Date: Tue, 05 Dec 2006 16:09:08 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Merchant of Venice 02/29 (historical)

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THE MERCHANT OF VENICE Or The Twenty-Four Nights of Lorenzo and Poletto
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006
written the 17th of June, 1991
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by John

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE MERCHANT OF VENICE" 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
FIRST NIGHT
The Beginnings

Poletto knocked at the door to his master's bedchamber and entered:
"I've finished tidying up downstairs... do you require anything else, my
lord?"

"No, nothing. Are you sleepy, Poletto?"

"No, sir... Do you want me to stay here with you a while?"

"Of course, my boy. Get undressed and come to bed, I really want to be
with you tonight. Better yet, I'll tell you what, after we've made love,
stay and sleep with me, here in my great big bed."

"As you wish, my lord. But first won't you tell me another one of your
bedtime stories about men?"

"Certainly, but first let's take our pleasure and then we'll gossip. You
know you have a really beautiful ass, my boy? One of these nights you
must let me have it."

"I don't know, my lord... I've never done it that way before, and I'm
afraid that it would hurt... and then you're so big down there."

"Oh, come on! Yes, the first few times it can hurt a bit, but then it's
wonderful, I give you my word!"

"Did it hurt you the first time, my lord?"

"Yes, a bit, but it was worth the pain."

"Will you tell me how it was for you the first time it happened?"

"The first time I took it in the ass? I remember it well, even though I
was only fourteen years old at the time. It was a young man from one of
the most important families in Venice who took my virginity."

"Will you tell me about it?"

"Finish undressing and get under the covers. A pact is a pact. First
love then the story."

"But if you tell me the story first, afterwards we'll be more excited
and it's much better then, isn't it?"

"You're a sly one! Alright then, first the story but then you'll give me
your beautiful ass, promise?"

"Alright, sir. I'm a bit afraid, but if you've done it, then I'll be
able to as well. And then... there's always a first time, isn't there?"

"Wise words, Poletto, but before the story I must explain to you
something about my origins and how it is that I began to have sex with
men. Well then...

My mother's name was Marietta. She lived on a street behind the
Arsenale, which is no longer there since the last time they expanded it.
She earned a living doing embroidery, but also, and I would say
especially, by receiving men into her welcoming bed. The person who
procured work for her, in both senses, was the one who I called uncle,
but who I believe was actually my mother's lover and who lived off of
what she earned. Actually I don't know who my father was, even my mother
didn't know with any certainty, and when I'd ask her she would rattle
off five or six names of those who were her clients at the time I was
concieved. Among these were important names, so who's to say that some
noble blood doesn't run in my veins.

I grew up on that street, watched over by my mother, a bit by the
neighbors or by kind strangers. When she received her clients she sent
me out of the house, the better to easily render her services to those
gentlemen.

As a child I played the usual games with the neighborhood children. I
was a very lively and noisy child. Perhaps I needed to attract the
attention of the others since I felt neglected by my mother. It's not
that she didn't love me, but in order for her to earn enough to feed
herself, me and my uncle, she had to work a great deal.

Sometimes, when the weather was very bad, if my mother had to receive a
guest, I was sent to my uncle's room. He didn't seem very happy to have
me underfoot, at least at that time when I was just a little boy.

At the time, my uncle must have been about twenty-eight, more or less. I
remember him as a rather rough man, when he wasn't drinking too much. He
was very tall and thin, and he always dressed in brown and white. He was
neither kind nor strict. He had a rather prominent hooked nose, thick
lips and a large mouth. His eyes were dark and deep and he had very
large ears. I often thought that he somewhat resembled and owl... if
only he had been a little bit fatter.

Sometimes I would hear him and my mother have very animated discussions,
but I never heard them really argue. I think they loved each other in
their own way. Sometimes I heard them talking about who should look
after me when the weather was bad. It was then that I understood that my
uncle wasn't too happy about having to take care of me. Fearing that one
of these days when I was with him he might send me outside into the cold
and rain, I always tried to be be good, keep still and obey him in every
way.

