Date: Fri, 16 Sep 2005 11:16:06 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Italian Brothers 2 - Tano & Maso - 08/11 (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 8. The Libertine Seducer


"Let's get dressed now, and go back to my studio. I have to finish
examining you."

"Can't you do it here? I don't feel like getting dressed yet... or
seeing you dressed."

Enrico nodded and smiled, "It will be the first time in the noble
profession of medicine that a doctor sees a patient in the nude."

"Do you think do?" Gaetano asked cunningly.

"Well... who knows?" his friend answered amusedly, restarting his
examination where he had left off. In the end he said, "Nothing to worry
-- it is probably just a torn muscle, you probably lifted something
heavy in the wrong position. Now you just have to avoid abrupt movements
or efforts and it will be fine."

"Alright, but making love... that..."

"No problem, as you saw," Enrico answered with a smile, caressing his
friend's body.

Gaetano and Enrico became lovers. Enrico was really romantic and this
pleased his friend. Their relationship, after the ardor of the first
months, continued to flow like placid and quiet waters, with reciprocal
satisfaction. They met often, and even though they didn't make love
every time they met, they both liked to stay embraced, caressing each
other while chatting.

They visited Ravenna's most beautiful spots together, then also the
surroundings, and went as far as Bologna. In the good season, they went
to bathe in the sea at night, and then made love on the shore, under the
stars.

Marcus came again to look for Gaetano, but he explained to the boy that
he had a lover now, and that he didn't want to cheat on him.

The boy, with his rough Italian, told him that he was sorry. "I have a
male in each port, and now this port is without a male. I must search
another, this is not easy," the boy said with a dejected look, when he
saw that Gaetano was uncompromising.

When he told that to Enrico, his friend smiled, "I'm sorry for the
boy... but I'm happy for myself," he said.

"Why, did you doubt that?"

"No... I just never encountered the problem myself. I feel so good with
you."

"And I feel good with you."

"But the ship boys... all of them love males?"

"No, they simply are available until they become sailors, because this
is... the law of the sea. Later... one who is like us will continue to
love males the others on the contrary will look for a woman. A woman at
each port, and the ship boy while sailing, I mean."

"But the little Austrian said he has a man at each port."

"Evidently he is like us, therefore when he becomes a sailor, he will
continue in this way."

"Was he skilled... in bed?"

"Marcus? Yes, he really was skilled. But don't worry, I prefer you."

"And I... am I skilled, in bed?"

"Enrico! It is not just a matter of skill, you know it well. What you
are giving me is not just enjoyment, it is much more. When you ask me
such questions, you seem like a child."

"But after all, aren't we all still somewhat like children?"

"Not here, happily..." Gaetano answered with a giggle, and caressed him
between his legs.

Enrico lightly blushed, but didn't escape that caress. Gaetano liked
that light modesty that his lover still had.

They remained together until 1859, that is until Enrico, inflamed by the
political news that was coming, decided to enroll and to become a
Garibaldian volunteer. Enrico hoped that Gaetano would follow his
example.

Gaetano instead hoped that Enrico would remain with him, "I'm no
warrior, and... I am perhaps selfish, I perhaps think way too much about
myself, but I could not stand losing you too."

"No, I understand, but in this way... you will lose me anyway, because I
don't want to renounce... I am terribly sorry, believe me, but..."

"I am too. Yes, I will lose you all the same, but at least I will know
you are still alive. I know how much this ideal of a single united Italy
is important to you. I know very well your ideals, and I respect them,
therefore..."

"Therefore what?"

"We can just wish each other good luck."

"Yes. I probably don't love you as much as you deserve, Gaetano... I
don't know. But if I don't go, I would never forgive myself, for the
rest of my life. This is the hour of Italy, you see, the hour I have
been waiting for... all my life, the ideal for which my master and
friend, Poma, died. I have to go."

"Sure. Then, we have to part, as real good friends."

"Yes."

"Are you leaving soon?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"And you at me?"

"No."

"Good. But are you leaving soon?"

"In three days..."

Gaetano offered some money to Enrico, but his friend, who sold
everything, showed him he had enough. They bid farewell with a long love
night where both found again their passion, if not the enthusiasm, of
the first days.

