Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 06:35:41 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: corporal 16

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TRILOGY: ITALIAN BROTHERS
BOOK 1 - THE CORPORAL
By Andrej Koymasky (c) 2000
Written on October 21st 1995
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by a friend

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"ITALIAN BROTHERS 1 - THE CORPORAL" is a gay story, with some parts
depicting graphic scened 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 welcome guest.

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CHAPTER 16 - The Break-up

The road to Messina, by foot, was a long way. It was the first time that
Enzo went so far from the place where he lived. When they passed the
various villages, they were always welcomed warmly. Reaching the sea at
Giarre, the picciotti went along the seacoast and stopped for the night
in Mazzar. Enzo, after that first time when he had sex with Alduzzo,
told him about Ruggiero and himself, and explained to Alduzzo that they
couldn't do it any more. Alduzzo insisted for a while, but Enzo was
determined, therefore in the end, Alduzzo accepted his friend's
decision. Enzo was determined to confess to his lover about his moment
of weakness, hoping that his man could forgive him, and would not get
mad or suffer too much because of that.

He was asking himself why he could have yielded so easily. He was
judging himself rather harshly. On that night, Enzo and Alduzzo lay side
by side to sleep, and Alduzzo saw that Enzo was deep in thought.

"What's up, Enzo?" he asked him in a whisper.

"I'm asking myself how Ruggiero would react."

"Just don't tell him!"

"I can't. It wouldn't be fair to him. I simply could not do it."

"If he really loves you, he will forgive you, right? And then, you can
tell him it was my fault... After all, it is true, isn't it?"

"No, it is your fault, but it is also my fault... I can't hide behind
excuses. I did it, but I shouldn't have done it."

"But it was great, right?"

"It doesn't matter!" the boy answered.

Yes, he liked it. It was true, even though he liked it best when Alduzzo
penetrated him. He also liked it best when it was Ruggiero who took him.
But it was not a problem of whether he liked it or not. The problem was
that he belonged to Ruggiero and the young man belonged to him, and that
he had spoiled their relationship by allowing himself to yield in that
way. Ruggiero and him... it was like they were married, wasn't it so?
And can a man forgive his wife who cheated on him, or vice versa?
Possibly yes, but certainly it was not a good thing. It should not
happen.

And he was so ashamed, and even more so as he recalled how jealous he
had been because of the gallantries his Ruggiero had had for the girls.
Well, it was in part because of the separation, in part because of the
tension from the battle, in part because of his friendship with
Alduzzo... many things contributed to his infidelity, but still, the
main cause had been his weakness. Despite the fact he was now eighteen,
he was still immature, Enzo concluded bitterly.

"But you, beside Ruggiero, have never done it with any other man?"
Alduzzo asked him, interrupting his train of thoughts.

"No, never, with anybody. He is my first and only man."

"Oh, I see. For me, it's different. Do you know who was my first?"

"No... Cesare?"

"Well, with him too... But my first man... it happened six years ago,
you know him too, but I bet you can't guess who he is."

"A man? Not one of us boys?"

"Right."

"But who? Do I know him? In our village?"

"Right."

"Married?"

"Right."

"But who?"

Alduzzo giggled, "You'll never be able to guess it."

"Do I know him? Know him well?"

"Well, you know who he is..."

"And who is he?"

"Uncle Giovanni!"

"Your mother's brother?" Enzo asked, amazed.

"Yep. We were working at don Sebastiano's chestnut grove. We went to
take a leak and he noticed I looked at his prick so he asked me if I
liked it. Well, he has a beautiful one, and it was almost hard. I told
him I did and he said I could touch it, and when I took it in my hand,
it became even harder. So he took me behind the bushes, lowered my
breeches and slipped it all inside me. He has a rather fat prick, so he
hurt me, and he had to shut my mouth to stop my scream. But then, I
loved it a lot. And he was telling me he liked me too much, that I was
the best boy he ever fucked, that I was even better than his wife. And
made me swear I would do it with him again."

"Your uncle Giovanni..." Enzo said thoughtfully.

"Amazing, isn't it?"

"Yes. He is known as a womanizer."

"True. But on the contrary, he is a... boy-izer, I can assure you!
Before me, he also took Tano..."

"Rosario's brother?"

"Yes, him. And after me, he also took Pino, and many more. He likes
fourteen, sixteen-year-old boys. And he also fucked all his sons."

"His sons? My god, I'll die if it my father asked me to do such things!
How is it possible, a father with his son?"

