Date: Fri, 24 Sep 2010 09:18:19 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Secret Memories of Lord Moriesson 17/20 (historical and encounters)

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THE SECRET MEMORIES OF LORD MORIESSON
By Andrej Koymasky © 2010
Written on July 27, 2002
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Brian

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE SECRET MEMORIES OF LORD MORIESSON" 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 17 - How I discovered that Paris is the capital city of
licentiousness

Paris is really a special city. Not only for the beautiful mansions that
adorn it, for the elegant clothes you can see in its streets, for the
luxury that seems to reign almost everywhere, although I have also seen
boroughs where the blackest poverty reigns, but for some of its
peculiarity that really left me speechless.

But let's proceed in order. As I reached Paris, I found lodging at the
Auberge des Printainiers, a hotel not far from the Bastille, a gloomy
fortress where the king of France imprisons his enemies. This hotel is
one of the meeting points of the provincial aristocracy coming to Paris,
mainly the youths of the lesser aristocracy, therefore in its halls
there always is a merry and lively atmosphere. Richard had advised me to
go to this hotel, and I was lucky as when the public coach took me
there, the room I got was the last one still free.

The first days I wandered in the capital, which its inhabitants by good
right call "the capital of Europe", my nose in the air, more amazed and
enchanted than a child. Despite that my French is rather good, my
English accent was rather horrible, in fact as soon as I opened my mouth
everybody asked me if I were English.

In the hotel's hall, I was soon involved in the meetings of groups of
young aristocrats who at evening entertained each other with the
narration of the facts and experience they had along the day. Possibly
because I was a foreigner, it seemed that everybody competed to invite
me to their tables.

I came so to know something that was whispered with such an insistence
and with such an abundance of details, names, places and dates that I
think it really corresponds to truth. Monseigneur, that is the younger
brother of the king, was an inveterate and passionate lover of men! I
heard about his private parties, where he invited the youths of the
aristocracy who share his preferences, and where he also had dozens of
peasant boys who were paid to give pleasure to his guests in every
possible way a man can give it to another man. I also heard that the
king in person had to intervene several times to hush up scandals or to
try to compel his brother to be more reserved in his "special" parties.

But what struck me more was that the rumours were spread with a smile,
without the least scandalised attitude, without any criticism or blame,
and rather, I can say, with an amused sympathy or at least with
understanding. French people are evidently more open-minded and more
accommodating than us Englishmen. Possibly because they don't have the
puritans like we haveÉ "L'amour c'est l'amour!" is their password, a
sentence that I can translate as "love is love" or possibly better with
"any kind of love is worthy to be called love"É

I had been in Paris for a few days when, along the banks of the Seine, I
stopped to listen to a boy who was playing, rather well, a violin; he
had a hat at his feet, where the passers-by threw some coins. He was
dressed in a poor way, his clothes had plenty of patches, but he was
very clean. He had lively eyes, a smile that could possibly be of
convenience but that showed beautiful lips and teeth, a nice light brown
head of hair rather voluminous and soft, and a slender and graceful
body.

After some time I listened to his music, leaning against the stone
parapet of the embankment, the boy stopped playing. He passed his
fingers through his hair then threw a glance to the coins in his hat. I
then straightened up, took a silver coin and threw it in the boy's hat
and was about to go away.

"Hey, sir, you were possibly wrong! This is silver!" he shouted at my
back.

I turned back - the boy was looking at me with a smile and handing me my
coin.

"No, I was not at all wrong, boy. I wanted to give you a silver coin, so
I gave it to you." I said returning his smile.

"You are a stranger! An Englishman, I bet. If you are really convinced I
deserve a silver coinÉ wellÉ thank you then!" he said and pocketed it.

"You never get silver coins?"

"No sir, never. I am not the violinist of the king! I really don't think
I have such a high value." he said shaking his head.

"Bah, in my opinion instead you have a big value. What you were playing
was rather pleasurable. And you too, boy, have a really pleasurable
aspect."

"With these rags on me? You are taking me for a ride, sir."

