Date: Sat, 24 Sep 2005 09:40:35 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Italian Brothers 2 - Tano & Maso - 10/11 (historical)

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ITALIAN BROTHERS 2
TANO & MASO
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005
written September 2nd, 1993
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Matt & Dave

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"ITALIAN BROTHERS 2 - TANO & MASO" 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 10 . Twelve years, cancelled

Maso resumed his story.

"It had been a wonderful night, and when, the following morning, he
proposed to me that I stay in Florence with him, I felt strongly tempted
to answer him with a yes. His name was Donato, was thirty-one-years-old
and was a goldsmith. He had a shop in the Ponte Vecchio and had an
apartment upstairs above his shop.

Seeing my indecision, he insisted, until at last I accepted his
proposal. I went to live with him. Officially I was his shop-boy and was
sleeping in the back-room of the shop, but in reality I was his lover
and slept with him, in his bed. And very soon I fell in love with him.

He had an old mother and from time to time we went to visit her.

Once, his mother, while he was elsewhere and could not hear us, told me:
"After my Donato hired you in his shop, he seems another man - happier,
more alive... I don't know what is, but your company makes him happy..."

I asked myself if she had guessed something or if she just said those
words without attaching to them a double meaning. Anyway they gave me
pleasure. Donato was very sweet. With him I spent very good days... and
very hot nights. He had a remarkable physical endurance, really uncommon
- at times he was able to take me for hours, without stopping, raising
me up to the stars. And he complained that when it was my turn to take
him, I didn't have a similar endurance.

He loved making love in the dark I never saw his naked body. And yet,
touching him, I can say he had a very well built body. But he always
closed all the window's shutters, blew out all the lamps and only then,
in the dark, we could undress, and in the dark we made love. In the
morning we dressed always in the dark and only after we were dressed, he
opened the shutters and let the sun light enter the room.

At first I thought he wanted to hide from me some secret, he had some
deformity he was ashamed of, but my hands, little by little, learned to
know his body very well, and he seemed sound and well built.

Once I told him I would have loved seeing him naked and being seen naked
by him, but he answered, with a stern expression: "No way! Nakedness is
never to be shown, to anybody, for any reason!"

His tone had been so sharp and final that I didn't insist.

Then Donato's mother died. Even though she was aged, it was a bad stroke
for him. And he stopped making love with me. We still slept together,
half embracing, but if I tried to awaken his desire he, very kindly,
made me stop. At first I thought it was just a period connected with the
grief for loss of his mother. But months were elapsing and he continued
to refuse making love with me.

At last, about a year ago, he told me: "Maso, I understand you are young
and you need to make love. But I don't feel any more the desire for
doing it. It is not you, or your fault. You always are in my heart. And
I always love you. But I don't feel any more like having sex. Forgive
me."

"It will change, Donato. We can wait..."

"No, my beloved I have thought a lot about it these many days. It is
time for you to leave, to live your life, to find a lover who can be
able to give you what you need. I can feel your needs, your desire.
Before, just feeling it, would have flared me up easily like a match,
you know that, now it's different. It is not your fault, believe me.
It's me that has changed."

We discussed, I insisted I wanted to stay with him, to try some more,
because I was in love with him. But he was adamant.

He decided to give me a big sum of money: "You cannot start a new life
from nothing. And then, as I'm no more able to give you my body, take at
least this poor substitute as a proof of the fact that, even if my body
is no longer able to react, I really love you."

At the end I accepted. He asked me where I was planning to go.

"I will go to Rome." I decided.

He paid me the fare to Rome, bid me farewell and saw him on the square
corner waving his hand until the coach turned the corner and we were no
more in sight."

"You miss him?" Gaetano asked him.

Maso looked at him astounded. "Are you joking? It was you, and only you
I have always missed. Even when I lived with Donato and everything was
fine, believe me, you always were into my heart and I missed you
terribly. Nobody else never could and never will take your place into my
heart. Yes, I loved Donato, because he was lovable, but above all
because I was certain I lost you forever and forgive me, I felt the need
to be loved, and therefore I picked love everywhere I could find it. It
was a pale substitute of your love that I missed so badly. I never
pulled away from my finger our little ring, you know, and this was to me
a lot more than just a souvenir, it was a symbol of a unique,
unrepeatable love. How can you ask me if I miss Donato?"

"No, no, sorry, I expressed it in a wrong way... I just wanted to know
if you missed him when you came in Rome, at first..."

"Well, yes, a little. But I could never miss him as much as I have
missed you in these twelve years. No, it's not even remotely
comparable."

"I know. To me it has been the same, Maso, I know very well. But the...
you came to Rome a year ago. What did you do in this year?"