"Why, what's wrong with that? A daughter, you would risk making her
pregnant, so it would really be a problem, but with a son, there is no
risk."

"But a father and a son!"

"When one is horny... everybody gets horny, right? Also a father and a
son are two males, and so are two brothers. And it happens rather often
between brothers, as they often sleep on the same pallet. For instance,
Tano did it with Rosario, and Federico with Martino."

"And how do you know that?"

"I did it with Tano and also with Federico -- they told me."

"And it was exactly Rosario and Martino who started rumors about Cesare
and Ranuccio! What bastards!" Enzo said, shaking his head.

"Well, you know how it is, these are things one does but not tell. Also
because to me, to you, and a few others, it's something we like, but for
the others, it is just an outlet until they have a woman. But having a
woman before getting married is not easy, you know it. Therefore...
Also, many picciotti are far from their women, so the younger ones often
become substitutes for women. It's enough if the others don't know about
it, and everything is all right, isn't it?"

"But if many are doing it, some will eventually find out, won't they?"

"They just pretend not to know."

"But why does somebody, like you or I, like males better than females?"

"Who knows?"

"And why one can even boast among his friends if he does it with a
female, but when he does it with a male, he has to pretend that such
things don't even exist, and such things are wrong?"

"Mainly if he takes it in his ass. Who knows why? But this is not the
only thing that one does but doesn't tell. It has always been this way."

"But it's not fair!" Enzo concluded.

The day after, they resumed their journey to the north, towards Messina.
Enzo felt excited for the perspective of meeting Ruggiero again after so
many days. They would go back to the villa together, Ruggiero would take
care of everything and he would be at his side again. He would beg him
never to leave him again. He needed Ruggiero, and Ruggiero needed him,
they told that so many times to each other. Ruggiero would forgive him,
would understand...

He had the address of his man in his pocket -- he would ask the people
in town where that place was, he would knock on his door, Ruggiero would
be stupefied to see him, would be happy. And they could at last make
love again. When should he tell Ruggiero? Immediately? While they were
making love? Afterwards? Maybe it's better to wait until afterwards, in
the languor that followed the joy of union, when one was so full of
sweetness that a bitter morsel could also become acceptable... How would
his man react? Well, he could just wait for now, and hope for the best.

They entered Messina and were at once infected by the festive air of the
town. Federico Cangemi with his men wanted to meet general Garibaldi to
put themselves at his service.

Alduzzo was excited at this prospect. "I'll ask him to give me a red
shirt, and I'll follow him to the end of world," he said with luminous
eyes.

Enzo smiled, "I won't go with you. I will go look for my Ruggiero. Good
luck, Alduzzo. We probably will never meet again..."

"Why don't you come with us, instead?"

"No, you know I'm bound to Ruggiero, don't you?"

"Ah, love, love!" his friend amiably jested.

They said farewell and Enzo started to ask the town's people where
Ruggiero's place was.

It was not difficult to find -- it was a big building that still showed
its ancient beauty, even though the passing of time had taken its tolls.

At the gate, he asked a woman, "Excuse me, do you know don Ruggiero
Vizzini? Can tell me where he lives?"

"Ah, don Vizzini? The foreigner from near Catania? Yes, take that
stairway, to the fourth floor, but I saw him leaving just a while ago,
he is not home now."

"I see. When will he be back?"

"I don't nose in others' business. How can I know?"

"Can I wait for him here?""

"Sure you can, you won't bother anybody," the woman briskly answered.

Enzo smiled. The way Messina people spoke was somewhat different from
that of his village, but could be understood. The way they behave was
more brisk, he noticed. At first, they seemed almost rude to him,
offensive, but then became aware it was just a different way to behave.

He asked himself whether to wait there at the gate, or to climb the
stairs the woman showed him and wait for him on the fourth floor. From
there, looking down at the street, he could see him coming. But upstairs
the surprise would be bigger, as Ruggiero would see him just at the last
moment... And there, he could possibly also hug and kiss him, for sure
not on the street. "It's probably better to go upstairs", he decided.

There were three doors on the fourth floor, and on one, there was a
small piece of cardboard glued to it, where the name "Vizzini" was
written in elegant letters. Enzo felt his heart beating strongly inside
his chest. If he could just enter the room, he would undress and make
his man find him on the bed, ready for him... But the door was shut. He
sat on the first step of the flight going upstairs, and waited. All was
silent, just Enzo's heart was drumming. How long would he have to wait?
Maybe Ruggiero was out on business, and would be back in the evening, he
thought. Well, never mind, he would wait for him, and sooner or later he
would come back home. Enzo had a piece of bread and cheese in his small
bundle, so he nibbled at them while he waited.