Gaetano, alone again, started to feel gloomy remaining in Ravenna, where
each stone, each corner reminded him of Enrico. Therefore, after not
even two months after they parted, he also decided to sell everything
and move. At first he thought about going to Bologna, but then he opted
for Rome. He always desired to see the town where the Pope lived.

During the long travel in the public coach, he thought he was unlucky --
he had three lovers, and he lost all three of them... So! Was falling in
love worth it? How many tears did they cost him for each of the three
periods of happiness, of serenity? Well, with Enrico he didn't cry, and
he hoped he never had to cry for him, but he acutely felt his loss and
this was not only or not so much on a sexual level. Enrico had been,
above all, a friend. Felice had been, above all, a lover. Tommaso...
both of these qualities, he remained the perfect lover.

One never forgets his first love, it was said. Was that the reason? He
asked himself, turning his thin iron ring on his finger. No. Tommaso was
really unique, exceptional, and perfect! No, he was not idealizing him.
It was sheer and pure truth. "Maso, oh Maso!" he thought and cried. Not
to be seen by the other travelers in the coach, he covered his face with
his hat as if he wanted to sleep, so he could let all his tears silently
flow.

When he reached Rome, he looked around for a month trying to decide the
best way to use his capital, not really huge but anyway conspicuous. And
meanwhile he took advantage of the opportunity to visit the "Eternal
City". He had at once an impression of splendor and mystery --
everything was so tightly mixed, integrated together, that sometimes it
was hard to know where one ended and the other began. But he was struck
by one thing -- even the poorest people seemed serene. Rome was a lively
city, fascinating, probably even for its thousands of contradictions.
And it was a cosmopolitan city.

About the fact that it was a "Holy City," Gaetano had his doubts, but
this did not cause him any trouble. It was rather easy to find a
companion with whom to spend a night.

Finally one day, he passed in front of a tailor's shop that had a sign
that said "For Sale" on the glass door.

He went in to gather some information. The owner, now old and wealthy,
decided to sell everything and to retire to the village where he was
born to enjoy his old age. He asked for all a reasonable price, which
Gaetano was able to afford. And together with the shop and the cloth, he
also left him the workers (rather, a condition of the sale was that he
would not dismiss them) -- a forty- year-old man, one twenty-seven, who
was the same age as Gaetano, and a shop boy, twenty years old.

"But I..." Gaetano said hesitantly but tempted, "I never worked as a
tailor."

"Oh, my dear sir, this shop runs by itself -- the three workers are
expert and men-of-the-trade. And you just need to take care of the books
and to receive the clients. And you know, besides gentlemen, the
officers of the Pope's army also come here to my shop, and they always
need new uniforms... For sure there is plenty of work."

Gaetano thought about the handsome young officers he observed strutting
about the streets of the Eternal City, in their beautiful multicolored
uniforms, elegant and sensual, and who, judging from the frequent
glances they exchanged, were available for some fun.

When he left the office of the notary who wrote the sale contract, the
old owner advised him not to change the shop sign, "You know old clients
are used to seeing it..."

Gaetano, who had experience in trade, decided it was best to follow the
old man's advice.

From the shop door, one could see the beautiful Trevi's Fountain, a
place of the elegant promenades. The location was really good. Also,
Gaetano found an apartment very close to the shop, therefore, he felt
completely at ease.

During the first days, after seeing how Renzo, the "shop-veteran" took
the measurements, Gaetano decided to learn to do it too -- in fact, it
would be a wonderful opportunity to feel and finger at his ease the
young officers who attracted him.

Moreover, Renzo always asked, "Forgive me, Sir (or Young Gentleman, or
Lieutenant, and so on), but what side do you keep your birdie, by your
kind leave?"

That's a nice question to ask, on some occasions.

When he asked to the man the reason for that so peculiar question, Renzo
explained to him in a natural manner, "You see, with the trousers, which
is in fashion now, we have to leave more space on the side of the
birdie, therefore that part is to be cut in a different way. And since
some keeps it on the right, and some on the left, it is better to make
sure, so we don't cut the trousers wrong."