"I agree with you - without those clothes on youÉ you would be much more
pleasurable, I am certain!" I then said to him, making a cunning smile.

The boy laughed, and his silvery laughter seemed delightful to me. "You
have a really graceful way, sir, to make your proposal."

I looked at him more carefully, than asked, "My proposal? I wasn't aware
I made you a proposal, butÉ as it seems that I instead didÉ what do you
answer?"

"I never went into the bed of a foreign gentlemanÉ if you would really
like to spend some of your time in my company, I will be glad to keep
company with you."

"I too will be really glad, but I don't know ifÉ I have a room in a
hotel, I don't have a private residence here in Paris."

"What hotel is it, sir?"

"The Auberge des PrintainiersÉ"

"Yes, I know it well. There is no problem at all, sir. You just go in,
go to your room and I will follow a few paces behind you."

"And nobody will stop you?" I asked, astounded.

"Certainly not, sir. It is not the first time that a gentleman invited
me to go to his room, in that hotel."

"AndÉ would you come with me because you like it, or to earn another
silver coin?"

"I will do it because I like the thought of doing it with a foreign
gentlemanÉ otherwise it would cost you two silver coins, not just one.
But you have been generous with me, so today I want to be generous with
you."

I liked that boy, he was witty, easy, clever, besides being really
handsome. So I went towards my hotel. He walked at my same pace, but a
few steps behind me. Each time I turned back to check if he still
followed me, he shot me a reassuring and roguish smile, as to tell me -
don't worry, I absolutely don't intend to change my way.

I went upstairs to my room, and while I was opening the door I saw the
smiling face of that boy appear at the landing. I went in and waited. He
came in, and I shut the door behind him.

"Did you see? No problem at all, as I told you. May I put my violin
there?"

"Yes, of course. Tell me, what is your name, and how old are you?" I
asked him.

"Nobody ever asks me thatÉ My name is Ruben, and I just turned nineteen,
sir. And you?"

"My name is William, and I'm exactly twenty years older than you."

"I would have thought you were younger, you really don't look your age
at all! You could say you are just thirty years old and everybody would
believe it."

"Why should I diminish my age? It took me thirty-nine years to get to
today, and I am proud of it!" I answered.

He laughed. I really liked his laughter. He then drew near me and looked
at me with a merry expression. He brushed the fabric of my clothes with
a finger.

"Would you please let me take off all your clothes, monsieur William?"

"If it pleases youÉ" I answered.

His beautiful violinist's hands, with fast and self-assured gestures,
started to untie my clothes and to take them off one after the other. I
was finding that situation really erotic. The boy was merrily smiling
and once in a while looked into my eyes. When he took everything off of
me, he brushed my body with the tips of his fingers.

"How white are you! But you are handsome, a really handsome man,
monsieur. And you can believe me, as I have seen plenty of men wearing
nothing but their skin. But now it is up to you to undress me. It will
take you much less time, as I don't wear so many, and so beautiful
clothes as yoursÉ"

Like it is also for the boys of our lover social classes, Ruben didn't
have any underwear under his clothes. He really had a beautiful body; he
evidently didn't suffer hunger. And he already had a beautiful erection
that I was pleased to see and to touch. He looked at me with a provoking
expression.

"And now, monsieur William, lie down on the bed and let me doÉ at least
for some time. Afterwards, if you like, I will let you do as you please.
Do you agree?"

I liked that boy so full of initiative, not at all intimidated for being
with a foreign aristocrat.

I laid down, my legs and arms a little spread. He came onto the bedÉ and
the torment of Tantalus began, but an incredibly delightful torment. He
teased me in all the right spots and in the right way, he made me get
aroused, he made me desire to get more, but he rationed them. He made me
desire something, but then gave me something else, even though not less
agreeable. He teased my body with his hands, lips, tongue, hard pole and
with various parts of his bodyÉ He made me almost think of a wizard
doing mysterious ritesÉ

Each time I tried to take the initiative, to touch him, he blocked me
with a smile, "Not yetÉ" he said with a voice full of eroticism.