"When I reached Rome, I went to meet one of Donato's acquaintances, or
rather a far relative, for which he gave me a letter. This man let me a
small apartment behind Serristori' barracks, where I still live, and
introduced me to a friend of his, a librarian of Count Colonna, in Santi
Apostoli Square, where I am still working."

"Santi Apostoli square? How many times I passed in there. If just you
looked out your window while I was walking in that square..."

"But happily I passed here at Fontana di Trevi..."

"And in this year you have found no lovers?"

"No. Just small stories..."

"Tell me. I want to know everything..."

"Well... It was last winter, it was a Saturday and I was going back
home. Just before the front entrance of my house, I saw a man
staggering. While I arrived near him, looking at him and thinking he was
probably suddenly taken ill, I saw him fall on the pavement and remain
still, like a disarticulate puppet. I ran to help him, hoping he is not
dead. He was alive and when I shook him I realize two things: one - he
is just blind drunk and, two - he is young and really handsome.

I try to revive him, to make him stand up, and ask him who he is, where
does he live. But that young man mumbles something, was not able to
stand up, and understands nothing. At first I gave up. I leave him on
the pavement and go towards my entrance door. While I'm opening it, snow
starts to fall. I turn to look at that bundle that is the young man and
see that the snow is already starting to cover his dark shape... I think
I cannot leave him there, under the snow - he would for sure die frozen.

Therefore I go back to him, made my arm pass under his armpits and,
lifting him up bodily I bring him, or more precisely I drag him upstairs
to my apartment. I just made him enter and leave him just a moment to
shut the door, when he throws up even his soul, soiling the floor and
dirtying all his clothes. So, there in the entrance room, I undress him,
clean his body and then the floor, I put his clothes in a wash tub full
of water, then I drag him to my bed and place him on it.

I go back to end the cleaning, I changed the water in the tub and, tired
for all that unforeseen drudgery, I go back in my bed room asking myself
where I can sleep, as I have just that bed. The young man is there,
naked as his mother made him, and is sleeping snoring lightly. I now
look at him with more attention - he is really beautiful, very
beautiful.

I hesitate for a short while but am unable to resist - I undress, lie
near him and cover our bodies with a blanket. And then caress him. He
shivers his body answers. I did nothing more than caress him, I would
never take advantage of an unconscious person. My thought was to just
enjoy his closeness, his warmth, then dress the following morning and go
to the kitchen to wait for him to recover his senses. Drunk as he was, I
was sure, he would sleep until noon. Therefore, embraced to that sweet
and so beautiful body, I fell asleep, blissful, and happy to finally
feel the warmth of a body against my body, after so many months.

But he wakes up early in the morning, and his startled voice wakes me
up. He says something like, "Oh my god! Where am I? Where's here? Who
are you?"

Our eyes meet - I'm embarrassed, he is totally bewildered. Then he
becomes aware he is stark naked, and I too am totally naked, our legs
are intertwined, my arm still surrounds his waist. I try to disengage
myself from that position and start to explain him how I found him, what
happened, how I took him to my place...

He says, with a soft accusation tone in his voice, "And so, last night,
you took advantage of me."

"No, no, I swear. I just... caressed you, nothing more. You were so
beautiful that... I was not able to resist. But I did nothing more than
that, to you, for real!"

He doesn't believe me I see that from his eyes. He uncovers himself,
checks his member, dry, touches between his buttocks, then says, "Well,
perhaps you said the truth..."

Uncovering himself he uncovered also my body, looking at my nakedness,
up and down, several times. I don't know what to do, what to say.

Then he says, "Its cold. Let us cover up. But where are my clothes?"

"Soaking, as I told you. They were impregnated with vomit..."

"So, now, I have to remain naked! Today is a Sunday, isn't it?"

"Yes, sure."

"Tomorrow morning I have to show up at the barracks."

"Are you a soldier?"

"I came to enroll in the Swiss Guard."

"But... you aren't a Swiss. You speak a perfect Italian."

"I am a pure bred Swiss, from Appenzell, the sixth generations. But my
father moved to Milan when I was just two years old. That's why I know
perfectly your language."

"Before tomorrow morning your clothes will be washed and dry..."

"I have therefore to remain stark naked all the day long." the youth
said giggling.

"I can give you some of my clothes..:"

The boy looked at me, then, with my astonishment, under the blanket, put
his hand on my chest and caressed it.

"What are you doing?" I asked him in a low voice, surprised but excited.

"You told me you caressed me, during the night, didn't you? So, now it's
my turn. I saw you are well built, I like your body. Wouldn't you like
to fuck with me, now?"

"Yes... sure." I answered, somewhat astounded but aroused.

