Date: Wed, 07 Feb 2007 11:43:22 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Merchant of Venice 24/29 (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 24
TWENTIETH NIGHT
The Florentine Copyst

"You know, Poletto... today, while we were at the warehouse I noticed
how Bortolo is looking at you. I think you are right, that boy would
really like having sex with you. I feel that soon or later he will try
with you."

"So much the worse for him."

"But you told me he has a nice handle between his legs and I think he
has also a  nice little ass..."

"He could have the the god of handles and a celestial ass, I'm not
interested in him. But, aren't you by chance interested in him, master?"

"If I was interested in him... would you be jealous?"

" You are the master; I have no rights."

"I see, you would really be jealous. Don't worry, since I have you I
have never desired making love with any other boy or man. I think I have
to be careful, or I will end up falling for you... I like you too much."

Poletto didn't answer back but laid down so that he could rest his head
on Lorenzo's thigh and started to titillate his soft member with the tip
of his tongue and of his fingers. The man sighed and spread his legs a
little to allow the boy to settle down more comfortably, then caressed
his hair and the nape of his neck.

He told him, "Turn around, so that you can slip all of yours into my
mouth. I'm feeling a strong desire to get drunk on you..."

"Later, my dear master, later. If I put it in your mouth now, you could
not tell me what happened when you left Pisa."

"Ah, Poletto, you really want to make me suffer! You like being desired,
don't you? You like making me do it your way..."

"No, master. I want to act your way. If you really, really want me to,
I'll turn immediately. All as you desire, dear master."

"But you now would like to hear the sequel of my story better, wouldn't
you?"

"Only if my master is really pleased to tell me..."

"All right, then, let's go on with my story. But then prepare yoursef,
as I will be so full of desire that...

Well, I was saying... On my way back to Venice I had to stop in Florence
to meet a certain merchant to whom I had given my letter of credit and
ask him to finally release the last one to retrieve all my gold from one
of his agents here in Venice.

Thus, reaching Florence, I looked for that merchant. I was trying to
find his warehouse but all the doors of the alley where I was told to
go, were shut and I didn't know who to ask more information. Looking
around I noticed a little open window and thought that there could be
somebody inside.

As it was quite high, I put a toe in a crack of the wall and hoisted
myself up enough to be able to look inside. The scene that my eyes
beheld made me hold my breath - a young man of about twenty-five, his
shoulders leaning against the wall of what appeared to be a store-room,
his breeches open, his considerable pole exposed erect and hard, was
receiving a blow job from a boy. From the ecstatic espression of the
young man's face I understood he had to be enjoying very much what the
boy, who was kneeling before him, was lavishing on him.

In fact, I heard him murmur in a low voice, "Go on, suck it, Lapo, suck
it well."

Almost to underline that pressing invitation, he put his hands on the
boy's head to impress on it a more resolute rhythm. I would have liked
staying there to enjoy that scene, but my position was uncomfortable, so
I went down, without making any noise. Just in time, as nearby a door
opened and a woman came out. So I asked her which was the door of the
warehouse of the merchant I was looking for. She pointed me out a closed
door, telling me it was that one, but the merchant was not in town.

Then she added, "But that's odd - the Giorgio, his copyst, should be
there at that other little door. Just a short while ago it was open. Try
to knock on it, he could possibly just be at the back to rearrange
something."

I went to the small door that she had pointed out and knocked with
energy, two, three times. I didn't get any answer, so I was about to
leave when the little door opened and that young man I had spied on a
little earlier appeared. Acting as if nothing had happened, I explained
to him the reason why I was there, and he made me enter. He sat at a big
table covered by a cloth hanging down to the floor, and carefully
checked my letter of credit.

"Yes, everything is in order, but I can't pay you as long as my master
isn't back. You'll have to come again the day after the morrow, as then
he can possibly be here again."

He gave me back the letter, with a wide smile. He really was a handsome
youth and the memory of the scene I had just stolen, together with his
beautiful smile, made me feel the temptation to make him an explicit
proposition, but then I thought it more prudent to put off that idea, so
I politely thanked him and left.

I was just back to the inn where I was lodging, when I thought I could
have asked that young man for some information about the town and the
trades carried out there. I then went out again and took the way back to
the warehouse. Now the little door was open so I entered, but the books
room was empty.