When he finally judged he had brought me to the right level of "folie
d'amour", of love craziness, he told me with an alluring smile, "Well,
now! You now can do of me as you best please, monsieur."

I literally jumped on him, kissed him with passion, I could feel fire
flow in my veins. I made him lie on his back, folded him in two and took
him with a wild joy, with a passion that for a long time I hadn't felt
any more. He spurred me with his smile, with light movements, with
caressesÉ Until, barely holding back a joyous yell, I unloaded inside
him with incredibly strong jets that shook my entire body.

I became still, panting, sweating, almost amazed for the intensity of my
enjoyment. I looked at him - he smiled at me with a sweetness I had not
yet seen in him and that moved me. I leaned again over him, took him
tenderly in my arms and gently kissed him.

"Are you pleased, monsieur?Ó he asked me with the voice of an
adolescent.

"Incredibly! ButÉ and you?" I asked him.

He passed a hand over his belly, spreading his own seed that I wasn't
aware he had already poured out and showed me his wet hand, "Very much
and this is the proof, monsieur. I heard that you Englishmen are not as
hot as we Frenchmen, but you are possibly an exceptionÉ"

"It's you who lit a fire inside me, Ruben."

I thought I would like having him with me for all the time I intended to
pass in Paris. And then I got an idea.

"Tell me, Ruben, how much can you earn in a day, playing your violin?"

The boy got up, took from his pocket all his coins, deposited them on
the table, moved aside the silver coin I gave him and showed me the
rest.

"Look, monsieur, this is more or less what I earn in a day, at times
more, at times lessÉ today I would say that, besides your silver coin,
has been an average day."

"Do you have to give this money to somebody? For instance to your
mother, or brothersÉ"

"No, I live alone, they are enough for me."

"Do you have a home?"

"I am sharing a room with seven more boys; the owner asks us plenty, but
being eight we can pay for it without problems. He doesn't care how many
we are, provided that every week we give him his fee."

"A big room?"

"No, monsieur, a little smaller than this one."

"Eight? You have to sleep one on top of the other, then!"

He giggled, "At times we have to, but not only to save space." he said
with a cunning smile.

"Listen, Ruben, I would like you to stay with me and be my guide for the
almost three months I will stay here in Paris. I will pay youÉ the
double of those coins. You will eat with me, sleep with meÉ"

"And fuck with you!" the boy merrily added.

"Yes, why not? And more than thisÉ I will buy you new clothes."

"To not cut a bad figure being seen around with a tramp like me." Ruben
concluded merrily. "Yes, monsieur, I like your offer. Can we go now to
buy clothes for me? I know a second-hand dealer who has beautiful
clothes and who is cheap, and he will not cheat on the price with me."

We went. He chose simple but nice clothes, dignified, in the middle
class style - a black tricorn hat, a dark brown just-au-corps, a light
green waistcoat, a wide white cotton shirt, dark green breeches tight at
the knee, white stockings and black shoes. I wanted also to buy him some
underwear - two small shirts and two underpants. He carefully folded his
old clothes in a bundle and we went back to the hotel. I informed the
owner that "my guide" would live with me in my room and, just to save
appearances, I had a pallet added, but we just slipped it under my bed.

So dressed, Ruben was even more handsome and elegant. I also bought him
a two pockets leather purse for his coins, to hang at his belt under his
just-au-corps.

"You dressed me up completely, monsieur," he said with his usual cunning
air as we went out of the second-hand dealer's shop, "and yet I know
that you like much more to undress me! AnywayÉ I thank you."

"To tell the truth, I would like to have you all the time naked, but you
well know that it is not possible, thereforeÉ" I commented, laughing.

He led me to visit the various parts of the city and its surroundings,
and often he volunteered information about what we were visiting, to
give me explanations. He was a boy of a really agreeable company.

But he also alternated to the visit I can call canonical, some other
visits that widely illustrated for me how Paris was, incredibly for me,
also the capital of sex between men.

One day he announced to me, "I will today take you to the Promenade des
Soldats, on the ële de la CitŽ. I advise you to have some handkerchiefs
you don't mind losing in your pockets, monsieur."