"I too feel like doing it. Come on, then..." he said happily and dived
under the blanket while his hands were exploring my body. I felt his
lips suck my tits, then down, down with his tongue on my chest, my
belly, until he reached his goal. He really was a colt in heat.

When I tried to give him back his pleasurable cares, he stopped me and
said, "No, now it's up to me, I told you..." and started again to give
me pleasure and arouse me until he felt I was all a quiver. At that
point he offered himself to me: "Now it's your turn. Go on, fuck me! But
later I'll fuck you, alright?"

"Alright." I answered lying on top of him with pleasure. He was young,
just nineteen, but was a skilled lover, and passionate.

Later, while we were at last relaxing, fully sated, he said: "hi, by the
way, my name is Jackob Rudolf Franziscus BŸrer. What's your name?"

"My name is Tommaso Galamini, but everybody calls me Maso."

"Hi, Maso, how do you do? You can call me Rudi."

We covered ourselves with two of my dressing-gowns and I prepared our
lunch. We ate, chatting like two old friends. He told me about him with
a real wit.

I came to know, then, that he discovered he loved men when he was just
eleven years old! He told me that he climbed on his house's roof trying
to catch his kitten who was there up, when from a dormer-window he saw
the university student living there at the last floor, who was, totally
naked, in the centre of his room with a boy, that he recognized being
the delicatessen shop owner son, this also fully naked. The boy was
kneeling in front of the other and sucking him.

Rudi, curious and puzzled, unseen by the occupants of the room, stopped
there to pry into that sight - he never before seen two men "playing" in
that way and thought it seemed an interesting game. He spied on them and
saw, after a while, the university student making the other stand up,
turn around and penetrating his ass, and understood, by the expression
of both, that they were enjoying a lot what they were doing. Therefore
he decided he wanted to join in that game. Therefore he simply jumped
inside the open window.

The two were terribly embarrassed and especially the youngest one,
worried. They asked him to say nothing to anybody about what he saw.
Rudi promised but said that he too wanted to play that game... They made
him happy, taking him between them and resuming to do sex. Rudi loved
it.

I asked him, "Didn't it hurt you, the first time you were taken?"

"No, not at all! Rather, I loved very much feeling their hot tools
filling me, one in my ass and the other in my mouth, at the same time."
Rudi answered me with a wide smile.

For a while Rudi continued doing it with the student and his occasional
friends, and then he started to find available friends by himself and
became more and more selective. He didn't care about his partners' age,
but cared only they were handsome and clean. He told me that some times
he went even with two or three different people along the day.

I loved his cheerfulness and the sense of humor with which he narrated
to me his experiences. Later he washed his clothes and put them to dry
on a line near the stove. In the afternoon he asked me to make love
again. In the evening he decided to go back to the inn where he had left
all his luggage.

"Can we meet again, Rudi?"

"I don't know. I'd like to, but it will be not so easy. But if I can,
I'll come again here, as I really loved fucking with you."

"I heard that in the Swiss Guard the soldiers do it with each other,
that almost all are like us..." I told him.

He giggled: "I don't yet know, but hope it's true. One of the reasons
why I want to enroll is that. I too heard this interesting rumor..."

He left. I saw him again only at the beginning of summer. He had a
special leave and was going to Milan to see his family for a few days.
He wanted to stop one night at my place and to make love with me.

"The rumor is true you know? Several of my mates do it, more or less
three on the fourth. And I found also a lover, one who enrolled four
years ago. In our dormitory we are three couples, we got them to put all
six of us in a six bed room, so that each couple can make love also in
day time, with the protection of the other four. If the inspection comes
rounds, the friends outside make a signal so that the two inside have
time to get them in order. Well, in night time it's much easier..." he
said with an amused smile.

"But, if you have a lover, how comes that you are here to do it with
me?" I asked.

"Because I like you also. Don't you believe I can be satisfied with just
one man; he too, by the way, has his adventures, from time to time. We
two are the soup, without it you starve, but our adventures are like the
seasoning that makes the soup tastier." he answered laughing. "And you
are a very tasty seasoning!"

Anyway that was the last time I saw him."

"Other more lasting stories?"

"The longest one lasted four months. His name was Pio, like the present
pope. He was a big boy from Trastevere, twenty-one-years-old. I bought a
big sack of rice and asked the shop-keeper if he could have it delivered
to my home. Pio brought it.

He let the sack on the floor, looked around and said, with a pleasant
smile: "It is very nice, here at your place, mister!"

"Do you like my home?"

"Yeah, it's a merry and bright home. Hey, does it bother you to show me
all the rooms?"

Somewhat surprised, I consented.

When we were in my bedroom, he said, "Fucking devil isn't it wide? And
it must be soft, there! May I possibly try it? I won't soil it, would I?
I put out my shoes. But I sleep on a straw mattress and never tried a
real bed..."

