Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2005 17:02:18 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: FW: Italian Brothers 2 - Tano & Maso - 02/11 (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 2. A True Friend

On the following morning, the Moor acted as if nothing happened. Gaetano
had a sore ass, but he also recalled with some pleasure the wild and
intense orgasm he had had. He never enjoyed so much with Silvio --
evidently his cousin did not even know that way, or else he would have
taught him, he thought.

Gaetano worked with a will all day long. When he could withdraw to his
berth at night, the Moor took him again. He noticed that if he relaxed,
it was less painful. Anyway, the pleasure was always strong.

Then Corsican's turn was added with Gaetano, followed then by Fiore,
taking a couple of nights each. So, Gaetano thought, it would now be the
assistant's turn, then that of the captain. And then, he wondered? Would
the Moor start again?

He was still feeling pain, but less and less. Now, when they came to lie
near him, he at once lowered his breeches -- he knew that he had to do
it, sooner or later. Who was the best among the three men, till now?
Gaetano asked himself while he was sweeping the deck. Possibly Fiore?
With all three of them, everything happened in more or less the same
way, but when Fiore was inside him, he moved it in a way that gave to
the boy more pleasure, and caressed all over his body. The Moor was
second, without any doubt. And the Moor had a more shapely body, and a
really beautiful tool that he liked very much feeling in his mouth and
sucking.

As he had guessed, the Moor told him after supper, "Tonight, go to the
assistant's cabin, understood?" Gaetano looked at him and understood,
then nodded, so the boy also passed into the assistant's berth and then
from there into that of the captain's. The assistant was the one he
liked the least -- he was rough, almost violent, and as soon as he
entered his cabin, he made him undress, went on top of him, fucked him,
then sent him away without a kind word, a caress, or a tender gesture as
the other men had for him, especially Fiore and the Moor.

The captain instead, undressed him. He didn't ask him to give him head,
but took him at once, with a kind of gentleness and calm, and remained
inside him for a long while. Before he came, he masturbated the boy so
that they came together.

Then, when he was sated, the man asked him, "So then, ship boy, do you
feel fine here on board?"

"Yes, captain."

"Very good, this may not be a big ship, but we are somewhat like a
family. And the men seem happy with you," the captain said while
caressing his small ass.

"May I get dressed now?"

"No, you'll sleep with me," the captain said and blew out the lamp.

He pulled the boy against himself and they fell asleep in that way. And
on the following morning, before resuming work, he took the boy again,
enjoying him for a long while.

At last, after the assistant and the captain, as Gaetano had guessed,
was the Moor's turn again.

After the sailor was satisfied in him, Gaetano asked him, "Why, if the
captain comes before us all, I went on his bed last?"

"Because in this way, when you went to him, you were already broken in,
weren't you? With me, the first time, you still didn't know how it was
done..."

"And... all the ship boys have to do... that?"

"Sure!"

"You did too, when you were a ship boy?"

"Sure."

"And... did you like it?"

"It doesn't matter if one likes it or not. It is to be done, and that's
all. This is the law of the sea. Men have the right to give vent to
their yen, and that's why there are ship boys on board, and females are
in the ports. And that's the law of the sea."

"And the ship boy before me... how was he?"

"Well... you are better you don't lay there like a piece of wood, like a
rag doll."

Gaetano understood that this was a kind of compliment, also because the
Moor caressed his little ass with a pleased smile in his eyes while
saying these words.

They reached Civitanova's port. The captain paid the men and let them
free for three days. It was the first time that Gaetano had money, all
for himself. He toured the port with one hand on his moneybag, to
protect his little treasure. He walked around all day long and went back
on the ship only at night to sleep. Only Corsican was on board on watch,
and since he could not leave his place, that night, for the first time,
Gaetano could sleep alone and didn't have sex. In fact, the other men
did not go back to the ship. On the following morning, he went ashore
again and started to roam in the little city.

On the main town square, in front of Saint Marone's church, he saw a
puppet show and stopped to watch it. He heartedly laughed at the show's
scenes, together with the rest of the public. But when at the end of the
show the performers passed to solicit some coins, Gaetano rapidly
slipped away, not wanting to give away one of his few coins, and crashed
into somebody. He apologized.

The man looked at him up and down, "You are a sailor, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir a ship's boy."

"Where are you from?"

"I am from Venice territory, sir."

"How old are you?"

"I think fifteen, or possibly sixteen,"

"Do you like being a ship boy?"

"Well... at least I can work and eat."

"I was a sailor too, in the Pope's fleet."

"Oh... and you were also... a ship boy?" Gaetano asked with curiosity,
looking more carefully at the man.