Then one of my crazy plans came to my mind - I quickly slipped under the
big table and hid there. The long cloth covering it hid me completely.
After a short while I heard the soft sound of steps and somebody sat at
the table. From the colors of the leotard I understood he was Giorgio
the copyst, as I had hoped. The table cloth raised on his legs allowed
me to see his breeches nicely swollen between his thighs and I felt
tempted to slip my fingers to explore there. But the plan I had in mind
was different.

I waited patiently. Once in a while the young man stretched a leg and I
had to be careful he didn't hit me, so that he could not discover me. My
eyes were fixed between his legs, therefore I noticed that from time to
time he lowered his hand on the swollen breeches to caress there.
Evidently what he had just done with the warehouse boy, not so long
before, did not fully satisfy his yen.

After some time, exactly what I had hoped for happened - somebody
entered the room and started to talk with the copyst. I then carried out
my plan - I stretched out a hand and fingered him there. He made a small
jolt in surprise but, as I had guessed, he continued to talk with the
newcomer as nothing happened. Slipping between his legs, I started to
untie his breeches. He lowered a hand trying to stop me, but to no
avail."

"You were really daring, master! What if that Giorgio to the contrary
had said something and so had put you to shame?"

"No, Poletto, I was feeling sure enough, because in fact the young man
could not risk to make the man with whom he was speaking suspect what
was happening under the table. Thus, I opened his breeches and pulled
out his nice tool, already half erect and palpitating, and plunged my
face between his sound thighs wrapped in silk taking it in my mouth, He
jolted again, but let me do, and even parted his legs so that I could
carry on what I was doing more easily.

I slowly licked and sucked it, enjoying the excitement of that so
unusual situation. And I felt like laughing when I noticed how his voice
was growing hoarse because of the pleasure he was feeling. At last the
talk came to an end and his interlocutor went away.

Then Giorgio exclaimed, "Gosh, Lapo, earlier in the back room you were
making such a fuss, and now you have decided to give me some more
pleasure? And, really, this time you are doing it as I..."

So saying he had raised the long table cloth and looked under the table
and saw that under there was not Lapo as he had presumed, but me. I saw
his eyes pop, then he jumped up making his seat fall back, looking at me
with eyes round like quail's eyes, while I leaned out from under there.

I told him, with a smile, "Come back and seat down, if somebody now
entered, it would be very embarrassing for you to be seen in that
state."

Giorgio blushed and tried to tie again and to tidy up his breeches, but
he was so much troubled and his pole was so hard and erect, that he was
not able to do it. I went out from under the table, stopped him with one
hand and with the other caressed his tool, looking him straight in the
eyes and smiling.

"No, don't yet put it back into seclusion. Let me conclude what I have
just started. You can sit down again at your place or else we can go in
the back room, were we can be safe and comfortable. And possibly,
besides sucking it, we can do some other agreable things."

The young man seemed to hesitate for a short while, but then said, "Come
in the back room."

I followed him and as soon as we were there, I embraced him pulling him
against me and kissed him on the mouth with passion. The young man at
first became stiff, but then returned my kiss.

"I like you, Giorgio, I want to make love with you." I told him.

He looked at me with a weird expression then asked, "Do you always
behave so, sir, when you like a young man? Did you never get a punch in
your face... or something worse? Don't you know that here in Florence
the law punishes the sodomites, putting them in prison?"

"But I know you like it, so I did it safely. Come on, undress, now. And
don't be so formal, call me Lorenzo. I saw you, this afternoon, I saw
you from that small window while you were making Lapo suck your tool.
Don't you think I am a lot more skilled than that boy?" I said,
continuing to finger his throbbing rod.

"Yes... I thought strange that Lapo suddenly not only didn't raise a
fuss, but that he had even become so skilled. But here it could be
dangerous, the door on the street is open and..."

"Then tell me where we can go. I really have a strong desire to see you
naked and to enjoy it with you. Don't you want it too?"

"Of course I want it, Lorenzo, especially if you continue to touch me in
this way. Also because, before with Lapo, then with you, I have not yet
completed the thing. But now let me tidy myself. I have to finish my
work first, then I will send the boy home, then we can shut ourselves
here and safely and quietly do everything you have in mind. And above
all, far from dangerous little windows..."

"It doesn't seem to me that the little window has been so dangerous, as
it is thanks to it if we are now here..."

"It is not said that one always has such luck. But... do you know that
you are a really cheeky person? How did it come to your mind the idea to
hide under the table and do what you did?"