I smiled and nodded yes. And thought looking at him carefully, that I
would have liked climbing on it with that boy he gave me the feeling to
be a free-range cockerel. He took off his shoes and flung himself on my
bed, spread-eagle, and I noticed that his breeches had a sweet promising
swelling in the right spot.

"That's great, mister! Here one feels really like a pope! It is just too
wide, there's place for three... or better two people, to do something
good..." he said, and winked to me. I'm thinking some witty remark but
he continues: "Who knows how many chicks you had on this bed!"

"No, not even one, not even once." I answer.

He looks at me with an astounded face, and then opens in a mischievous
smile: "There is nothing to be ashamed of, is there? When this commands,
man obeys, and in hurry!" he said and cupping his crotch with his hands,
he shakes it lightly.

"And what about you? Does it command you often?" I then ask him.

"Well, yes, dear mister. I'm a young man, and he makes himself heard,
and how much!"

"And you obey?"

"When I can, if there is chick that is game..."

"And if no chick is game?" I press him, excited.

"Well, in that case... this." he said shoving me his hand, "Or with a
friend..."

"Also with a friend?"

"Sure thing! Yen is yen, my dear sir. And then, also fucking with a
friend can be very good."

"Yes, I agree. But how... does he command you?" I then asked him.

"Well... somewhat..." he said and looks at me in silence, a half smile
on his beautiful lips.

"Somewhat... how much?" I insisted.

And he, totally confidently, "Well, you've just to climb here with me,
we can undress, and then... I will show you how much it commands..."

I didn't need more spurring on; I undressed, undressed him and climbed
on his body. Pio was beautiful, strong, and natural; the only limit was
he would not use his mouth.

"No way! If you want to put it all in my back, this we do between
friends, a hole is just a hole, right? Once for each, of course. But the
mouth! With the mouth one kisses and nothing more!"

But then I took his tool in my mouth.

"Fucking devil isn't that great! But... tell me doesn't it make you feel
nasty?"

"Not at all, rather, I like it. Don't you like being sucked?"

"It's great, it's really great, and I told you!"

After a while I offered him my back and he, contrary of what I thought,
took me with a real gentleness, even though with sound vigor. Then he
offered himself to me.

"Does it bother you if I come back to your place, sometimes?" he asked
me while dressing back.

"No, on the contrary, I would be glad."

"Then, tomorrow, after the shop closes, yes?" he said with a pleased
smile.

After a couple of weeks he was coming to make love with me, he wanted
also try to suck me and found he loved it. He came to my place two or
three times each week, and each time he brought a small present: a piece
of cheese, a piece of salami...

"That's for you." He said as soon as I opened him my door, and handed it
to me, wrapped in a piece of straw-paper, with a smile. He never
accepted to treat me with familiarity.

"You are a gentleman and an adult man, I'm just a shop-boy and a lad..."
he excused himself.

Then after four months, that is about two months ago, he told me, very
serious: "I... you know... I've to ask you to forgive me."

"And what for?"

"You see... I did find a chick I like a lot and she's game, and so..."

"You don't want to come here any more."

"No, it's not that. I would also come to see you, I like you, but just
to see you, not in your bed, you understand me?"

"Sure, I can understand."

"You aren't pissed off with me, now, are you?"

"No, Pio, I really understand your feelings - you like girls rather than
men."

"No, it's not really so. When one feels alright, he feels alright. And
with you I always feel alright, I really like you. But it's just that
with a girl one can also marry, and make babies, and have a home. Just
that, you see? But I don't like to visit two beds. When I was coming in
yours, I never fucked with others. And so, now, if I do it with my girl,
you see... Even more because I want to marry her."

"Sure, I understand and I think you are right."

"With no ill feeling?"

"With no ill feeling, of course."

"But I... this last time... I would like to say you farewell in a
special way, up there on your bed, because I like you, I like you a
lot."

And that last time was really something special. It was clear, evident
that he wanted above all make me glad, leave me with a good memory of
him, and he achieved his purpose.

And on the door, after saying good-bye to me, he looked at me and said:
"You are the best of man in Rome, Pio can tell you. I wish you can find
as good boy as you deserve!" and ran downstairs.

This, my Tano, is all."

Then it was Gaetano's turn to tell to his newly found lover his entire
story, in detail. The talked for hours, caressing each other from time
to time but without going further, just to tell each other that there
was no hurry, that now they really had all their life in front of them.
But in the evening, the mutual desire had the best of it and, little by
little, they came closer until they found themselves, at last, once
again united.

They made love with all their gentleness, their joy, their passion and
they felt that those twelve years had disappeared. They felt they were
once again two boys in a silent store, discovering together sexuality
and love at once.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 11

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