Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2010 17:00:55 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Secret Memories of Lord Moriesson 08/20 (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 8 - How I rescued a fugitive and took my pleasure with him

I was twenty-two years old. If on one hand the work kept me rather busy,
and the hours spent with Aldous were agreeable, and if the relationship
with Sean was becoming increasingly friendly and precious to me, on the
other hand I was missing a lover.

One day, while my young slave Sem was helping me to take my bath, and
was as usual washing my back, I said him, "Do you know, Sem, that I
lived in your land?"

"My land, master?" the boy asked me and came in front of me, with an
interrogative glance.

"Yes, in Africa." I said while he was slowly pouring clean water on me
to rinse me.

He smiled, "But I was born here, master. My mother was born in Africa. I
don't even know how Africa is."

"Didn't your mother talk about it with you?" I asked him.

"I don't remember, possibly she did. I was kept away from her when I was
ten years old, and sold to another master."

"Who was your master before my brother bought you and gave you to me?" I
asked him, becoming aware I didn't know anything about my slaves.

"I first had a very severe master, who beat me for any thingÉ He then
sold me to the master I had before being bought by your brother for
you."

"How old were you?"

"I think fourteenÉ or at least so I was told, master."

"And that master, how was he?"

"Not kind and good like you, master. But it was not too bad being his
slave. He gave me to his son, that is Master Marcus. Would you like to
wear the clothes that you put on your bed, master?"

"Yes, sure, help me put them on. And how was that Marcus?"

"In day time he was of few words."

"And in night time?" I asked him, amused by that weird specification.

"Oh, in night timeÉ In night time, master, he almost didn't let me
sleep. He talked to me non stop, while amusing himself with me, and in
the morning I was tired. But he never punished me for that, as he knew
it was not my fault if I slept too little."

"HowÉ how did he amuse himself with you, Sem?" I asked him, now quite
interested.

"YesÉ before he married, that is when he sold me to master Aldous, he
liked to amuse himself with me."

"Amuse himself, how?" I insisted, thinking that possibly I too would
like to "amuse" myself with Sem who, in part, reminded me of Kodwo, the
handsome page.

"He took me to his bed and said to me that I was skilled in making him
forget for some time his natural desires."

"You mean he was having sex with you?"

"Yes. He taught me all the ways I could give him satisfaction, and while
I was doing all he desired, my master talked, and talkedÉ"

"And how were you giving him satisfaction, Sem?"

"In several ways, master. First with my hands, then with my mouth, then
he put it in my bottom, then again in my mouth, and again in my bottomÉ"

"And did you like, Sem, giving him satisfaction?"

"Yes, I liked it. But this didn't matter at all, he was the master. Even
if I didn't like it, I had to do it, of course. Anyway yes, I liked it."

"And wouldn't you like to do it again?"

He looked at me kitting his forehead, than hesitantly asked, "With you,
master?"

"Of course, with me."

"If you want it, I will do it."

"But would you like? Answer me sincerely."

"A master never asks his slave if he likes doing something or not. He
orders and that's all." he said me with a tone in his voice that sounded
like a reproach.

"But I want to know. You must therefore answer me. Would you like to do
those things with me or not?" I insisted, but smiling to him.

"I must try it with you, to be sure, but I think that I would like it,
master." he said but without returning my smile.

"All right. So, then, tonight when I go to bed, you will come hereÉ and
we will try it." I said, and finished dressing myself.

"Surely, master."

Yes, the idea of doing it with Sem appealed to me. All day long I
thought of him and waited with some impatience for the evening. When I
went to bed, I told Sean not to worry if he heard that there was
somebody with me that night. He nodded and I think he guessed why I had
warned him.

I was in my bed for a few minutes and kept all the two-branched
candlesticks on the table and on the chimney lit, when I heard a light
knocking at my door. I said to come in. As I guessed it was Sem. He
closed the door behind him and drew near my bed. I was lying, already
totally naked, on the sheets and I was getting an erection. Sem had seen
me totally naked several times, in fact it was he who always helped me
each time I took a bath, to undress then to dress me; and yet I had the
impression that this time he was looking at me with a particular
interest and curiosity.

"Should I undress, master?" he asked.

"Yes, and come here onto my bed, with me."

He quickly took off his shirt and breeches and naked, climbed near me. I
helped him and drew him to me. I caressed his beautiful, hairless and
smooth body and noticed he already had a good virile member that was
already hardening.

"Do what you did with your former master, SemÉ" I said.

He then gave me a kind of massage all over my body, then he started to
tease my chest and belly with his lips, until he crouched between my
spread legs and took my rod in his mouth, now totally erect and hard.
Yes, his previous master taught him his job well. But I was surely not
the type that lays there to be serviced - if I had a man in my bed, I
wanted to enjoy him in my way. Therefore I made him turn upside down
until I too could take care of his nice tool, already like that of an
adult man, with my mouth.

