Date: Fri, 15 Dec 2006 11:16:17 +0100
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Merchant of Venice 06/29 (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 6
FIFTH NIGHT
The Flight from Istanbul

Poletto, completely naked, finished arranging his master's clothes,
under the man's watchful eye. It pleased Lorenzo to watch the boy move
around the room naked and with an incipient erection. When the boy had
finished, he approached the bed.

"There, it's done, my lord. Now may I get into bed with you?"

"Ah, but to do what, Poletto, to do what?" asked Lorenzo jokingly,
passing his hand through his hair.

The boy looked at thim with a mischievous grin, then said, "To have you
cuddle and caress me, and to show you all of my gratitude."

"And where exactly do you want me to caress you?"

"From the top of my head to the tips of my toes, everywhere you want,
dear master; wherever, however and as much as you please."

"But do you want this before or after the story?"

"Afterwards, as you well know."

"And after the story, will you give me that beautiful little cock you
have between your legs?"

"Of course, sire, of course."

"And that hot little hole you have hidden back there?"

"It's all yours, you know that by now, don't you? You know it very
well..."

"Yes, and I like it very much. And this beautiful mouth, will you give
that to me too?"

"Yes, of course, as long as you don't leave it empty and wanting, you
understand."

"And these skillful hands of yours?"

They went on with this little game for a while, as Lorenzo touched and
caressed him, then, when he saw that the boy was fully excited by his
caresses, he took him into his big bed, he embraced him and said, "But
you want my story first, right?"

"Yes. You had left off with you in bed with Guy, I believe."

"Yes, it was afternoon. After we'd made love, as I told you last night,
I gave him the new instructions, another piece of silver, and we said
goodbye. That same night I returned to Aaron's place, but a little bit
later than usual. Abdul and Guy were seated at the same table and
talking. I sat down beside them and greeted them.

Abdul asked the sailor, "You were saying?"

"That I remember him. I didn't know him well, because I changed ships
when we were in Marseilles and so I lost track of him."

"Did he ever speak to you of Istanbul?"

"No, or at least I don't recall."

"Do you know if he had a lover?"

"A male lover, you mean? I don't know, but I don't think so. I never saw
him go off with anybody, nor did he ever speak of anyone. We sailors,
often talk about our flings whether with women or with men. Alano never
told me anything. Why are you so interested?"

Abdul did not reply.

Then Guy turned to me, "What are you doing this evening?"

"Why?"

"Well, I'm free tonight and I thought... Do you live far from here?"

"No"

"Do you live alone?"

"Yes"

"Why don't you invite me over? From the way you're looking at me, I'd
say that I'm your type..."

"Maybe another time. I'm not ready to go home yet."

"Too bad. Well then, I'm going to another tavern, who knows if I'll find
a companion. I really don't want to spend another night alone. Thanks
for the wine, anyway, friend."

As soon as the sailor had left, Abdul asked me, "Didn't you tell me last
night that you liked that boy?"

"Yes, I like him quite alot."

"Well then, why didn't you take him home? He was willing and he likes
you..."

"I didn't want you leave you alone. I'd promised you that I would stay
here tonight."

He looked at me and wrinkled his brow, but said nothing. I was thinking
about what to tell him when he asked me, "Have you ever been in love?"

"Not yet, but I'm still young. There still is time, no? And then,
perhaps, I'm afraid to fall in love, because afterwards I can really get
hurt."

"Yes, but it's worth it. It's really beautiful. Anyway, it's not
anything you can decide for yourself, when you find the right person, it
just happens and that's it. You can't fall in love or fall out of love
of your own will."

"You really miss Alano, don't you?"

"Yes"

"Have you had another, after him?"

"Yes, a few flings, but in my heart and in my mind there is only him.
There's no room for anyone else."

"Does it really hurt?"

"Yes"

"I wish... I wish, I could do something for you, but what?"

"It doesn't matter. There's nothing to be done."

Again we fell silent.

After a while I got up. "I'm going. Will we see each other on Thursday?"

"Yes, I'm going too. I'll walk with you."