It hadn't been for too long when he heard footsteps coming up the
stairs. It could be his Ruggiero, he thought, feeling stirred up. He put
away the bread and cheese and stood up, looking towards the flight
coming from downstairs, holding his breath. The footsteps were coming up
rapidly. He waited and finally saw him -- yes, it was really him, he had
a small parcel in one hand and was pulling out a key from his pocket
with the other hand. He went to his door, slipped the key in the keyhole
and started to open the door.

Then Enzo, with a low and sweet voice, said, "Ruggiero!"

The young man turned and looked at him -- surprise, joy, perplexity
rapidly alternated in his eyes. "Enzo... why are you here?" at last he
asked.

The boy was somewhat puzzled for his man's reaction -- he expected a joy
explosion, he expected being embraced tightly... Was it possibly because
they were on the stairs?

He went near the half open door and pushed it open, "Let's go inside, I
have a thousand things to tell you," he said, looking at him in his
eyes, hoping to find a light of pleasure and desire in them.

But instead, he read a worried expression in them, and Ruggiero, taking
his arm, lightly pulled him back, saying, "Come, let's go downstairs..."

"Downstairs? Don't you want to take me inside?"

At that moment, a manly, clear voice come from the inside, "Ruggiero,
did you bring me the sweets?"

Enzo felt his heart had stopped and looked at the young man in his eyes
-- his light blushing and his embarrassed expression depicted on his
lover's face made him understand that what he had just guessed was right
-- Ruggiero had another boy waiting for him!

"Enzo... I... let me explain..." the young man, embarrassed, started to
say in a low voice.

"Ruggiero, aren't you coming?" the voice from inside said.

"Who is he?" Enzo asked, feeling like a hand was twisting his
intestines.

"I..." the young man started.

>From the entrance door, Enzo saw the door in the front opened and there
appeared a boy barely older than him, completely naked.

Their eyes met and the unknown boy smiled at him. "Hi," the boy said
without getting agitated, completely uncaring for his complete nudity.

"Who is he?" Enzo asked again, looking at Ruggiero and determinedly
entered the small kitchen.

The young man entered and closed the door behind his back. "Enzo..."

"Oh, so you are Enzo? You are his boyfriend then. Ruggiero told me about
you several times," the naked boy said quietly.

"But he hasn't told me a word about you..." Enzo answered with hoarse
voice, continuing to stare in the young man's eyes.

Ruggiero put the small parcel on the table and said, "Go get dressed,
Manfredo, I have to talk with Enzo."

"No, remain here. As I see, you are at home here, the intruder is me."

"I have only been his guest for eight days... It's probably better if I
go get dressed now."

"It doesn't matter," Enzo insisted with a perverse pleasure, feeling a
deaf rage grow inside him.

Forcing that boy to remain there, naked, was a kind of revenge -- he
knew he was putting Ruggiero in a terribly embarrassing situation by
doing that. But the boy on the contrary seemed to be completely at ease.

"Enzo... he... he is just my guest... A Garibaldian. In two days, he
will leave with the others, they'll go to the Continent..."

"A full hospitality, as I can see. Of course, we Sicilians are well
known for our hospitality, aren't we?" Enzo asked with bitter sarcasm.

It's true that he surrendered to Alduzzo's caresses, but then he cut
everything at once. That stranger on the contrary was at home there, so
much at home as to go around stark naked. Moreover, the affair had
already lasted for more than a week.

"Forgive me, Enzo, but your Ruggiero is yours -- between us it was just
a story without importance. He told me he is in love with you, believe
me. I wanted him to go away with me, but he said he could not, because
of you. Don't judge him, don't think evil of him," Manfred intervened.

"In love with me? I bet that every night... and possibly also in day
time... Ruggiero is not a guy who can content himself with just once in
a day, is he?"

"Your man has fire in his veins, that's true. I envy you," the
Piedmontese said with a smile.

"My man? He is not my man, I leave him to you," the boy answered with a
crude, rancorous tone.

"Enzo, please... try to understand... I didn't want you to know it in
this way... I love you, really! It is just that... I had been weak, I
admit it..."

"Weak? Who is not weak? I too, Ruggiero, I too cheated on you. But just
once and I repented at once. And I was coming here, to you, filled with
fear and shame, repenting, ready to beg you for forgiveness. But
instead... I find you here with him settled on your bed, in your home.
He is a beautiful boy, yes, I understand you prefer him to me..."

