Date: Fri, 15 Jan 1999 21:13:28 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: priest-02

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I started writing gay stories in 1985 and to now I wrote about 80 of
them. Being Italian, of course I wrote them in Italian. Now, many of my
friends asked me to translate them in English. But my English, also if
understandable, is surely not a "literary" one: I can't know all the
nuances and literary tricks I can use in Italian. I need somebody
revising my translation. Now, I found a person that is kindly helping me
with my stories. But I can't ask to one single person to help me with
all of my stories. So, if amongst you there is somebody (with a good
English style) that thinks this unpaid work worthy, and wants to help
me, I would be really happy. If such a person exists, can send me an
e-mail at:

andrejkoymasky@geocities.com

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PRIEST, FOREVER - 2
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1999
written the 21st of January, 1995
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by Alun.

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"PRIEST, FOREVER" 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, ore
because you think yo really want to read it, please be my welcomed
guest.

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BENIAMINO

Don Marco set to prepare his homilies, with diligence. Then he asked Don
Sergio to read them. The old Priest fully approved them and with
enthusiasm, "Beautiful, full of vigour and gentleness. And of sound
doctrinal teachings. I'm grateful to you, Don Marco. It's just a pity
that the presents will be few and even less the listeners. But, who
knows, we always hope that the good seed falls on fertile land, at least
once in a while. If your homilies were useful even to just one person,
it would have been worth to do them, remember it."

The Sunday, at the door of the church, after the Mass, Don Marco stopped
to talk with Maestro Perri, "My compliments, and thank you very much for
your sermon. You touched my heart. It has been a real pleasure to listen
to you."

"Well, thank you. If just somebody else listened..."

"Eh, who knows. I hope so."

"You were the only man, in the church."

"Yes, poor Domenico is ill. Normally he comes quite often. It is a
desolation to see the church almost empty."

"Maestro, why don't you play the pipe organ at the ten 'o clock Mass
next Sunday ?"

"I would do it most willingly, but the organ is broken and to repair it
is too expensive."

"But, don't you play the violin?"

"Yes, sure."

"Then, come with your violin and play it from the choir, I pray you."

"Well, yes, it would be a good idea. You may count on that, I will
prepare something during this week!"

"Thank you. And tell me, where is Domenico house? I would like to go and
visit him, as he cannot come to the church."

"Oh, he will be glad. Come, I will show you the way."

Don Marco, in his free time, was going around the village greeting
people, asking the name of youth and child and remembering them so that
he was able to greet them by name when he met them again. He helped old
people to carry their heavy loads and he went to visit whoever he heard
was ill. Little by little everybody started to greet him, even those who
continued to stay away from church.

One evening, while he was strolling and chatting with the Maestro, they
passed in front of the village tavern. From inside came music and a
merry racket, "They are amusing themselves." the Maestro said, shaking
his head.

"Why not to go inside to drink a glass of wine?"

"To the tavern? But, Don Marco..."

"Why not? I bet that not one of those people inside that tavern never
comes to church. So, I think it right that I be the one who goes to meet
them."

"But, a Priest in a tavern!"

"I believe that Our Lord would have gone into a tavern, even if it isn't
written in the Gospel. And to drink a glass of good wine, cannot do us
arm. Come on, Maestro."

"Well, all right. Let's go", the Maestro said, quite uncertain that it
was a very good idea.

They entered and for a moment the silence dropped. Don Marco greeted,
"Good evening everybody", and went to a corner where there was an empty
table and the two men sat down.

The tavern keeper went to their table: "Reverend, Maestro. It is an
honour...", he said with a suspicious air.

"Two glasses of white wine, the good one", Don Marco said putting a coin
on the table.

"Two special whites for the Reverend", the host shouted towards the
tavern boy and put the change on the table.

The boy came with the two glasses and put them on the table. He looked
at the Priest with a provocative air and a brazen smile. "What's your
name, Priest?" he asked aloud.

"Don Marco."

"Dommarco? What name is that? Domenico, Domiziano, domestic, donnish...
but dommarco?" the boy said and everybody laughed aloud.

The Priest laughed, "Well thought. And you, what's your name?"

"I? I am Beniamino." the boy answered, clownishly bowing.

Don Marco smiled to him: "A very nice name, just right for a boy with
such bright and gentle eyes." he said.

The boy looked at him, surprised. Suddenly became serious and mumbled:
"Thank you.  Nobody ever said such a kind thing to me."