I wasn't really afraid of him, but I did feel a certain uneasiness when
I was with him. My uncle never beat me, but sometimes when he yelled at
me, I felt intimidated. His name was Zane Scanforlin, but his nickname
was  'El Taroco' because he really enjoyed playing cards.

I was nearly thirteen years old when one very cold winter day my mother
was visited by a very distinguished gentleman, and as it happened, she
told me to go and keep company with my uncle. I went right upstairs and
knocked on his door. He shouted for me to come in and to close the door.

Uncle was seated next to the fireplace in which burned a meager fire.
The room was gloomy and had the strong odor of smoke. Uncle was wearing
long shabby coat under which I caught a glimpse of his brown britches
and long stockings, which like his abundantly pleated shirt, had once
been white.

He gestured for me to sit down next to the fire and I crouched down on
what was left of an old carpet, which had known better days. Next to him
he had an earthen pitcher from which he ocassionally drank some wine,
gulping it directly from the spout.

After a while he broke the silence:

"So you're mother's humping again, eh? At least tomorrow we'll have
something good to eat."

By now, I knew what my uncle was talking about, and realizing that he
was making a comment and not asking a question I didn't respond. Once
again the room fell silent. After a while he scratched himself between
the legs.

"Bah, I wish I was there in place of that lout. I'm feeling kind of
horny myself" he muttered as he continued to rub himself.

Then, to my amazement, he unlaced the fly of his trousers and put in his
hand. He continued gumbling about who know's what, then he said,

"It's hell being here alone with this urge and all the while knowing
that downstairs they're having a good time."

I watched his unabashed movements, and wondered again what he was doing
and why. He stirred again and then brought out from his trousers his
straight and hard cock and began to stroke it slowly up and down with
his fist. Whether it was because this was the first time I'd ever seen
him do anything of the sort, or whether it was the truly impressive
dimensions of his tool, I was astonished and watched him with
incredulous eyes.

Despite my thirteen years, apart from sizing up my friends whenever we
took a piss against a wall or into a canal, I had never seen the cock of
a fully grown man, and I couldn't understand what he was doing and why.
My eyes were literally drawn to that incomprehensible and strange scene.

After a while uncle seemed to become aware of my presence and my
incredulous stare. He stopped what he was doing and said,

"What the hell are you looking at, you little pussy! Haven't you ever
seen one before? Haven't you ever done it? When you don't have a woman
around, what's a man supposed to do?  Look at how big and thick it is.
Come here, touch it, feel it and tell me if it doesn't seem like the
clapper of a church bell!"

I kept on looking and watching him without moving, but he said dryly,
"C'mon, pussy. Touch it, you'll see I'm not lying!"

I obeyed him then, and slid across the old carpet and sat between his
straddled legs. I extended my hand timidly and touched it.

He then took my hand and made me grasp him. "Do you feel it? Am I lying?
C'mon, move your hand now, just as I was doing."

Once again, I obeyed.

Uncle relaxed and slumped against the back of the chair and said,
"There. Yes, good boy, keep on just like that. You have a delicate hand,
like that of a woman. Go on, good. Yes, like that. You like touching it,
don't you? This is the most beautiful cock on the canal; you can believe
me. Well, have you lost your tongue?"

I stopped and looked quizzically into his eyes and tried to imagine what
he might expect me to say.

"Don't stop, you cunt! Don't you have a tongue?"

"Yes, uncle sir..." I murmured and I resumed moving my hand up and down.
"Well then, if you have one, use it. Lick it a little, just there on the
tip while you stroke it. C'mon, cunt!"

I looked at him him dumbstruck, it seemed a strange request, surely he
was joking, I thought.

Then he said, "Well, what are you waiting for? Your mother does it all
the time. She loves licking it. She's a greedy one. Go on, do it,
quickly."