"Handkerchiefs? What for?" I asked, curious.

"You will seeÉ and you will understandÉ" he said with a cunning air.

When we were there, he made me notice how, in some side lanes, there
were several young soldiers, mainly on their twenties, who were quietly
walking up and down, as well as several gentlemen, "Look carefully,
monsieurÉ" he suggested to me.

I saw that some of those gentlemen, while passing near one of the
soldiers, let a handkerchief fall on the ground. At times nothing
happened, the handkerchief remained on the street, as if the gentleman
lost it and nobody noticed it. But other times the soldier picked it up
and handed it to the gentleman, who took it back, thanked himÉ and
together they went to that gentleman's coach, got inside it, and the
coach took them away.

"Did you see, monsieur William? If one of those young soldiers appeals
to you, you just let a handkerchief fall in front of him as if you just
lost it. If the soldier would like to accompany you, he picks it up and
gives it back to youÉ and he comes with you, to your bed, ready to
satisfy your urges for a few coins. Usually who does so likes to be
fucked by the soldier, but it is not always so, it could work also in
the other way roundÉ or in both ways."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course, or else, why in this part of the city so many gentlemen lose
so often their nice handkerchiefs rimmed in lace?" he asked me with his
sly smile.

"This is why you told me to take with me some handkerchiefsÉ" I then
said.

"If you liked one of those young soldiersÉ I can just wait outside the
hotel until you have taken enough pleasure with himÉ" Ruben said looking
at me.

"And wouldn't you like a threesome?" I then asked him.

"Well, if it pleases youÉ why not?" he said smiling mischievously.

"In this case we have to choose together. You will tell me which of the
soldiers you like, and if I too like him, I will drop my handkerchiefÉ"
I proposed.

We did so. The first soldier in front of which I dropped a handkerchief
didn't pick it up.

"Possibly because we are two, and he understood that he should do it
with both of usÉ" Ruben explained to me.

He then made me notice another soldier - he was a young "green dragon"
with his very tight uniform that was of course green with light blue
trimmings. He had a somewhat lost expression, it seemed he didn't know
where to lay his eyes. He was quite handsome, had a sensual gait,
walking slowly keeping a hand on the hilt of his sword.

I let another of my handkerchiefs fall in front of him. The young
soldier at once picked it up and handed it to me.

"Your handkerchief, sirÉ" he said with a low and hesitant voice.

"Thank you, soldier. Come with us." Ruben readily told him.

He followed us. We went up to my room.

When Ruben shut the door, the soldier looked alternatively to him and
me, then, "This is just my third time, messieursÉ if you would tell me
what I have to doÉ" he said to Ruben, then blushed lightly.

As usual, it was Ruben who directed the games. He undressed the soldier
than asked him to undress me, while Ruben was undressing himself. The
young soldier was rather well built, he had a totally hairless body,
besides a tuft of blond hairs at the centre of his chest. He was not yet
aroused; his penis was hanging still soft from a thick bush of curled
hair. Ruben pushed him onto the bed and we too went on it, lying at the
sides of the soldier.

We both took care of the soldier until we brought him to a good level of
excitation. Then Ruben had the soldier penetrate him, and gave me sign
to penetrate in my turn the young dragon. The soldier gradually lost his
insecurity and started to participate with increasing pleasure in that
threesome. We swapped positions, so that at times Ruben was in the
middle, at times I was between them. He finally made the handsome, young
soldier go on all fours and while he pushed it in his throat, and I in
his nice arse, Ruben and I leaned over him and kissed each other.

When finally all three of us were sated with each other, reaching in a
fast succession our orgasm, while we were dressing back, Ruben told me
how many coins I had to give the soldier for his service. The nice
dragon thanked us and went out.

"So, monsieur William, are you satisfied?"

"Yes, RubenÉ it has been really agreeable. But don't deceive yourself,
tonight I want you in my arms all the same." I said.

"I hoped so, monsieur William, I really hoped so." the handsome boy told
me with his mischievous smile.