The boy went away to serve other customers, but time and time again
looked towards the Priest. Another of the customers pushed towards the
Priest one of the girls who were in the tavern, "You don't ask her her
name?" he shouted aloud and laughing at the same time.

Everybody turned to look, attentive and amused. Before the Priest had
time to say something, Beniamino intervened saying aloud "Hey, Filippo,
why don't you play another song? A nice gavotte, go on, so I can dance
with Margherita! Right, Margherita?" he said taking the girl who had
been pushed towards Don Marco and bringing her away.

Several couples formed and danced. At the end Don Marco clapped his
hands and soon also the Maestro clapped, then other people. Then, the
man who had played, went near the Maestro and said, "Maestro, why don't
you play something for us?"

"I don't know, it's not necessary."

"Yes, Maestro, please!" Beniamino said.

"Please?", Don Marco said.

So, the Maestro stood up with a shy smile, took the violin that the man
was handling him and started. He played sweet music, sad and merry at
the same time, with tones of a tzigane music. Everybody listened in a
perfect silence and Beniamino, leaning against the girl, continued to
look at the face of the young Priest.

Everybody was silent as the last note was played and then everybody
clapped his/her hands. One of the men offered to the Maestro and to the
Priest a second glass of wine, that both accepted. The atmosphere in the
tavern was back again to the usual. After a while the two men stood up,
said their farewells and proceeded towards the exit.

At the door Beniamino barred their way, "Promise me that you'll come
again!" he said, determined.

"Willingly, Beniamino", the Priest answered with a smile.

"I rely on that, Don Marco. I count on that." the boy said with a
radiant smile.

When they were outside, the Priest said: "A good boy, that Beniamino."

"Yes, perhaps. Do you know how he earns a living?"

"Working as a tavern boy, no?"

"And selling his body to men. That's why at the beginning he provoked
you in that way."

"Poor boy. Who knows what pushed him to such a painful deed?"

"He was left an orphan of both parents when he was still a child, he was
eleven. Abandoned to himself."

"Doesn't he have relatives?"

"Nobody, at least here in our village. His parents had just moved here
and nobody knew them. His father was ill and he died after one year. And
his mother killed herself one month after his death."

"My God! Poor boy! He has to be really lonely, notwithstanding his
carefree air. He has very beautiful eyes. He still has a clear soul."

"Perhaps."

Beniamino was a very beautiful boy, of an unripe beauty but he yet had a
well shaped body, for his seventeen years. When he was left orphan for a
while he made a living begging. Until a day, while he was picking
blackberries in the bushes, two soldiers of the castle grabbed him,
dragged him into the bush and while one of them kept the boy still, the
other had lowered his breeches and raped him. Then the two men shifted
places and the second soldier raped Beniamino. The boy was twelve. 
After a while two monks going up to the Abbey found the boy, thin as a
rake, naked and sobbing. They succoured him, tried to understand what
happened to the boy, but Beniamino was too ashamed to tell them. He just
cried and kept silent. The two monks covered his body and took him to
the Abbey. At the beginning Beniamino felt good. He had a pallet of food
and  clothes. He helped in the kitchen. What he didn't really like was
that life settled by the slightest details, but he didn't have nothing
better. At fourteen he had become a nice lad, plump and mischievous,
restless. He had to be often punished for his infractions to the Abbey
rules. Once he was caught secretly drinking the Abbot's wine and was
brought to Dom Cesare. The Abbot decided to give him an exemplar
punishment. Made the boy lower his breeches, lye on his lap and begun to
beat him with a paddle. Beniamino felt pain even if not so strong, but
together he felt pleasure and became aroused. The Abbot noticed that and
having always had a strong liking for boys, he too become aroused. He
stopped beating the boy and started to caress his reddened little ass.

"Beniamino, I don't want to hurt you, you are such a handsome boy. Why
do you always do wrong things?" the man asked him with a suddenly sweet
voice.

Beniamino liked those caresses: "I don't know", he answered with
emotion.

The Abbott hand was now caressing inside the boy's thighs, then reached
his hard member and caressed it.

"Oh, Beniamino!" the Abbot murmured, preying on his desire.

He made the boy stand up, pulled out the boy loose shirt and caressed
him on the chest, than again on the ass and one of his fingers rummaged
into the fold, lingered to titillate the small hidden hole and Beniamino
quivered. The Abbot pulled the boy to him and kissed him. Beniamino,
docile, let the man do what he pleased. And let him do anything, even
when the Abbot turned him around, penetrated him with unexpected
gentleness. Beniamino liked it very much. How different this was from
that time the soldiers raped him by doing the same thing! The Abbot
caressed him, kissed him, said to him sweet words, while pushing his
manly rod in and out of the boy's small, tight, warm hole. He took the
boy for quite a long while, until at last the man tensed, throbbed and
unloaded himself in the depth of the boy, lowly moaning like a wounded
bear.