Then, timidly I got nearer to that firm, meaty rod and I tried it. I
grazed it with the tip of my tongue. It didn't taste like anything, it
was smooth and hot. I tried again.

"C'mon, stick your little tongue all the way out. Lick it up good, I'm
getting really hot. Go on, suck it!"

I did as he asked and he seemed happy. Then he grabbed my head with both
of his hands and guided his cock into my mouth, then he moved my head
back and forth in a steady rhythm.

"Take out your hand. Ah, lovely. Don't let me feel your teeth, you cunt!
There, like that, good boy. That's it, go on just like that. You're
almost as good as your mother, you know? C'mon Renzo, damn, I like this.
Move your tongue around. Suck it like a tit, suck it good, and soon I'll
give you some milk to drink. Suck it for me...suck harder. That's
it...that's it...I'm going to come...drink it, boy, drink it!"

A spurt of warm liquid filled my mouth, then another, and then another,
and it was an effort for me to swallow it. It didn't taste like milk at
all. It was somewhat bitter; no, it was a bit salty. He held his hands
on the nape of my neck, forceing my head down, and with each spurt I
felt him mutter and tremble all over until nothing more came out and he
was calm again.

Then he let me go and I pulled away. He put his cock back into his
trousers and laced up, then he slapped me on the shoulder. "Good boy,
Renzino. You've been very good. You really are your mother's son. You've
earned a nice piece of fresh bread."

He got up, rummaged around in the cupboard and gave me a piece of bread,
which I grabbed and began to much on contentedly. Then he sat down again
in front of the fire.

"If you do this for me again, and if you don't tell anyone, each time
I'll give you a little something good to eat, okay, Renzino?"

I nodded and continued to chew vigorously on that good, fresh bread.

He gave me a playful slap and said, "You're a clever boy, you are. You
know what's good for you, right? This will be our secret. You make me
happy and I'll make you happy, in spite of the others."

For a full year, whenever I went to visit him, not each time but often
enough, he had me suck his dick, especially whenever mother had several
clients to entertain and he couldn't be with her. By then, I had come to
know him well enough so that he didn't even have to tell me anything.
When I saw that his eyes were glimmering in a certain way and he rubbed
his hand over the fly of his trousers, I knew to slide over between his
legs. I'd take out his cock and made him happy.

Soon, I too began to feel the pleasure of my hand on my own cock. It was
still rather small, that is in respect to the my uncle's impressive
pole, but I was already able to sample the joy that could be so easily
obtained, especially when I began to get some drops of cum out of it.

I was fourteen years old now and I was growing. I was a bit slender, but
well developed. I was rapidly growing out of my clothes which fit me
ever more tightly. Mother would sew me new ones only when I was bursting
out of the old ones.

One afternoon in late November, I was leaning against the Lion's Column
in the Piazza in my tight fitting, grey cotton trousers and watching two
gondoliers who were playing nearby, when I noticed a richly dressed
young man. As he passed in front of me, he looked at me with a fixed
stare. His eyes were devouring every detail about me and lingering on
the area between my legs. I immediately recognized in the corner of his
eye that same glimmer that I knew all too well, thanks to uncle.

That tall and slender young man, so well dressed in his short coat of
blue and gold brocade, with his red stockings and damask covered boots,
was hot for me, I was certain of it.

He passed by me then he stopped suddenly, he turned toward me and
examined me again, with a direct and profound gaze that made me quiver.

Something in me responded to his gaze. I imagined myself crouching
between his legs, and I felt for the first time my own member begin to
stir, and when his eyes once again lowered to look between my legs - it
was apparent that he was aware of my condition. His eyes opened wider
and he came toward me at a slow pace, his gaze always fixed on my
erection which even though covered was clearly evident through my
too-tight fitting trousers.

When he was once again in front of me he looked at me, and once again I
saw that special light glowing inside.