"No, I was the navigator. But now I own a hides' store. But... tell
me... wouldn't you like to work for me?"

"For you, sir? I only know how to be a ship boy."

"Well, I need a store boy. How much did the captain pay you?"

Gaetano answered by showing him his coins and said, "But I already ate
twice, therefore they were more..."

The man counted the coins then said, "I'll pay you three times these
coins, I'll give you a place to sleep and you'll eat with my workers.
What do you say?"

"But the captain also gave me clothes."

"Alright, and new clothes each season"

"But I'm only able to work as a ship boy..." the boy repeated, thinking
that the offer was good.

"That's just what I need... do you accept?" the man insisted. So in the
end, Gaetano accepted. "Go fetch your belongings, then ask about the
store of Galamini and come to see me."

"What I own, I have on me. I can come now, if you want."

"Alright then follow me."

They went uphill to the high part of the town and walked through a maze
of narrow streets. Gaetano never saw such a big city and looked around,
amazed and interested. They reached the store.

He new master explained his tasks to him, then took him to a small room,
whose door opened behind the counter, and showed him a big crate with a
pallet, "Here, you will sleep here. Here you have a blanket for the cold
days; here is the ewer to wash yourself in the morning. The bathroom is
behind that door -- keep it clean, as we all use it. At mealtime, they
ring a little bell -- follow the workers and go eat with them. Here, I
don't want any quarrel, wine or women. We close on Sundays and you'll be
free. On Saturdays, ask them to leave you some food for Sunday, you
understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"I'm called master here."

"Yes, master. But... what is my job?"

"To simply do anything you are requested. Anything, is that clear?"

"Alright, like when I was a ship boy, you mean."

"Right, exactly as when you were a ship boy, nothing more, nothing
less."

"And... how many men work here, master?" Gaetano asked, hesitantly.

"Besides me, twenty-three."

"Twenty-three? Oh my God!" Gaetano moaned and became pale, thinking of
his night duty as a ship boy. Then he asked, "And I have to... to obey
all twenty three of them? Besides you?"

"Certainly yes. Why?"

"No, nothing... to me... to me, it's okay."

"Anyway, your main duty will be at night time."

"Eh, I know that, master."

"You know? What do you know? At nighttime, from the closing to the
opening of the store, there will only be you and Maso in here. You will
sleep here, as you can see the main entrance of the store from here.
Maso instead sleeps near the back door. If anybody tries to enter during
the night, to force open one of the two doors, you and Maso have to ring
this bell, and we, as we sleeps upstairs, can come down with firelocks,
understood?"

"Only me and... Maso?" the boy asked, amazed.

"Yes, certainly, you two are enough."

"And... is he also a ship boy, I mean, a store boy, this Maso?"

"Yes, even if he is my nephew."

Gaetano was somewhat confused, something did not sound right. But, after
going to the ship to inform them that he would not embark any more, he
started to work in the store. All day long, it was not so different from
the ship -- running here and there to move and clean things, to put
things in order. Maso instead mainly had to go around for errands. Maso
was a seventeen-year-old boy, thin and tall, with a thick mane of brown
hair falling down on his forehead. He had clever, smart eyes, and an
everlasting saucy smile. Gaetano was weighing the men and was asking
himself who would take him on that first night. Since there was another
store boy, he thought, possibly two men would come... therefore, twelve
each.

Evening came and the store was closed, with the two boys inside. Gaetano
looked around -- it was all half dark inside the store. After a short
while, Maso appeared with two lit lamps in his hands.

"Here, this is the lamp for you. You name is Gaetano, right?"

"Yes... master. But I'm usually called Tano."

Maso burst into a silvery laughter. Gaetano looked at him, frowning.

The other boy then said, "Sorry, but... this is the first time that
someone called me master. I'm just Maso, I, not a master. Ah, if I was a
master..."

"But you are the nephew of the master..."

"Yeah, but I am a poor relative. Use just my name, with me. Where are
you from? You have an odd accent that I've never heard before."

Gaetano told him his story -- how he had to stop playing violin (and
showed him his rough hands), how he worked in the fields, how he ran
away, worked as a ship boy... and how he was now there.

Tommaso, who put the two lamps on the counter, listened and nodded
several times.

"Yes, I can understand you -- sometimes I also felt like to run away and
to get on a ship, you know?"

"Run away? Are you not happy here?"

"No. It is not that I feel bad, but not so good either. Everyday is the
same life... drudging, eating, drudging, and sleeping."

"But you are the master's nephew..."

"The poor nephew, never forget that," the boy said with a funny grimace,
and started to tell him his story.