But then, the Abbott seemed to became once again the hard and severe man
he always had been: "Beniamino, you are the son of the Devil! You made
me yield to temptation! Go away, away, I don't want to see you any
more!" the man said with burning eyes.

Beniamino didn't understand what was now happening, hurriedly dressed
and went out of the room. The Abbot gave orders so that the boy was sent
away from the Abbey. He asked the tavern host, a tenant of the Abbey, to
take the boy and to make him work and live there. But the Abbot desired
the boy. So, when it was time to go to meet the host to control his
incomes and to receive the tithe, the Abbot, with the excuse he wanted
to personally check the situation, went down to the village. He went to
the tavern keeper house and asked the man to send him Beniamino with the
books of accounts.

When the Abbot was alone with the boy, pulled him in his arms, started
to kiss him, lowered his breeches, made the boy bend on the table and,
from behind, he again carnally united to the boy with vigour, until his
greed was again sated. The host was a shrewd man. He had guessed, by the
Abbot glance and by the boy's expression, what  had happened. And
thought to have a gain on that. After all, if the boy let the Abbot fuck
him, he could do that with other people and the host could make good
money from that.

He did notice, for instance, how the soldiers Captain always looked at
Beniamino. So, one night, the host went where the boy was sleeping. The
man was not interested in boys, but he had to be sure, therefore,
sitting near Beniamino, he woke the boy up and asked him to give him
head. At first the boy was astounded. He never did such a thing before.
But when the host pulled out his good stake and the boy had it in his
hands, the boy felt excited and willingly complied to the strange
request. He liked the feeling of the hard and throbbing meat inside his
mouth, against his tongue and sucked, bobbing his head up and down,
guided by the man's hands, until the host exploded in his mouth.
Beniamino, quite instinctively, drank all the warm cream.

"Did you like it, Beniamino?" the man asked while putting back his
member inside his trousers.

"Yes." the boy quietly answered.

Then the host made a short speech to the boy: "Listen, as you like doing
those things and seeing that there is people that likes you, if you let
them fuck you, each time I'll give you a copper coin. OK?" So Beniamino
did it with the Captain, then with others and at times again with the
Abbot.

He was sixteen when he had two peculiar adventures. The first was in the
spring. Coming back to the village after an errand he did for the host,
he was crossing the Counts' woods, his personal game reserve. Feeling a
little tired for the long walk, he lay down in a small clearing, under
the sun. The Count, riding his horse, passed that way, saw the boy and
stopped, "What are you doing here? Don't you know that nobody can enter
my game reserve? Who are you?"

"I'm doing nothing bad, My Lord. I'm the tavern boy and was going back
to the village and was just resting a little. Passing through the woods
this way is a lot shorter." Beniamino said standing up and bowing to the
man.

The Count dismounted his horse, tied the reins to a branch and
approached the boy: "You should deserve a punishment." he said looking
the boy up and down.

"My Lord, I did no evil."

"You entered my wood without my authorisation." the Count said, walking
around the boy and looking at him carefully.

Beniamino read in the man's eyes lust. He was an expert, nowadays and
thought to profit of that to get himself out of trouble.

"My Lord Count, tell me how can I receive your forgiveness. Anything you
want, I'm ready", he said with a tempting voice.

"Anything, you say?" the man asked, visibly attracted.

"Sure, My Lord, anything and with pleasure."

"With pleasure?" the man asked leaning his whip handle between the boy's
legs and brushing lightly against his basket.

Beniamino just untied his breeches twines and let them slip down to his
hips. He saw the Count eyes shine with lust.

"Turn back, then." the man said with hoarse voice, happy for the fast
availability of the boy and grasped him by the hips. "Bend a little
forward, boy", he commanded, then penetrated Beniamino in a few strokes.

Beniamino knew very well how to give pleasure to men. He moved and waved
slightly his little back, to meet the thrusts of the excited man. The
Count had always loved girls and boys, but he really liked this one. He
rode Beniamino with a wild pleasure, increased by the evident pleasure
the boy was showing while taking his rod. How different that boy was
from the other country or servant boys or girls, that pleased the Count
just out of fear. And finally the Count unloaded with a cry of victory,
deep inside the boy.