We walked in silence until we reached my house. Here we said goodnight.
I would have asked him up, but I didn't feel like it; the moment wasn't
right, it seemed to me. But he, after making two steps away from me,
stopped, turned back and came near me again.

"Will you come to the Genovese tomorrow night?"

"I really don't feel like it. Why don't you come here to my place
instead?" I asked him with a lump in my throat.

He thought about it for a while and then said, "I'll stop by the
Genovese first, I can't miss that, then I'll decide if... You'll be
home, right?"

"Yes, You'll remember your way here, won't you?"

"Of course."

"I'll be waiting."

"I don't know if I'll make it," he said as he walked away quickly.

Late the next night, I heard a knock at my door. It was him. I was
thrilled. We sat down next to each other and I offered him a smoke. He
spoke again of Alano, and then fell silent.

Then he looked deep into my eyes and said, "I like you Lorenzo, but
you're not my Alano."

"I like you very much too, and I know very well that I could never take
the place of your Alano.

"I have the desire to make love, I really feel the need of it. I'd
gladly do it with you, but it would only be a physical thing, you
understand?"

"Yes, of course. I really want you too, from the first day I saw you,
but I didn't have the nerve to tell you."

"Let's get undressed."

I'd finally succeeded. I felt excited and thrilled. I watched him
undress slowly in the flickering light of the oil lamp. Following his
lead, I did the same, my hands trembling with excitement.

When he was naked, he sat down on my bed, resting on his elbow with his
legs apart, and he began to slowly massage himself provoking an
erection. He had a lean but beautiful body. A long scar ran from below
his left nipple down to his side, yet it did not mar his beauty. There
was a triangle of thick blond hair on his chest, and a velvety covering
of blond hairs on his arms and legs. Everything about him pleased and
excited me. He looked at me with his usual sullen expression, but he
watched attentively as I slowly revealed my body to his gaze.

When I was finally naked, I approached him. I was already completely
erect and was slightly trembling in anticipation of the contact with
that beautiful, sensual body that I had desired for so long. My eyes
were beguiled and magnetized to his hand that still lightly massagged
the length of his trembling spear, now completely rigid, and pulsating.
He was circumcised, and the tip of his  purple satin member glistened,
and was adorned with a tiny, shimmering, liquid pearl.

I got up on my knees on the bed and he grabbed me by my flanks and drew
me to him. He kissed me forcefully on the mouth and his tongue sought
out my own nearly parched tongue. Then he had me lay down at his side.
My hands glided over his body exploring its full length and discovering
the firm consistency and intense warmth that emanated from it.

Siezed by the excitement, I murmured, "You're beautiful, you know?"

He looked at me seriously, then said, "You're exciting. I really need a
beautiful body to admire and to touch."

One of his hands caressed between my legs, then took hold of my tool.
With the other hand he twisted my nipples then caressed up and down the
length my side, then my shoulders, and at last stopped at my face,
making me quiver when he lightly passed the tip of his finger over my
lips. That quiver traveled from the roots of my hair down to the tips of
my toes, then settled itself on my cock, by now at its hardest and still
held tightly in his strong hand.

He had me turn on my side and he leaned against me from behind, pressing
his cock between my buttocks and caressing my chest and belly with both
his hands. I pushed myself against him in a mute request to be
penetrated, but he didn't do it. He continued to squeeze me, caress me,
and press himself against me making me feel the full measure of his
desire.

He sighed, "There's no rush, Lorenzo. I'll take you, but not just yet.
Now I want to touch you, squeeze you...feel your yearning for me."

We continued to caress and stroke each other, allowing our emotions to
flow freely, but holding back our burgeoning excitement

At a certain point Abdul was no longer able to hold back, and somewhat
severely directed me to get on my hands and knees. He knelt down behind
me, grabbed my flanks and resolutely pointed his hard, firery spear at
my opening and pushing, thrust it completely into me.