Gaetano decided that the measurements shouldn't be taken in the workshop
in front of all the workers any more. So he had a changing room
prepared. He emptied a small room whose door opened directly in the
shop. It had been used as a storage room for cloths until then, now the
cloths were moved to the workshop. The small room was slightly
trapezoidal, and measured about nine feet by nine feet. It had no
window. Gaetano had it thoroughly cleaned and restored, and installed a
beautiful door which could be locked from the inside with a little bolt.
Three wide mirrors were also added, from floor to ceiling, the central
one fixed on the wall and the lateral ones adjustable, as well as a
lounge to lay clothes on (at least that was the official reason),
several lamps, and curtains draped on all the walls. The storage become
now became an elegant small room, reserved, secluded and comfortable.

And Gaetano started to weave his web...

With those clients whom he had no interest in, he was reserved, kind,
affable, but very professional. With those who appealed to him, instead,
he was warm, amiable, obliging, and, with a casual manner, he would do a
little touching  while carefully observing the client's reactions.

"Here it would be better if I made it tighter, and here on the contrary,
I would make it somewhat wider, otherwise if you had an... how should we
say... an accident, it would show off too much..." and so on.

If the client appeared to be willing, he would continue, if not, he
would quickly step back. Also, with his light touching and the "casual"
brushing, if the client let him do it, he would become more daring
little by little, if not, he would not make further attempts. This
technique, used with extreme discretion and skill, started to bear its
first fruits.

One day, he said to a young cavalry officer, "Forgive me if I dare,
but... I see that you have a... an extremely remarkable endowment, under
here... Would you rather like it to be visible, or to hide it?"

"What do you think?" the young and handsome officer answered with a
conspiratorial little smile.

"Well... if it was noticed on a handsome young man as you are... who
knows how many hearts will be broken!"

"Then let's make it noticeable, of course."

"Forgive me, but when you have... let say ... an accident, does it tent
conspicuously?"

"What do you think?" the young man again answered with a smile that now
was clearly provocative.

"Well, I don't know... It happens for some, but not for others. You do
know that in this world there are no two men who are the same. Each one
of us is special in his own way... The beauty of life resides exactly in
its diversity, don't you agree?"

And in this way, little by little, from touching to caressing, the
handsome young officer ended up lying naked on the lounge, fully aroused
and also fully available to return the sexual attentions of Gaetano.

The same thing happened with the son of a count, who had a powerful
erection during his first fitting. At the second fitting, he let Gaetano
touch him in a clearly non-casual way. And by the third fitting, he was
begging Gaetano to penetrate him, and Gaetano obliged, seeing that it
was not the first time for the young man. And that youth came back to
his shop quite often to order new clothes, offering himself to the "sir
tailor" at each fitting. So Gaetano had his fun and earned good money at
the same time.

Although Gaetano liked to have his fun, he didn't want to be bound to
anybody.  Therefore he was very careful not to be involved in a real
relationship.

One time he almost risked falling in love, it was with a young
lieutenant of the Honor Guard of the Apostolic Palaces. He was a slender
blond, so very sweet, who had fallen madly in love with him. Gaetano,
even though he tried not to fall in love, became aware that he was
starting to feel something more intense than a simple physical
attraction for that big boy (or little youngster?), and each time they
made love, he felt more and more that's not just an adventure. His name
was Heinz, and he came from Bavaria. Each time in bed, he was able to
give Gaetano really intense pleasure, both physically and mentally. What
saved Gaetano from having to decide whether to choose Heinz as his
steady lover (and therefore the only one), was the fact that Heinz's
company was ordered to fight in the Marche region, which had been
invaded by the troops of the King of Piedmont and Sardinia. Heinz cried
when they said farewell and Gaetano felt deeply troubled. He didn't know
whether to hope for resuming their relationship when Heinz came back.
But Heinz didn't come back. Gaetano later came to know that he had been
taken prisoner.

A second time happened in 1861. He had just had his twenty-ninth
birthday, and it was mid May. The King of Sardinia had just proclaimed
himself King of Italy, and the Pope State was reduced to little more
than the Lazio region. But despite the political unrest, in Rome, life
seemed to continue, undisturbed and quiet as usual.

A young man about twenty-five years old came to Gaetano's shop, and at
once seized his attention.

"I was just appointed as His Holiness' chair carrier. And I heard that
you are able to make the best red liveries for the carriers. Is that
right?"

"Certainly that is true, sir. Our house has been honored to serve the
carriers of the Pontiff long before I was even born... and I am
certainly honored to have you here."