"Hey boy, if you come with me I'll give you some coins." He said with a
warm, deep voice.

Even though intuitively knowing what it was he wanted, I asked him, just
to be sure, in a low uncertain voice,

"To do what, sir?"

"To do everything I ask you to do to satisfy me."

"Would you give me a half zecchino?"

"Yes, if you do everything I want."

"All right. Everything the gentleman commands, for a half zecchino, I
will gladly do."

"Follow me." he said with a decisive tone and he went on quickly. He
walked hastily, crossed three canals, then he entered a house which I
recognized right away. It was the house of a famous nobleman, a member
of the Grand Council. This young man was his second son."

"Was it someone I know, my lord?" The boy said; his curiosity roused.
Lorenzo smiled and responded:

"Yes, Poletto, but don't ask me his name, he's still alive, honored and
respected, and I don't want to spread any gossip about him.

"Anyway, as I was telling you, when we entered he told the servant that
I was with him, and we went up the service stair. I imagined that he
wanted the same thing from me that did my uncle. The lasciviousness that
I had read in his eyes had made me understand. It didn't displease me at
all, and moreover I could earn some money. Following him up the stairs I
felt a little nervous, but not at all frightened, indeed, I was
intrigued and wondered what his cock could be like.

Arriving in a corridor, he took me by the arm and guided me to a door.
He searched for a key in his pocket and as he unlocked the door, he
placed his other hand on my butt and squeezed me gently. Still with his
hand there, he opened the door and nudged me inside. It was a richly
adorned room with a great bed covered by a canopy. I had never in my
life seen anything so beautiful and luxurious.

I was lost in my admiration for a short moment. As soon as we entered,
he carefully closed the door. He came around and faced me with his hand
now firmly placed between my legs, feeling for my genitals. Once my cock
was hard he touched it, caressed it and rubbed it through the cloth. No
one had ever touched me like that before, not even uncle, and I really
liked it.

Then he let go of me, and his hands moved impatiently to my sides. He
lowered my trousers to my knees, then in a frenzy, he lifted up my
shirt, told me to raise my arms and pulled it off over my head.

I stood naked in front of him and I felt embarrassed. I had thought that
he would just take out his cock, I didn't think that he would undress
me. His hands  glided over my skin, over my shoulders, down my back,
along my arms and to my flanks. It seemed as if he was exploring every
part of my body.  His breathing grew short and more rapid. His touch
made me quake with pleasure, and by now my cock was visibly throbbing.

I stood still there before him, allowing him to do whatever he wanted,
as we'd agreed earlier. My cock was by now straight and hard, the touch
of his expert fingers made it tremble in response to each of his knowing
caresses.

He took two steps backwards without taking his eyes off of me, and
quickly undressed completely, throwing his clothes to the floor and bit
by bit exposed his nakedness to me. It was the first time that I'd seen
an adult male completely naked and when I saw that his cock was as
straight and hard as mine, I felt a great heat inside that excited me
even more.

Then the young man took me in his arms, and lifted me. I could feel his
cock rubbing and pulsing against me. He carried me to the bed where he
set me down. He finished removing my trousers then he climbed up on the
bed. He got on top of me and enveloped me tightly in his strong arms. He
put his mouth to mine and he sucked on my lip, then with his tongue he
grazed my chin and  throat. Then with his lips and tongue he explored my
chest and gripped my nipples between his teeth. I felt I was among the
stars with delight and excitement.

He proceeded to go lower and prodded my navel with his tongue, then went
lower still and before I could realize it, he took all of my cock into
his mouth.  I felt so much pleasure that it startled me. It was
wonderful. Now I understood why uncle liked me to do it to him. He went
down and licked my balls, then spreading my legs apart, he lifted them
into the air and he licked down, down to my buttocks, with his tongue
darting about, he spread my cheeks with his hands until the tip of his
tongue found my little hole.