"I told you, I saw you and that made me want to do it with you."

"But then, why didn't you do what you had in mind straight away, the
first time you were here? You acted as if you knew nothing, spoke with
me, went away... then came back to hide under the table..."

"A sudden inspiration. Moreover, if I tried to hook you at once, I don't
know if you would have so easily accepted my proposal."

"You are right... Do you know that you have a delightful mouth? You are
able to kiss... and do other things, really well!"

"And you still have not experienced all the rest! It's not only my mouth
that is so wonderful."

"How very umpretentious, my friend!"

"No, I am simply sincere. So, then, do I have to wait for a long time
before being allowed to show you I am not a liar?"

"Let's go back, now. As I told you, I'll just finish putting some papers
in order, then I'll send Lapo home, then we can do it calmly."

"With that boy... was it the first time you tied doing it?"

"No, it is the fourth or the fifth. He says he doesn't like it, but then
he sucks me with such greed that it belies him, even though he is not
yet skilled. And if he really didn't want to do it, he has only to go
home when the other boys stop working, but he always lingers here,
remaining alone with me."

"How old is he? Did you already see him naked? Is he well endovded? Did
you already take his ass?"

"Hey, so many questions! He is eighteen, I could not undress him yet but
I want get to it gradually. I want to manage to have sex with him
however it has to be done... I took a fancy to him."

"Well, then don't send him away when you close. We will involve him in a
nice threesome and you will see that you and I will make him feel the
tertian fever."

"No, I don't think it could work. But... when I send him away I want him
to understand that something is about to happen between you and I..."

"Do you want him to see me opening your breeches and to start to..."

"No, not really... it would be enough if he sees you kissing me on my
mouth. He loves it when I kiss him, he quivers and moans... But up to
now, as soon as I lower my hand to touch him between his legs, he pulls
back."

"But then, how do you manage to convince him to suck you?"

"It's enough I lean back in a shadowy place and pull it out and start to
beat it for a while... He stops to look between my legs, as if
fascinated, then draws near and without uttering a word, kneels and
starts. After I come, his mouth still smelling of my seed, he stands up,
kisses me on the mouth then goes away quickly... He is a weird boy..."

"He could possibly just be shy. That's why I was telling you it could be
worth us two trying to unblock him..."

"Eventually; another time. This time I want to enjoy you alone. And
then, I'm afraid that in front of two, Lapo would feel even more
blocked. I don't want to risk losing him; I have been working on him for
three months now."

So I stopped there, he carried out his work, then called Lapo and sent
him home. While we were in a corner, hidden but not too much, and I was
hotly kissing Giorgio, I saw Lapo looking at us with wide eyes; he
seemed to hesitate a moment at the door and I already hoped he would
stay with us, then he quickly went out, closing the door behind him as
Giorgio had ordered him to.

I had not parted from the handsome copyst and besides continuing to kiss
him, we were now caressing each other, rummaging under our clothes,
untieing the waistcoat and breeches strings, both of us alight with
desire. As I had guessed and hoped, Giorgio's body was beautiful and
exciting. He too seemed pleased to see my body and so, both totally
naked, we started to caress each other, mutually exploring and
underlining all our forms.

Then, leaving our clothes on the floor in a disordered heap, Giorgio
guided me to the carpets depot, where he lit some lanterns and we laid
on a low pile of precious silk tapestries protected by a cloth. We then
started making love in a very sweet and sensual way. We were brushing
our bodies one on the other, we were caressing each other without hurry,
savouring each other's body in a slow but unstoppable crescendo of
exquisite sensations.

I had the impression I had found a worthy match, as much an expert in
the love arts as I was. I asked him where he learned making love in such
a beautiful and sensual way. He explained to me that when he was ten
years old, during a sea journey with his parents, he had been kidnapped
by some Algerian pirates who attacked their ship. Their bey saw him and
wanted him in his boy-harem. Then, when he was a little more than
sixteen, he had been sold to the owner of a brothel at the port. But he
soon managed to escape; in fact there was not such a strict surveillance
as in the bey's harem. He managed to take refuge on a Genoese ship that
was about to sail, so he could at last flee and go back to Florence,
where he found his family again.

I asked him if now, in Florence, he had a lover. He told me that he had
had one with whom he stayed for five years, but that two years before,
that man, eight years older than him, left him to take a younger boy. I
told him that his former lover was really crazy to have renounced
somebody like him, who was not only beautiful, but also very skilled in
the arts of love. We stopped talking and resumed giving pleasure to each
other. I was feeling very good with Giorgio as evidently he was also
with me.