Then, a few days later, he asked me if I wanted to rent a coach, "This
evening, monsieur William, I would like to take you a little outside
Paris, along the Seine. We will go to RŽuilly, just outside the city
walls, towards the Bois de VincennesÉ" he said.

"Should I take some handkerchiefs with me?" I asked him, curious.

"NoÉ you don't need them. You will have the coach stop where I will tell
youÉ but don't wear those nice shoes, wear something more comfortable,
it will be betterÉ"

At evening we prepared ourselves.

"Would you please tell me what we are going to do?" I asked him,
curious, while I was changing my shoes, following his advice.

"We are going to the MarchŽ des Culs."

"To the arses' market? What is that?"

"You will seeÉ"

We had the coach stop at a place where other coaches had already
stopped; Ruben led me off of the road and through a wide wasteland full
of bushes. Approaching to the Seine banks I saw that, here and there,
there were small fires lit. I saw shadows of men wandering and bundles
near the firesÉ

When we were closer, I remained literally agape. Near each fire there
were some boys, between fifteen and nineteen years of age, kneeling or
crouching and bending forward, their breeches lowered, and their small
arses jutting towards the fire, well in sight and lightened. Several
gentlemen were passing from one fire to another, groping those
outstretched little arses, at times also testing them, pushing a finger
into their holes and moving itÉ At times some also pushed a hand between
the boys' thighs to feel his hanging genitals.

The scene was unreal; everybody was keeping silent and the only noise
that could be heard was the murmuring of the river and the cracking of
the fires.

Then, at times, one of the gentlemen went in front of one of the boys
and they spoke in whispers. And at times the boy stood up, tidied his
breeches and followed the gentleman towards the road, where the coaches
were waitingÉ

"Do you see, monsieur William? If you like one of those small arses, you
go in front of the boy and if you also like his face, as I know that to
you that also is important, you bargain the price. If you reach an
agreement, you take him to your coach andÉ the night is yours!" my young
and expert guide explained to me in a whisper.

"Would you like to do a threesome again, Ruben?" I then asked him.

"You know that Ruben never steps back, when there is an occasion to
amuse himselfÉ" he answered with a mischievous smile.

So we started to wander. We made our choice together and Ruben bargained
the price in my place. We took with us in the coach a seventeen year old
boy, dark-haired and curly, slender and not too tall, whose small nice
arse, firm and round, appealed to both of us, as well as his face that
had fine and regular traits, with a shrewd and pleasant smile.

So we also took that boy into my bedroom and, as we did with the
soldier, we enjoyed him for a good part of the night. When we felt sated
and appeased, Ruben proposed him to stay and sleep with us and promised
him some more coins if in the morning, when we woke up, he would give us
an encore. The boy readily accepted. So also the following morning we
enjoyed him for a long time.

A few days before I had to go back to England, Ruben made me the third
of his quite peculiar proposals.

"Monsieur William, this time I want to take you to visit the Jardin des
Aum™nesÉ it is also called the Jardin des Lanternes, or also the Jardin
des TalentsÉ"

"And what have I to take with me, this time, Ruben?" I asked him,
amused, trying to figure where he was going to take me.

"A lantern, monsieur William, even though this is a full moon night, and
a good handful of coins of low value."

As usual I rented a coach. This time we went out of Paris in the
direction of the Bois de Boulogne. Just outside of the city walls, Ruben
told the coachman to go to the Benedictines' Monastery. The complex of
buildings stood in the middle of fields, was abandoned and partially in
ruins. In front of the old church that was nowadays without the doors,
were as usual several coaches parked.

We got off ours, carrying the lit lantern. Ruben led me into the
deserted church, whose roof had crumbled down, walking round piles of
debris, and we went out in a cloister. We crossed it also then passed
through a connecting vaulted hall and so were in a wide lot of land with
fruit trees planted in regular intervals in the pattern of a grid of
squares about twenty feet on a side. Under each tree there was a lit
lantern and gentlemen with their lanterns in hand were wandering from
tree to tree.