"You are a good boy." the Count said to him afterwards. "I don't want to
punish you. And, by the way, I often come here alone to ride on Sundays
morning."

"I understood, My lord."

"If you'll be here for me, I'll give you a coin, my boy."

"You can count on it, My Lord."

The second adventure, happened in Summer. Beniamino, on a Sunday
afternoon, was at the torrent behind the hill to bathe himself. It was a
quiet and secluded place he had discovered some two years before. There
he could undress completely, wallow in the fresh waters, then lye under
the sun to dry. In two years, nobody ever passed in that spot. On
Sundays the tavern was closed, so all the time was free for him. In the
morning he had gone to the usual meeting with the Count. He went back to
the tavern just to eat, and now was enjoying the warm afternoon. He was
stretched on the grass, naked, his eyes closed, when a shadow
intercepted his closed eyelids. He looked up, and recognized Giannotto.
He sat up. The man was looking at him with a smile. When he met
Beniamino's eyes, the man said, "Hey, do you know that you are a really
handsome boy?" and, crouching near him, he passed his hand on the boy's
chest, on his belly and then on his genitals that at once answered to
that caress, swelling. "Do you like that, eh, little rascal!"

"Yes."

"I too, like it. Feel here, how hard it has become. It's a long while
since I have had sex, and even if you unhappily aren't a girl...", the
man said, starting to undress.

Beniamino thought that the man had a really nice body, even if a little
too hairy. The man made the boy lye again on the grass and lied on him.
Beniamino widened his legs, offering himself to the man. Giannotto put
the boy's legs on his shoulders and started to enter him. The boy
welcomed him into his warm channel, very excited and they started to
make love. Giannotto took him with a passion that the boy never meet in
other men. This one was caressing him, kissing him, holding him with
vigour and tenderness at the same time, while pumping inside him with
fiery and hot joy.

"Boy, you're better than a woman." the man murmured at the end,
satisfied, caressing the boy.

"And you are a true man." the boy sighed.

"Modestly, I am. Boy, I want you again."

"On Saturdays afternoons, here?" Beniamino proposed.

"Yes, perfect. You are the tavern boy, right?"

"Yes."

"And do you know who am I?"

"Yes."

"You'll not betray me?"

"Never, I swear."

"Be careful, beware!" the man said in a menacing tone, dressed again and
left.

Beniamino thought for a moment about following him, to stay with him and
to be his boy. But after all it was more pleasurable in the tavern life
than the wild life with an outlaw.

Winter came and Beniamino didn't go anymore to his Sunday's meetings as
it was too cold, in the open. The Count himself had said to him that it
was better to stop. The boy, reluctantly had said that to Giannotto too.
But one evening the tavern keeper, with a worried and mysterious air,
told Beniamino to go into the stable. Surprisingly to Beniamino stood
Giannotto who said, "I couldn't resist any more. I want you."

"But, to come to the village, it's dangerous for you."

"But it's worthy. Come here, quick", the man said pulling the boy on a
heap of hay.

That rough man, not so clean and yet tender, fascinated Beniamino, that
he gave himself to Giannotto without further fuss. He liked feeling that
strong manly body on him, he liked to feel how the man entered him with
so much pleasure and virile gentleness. He liked to enjoy him, for him,
with him and making the man enjoy him.

Giannotto's visits became regular. Until somebody recognized him and
reported his visits to the Count. So, one evening the Captain with four
soldiers entered the tavern, "Where is Giannotto?" he asked to the
bewildered clients.

"There is no Giannotto, here. And you have no right to enter here, if
not as normal clients as this tavern belongs to the Abbey and is not
under the Count jurisdiction!", said the host worriedly.

The Captain ordered his soldiers to search the tavern and started
beating the host who was opposing him. Beniamino blocked the Captains
arm before another blow was struck, but then the man gave the boy a
backhanded slap.

"Captain! You don't behave so, when you come to fuck my ass!" Beniamino
hissed looking hard into the man's eyes. The Captain stopped and looked
at him grimly. Beniamino, in a whisper, continued: "Go away and never
come back with the soldiers. Or else I will tell everybody the real
reason why, so often, you come to drink wine here." So the Captain
called back his men and went out, furious.

Beniamino leaned to help the host who was lying on the ground, "Brighten
up, everybody! Nothing happened!" the boy said aloud and started again
to serve the clients, with a wide smile.

The Captain never again showed up at the tavern.

Beniamino begged Giannotto not to risk coming to the Inn again, "Let's
wait for the weather being fine again, I'll come to meet you." he said
to the man with affection.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3

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