We continued making love for a long time and at last we let ourselves be
seized by the peak of pleasure. Then, finally sated, we dressed and left
the warehouse - and we were astonished to see that it was already full
night.

We fixed a date for the day after, in the late afternoon. When I showed
up again at the warehouse, Giorgio was giving instructions to Lapo about
some of the goods. When the boy saw me enter, he threw me a hostile
glance. Giorgio came towards me and kissed me on the mouth and Lapo left
the room, frowning.

Then I said to my new friend, "I've got the impression I'm not liked by
Lapo. I think he is jealous of me..."

"That's exactly what I hope."

"Did he say anything to you, today? Have you spoken about me?"

"No. But I have noticed that each time I went to the store rooms, he
always found a pretext to hang around me. He probably hoped I would pull
it out like the other days..."

"You didn't do it? Don't you think that doing so you are risking to lose
the opportunity to conquer him?"

"On the contrary. And anyway, at this point, it must be him to take the
first step and tell me he wants to make love with me. He cannot continue
telling me he doesn't like it, and at the same time desiring it and
hoping each time I will make the first step. I would really like to make
him my lover, but first he has to be persuaded he wants it."

"I wish you success in your enterprise. But now here I am, and I want
you, Giorgio."

"I want you too. In a while I will send Lapo home and we can do it in
peace."

"Also because tomorrow your master could be back and we will no longer
be able to make love here."

"Yes, I thought about that. I have possibly found a place. But will you
stay for a long time here in Florence?"

"No, as soon as I will have the new letter of credit, I think I'll go
back to my Venice."

"That's a pity. Can't you stop some more?"

"Yes, I'll stay a few more days, and willingly, for you."

When Lapo was about going away, I again kissed Giorgio and caressed his
breeches. The boy went out, slamming the door. We burst in laughter,
both aware of the meaning of that angry gesture. We again made love just
as on the day before. When we at last went out, I thought I saw Lapo
stealing away around the street corner. Also Giorgio had the same
impression.

"Do you think he waited out here all the time?" Giorgio asked me,
amused.

"I think so. Tomorrow, ask him if he is the one we saw. But when your
master comes back, how will you two manage?"

"The master is not always in the warehouse. Moreover it is not so
difficult to cut oneself off, in the store rooms, in a place where we
will notice in time if somebody is coming."

"Then, I have an idea... If tomorrow the merchant is not yet back, why
don't you and I make love while Lapo is around? Let's give him the
opportunity to spy on us... What do you think?"

We did so. On the morrow I went to the warehouse in the morning. The
merchant hadn't yet arrived so Giorgio led me to a storeroom.

He called Lapo and told him, "Stay on watch on the books room. If
somebody comes, tell him to wait and come to call me."

The boy looked at me almost with hatred but nodded, serious, and left us
alone. Giorgio made me notice that from the door of the books room it
was not possible to see the place where we were, but if Lapo climbed on
a pile of crates near the door, he could see us.

We started at once to make love, but without losing sight the top of the
pile in question. Too much time didn't elapse before, against the light,
we could see the boy's head leaning out from there. We pretended not to
have seen him and continued to make love. Rather, for his benefit, we
started to moan by time in time, even stronger. When, thanks to our
moans, the boy thought we were near the orgasm, he called Giorgio.

He answered aloud, "I'm coming!" then whispered to me, "I bet that there
is nobody. Wait a moment."

"But if there is really somebody? Possibly even the merchant?"

"I will send you Lapo or I will came myself to warn you."

He rapidly tidied his clothes and went away. Out of caution I also
tidied my clothes. After a few moments Giorgio came back.

"I was right. He told me that somebody came asking for me, but then he
went away without waiting. It is evident it was a lie and I told him so.
He denied it, but blushed."

"Anyway it will be better if now I go. Where can we meet, tonight?"

"Wait for me in front of the Bargello. I found a place nearby there
where we can be safe and comfortable."

I went out and noticed the satisfied expression of Lapo. That evening I
went to the date with Giorgio. He came and was smiling.