Sem emitted a moan but didn't stop what he was doing. After some time I
separated from him, made him lie on his back, seized his legs raising
them and moved my hard pole to his small ebony bottom. He at once
understood my intent and with a hand guided it to the target. When I
started to push on his hidden hole, he closed his eyes, and when I
started to sink inside him, he took his hand off so that I could push it
entirely inside.

I was not able to understand if and how much pleasure being penetrated
was giving him, in fact his face didn't betray any emotion. He was
anyway giving me a great pleasure, as he was really hot, rather tight
and he made his bottom's muscles pulse in a skilful way, really
agreeable to me. When I was entirely inside him, I started to thrust
back and forth with determined pleasure. I looked at his penis - it was
again soft, and this was not a good sign for meÉ I then let go his
ankles and with both hands started to gently pinch his small dark
nipples.

He emitted a light moan and opened his eyes again, looking at me with an
expression of genuine amazement. Then in his turn raised his hands and
started t tease my nipples. I smiled him, pleased, going on hammering
inside him. The boy didn't return my smile. But slowly his nice pole
started to harden and this gave me pleasure. In fact to me it has always
been a source of enjoyment seeing that who was uniting with me was
enjoying doing it with me. Were he a slave, a servant, a sailor, a
middle class man or an aristocrat, on a bed we were just two males
exchanging at least pleasure and possibly also some affectionÉ

After some time of taking pleasure in him, I pulled out, laid on top of
him and kissed him on the mouth. Again his eyes showed a deep
astonishment but he soon returned my kiss, at first almost shyly but
then with growing participation.

I then said to him, "Now, Sem, I want you to put your nice black pole
inside my bottomÉ"

"I to you, master?Ó he asked me, even more amazed.

"Of course. Didn't you ever do it?" I asked him.

"NoÉ never. I don't know if I will be able to do it properly, masterÉ"
he said in a humble tone.

"In any case you will learn. You have just to do as I do with you and
all will be for the bestÉ"

So we swapped positions and finally Sem sank inside me. His virile
member seemed to me to be perfectÉ He started to move inside me, at
first almost hesitantly, then evidently transported by the pleasure he
was experiencing, increasingly self-confident. He looked into my eyes
and I smiled at him. This time the hint of a smile appeared on his face
in answer to my smile. Good, I was pleased.

We alternated so, sucking, taking each other, kissing, until we both
reached that level of overwhelming pleasure which all unions yearn to.
So sated with one another, I laid down and took him in my arms.

"So, Sem, did you like doing it with me?" I asked him with a soft voice.

"MasterÉ it has been wonderfulÉ But youÉ are you happy with me?"

"Of course I am, Sem. From this night on, I want you in my bed every
night. Are you happy?"

"More than happy, master! You areÉ you areÉ special. You not only took
your pleasure with me, but you did so that I too got my pleasure. Why
did you do so? I am just a slave, your slave."

"Because I like it to be so, Sem, and because I like you."

"Thank you, master."

"Now let's have some sleep." I said.

Sem made as to leave my bed but I held him back, "No, stay here, let's
sleep together. It is good, after making love, sharing the same bed. And
possibly, tomorrow morning, we might feel the desire for an encore,
couldn't we?"

Sem gave me a shy smile and in a low voice answered, "And how!"

So, after that first agreeable night, Sem became my steady boy. He
quickly learned how to give me pleasure, and he was now smiling all the
time we made love.

That year we received a letter from our father, in which he informed us
that our brother Charles had his first son and that he christened him
Britannicus! I thought that, even though it was a rather patriotic name,
I would never have called my son with such a nameÉ but then I smiled
thinking that most likely I would never sire a child. Aldous,
differently from me, said that Britannicus was a good name, a classical
and historical name going back to the real origins of our landÉ

Having found Sem had appeased me for a great part, and yet I was going
on feeling increasingly strong desire towards Sean. I can say that the
more our relation was becoming tight and agreeable, the more I was
feeling him more as a friend than as a servant, the more I was feeling
powerfully attracted to him.

Notwithstanding I had imposed on myself to never again try it with him,
at a certain point I was no more able to hold back.

So one day, while I was in the library and Sean was putting in order
some new books I had just bought, I faced that subject.

"Sean, I have to talk with you."

He looked at me a little worried for my serious tone and asked me, "Is
there something wrong, milord?"

"Yes and no, Sean. Would you please come here and sit in front of me?"

With an even more worried expression, he sat where I was pointing to him
and looked at me.

"Sean, I am feeling for you something that it is hard to ignore. You
said thatÉ that you neverÉ that you don't feel attracted to people of
your same sex, and I tried to understand and imposed to myself to
respect your choices. But the more time elapses the more this is
becoming difficult for me."

"I am sorry, milord."

"So am I. I don't intend to make you embarrassed, really, butÉ what
draws me towards you is not only a sexual desire. As you certainly can
have guessed, Sem is giving me full satisfaction on that level, the boy
is really skilled and I like him. But I need something else that up to
now neither Sem nor any other person has been able to give me."

"Something else, milord?"