"The master had two sisters. The older one married an ebony worker here
in High Civitanova. The younger one instead became pregnant by a Pope's
officer who said he wanted to marry her. However, he was already
married, and so she was thrown away from home. And I was born. Mom, to
make the ends meet, became a washerwoman. Well, we were poor, but we
felt well, she and I together. But when I was thirteen, mom fell ill
with a weird illness that not even the doctors understood what it was,
and so she died. And I remained alone. Then my uncle, the master, took
me in as a store boy. For charity, he says. But I earn all my money, I,
therefore am no fucking charity. And also, although my family name is
Galamini, like his, he lives comfortably upstairs, in luxury, while I am
here... He doesn't ill-treat me, no... but to him, I am almost like a
stranger. I am just his store boy."

"And... here, at night, you and I are here by ourselves? Nobody ever
comes?"

"Who has to come?"

"Well, what do I know... the workers, or the master?"

"To do what?"

"To... to be... with us."

"To be with us? And why? No, it will just be you and I. Are you by
chance scared to be here?"

"Scared, me? No way!" Gaetano said readily, then asked, "And before he
hired me, you were alone, here?"

"No. Until three days ago, there was another store boy. His name was
Checco. But he now enlisted in the army."

"How was that Checco?"

"How was he? He was eighteen. He worked here as a store boy for six
years. He never talked. You are better. He stank. I hope you wash often.
Tell me, are you able to read and write?"

"Me? No, why?"

"Nothing, just so... Checco also couldn't. I can, instead," Tommaso
said, but without arrogance. "My mom taught me, and I read what I can
find whenever I have a chance. If you come to my place, I'll show you my
books."

"Do you own books, you?"

"Yes, some. Do you want to see them?"

"Yes... yes, sure."

Tommaso guided him with one of the two lamps to the cubicle where his
pallet was, near the back door. He raised his pallet and pulled out a
box from the crate, and from it, his "books." In reality, they were
pieces of booklets of different sizes, often without a cover.

"Here, this is the story of a sailor named Simbad, but I don't know how
his story ends, as the last part of this book is missing. This instead
is a book about other countries, like the Two Sicilies Kingdom, the
Tuscany Grand-duchy, the Piedmont Kingdom... but it is rather boring..."
and Tommaso continued to describe his poor treasures, mainly showing the
illustrations to his companion.

"Tell me, Maso, is it that good, being able to read?"

"Sure, there is a little of everything in the books."

"And... is it difficult?"

"Well, when you become able to do it, it isn't. At first, possibly it's
a little difficult... Would you like to learn to read?"

"Me? I don't know if I would be able to..."

"If you could learn to play violin and to recognize the notes, you for
sure can also learn to read... so I think. If you want, I can try to
teach you. At least our nights won't be so long..."

So the two boys, after closing time, sat on Tommaso pallet and he taught
Gaetano how to read and write. He was a good teacher.

"You see? This is an 'F'. Do you understand? It's name is 'f' but his
sound is 'fff' like in 'flower' or in "fun' or in 'coffin'... Now look
if you see another 'f'."

"This one!"

"Good."

"And here there are two together."

"Right."

"And this one!"

"No, this one is called 'Ti' and I have still to teach it to you. Do you
see the 'f' is curled on its top? This is different, isn't it?"

"Yeah, you are right. This one is curled at its bottom."

"Now, try to write an f here in the dust, with your finger..."

In a couple of weeks, Gaetano was able to recognize all the letters in
the alphabet without any mistake, both the uppercase and the lowercase
ones, and he was also able to write them. Then, gradually, he started to
read and write complete words. He needed more time to learn not to read
laboriously but to read with a certain assured flow, but after just two
months, some good results were already seen, and in four months, Gaetano
managed to read rather well. The boy was enthusiastic and Tommaso was
proud of him, and of himself, of course.

Both boys received new clothes for the summer and had saved a scanty sum
of money, although it seemed huge to Gaetano. Then winter came, and the
boys got new heavier clothes. Now Gaetano could read quite well, under
the careful guidance of Tommaso, at the flickering light of the lamp.

On Sundays, after going to mass with the master's family, the two boys
wandered in the fields or went downhill to the port. Occasionally, they
walked as far as to Potenza Port or Saint Elpidio Port. During the warm
season, they sometimes bathed in the sea or in the Chienti River, and if
nobody was in sight, they did it in nude. And at night, they often
masturbated on their own pallet, unbeknownst to each other. Several
times, Gaetano felt the impulse to ask Tommaso if he also did it, and to
propose doing it together -- he liked how his friend's body looked, and
he thought that doing it with him must be beautiful. But he also thought
that the older one had to take the initiative, and since his friend
never said or did anything, he thought that possibly Maso was not
interested in doing it, or else that he even didn't know about it.