Then he bent down on top of me and held me firmly by the shoulders while
he nibbled at my ear lobes and my neck, and he began to impale me
vigourously, in a determined rhythm. It was beautiful to feel him
sliding in and out of me so hard and strong.  With encouraging little
words I urged him on, and then he let himself go, bringing me very
intense pleasure. He moved it in with such skill so as to provoke in me
a strong and growing excitement.

When he finally came, deeply inside me, I came too, abundantly, and
without even touching myself. Abdul struck a few last vigourous blows,
then rested inside me, motionless, as he slowly began to relax. We slid
onto the surface of the bed, still breathing heavily, and with his cock
still embedded deeply within me, we slowly calmed down.

Then Adbul peeled himself away from me and laid down on his back at my
side and coverd his eyes with his folded arm. I caressed him delicately
on the cheek.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, but it has been such a long time since I've made love in a good
way. Just some quick encounters at the hamam, some quick tryst in the
woods with a stranger. I'd wanted to do it better with you, but I didn't
know how to restrain myself."

"It pleased me very much anyway. If you want we will have other
opportunities to make love calmly and at length. Do you want to get
together again?"

"Yes, but as I've told you, I'm always waiting for Alano. You shouldn't
delude yourself."

"I know it, of course. When he returns I will stand aside, have no
fear."

When he was relaxed Abdul made to get dressed, but I grabbed him by the
hand.

"Not yet, I beg you."  I told him, "It pleases me to see you naked."

"What is it you find beautiful about me?"

"A lot of things. You're a virile man, yet so sweet, despite your rough
appearance. I wonder how beautiful you would be if you smiled. Ever
since I first met you, I've never seen you smile."

"I used to smile when I was with Alano. Apart from him, life has given
me little to smile about. I don't remember my parents; I was kidnapped
when I was very young and sold as a slave. When I was eight years old,
my master raped me. When I was older, I managed to escape and so I
entered the ranks of the janissaries; hard discipline but lots of
privileges. Then I met Alano and I seemed to be reborn. Finally, my life
made sense and was worth something, but soon they took him away from me,
they separated us. What do I have to smile about?"

"Why didn't you go with him?"

"I would have, but before I knew it, they took him aboard a ship. They
confined me to the barracks for a month. Our love was too scandalous,
and we made no effort to hide it.

"Couldn't you go and look for him?"

"Where would I go? The world is too vast, and I had no idea where he
could be."

I didn't know what else to say, so I caressed him and he allowed it. His
stared fixed into the emptiness, his mind immersed in who knows what
thoughts. He then turned to look at me, and without changing his
expression, he gave me a light caress.

"Now I must go."

"Will you come back?"

"If you want me to."

"Tomorrow night?"

"First I must go and wait for him, just as today."

"Do you want me to come and keep you company?"

"No. Wait for me here."

We saw each other nearly every night, when it wasn't his watch. Bit by
bit his method of making love with me grew more gentle, though staying
full of vigor, but it never grew sentimental. Still, I never saw him
smile. Sometimes he confided in me, but always with just a few words.

In the meantime my business was improving, slowly but surely. I
certainly wasn't rich, but I was doing quite well. I had been able to
rent a shop in the bazaar, on which I had put a large painted sign with,
"The Venetian", written on it in several languages.

And so passed nearly a year and a half. Abdul was in fact, my steady
lover, neither he nor I sought out other encounters. But it was clear
that between us there was only a strong friendship, the reciprocation of
physical desire, but not love. Still, bit by bit, besides making love,
we had begun to pass time together in other ways. Sometimes just to walk
around the city or to go see some show or circus.

One evening I was waiting for him as usual, but he was late in coming. I
was incertain whether to wait longer or to go out and look for him, when
there came a knock at the door. I went to answer; it was Abdul.

"Come in. I'd feared that you wouldn't come anymore."

He came in, closed the door, and then in a whisper he asked me in an
urgent tone, "I must ask you a really big favor. I don't know who else
to trust. If you refuse, I'll understand, and I won't hold it against
you."

Seeing the tense expression on his face and hearing the raspy tone of
his voice, I was worried and I asked him, "What's it about? What's
happening? Are you in some kind of danger?"