"After you left, Lapo asked me - how long does that stranger stay here?
I asked him why he asked me such a question and told him I have
important matters to treat with you. He made a kind of grimace and said
- since he is here, you don't look at me any more, and I know very well
what kind of matters you have to take care of, you two. I then said him
- you always raised a fuss each time I showed you my attentions, so what
do you want from me now? And he at once - if you let me stay when you
shut the warehouse, I will explain you what I want. I then said him -
today I cannot, is it not good tomorrow morning? And he answered - if
you say to the other boys not to come tomorrow morning like this
morning, it will be alright. At that point I talked with him clearly. I
told him that I really like him very much, but that I didn't want just a
few moments of pleasure from him, but for him to be my boy. He answered
with a serious expression - if you swear me that you will go with nobody
else, I will do anything you ask me and I'll be your boy."

I then said to Giorgio, "Thus, now it will be better if we don't go to
make love, don't you think? Even if he didn't come to know about it, I
don't feel honest if you cheat on that boy, at this point."

"Don't worry. When he said that to me, I gave him an appointement for
right now. He is waiting for us not far from here."

"I don't understand... do you possibly want to do a threesome? I could
certainly be game, it would not bother me, but he..."

"No, something even worse than that, if you agree. I would like you to
be present the first time he agrees to make love with me seriously, but
without you participating. Unless he asks you to."

"For me there would be no problem, but I think that the boy would be
terribly embarrassed, don't you think?"

"This is the condition I put to him. I told him I knew he had spied on
us while we were having sex, and so I told him it was only fair if this
time you were with us to look at us. At first he said no but then, when
I told him that this was the only way he had to show me at what point he
cared for me and that he was indeed ready to do anything I asked him, in
the end he accepted."

I followed Giorgio. Lapo was waiting in a nearby lane. We went up to the
house of a woman to whom Giorgio paid some coins and she led us to a
small room under the eaves of the roof, with only a wide bed on it. We
shut ourselves inside... and I was present at Lapo's sex initiation.

At first the boy was evidently embarrassed because of my presence but
then, as Giorgio was making his excitement grow with his skilled
caresses, he became unihibited and united with the young man without any
more restraint. I got the impression of seeing an embankment holding
back a river in spate, until it breaks and lets the waters turbulently
overflow. Lapo was now doing everything Giorgio asked him, without any
hesitation. The scene was so exciting that I had difficulty not to pull
my member out and beat it, or even not to unite with them.

When, finally satisfied, they relaxed and Lapo was dressing again, I
went near them. The boy looked at me in embarrassment and blushed. I
caressed his head.

"I give you my best greetings, boy. Giorgio is a splendid lover, don't
let him escape. You are lucky having accepted his offer of love. Anyway,
I want you to know that Giorgio did it with me only to make you jealous
and to push you to decide yourself to accept his court. I am glad that
everything went well. As soon as your master comes back, I'll leave;
anyway you have nothing to worry about from me."

The boy murmured an almost inaudible "thank you" and got off the bed.

Then said, "I have to confess to you, signore, that at first I hated
you. But it is true, I owe it to you if I found the courage to agree to
become Giorgio's boy. Therefore, now, I should be grateful to you..."

"I'm not asking you that much, Lapo. It is enough if you don't hate me
any more..."

"Certainly not. And if your presence here was upsetting me at first, I'm
pleased now to think of you like a kind of... our best man."

"I didn't see it in that light, but after all, you are right."

Back in the street, we parted. The day after, when I went to the
warehouse, I finally found the merchant. He soon exchanged my letter of
credit, then excused himself and went away as he had an important
appointment. So I asked Giorgio to call Lapo.

When they were both in front of me, I said, "My business here is now
settled. As soon as I find a means to take me to or near to Venice, I
will leave. But before leaving you, I want to make you a gift, as is the
custom from a best man."

"What a beautiful story, master!" Poletto said. "But didn't you regret
thatyou didn't also make love with Lapo?"

"No, I was attracted by Giorgio, and I did it with him. When I saw Lapo
naked, I thought he was a nice boy, but nothing more, not for me."

"But now, master, will you make love with me like that last night
Giorgio did it with Lapo?"

"It would be somewhat difficult, first of all because I like you a lot
more than Lapo, and second, because you are not a greenhorn like that
boy. Anyway I can try, my dear Poletto. So... Now lick my bird until you
make him hard and straight like a ramroad, prepare him carefully, so
that I will then put him all inside your nice little ass..." Lorenzo
said parting his legs and so starting the game.

Poletto murmured, with an impish smile, "I'm ashamed..." and readily
plunged between his legs, full of badly hidden lust.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 25

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