"No, Enzo, really. I don't prefer him to you..."

"And then he is a stranger, he is interesting. He talks like a
gentleman. How can I compete with him? I understand you, Ruggiero. You
want to be free. You don't want bounds. It had cost you too much giving
up your adventures for me. I let you free, Ruggiero. Have your fun."

"Enzo... I really..." the young man started to say, crestfallen.

"Enzo, you should not react in this way. If you want, I'll leave at
once. Ruggiero is yours, not mine," Manfredo said, trying to resolve
that unpleasant confrontation.

"Mine? No, Ruggiero doesn't belong to anybody. At our village, he had
me, now he has you. Than he will have somebody else -- it is not his
fault, he has to follow his instinct. If he sees an available boy within
hand's reach, he will take him, it's as simply as that."

"But I..." the young man tried to say.

"Have you fun. I'll leave you in peace," Enzo said, standing up to go
out of the apartment.

Ruggiero seized his arm and pulled him to himself, "Wait, it can't end
in this way. I don't want it."

"You don't want it? But I want it."

"But we belong to each other, we love each other."

"I believed this, Ruggiero, I believed this once, but I was wrong. Now,
leave me alone!" he said with some harshness. The harshness that came
from his pain made him almost unable to breath, made him feel like
dying.

"Enzo, I didn't want you to know, to discover it in this way..."

"Leave me alone. Leave me alone!" the boy almost shouted, and wriggled
away. He reached the door, opened it and ran down the stairs, trying to
chase back the tears that prevented him to see his way clearly.

He ran for several blocks, until he stopped, panting. He felt like a
scabbard was twisting inside his heart, sharp, cold, implacable. He
leaned against a wall, trying to catch his breath. "What to do, what to
do, what to do?" he asked himself in an unceasing rigmarole. And he was
feeling so dirty and guilty for having yielded just once, while Ruggiero
was carelessly amusing himself with that foreigner, that boy, who was
waiting for him, all naked, without even feeling any shame, ready for a
fuck.

He saw the anticipatory little smile with which Ruggiero was opening the
door -- he had to be already aroused at the thought that that boy was
waiting for him, and ready, like he would have liked to be found by
Ruggiero, like only two lovers can do, two who already experienced a
long time of intimacy. And he said he loved him! He hoped Enzo didn't
discover him; he was so far away. So then, with how many others would he
do it, as long as he wouldn't find out?

He started to walk again, mechanically, immersed in these bitter
thoughts. It is not that he had been perfect, that's true, but at least
he would never hide it from his lover. But if secrets start to exist
between two lovers, it means that there is no trust, there is no love.
Mistakes... who doesn't make mistakes! But in that way... it was not
just making a mistake. Ruggiero had made his choice, he had had all the
time he needed to think about it. It had been eight days he lived with
that boy. It was evident. And he had made love with him without
problems, this was also evident.

The anticipatory little smile with which he was opening his door... This
was what wounded him more. And Ruggiero tried not to let him in, of
course. He wanted to go downstairs, to tell him some story... "No, I'll
never ever go with a woman," he told him... but he never promised he
would not go with another man. He knew how to play with words. Ruggiero
was a learned man, unlike him, who was just a simpleton of a boy, a
country boy. How could he disappoint himself thinking that he had
Ruggiero all for himself? He had really been stupid...

He wandered aimlessly around the town for hours. Then he heard someone
calling him. It was Alduzzo -- he was proudly wearing a red shirt.

"Look Enzo! I am a Garibaldian now! I met Giuseppe Garibaldi, you know?
But... what happened to you... didn't you find Ruggiero?"

"Yes, I found him."

"So then? What happened?" his friend worriedly asked him, "you told him
about us... and he broke up with you?"

"No, a lot worse..." Enzo said, and with a broken voice told him what
happened.

"Ha! We are all the same, we men -- we care only to have our fun, and
where and how we can have some fun. Like dogs -- when they are in heat
they even try to fuck the posts. Don't deceive yourself, my poor Enzo.
Love is a beautiful tale, but it only exists in songs. And between two
males it is even more difficult than between a man and a woman. Love is
like looking for Aladdin's lamp -- you rub it and rub it, and instead of
having a Genie pop out, you just have the lamp polished." Enzo made a
forced smile at his friend's words. Alduzzo asked him, "And now, what do
you plan to do?"

"What do I know? I'll not go back to the village, anyway."