The young man smiled, and his smile was so open and beautiful that
Gaetano told himself he absolutely couldn't let this youth escape him.
It didn't take him long. At the fourth fitting, the young man was
aroused at his expert and apparently casual touching, and blushed redder
than the livery he was trying on.

Then Gaetano said with a conspiratorial tone, "We should wait until
it... it passes, to continue this fitting properly..."

"I'm so sorry... I don't know how..."

"It happens, believe me, it happens to many men during the fittings.
There is nothing wrong, and you are with the right person. Moreover,
even though unintentionally, I probably also contributed to the problem
with my inadvertent touches during the fitting, is it not so?"

"Yes, certainly, but..."

"But nobody can see us here. You can relax without worries. We both are
young, and hot-blooded... Moreover, I think like me, you don't yet have
a woman with whom to ease some... some of your youthful ardor, am I
wrong?"

"No, you are right."

"And then our energies accumulate, and accumulate... and yearn for
relief, is it not so?"

"Yes, you are right..." the youth answered, still embarrassed.

His erection had no hint of subduing, and Gaetano continued to talk, in
a more and more intimate way, until Gaetano threw in the final gibe,
"Let's check how it is doing now," and decidedly fingered the young man
between his legs and his hand lingered there longer than necessary. His
client did not protest, or try to escape that touch, not even when
Gaetano's fingers underlined the shape of the long, hot, aroused hose.

"You seem really well equipped, here..." Gaetano said, now cheekily
fingering it.

The youth was shivering but said nothing and didn't move away either.

"It would be better I help you get out of these tight satin breeches..."
Gaetano said with a low, warm voice, kneeling in front of the young man,
and slowly, deliberately lowered the red satin breeches along with his
white underpants. The youth's member was freed, and stood out
triumphantly erect.

Gaetano lightly caressed it, and the young man shuddered, emitted a
restrained sob, and closed his eyes, but didn't move. The member, like
its owner, was wonderful, rather perfect. Then Gaetano put his lips
around it and his companion started to tremble intensely. He opened his
lips and, cupping the youth's small, tense and sinewy butt with his
hands, pulling the young man to him, letting the entire rod slip inside
his mouth. The young man emitted a low and long moan, and his legs
trembled. Gaetano lightly pushed him against the lounge. The youth let
himself fall onto it almost suddenly, and his rod escaped from Gaetano's
mouth.

Gaetano caressed it, and deliberately changed to an informal speech
(this was also a tested technique!), "You like it, don't you? You want
me to go on..."

The young man swallowed, tried to talk, but simply nodded in assent.
Gaetano at once complied, and started giving him head again, teasing his
nipples. After a short while, the young man, trembling from head to toe
like a leaf, emitted a choked moan and came. When Gaetano was sure that
the young man had poured all his warm tribute down his throat to the
last drop, he parted from him. He pushed him to lie down on his back,
and the young man docilely lay down.

Gaetano, still kneeling in front of him, moved near his face, caressed
his forehead that was wet with sweat and said, "Cool down, now. It's
over. Cool down, my beautiful boy, relax... and breathe again..."

The young man closed his eyes again. Gaetano started to caress him
tenderly, very lightly, all over his body.

When he felt that his companion was relaxed, Gaetano asked him in a
gentle tone, "What's your name?"

"Mi... Michele."

"Do you feel better now, Michele?"

"Yes... yes..."

"You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"Yes... yes."

"And... is this your first time?"

"In this... this way... yes."

"Why, how did you do it, before?"

"With... with my hand."

"Alone?"

"Not... not always."

"With whom, then?"

"With... with my wa... waiter, when I lived with my family, when... when
I was a kid."

Gaetano knew that these questions should be asked while the other was
relaxed but before fully resuming self-control, therefore he pressed on,
in a persuasive tone, "And you liked it."

"Yes..."

"But this way is much better, isn't it?"

"Y... yes."

"I like you very much, Michele, do you know?" The young man didn't
answer. Gaetano continued, "And I want to teach you other ways to reach
even more beautiful and intense pleasure than what I gave you. Is this
alright with you, Michele?"

The young man nodded.

"Therefore... you'll come to see me again, won't you?"

The young man nodded again. Then Gaetano, seeing that he had almost
resumed his strength, tidied up his client's underpants and helped him
up. Michele slightly swayed and Gaetano held him still.

"My God, my head is whirling..."

"It'll pass soon, you'll see."