Then he licked that. He worked it a long time and this too was
incredibly wonderful. He didn't move away from there and I thought that
at any moment I might explode from the pleasure. He bathed my hole
generously with his warm saliva and when I felt it pulsating, he pushed
in the tip of his tongue and I felt I was on fire. By now, I was
groaning with pleasure, and I was unable to hold back. My head gyrated
forcefully back and forth.

Then he got up on his knees, his eyes were luminous and passionate, he
gazed up and down the length of my body and I was hypnotized by the
desire that I read on his face. He raised my legs to his shoulders, and
with one hand he grabbed my cock and rubbed it against my belly. With
his free hand he took some saliva from his mouth and moistened the tip
of his straight, hard dick then guided it until it was pressing against
my asshole.

At first the pressure was delicate and he moved his cock slowly and the
sensation was very pleasant. I relaxed, and was thoroughly enjoying this
new experience, when I felt him pressing with more force than before and
then I felt a great pain and knew then what he intended to do, and for
the first time I was afraid.

I grew tense and told him, "No. Please, sir, please stop! It hurts me. I
don't want to. No!"

But he continued to push with force. He had me with my legs pressed
against my chest, grasping me with his strong arms and the more I
stuggled to get away from him, the more it seemed to facilitate his
penetration of me. I realized that I would not be able to free myself,
he was too strong for me, then, all at once I gave up.

He again gave a terrible push.

I once again shouted, "No, I don't want to. It hurts too much, I don't
like it. Enough, for pity's sake."

"Too late, boy. You said that you'd do anything I wanted, didn't you?
Well, I want to fuck you. Now you'll take it all inside your beautiful
little ass. I love it... so tight"

"No, have mercy, I've never done this... you're really hurting me."

"It'll pass. You're a virgin; that's why you're so tight. Soon you'll
have your money, but now I want to stuff it all inside you. A pact is a
pact."

He began again to push forcefully, then I surrendered to the inevitable
and he slid into me. I looked at him towering over me and he seemed so
beautiful, so tremendous, and I felt powerless under him. He had won
completely.

You see, Poletto, I realized that the more I relaxed, the less it hurt
me, and I let it go. Then he began to pump up and down, with
determination, but also with a kind of delicacy, and I saw a change of
expression come over his face, it grew more intense, more determined as
his excitement grew. Then my cock, which because of the pain had
retreated, began again to harden and I too began to feel a certain
pleasure.

Now he was moving rhythmically with ever faster and longer strokes, and
the pleasure made the pain subside; as the one grew in intensity the
other diminished, and when suddenly he unloaded deep inside me, I,
without having even touched myself, came immediately.

When it was all over, I got dressed and went out of the palazzo with the
zecchino in my hand, aching slightly but happy at having discovered that
previously unknown fountain of pleasure.

After that time, besides returning to that young gentleman's bed, I had
some other adventures. Slowly I had learned to recognize those men who
desired to have sex with me, and whenever one looked at me with that
expression in his eyes, with that special light that I liked so much, I
often found a way to end up in his bed."

Lorenzo fell silent, then Poletto, his curiosity quickened, asked him,
"But did you go to bed with those men for money, my lord."

"No, that was the only time... oh no, I'm mistaken, it happened one
other time, to tell the truth."

"Will you tell me about it, my lord?"

"Not now, it's late. Now let's make love and then we must sleep.
Tomorrow night, if you want, after we've made love I'll tell you
something more."

Poletto nodded and he got out from from under the covers. Lorenzo then
removed his shirt: they were both excited.

"Get on your back, like that, like that gentleman had me do... that's
it. Good boy. Spread your legs."

Lorenzo prepared the boy, kissing him, licking him, getting him
thoroughly excited, then when he felt him ready, he rubbed an unguent on
his trembling little hole.

"Now I'm going to slip it into you, Poletto. At first it may hurt you a
little, but try to resist the urge to tense up, and just relax."