"I might be, but not yet. There's a person downstairs...Could you put
him up for a while."

I pondered this for a moment then I felt myself tremble, not really from
fear, but from the excitement I felt for him.

"Alano? He's here?"

"Yes, and I don't want them to find him out. I can't take him to my
house, you understand, and it's not a good idea for him to stay at an
inn."

"Have him come up right away, then."

"That's what you really want?"

"Of course! Am I or am I not your friend?"

He nodded, went downstairs, and after a while came back with another
person and brought him in. Alano was much different from what I'd
imagined him to be. He was a bit taller than I, solid, with brown wavy
hair, and brown eyes highlighted with flecks of gold that sparkled
vivaciously with every movement. He wore the classic French sailors'
uniform, and carried a sack over his shoulder. They entered and closed
the door carefully behind them. He greeted me with a vigorous and firm
handshake, and looked me straight in the eyes with a smiling expression.

"So, you are Lorenzo."

"That's right, and you are Alano. I'm glad that you've returned."

"Me too. Abdul has spoken to me about you."

"And to me of you."

Abdul was tense and visibly thrilled. He did not take his eyes off his
lover. We talked. Alano had finally been able to return and he had not
forgotten his Abdul, with whom he was deeply in love. When they had
forced him to leave, they had made him believe that Abdul had tired of
him and they warned him against returning to Istanbul. Therefore Alano
never came back, and he'd even tried to forget him. But he wasn't able
to. So, finally he decided to see him again, and to speak with him one
last time. As soon as he'd disembarked, he'd gone to the Genovese, where
they had met each other so many times before, to ask for news of Abdul,
and he knew that he'd certainly find him there that same evening. And so
he'd waited and they finally encountered one another and Alano
discovered that Abdul had never stopped loving him and waiting for him.

I asked them what they intended to do. Abdul said that he would leave
everything behind and would depart with Alano. But it wasn't possible to
embark on Alano's ship, besides, Abdul would have to go away and
disguise himself or they would certainly detain him. We discussed these
thing among ourselves. They must also be careful not the be seen
together in the city because some zealous official might recognize them
from the events that had occured four years before. It would be too
dangerous.

Observing how they looked at each other, I could read the mutual desire
in their eyes. Then I stood up.

"I'm going out for a while. Lock yourselves in and make yourselves at
home. When I come back I'll knock three times, then once, then twice.
Open the door only for me."

Abdul got up squeezed both my hands, looking me straight in the eyes.

"Thank you, Lorenzo. You're truly a friend, a dear friend."

I went out. I walked for a long time to allow them all the time they
needed. After years it was the first time that the two lovers could be
alone. In a way it saddened me, because I understood that now Abdul
would no longer have any interest in me, but on the other hand I was
glad that they'd finally found each other again. One only had to see how
they looked at each other to understand how much they were in love. It
must be wonderful to be so in love. It had been more that four years
since they'd seen each other and nothing about their love had changed.

The night was warm and quiet. There was no one on the streets. Only when
I arrived at the port did I see some activity. Under torches they were
unloading cargo from a Pisan ship. I sat down on a large roll of rope
and and watched the sailors work. Some were young and rather attractive.
After a while one of them came to sit next to me. We exchanged a few
words, but really wasn't my type, and soon his foreman called him back
and the sailor returned to his work.

When I noticed that the sky had begun to brighten slightly, I thought
that it was time to return to the house. Already the early birds were
leaving their homes on their way to work. Soon I too would have to go to
the marketplace and open my shop.

I went up and knocked with our fixed signal. After a bit Alano opend the
door. He had a sleepy expression on his face. He was alone; Abdul had
had to return.

"Thank your for last night, it was really good of you. You had to spend
the night alone because of us."

"You both had the right to a bit of privacy, I think."

"But you? I took Abdul away from you."

"You know about him and me?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes, Abdul told me everything, that's why I told you that I took him
from you."

"He's never really been mine. He thought only of you the whole time.
I've been only a diversion for him."

"No, not a diversion. You've been a good friend and you're showing it
even now. I'm glad that he met you."