At times, Tommaso also felt the desire to do it with Gaetano, as he
often did in the past with Checco. But not knowing how his companion
would react, and fearing that besides a refusal, Gaetano could tell his
uncle, he preferred not to try.

Anyway, between the two boys, with the passing of time, a strong and
true friendship was born, filled with affection, which helped both to
feel less lonely.

And Christmas came.

Tommaso gave Gaetano a Christmas present -- a small copybook and a
pencil.

His friend was moved, "But I didn't give you a present... and now I feel
embarrassed..."

"You didn't have to," Tommaso cheerfully returned.

"But you thought of me, and I didn't think of you..."

"My mom always made me a small Christmas present... But after that,
nobody ever did it. Did you ever receive Christmas presents?"

"No, never."

"That's why it didn't occur to you to give one to me, isn't it?" Tommaso
said with a smile.

"Wait a moment..." Gaetano said, brightening up.

He ran to his pallet, raised it and rummaged in the crate. He took out
his sailor's bag and pulled out a beautiful shell that the Moor gave him
on the ship, and took it to Tommaso.

"Here, this is my Christmas present for you!"

"How beautiful! It's really beautiful, thanks."

"And if you put it at your ear, you can hear noises of the sea, you
know?"

"Come on... It's true! I can hear it! Oh, thank you, Tano, this is the
most beautiful present I've ever got... after those of mom," Tommaso
said, and on impulse, he hugged his friend and kissed his forehead.
"Happy Christmas, my friend!" he then said, parting from him.

"Happy Christmas, my dear friend!" Gaetano answered, feeling happy.

"At tomorrow's Mass, I'll pray for you, Tano."

"And I for you... and for your mom, who is in heaven," the boy answered,
moved.

They went to sleep, each one on his pallet. Tommaso fell asleep with the
shell at his ear, and Gaetano, with the small copybook and the pencil
near his head, on his pallet.

Tommaso didn't talk about running away any more, after he became friend
with Gaetano. The two boys fitted well together, and when everybody left
the store and they were alone in the wide and dark store, they at last
felt at ease -- physically tired, but full of joy of living, of
communicating. They talked about a thousand things. They exchanged their
memories, their experiences, and their thoughts. But Sundays were their
best days, as they were free to wander together.

With the start of the wet season, they stopped going out on Sundays,
especially if it was rainy. They didn't have a change of heavy clothes.
They didn't even have a stove or a fireplace. And having to wear wet
clothes was annoying, painful, and they also would take ages to dry.

Once Gaetano got a tear on his breeches, his friend pulled out thread
and needle from his pallet ("They belonged to mom," he explained with a
mix of pride and nostalgia) and mended them while Gaetano waited,
wearing only his long shirt, sitting on his friend's pallet.

"You're able to do lot of things..." Gaetano admiringly commented,
looking at the mend, before wearing his breeches again. Then he added,
"And you also know a lot of things."

"You too!" his friend readily said, "Moreover, you traveled. Was it
good, being a sailor?"

"Well... it was a hard job. There, you could not even have peace and
quiet at nighttime. And we talked very little; there was no time for
that on board. Possibly it would be different on a bigger ship, I don't
know. And then, I was the only ship boy and... and at times that was
tough," Gaetano concluded. He never dared to tell his friend what a ship
boy had to do at nighttime.

Even if the two boys had seen each other naked several times, and
without pretend modesty, sexuality was felt as something different, more
personal, more private... something that one didn't talk about.
Especially from where Gaetano came, nobody ever talked about sex. It's
not that the words were never mentioned or they never hinted at that,
but they never talked about sex openly, especially in front of children
or women. Even about the animals, they talked about "in heat", about
"mounting," but without going into details, without being explicit.
These were things that one did but did not talk about. Even with Silvio,
they never talked about what they did together at the hayloft. The more
explicit hint about their common sexual activities was the expression
"to make it pass".

Also, with the sailors on board, it was somewhat like that. There, the
most explicit expression was "it's my turn tonight" or "tonight go to
see the assistant." And even during the sexual activities, the men
guided Gaetano to satisfy their desires without a word. The only
exceptions had been the two requests from the Moor during his first
time, when he didn't understand what he had to do, and the young man
said "lick it, suck it" and then, "don't make me feel your teeth." And
when they used terms about the genitals or sex on board, it was usually
with a completely different meaning, like "go fuck yourself" or "what
the fuck is that?" or similar expressions.

Therefore, the two boys never talked about their sexual experiences,
about their nightly activities, about their sexual desires or drives,
although they confided to each other many things, even things that were
really intimate. It was like an unspoken code that they learned from the
adults without even being aware of it, the simple rule of "Do it, but
don't tell."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3

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