far and unknown lands, hope for
glory, orÉ who knows!"

"Therefore a pure ideal doesn't exist?"

"Certainly it exists - all these reasons don't invalidate in the
slightest degree the fact that all and every one of us is ready to die
for Italy. The ideal remains pure, whatever motivation sides it. The
man, I believe, is never just in one dimension or two... and the same
for his ideals."

"Are you an idealist?"

"I think to be a... realist. But I believe in the strength and in the
value of ideals."

"And in that of social conventions, of money, and of power?"

"Surely also these have their strengths. But it is a strength that
doesn't come from the heart, it is a cold strength that is not warming,
is not creative... it is a blind strength."

"And love?" then asked the young wife of the man, who up to then
remained silent.

"The highest of ideals, I believe, madam." Enrico answered with
courtesy.

"Romantic." the husband said with a flat voice.

"No, love is the foundation of any ideal. The force that makes alive and
livable the universe, that makes man a man, that makes God divine."

"You, a doctor are a believer?" the man asked, almost astounded.

"Certainly, I am a believer, even though not a good church attendee."

"Do you believe, then, that man has a soul?"

"If he didn't have it, he would not be able to love."

At evening they went back home, the supper was lighter than the lunch
but as good. After a conversation in the lounge, they finally could
retire and go to rest. A new bed had been added, parallel to the first,
far from the other about three feet.

They undressed, went to bed and Enrico blew out the lamp.

"I liked very much your speech while we were in the gig, Enrico."
Maurizio said in the dark.

"Thank you. But I didn't intend to make a speech. I just told my
thoughts, for what they were worth."

"It was a real pleasure listening at you. You are a splendid person."

Enrico smiled and said nothing - compliments always put him slightly ill
at ease, even though they gave him also pleasure, mainly if coming from
the person he loved, from the boy he intensely loved.

After a short silence, Maurizio voice said, "Enrico, do you mind if we
hold hands, just for a while?"

The young man felt moved. "On the contrary..." he said stretching out
his arm towards the bed of the friend and their hands found each other,
their fingers intertwined and lightly squeezed.

Enrico felt a sensation of tender warmth and felt a great peace wrapping
him, a peace that not even his incipient erection could trouble.
Certainly he desired Maurizio, he would have liked to be allowed to
fully express to him all his love, but what he had very much at heart
was his friend's happiness - in order to make him happy he was ready to
do any and every thing, even to renounce all the physical love.

He felt grateful to Maurizio for that gesture - he felt that the boy, in
some way, wanted to make him feel his affection.

Maurizio hand became heavy and, slowly, slipped away from the light grip
of Enrico, who understood that his friend had fallen asleep. He silently
left his bed, being barely able to perceive the dark silhouette of the
boy. With tender care he took his arm that was hanging out of the bed,
and folded it on his chest. He arranged the sheet, bent to give him a
very light kiss in his forehead and, serenely went back to his bed.

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