"Aren't you jealous?"

"What right do I have to be jealous? Besides, now I know that he loves
me, and that he will never stop loving me."

"Have you decided what to do?"

Alano told me what they were thinking about. Abdul would have to sell
his house, gather all of his belongings and they would try to flee to
Provenza, Alano's place of origin. But they had to do everything in a
way not to raise any suspicion, because a jannisary cannot leave
whenever he wants to and they would certainly never let him go. The only
way a jannisary could leave his post would be to die at it. In the
meantime, Alano could not allow himself to be seen wandering around.

I went to the bazaar, but my thoughts were completely lost to the events
that were happening. That evening I closed my shop, bought a bit of
food, and returned home. I prepared dinner and we ate. It being very
warm, Alano was shirtless and was wearing only his sailors britches. His
chest was muscular and slightly hairy around his broad shoulders. His
belly however was hairless, flat and firm.

I felt attracted to him but I tried not to let him see it so as not to
embarrass him. Besides, it didn't seem right to try anything with my
friend's lover. But the desire to see him naked grew in me, the desire
to touch that decidedly distracting body. When something is, so to
speak, prohibited, it often becomes much more appetizing.

Abdul arrived a bit later and I left them alone. In the meantime, I had
a copy of the key to my door made and I gave it to Abdul so that they
could come and go more freely. I had also suggested to them that they
leave me a signal on the door to let me know when I could enter without
risk of disturbing them during their effusions of love.

When I returned, I saw the signal on the door, so I went it. They were
still both at home. Abdul had already found a buyer for his house and he
thought that he could leave within the week. They were thinking how to
leave the city without too many risks or problems, when I made my
proposal to them.

"I intend to do some traveling, I want a change. So I've been thinking
of going too. If you take a ship that goes directly to Europe, you know
that the checkpoints are much more precise and strict. What do you say
to going first to Egypt, then from there you two could take a ship to
Sicily and from there you can go north? Alano could travel with me,
passing as a merchant, a business partner. You, Abdul, should disguise
yourself and travel only so far as Egypt. Alano and I could also
transport your possessions and your money, that way you can travel more
securly. As merchants it wouldn't seem strange for us to have lots of
money and cargo."

We discussed it and my idea was gratefully accepted right away, then we
filled in the details. Abdul would trim his moustache and he would cut
his long blonde hair and tint it a clear brown. I would get him the suit
in the style of a Romanian, and he was certain he could procure false
Papal discharge papers in which he would be known as a certain Flavio di
Guilio, a citizen of Rome. Alano, meanwhile, would pass himself off as a
subject of the Duke of Savoy, my partner. Abdul would depart officially
for Morocco, stopping first in Egypt, a few days before us.

When everything was set, as soon as Abdul had gathered his things and
his more than ample wealth, Alano and I took everything to my storeroom
and Abdul departed. On my advice he took with him a bit of money and he
swallowed a few precious stones of some value. We didn't accompany him
to the port so as not to be seen together, but from a distance I saw him
embark getting past the document check without any problem and I saw the
ship weigh anchor.

The following week Alano and I had finished all of our preparations and
with all my wares and with Abdul's possessions, we too weighed anchor
for Egypt without any problem.

"What a beautiful story, Sire. It really moved me. But weren't you sad
to lose a great lover like Abdul?"

"Certainly, but at the same time I was also sincerely happy that he
found his Alano again. Anyway Abdul had been my lover for a year and a
half and it had been wonderful to make love with him."

"But it's a pity that you didn't also make love with Alano!"

"Well, the story doesn't really end here, you know?"

"You mean that you made love with Alano as well, Sire?"

"I'll tell you about it tomorrow, Poletto. But now I have the urge to do
something with you."

"This time you'll do it the way Abdul did it with you, won't you, my
lord?"

"If that's what you want."

"Yes, indeed! Are the Turks skillful at making love?"

"Abdul was indeed very good at it."

"What position should I take, to have you do it in the way Abdul did it
with you, sire?"

"This is how it's done. Come here, like this, on your side. I'll lay
down behind you, like this. Now you bring up this knee..."