Under each tree there was a couple of boys or young men, almost always
half or totally naked, who were coupling in the most different positions
and in the most different ways. Some were sucking each other lying on
the grass, others were penetrating standing up or lying down, or
kneeling downÉ others simply touched and masturbated each other, and
others were deeply kissing. Quite seldom there was also a boy alone, who
masturbated himself, or even a few threesomes.

In front of each group there was a lantern and a small vessel - a wooden
box, a bowl, and old hat. The gentlemen stopped to look, at times asked
to the boys to do something different, at times, but quite seldom, went
close to them to touch, grope, finger them. Then, according to how much
they liked the performance, they threw a few coins in the vessel and
passed to look at another scene, another couple of boys, another
"tableau vivant", a living painting, as Ruben called them.

"But how can they go on such a long time?" I asked Ruben in a whisper.

"Monsieur! You too know well how to continue making love without
reaching an orgasm. Moreover they moan as if they were intensely
enjoying and coming even though it is not so, for the benefit of their
audience. The more they are able to get their audience aroused with
their performance, the more money they will earn."

"AndÉ can somebody also take both the boys to his place?" I asked.

"It is possible, but these boys are much more expensiveÉ besides the
fact that one has to pay two of them, if they left this place they would
lose the offers of the other gentlemen. Therefore who wants them, has to
offer them a rather good amount of moneyÉ Would you like to have two of
them, monsieur William?"

"No, tonight I will content myself with you, Ruben. I think that this
tour, besides being arousing, can also be instructive. I saw boys unite
in positionsÉ that I didn't ever think possible!"

"Do you know, the more they do it in a special way, different from the
others or from usual, the more money they can earn." Ruben explained me.

"But you, how come you know all these things, to be so well informed?" I
asked him.

"Amongst us boys of the slums, we tell each other all we learn in order
to be able to scrape a few coins more. Not everybody is able to play an
instrument like me or to do something else to earn their bread,
therefore any new idea is always welcome. And to perform these tableau
vivantsÉ it is enough to have his own body and a little fantasy."

"And pleasure to fuck and a lanternÉ" I added with a giggle.

"Desire to have sex, at our ageÉ we have even too much of it, monsieur!"
Ruben retorted shooting me a smile.

We stopped in front of two totally naked and incredibly beautiful boys -
one of them was more or less Ruben's same age and was sitting on a low
wooden crate, and the other one was about two years younger and was
sitting on his lap, his back leaning against his chest, a little
astride, his feet well placed on the first one's thighs, impaled on his
strong hard rod, was moving up and down with a studied slowness, and his
beautiful hard pole was bouncing up and down at each of his movements.
The first one was hugging him, and at times bent down to suck his
nipple, at times the second one bent back is head and they kissed
deeply, with passion.

"These two boys are so beautiful that if a painter saw them he would
surely paint their picture!" I whispered to Ruben.

He giggled, "In that pose? I don't think that any gentleman would hang
such a painting in his lounge."

"No, but he possibly would hang it in his bedroom. Aren't they beautiful
and sensual?"

"Yes, they surely are. Either they are very good at acting, or both of
them are really enjoying what they are doingÉ"

I put several coins in the bowl of the two boys - they certainly
deserved all of them.

We toured some more then I said, "Ruben, let's go back to the hotel. I
have a terrible desire to make love with you!"

"Yes, it is having the same effect on me, monsieur William. Let's go."

A few days after that, my Paris holiday came to an end.

Before leaving I said to the boy, "RubenÉ I have thought about this very
much in these last daysÉ Why don't you come with me to England? I would
be really pleased if you became my boyÉ"

He looked at me, astounded, "I thank you, monsieur William, you are
really kind making me this offer. But my life is here in Paris. I would
feel lost in a foreign land. I have been very happy with you, I spent
really wonderful weeksÉ but I cannot acceptÉ"

I insisted in vain. I then decided to buy him more clothes and gave him
several coins, besides what we had agreed. We made love for the last
time, and Ruben seemed to be even more tender and passionate than
always. And we said farewell.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 18

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