"So then, why not come with us? If you like, I'll take you to the
recruiter officer, I'm sure that if I or Federico introduce you, they
will give you a red shirt. The day after tomorrow, we will leave for the
Continent..."

"That boy will be there too..."

"What do you care? Come on, come..."

"I have never handled a gun."

"You'll learn, as I did. Come on, Enzo! We will go to the Continent,
aren't you excited?"

The boy let his friend convince him -- anyway, he didn't want to go back
to his village, and he wanted to have the widest possible distance
between himself and Ruggiero. And although not in a conscious way, one
of the reasons that pushed him to accept the invitation was the hope to
die in battle.

He was recruited -- they asked him to swear, and he was assigned
Corporal Cangemi's group, with Alduzzo and some other ex-picciotti. They
gave him a gun and taught him how to keep it in order, and how to load
it and fire it. The discipline was simple. It was based on a few
efficient rules. The ambience was cheerful, excited. Enzo felt it was
doing him good, even though inside him there was still a mix of sadness
and disappointment.

On the evening before their departure, when everybody went to the
taverns to celebrate, Enzo said he didn't feel like going and remained
in the room he was sharing with Alduzzo, in the home of a doctor of
Messina.

Alduzzo came back late. He undressed to go to bed and slipped under the
covers. He leaned against his friend and woke him up.

"Enzo?"

"Ciao, Alduzzo..."

"Tomorrow we will sail."

"Yes."

"The first time we will be in a ship."

"Yes."

"And to the Continent."

"Yes."

"Aren't you excited?"

"A little," the boy answered, half asleep.

Alduzzo ran his hand on Enzo's chest, then lowered it on his friend's
belly, "Now you have no more reason to say no... I want it..." the boy
whispered, reaching Enzo's genitals and caressing them through his
underpants' fabric.

Enzo didn't answer but let him do it, and in a while he lowered his hand
also to rummage in his friend's breeches. Feeling his imperious
erection, he became aroused, "Fuck me, Alduzzo," he sighed.

"But then, you will fuck me too, won't you?"

"As you want, but now put it all inside me. I need it," the boy
whispered, freeing his friend from his breeches.

When they were completely naked, Enzo offered himself to his friend,
guiding him inside himself with greedy craving.

While his friend penetrated him excitedly, Enzo thought he would do it
with everybody. Yes, also with that Piedmontese boy, if he met him. What
was his name? Manfredi? No, Manfredo. He was a beautiful boy... Ruggiero
had his fun with him, now he would have his fun with him too! They could
possibly also have a threesome, Alduzzo, him and the Piedmontese. And
there were possibly also others with which he could have his fun. Cesare
was right, each occasion that you didn't seize was an opportunity lost.

Alduzzo was tossing on top of him with a kind of festive passion -- it
was not as beautiful as it had been with Ruggiero, but Enzo enjoyed it.
He lightly squeezed his friend's nipples, happy to feel him quiver.
Alduzzo was not really handsome, but was well shaped and likeable. His
eyes shone, reflecting the flame of the candle that was slowly burning
on the night table. He smiled at Enzo while he hammered inside him,
keeping him by his waist. "I like you. Enzo!" he murmured, increasing
the vigor and the rhythm of his thrusts.

Enzo closed his eyes, enjoying those strong thrusts. There was no
languor, no tenderness -- they were just two young bodies bound by the
desire to enjoy each other, to spend the exuberance of their energies in
that pleasurable way. Two males in heat, enjoying the union to a young,
strong, vigorous companion, two friends who sated themselves with each
other.

Enzo felt Alduzzo stiffening, pushing with strength, unloading in
himself with a subdued and long pleasure moan, holding him at his waist
even more strongly. Then he withdrew, made him shift aside and lay down,
ready to be fucked by his friend. Enzo, still fully aroused, prepared to
satisfy the silent request of his friend. He wedged between his legs,
pushing them against his chest, and pushed his erect member between the
offered buttocks.

Alduzzo, his eyes shining with anticipation, took Enzo's genitals with
his hands and guided him inside himself, "Oh, Enzo, fuck me... fuck me!"
he excitedly begged, pushing himself against him while his friend was
sinking inside him.

Enzo liked it the best to be penetrated, that's true, but he didn't
dislike at all to please his friend.

He started to pump inside his friend with a will. They were friends
since their childhood, Enzo thought, but they had never imagined this
about each other -- what a shame! That young male, somewhat a screwball,
attractive, even though not really handsome, thirsty for enjoying him in
all the possible ways, excited him. And above all, he allowed him not to
think about Ruggiero.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 17

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