"But this way you can't kiss me on the mouth, sire."

"Abdul used to kiss me after he'd taken me, and in this way he'd make me
come."

"Well then, we'll do it that way too, this time, alright?"

"Of course, Poletto."

"Did Alano and Abdul do it this way too?"

"How should I know, but be still now. Do you want to make love tonight,
or do you just want to chat?"

"No, no, I don't want to talk. With you I'm always eager to make love,
you're so good at it."

Lorenzo smeared some cream onto the boy's little hole. He leaned into
him from behind, and embracing him tightly, began to penetrate him.
Poletto moaned.

"Am I hurting you?" the man asked, pausing for a moment.

"No, hardly at all now. I like it more all the time, just as you said I
would, dear master."

"And do you like it?"

"And how! Push harder; don't be afraid of hurting me. Do it like the
first time your were with Abdul, when he didn't know how to hold back. I
would really like it like that too, I can sense it."

Once he'd penetrated him, Lorenzo began to move himself inside with long
and slow, back and forth motions, savoring Poletto's tight but welcoming
little asshole. The boy panted in the grips of the growing pleasure.

"It pleases you, doesn't it, Poletto?

"Oh yes, my lord. Each time you take me in a different way and each time
it seems more wonderful than the time before. Push more, let me feel all
of it, don't worry about hurting me." The boy said, and he began to
stroke his own cock.

Lorenzo removed the boy's hand replacing it with his own, delicately
caressing the hard and quivering member.

"You musn't come just yet, Polo, I don't want you to. Abdul never made
me come while he was fucking me, except for that first time. I always
came afterwards. It pleased him to look me in the face as I reached my
climax."

"As you wish...as you wish...how wonderful..."

"What are you feeling, Poletto? Tell me..."

"Your beautiful, hard cock filling me completely, and you as you stoke
the fire in my ass."

"And then, Polo, what then?"

"Then I like how you squeeze my nipples, it makes me crazy with
pleasure."

"And then?

"And then I like it how you stroke my cock."

They went on like that until Lorenzo grasped the boy close to himself
and began to deliver harder, more determined thrusts. Poletto shuddered
with pleasure and pushed against that club that hammered his insides,
and he moaned in the throes of delirium of the senses, "Yes, like
that...yes, how beautiful...yes."

Lorenzo struck one last blow with all his force and remained deep
inside, and pushing and pulling the boy against him, he emptied himself
in him in a series of long and potent spurts. They stayed like that,
adhered together, breathing heavily for several sweet moments, then
slowly Lorenzo drew himself out and laid on his back. He turned the boy
around, making him lie down on top of him, embracing and kissing him.

"Now, Polo, I want you to slip it into me, and fuck me until you come
inside me."

"Me to you, my lord?" he asked incredulously.

"Of course, you know very well that I like it, don't you?"

"But Abdul never let you put it in him, did he?"

"Not him. But now it's just you and me, and I've been thinking for a
while that I'd like to feel your beautiful cock completely inside me.
Come on, take me and make me happy."

Lorenzo spread his legs and raised them up against his chest, and
offered himself in that way to the boy. Poletto tried to penetrate the
man, but wasn't able. Then Lorenzo took the boy's cock in his hand and
guided it to his pulsating asshole. When Poletto felt the heat just
inside him, he began to push.

"Do you like it, Poletto?"

"Oh yes, I'm sliding into you...how wonderful...it's so hot. But does it
please you too, my lord?"

"Yes, go on, push, slip it all the way inside me. That's it, just like
that. Good boy. Ok, fuck me now, go on, make it feel good."

And so for the first time Poletto experienced the joy of giving, and it
gave him so much pleasure that after only a few strokes, he reached a
powerful orgasm. As he emptied himself into Lorenzo, he let out a hoarse
scream of pleasure. Trembling, he  collapsed on the man's body who
caressed him for a long time until he felt that the boy was completely
relaxed.

Then he whispered to him, "You've pleased me, you know, my sweet little
man. Each time you are becoming more skillful at making love."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 7

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