"Yes sir."

"Are you afraid?"

"A little bit. But if my lord says that at first it hurt him and then he
liked it... I want to learn too."

"You're a treasure of a boy. Relax now. That's it, like that. Now I'm
putting it in." said Lorenzo, and he took him vigorously.

Poletto let out a muffled scream but didn't move. Slowly he noticed that
the pain really did diminish and the pleasure increased. As he mounted
him, Lorenzo stroked Poletto's dick intensifying the pleasure of his
young servant.

"Does it hurt, Poletto?"

"Yes, sire, but it feels good too..."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No my lord, I can take it."

Lorenzo kissed him on the mouth and caressed him, and continued to
penetrate the boy with well-measured strokes.

When both had reached their climax and they felt fully satisfied, they
got back under the covers and Lorenzo hugged the boy.

"Well then, was that so bad?"

"No my lord, but honestly, it wasn't wonderful either. I still hurt a
bit."

"It'll pass and you'll get used to it, you'll see, and you'll like it as
much as I do. Soon you'll be pleading with me to do it." said Lorenzo.
He extinguished the candle and wished him a good night. After a while
Poletto said,

"Who knows how many boys you've fucked in the ass, my lord, with that
beautiful cock of yours."

"Yes, but I've also fucked some beautiful young men and adults as well.
But there have also been more than a few that have fucked me."

"What do you like more, my lord, to put it in someone or to have it put
inside you?"

"Both ways are wonderful, Poletto, I have no preference. Go to sleep
now, because if we go on talking about these things, soon you'll risk
rekindling my desire to take you again."

"Do you like my little ass, sire?"

"Yes, I like all of you, boy, even if you still have a lot to learn."

"If you'd like, you can put it in me again right now..."

"No you're still aching now. Tomorrow."

"You'll teach me everything, won't you sire?"

"Of course, I'll teach you all there is to know about the art of
pleasure between men."

"That way, I'll be able to give you much pleasure however and wherever
you want, and you'll be happy with me."

"But I'm already happy with you, my boy. It was a good thing that I
surprised you when you were doing it with Florindo. You didn't do
anything more with him, did you?"

"No, my lord. He only made me suck it, as your uncle did with you. It's
much more beautiful with you. Even being as we are now. You'll call me
often to your bed, won't you, Sire?"

"I think I will, Poletto, I really think I will." replied Lorenzo
caressing him delicately.

They remained silent, one against the other and slowly they both began
to drift off into sleep; gratified and tranquil, and in a loose embrace.
Lorenzo was truly happy to have discovered in his beautiful young
servant, such an obliging partner in bed, and Poletto was happy to have
found so beautiful, helpful and generous a master who would treat him
with such tenderness and passion. He curled up against the man, breathed
in that good masculine odor and felt a great sense of security come over
him being next to that powerful and virile member, so skillful at giving
pleasure.

The morning after, Lorenzo awoke to Poletto's touch. They boy had
removed the coverlet and was delicately caressing the hard and erect
member.

"How wonderful to wake up like this."

"I had a great desire to take it in my mouth, but I was afraid you would
get angry."

"Oh no, on the contrary, I would really like it."

"Well then, the next time it happens, I'll wake you like that. You're so
beautiful, my lord."

"You too are very beautiful, Poletto."

"But no, don't joke with me."

"No, no, I'm not joking. Since I was a boy I've had so many, but you're
one of the most beautiful. How lucky I am to have discovered that you
like men too. Now, unfortunately, we really must get up. So, tonight you
will return here to my room, won't you?"

"Of course, my lord, and I'll think of you throughout the day."

"But you won't do well at your work, that way." Lorenzo said jokingly
and winked.

"Oh no, my lord, on the contrary, I'll work better than ever. I want you
to be completely satisfied with me, and not only in bed..."

"But I already am. C'mon, give me a kiss and let's get dressed."

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