The young man nodded, then asked, almost shyly, "May I get dressed,
now?"

Gaetano looked at him, somewhat shocked - nobody had ever asked him the
permission to get dressed again before.

"Yes, you can put on your clothes now."

The young man tidied himself up, put on his trousers, then said to
Gaetano hesitantly, "Thank you for... for everything, sir."

"It has been my pleasure, Michele. And now...  now you can call me
Gaetano. No more formalities. We got rather intimate, at this point."

"Yes, rather... I would say," Michele said, as he was regaining his full
self-control, but he still charmingly blushed. Then he asked, "When
should I come for the next... next fitting, Gaetano?"

"Complete victory" Gaetano thought to himself and asked, "When do you
desire to come?"

"Tomorrow?" the young man asked, looked in his eyes quickly, and lightly
blushing again.

"Yes, tomorrow will be good. Come after the Hail Mary bells, if you can.
At that time, I will have sent my workers home, and we will be able to
do the fitting at our complete ease."

"Just after the Hail Mary bells, alright."

So Gaetano guided Michele in the way of virile love, which the other
always confusedly desired but never knew. He guided him step by step,
until he taught him all the possible ways two men could unite and find
reciprocal pleasure. After the second time in the shop's fitting room,
Michele started to go to Gaetano's home. Then he also started to stay
overnight in the bed of his master-lover. In a few months, Michele
became completely uninhibited and a formidable lover. They were meeting
a couple of times each week. Michele knew that Gaetano continued with
his conquests in his shop from time to time, but he didn't show any
jealousy at all. Rather, he liked to make Gaetano tell him how and what
he did and would become incredibly aroused by his tales and then they
would make love in an even more passionate way.

The following year after Easter, Michele started to come less and less
frequently, until one evening, after they made love; he told Gaetano
that he had met a nineteen-year-old boy.

"His name is Flavio and he lives in the same building as me. He is a
student. It has been a while since I noticed him looking at me in a
particular way and since I like him very much, I started to talk with
him and we became friends. Then on one afternoon I invited him to my
place, and there, with the pretext of having him try on my bearer livery
that he looked at with interest, I had him undress and put on my
clothes, while I helped him, following, more or less, your method with
me. And it worked, and he was not so much of a greenhorn as I was -- he
had already had a couple of experiences and clearly knew he likes men.
So, we made love in my bed, even though it was our first time together.
We met again and we gradually became aware we were falling in love.
Therefore, from now on, Tano, I can't continue to do it with you any
more, as I promised him that. This is our last time."

"Therefore he knows about us."

"Yes, even though I didn't tell him who you are, or your name."

"Will you let me meet him some day?"

"Well... I don't know..."

"I assure you I'll not try to steal him from you."

"Yes, yes, I believe you. But I don't want him to become jealous. You
are such a beautiful man..."

"Explain to him that without me, it's very likely that he would never
have had you..."

"It is true. Well, we will see."

So Michele disappeared from Gaetano's life, but not completely, as
towards the summer, Gaetano went to see Michele and his Flavio. Gaetano
found the boy really likeable, and the boy also got along well with
Gaetano, so from time to time, they met again. And both went to him when
they needed new clothing.

The first time when that happened, Gaetano said to them, "Each of you
can help with the other's fitting, of course..."

Flavio answered with a smile, "We blindly trust each other, Tano. And we
also trust you. We don't need that."

So Gaetano resumed his routine life.

In his "album", he also collected a violinist; then two brothers, one
seventeen, and the other twenty-one years old, sons of an Prothonotary
Apostolical; several callow young officers and non-commissioned
officers; the private secretary of the Dean Cardinal; and youths of the
Roman middle class and aristocracy.

But with all of them, once the fittings were over and the clothes were
delivered, the encounters also stopped, until they needed new clothes.
Some of the clients whom he had his adventures with didn't show up any
more, possibly because of shame, but others became steady and
affectionate, even intimate clients, even though the physical
relationships had stopped.

Gaetano never forced anybody to have sex with him.

His workers should have noticed as some of the "fittings" took more time
than usual, and they should have guessed the reasons, but none of them
ever said a word or hinted anything. "Live and let live" seemed to be
the motto of the Eternal City. As long as one did not create a scandal,
all was permitted. And Gaetano was enjoying his good life as an
incorrigible libertine.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 9

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