"Yes, friendship, affectionÉ devotionÉ A person to whom I too can give
the same friendship, the same affection and the same devotion. In other
words, a real lover. And I felt that all this could happen with you, if
you just wanted it. I beg you, Sean, reflect on itÉ make an effort, if
you can, to meet my need. I feel you could be for me a real lover, and I
for youÉ"

Sean kept silent for a long time, looking in my eyes, and I was pleased
he didn't move his eyes away.

He then took a deep breath, "Milord, I feel really good with you, I'm
nourishing for you a deep and growing affection, believe me and, if you
allow me to say, also a growing feeling of friendship. You are treating
me more than well and I want to be able to return to you at least a
little part of your kindness, and of your consideration. And the fact
that you think I could be yourÉ ideal lover, flatters and honours me.
ButÉ"

"But?" I asked, sorrowful.

"But, milord, I would not be able to give you what you are asking of me,
what you hope from me, what you feel you need. IÉ physicallyÉ I am not
able to feel anything for any man, not even for you. I regret it, I
really regret it. I think that even if I forced myselfÉ you would feel
that I am unable to return what you are feeling for me, on a physical
level, and therefore I not only would not be able to please you, but I
too would feel bad for that. I pray you to understand me, milord, and to
forgive meÉ"

"Yes, of course. I understand you and thank you for being so honest and
sincere with me. And it is me, in any case, who have to ask you to
forgive me if I bothered you again with myÉ with my desire. I hope not
to have irritated you."

"Irritated me, milord? Absolutely not. I am proud being in your service,
and in what I can I will always try to serve you as you deserve."

"Thank you Sean. You can resume what you were doingÉ"

I had tried for the second time, and it went wrong. But I could
understand that it was not Sean's fault. He was right. As I would never
have been able to accept a woman in my bed, in the same way he was not
able to accept to be in bed with a man. A real pity, but it is useless
denying the reality of things.

I told myself that I possibly would never find a real lover, and asked
myself if I wouldn't have done better to resign myself.

We were at the beginning of Autumn of 1674. I had accompanied Aldous to
the hotel "The Queen's Maid" for one of his encounters with his not so
secret mistress, and my brother withdrew with her to one of the rooms on
the second floor. I, instead of waiting for him on the first floor hall
like the other times, decided to go to the roof terrace of the hotel,
from which a very beautiful landscape can be enjoyed. But after I was up
there alone for some time, I got a little bored and decided to go
downstairs again.

I was on the staircase when I heard a big commotion and excited voices
yelling, "He is here, this time he will not escape us!" and "He will pay
once for all!" and again, "We will hang him at the gallows!"

I was in the corridor of the second floor and was asking myself what was
happening, when the door of a room opened and Nick Sullivan came out of
it, as naked as on the day he came to the world, his clothes in a bundle
in his hands, and looked around with a terrorized expression. He saw me
and looked at me, terrified.

"They want to kill meÉ they want to kill meÉ" he moaned.

Behind him I saw in the room a girl who was anxiously trying to tidy her
clothes and I understood what was happening. I then seized Nick by an
arm and dragged him away, climbing the staircase, as I heard the yelling
mob coming from the staircase that lead there from the ground floor. The
young man, wonderful in his complete nakedness, his rod still half
erect, followed me without any objection.

He was murmuring, "Save me, save me, please!"

I took him to the upper floor, pushed him behind the door of a closet
where I knew they were keeping the blankets for winter time and, going
inside with him, I blocked the door placing an old half broken chair
under the door handle. From downstairs we heard a knocking on the
various doors of the rooms, and I also heard the angered voice of my
brother Aldous, disturbed in the middle of his amorous jousts. I laughed
to myselfÉ Then looked at Nick, who was trembling, white like a sheet,
and a crazy idea hit my mind.

Without a word, I took his clothes from his hands and put them on the
chair's seat, then opened my breeches and lowered them to my knees,
under the trembling look of the young man, revealing my already half
erected member.

"Turn round and don't breatheÉ or they will find you" I whispered to
him.

He understood and hesitated. But he also understood that between the two
"evils" I was, in that predicament, the lesser one. So he silently
turned. I pushed him against the shelf loaded with woollen blankets well
folded, where he leaned with both hands, and made him lean forward. I
spread his small white and firm buttocks and, while downstairs the
turmoil was going on, crouched behind him and started to work his hole,
presumably still virgin, with my tongue, carefully wetting it with my
saliva and preparing it for the coming intrusion.

Some of Nick's chasers were already on our floor and were knocking on
the various doors. I stood up, seized my pole now totally hard, placed
it on the right spot and pushed it vigorously forwards. Nick didn't
utter even an "ah" when the tip of my pole started to open its way in
him, dilating his hole. I then girdled his chest with both arms and
pushed more vigorously, and sank completely inside him. He was
incredibly tight and hot! When I was finally all immersed inside him, I
stopped, as I was afraid that my least movement could make me burst in
his so pleasurable deepness, so very strong was my excitement.

When they tried to open the closet's door, I started to move inside the
tight channel of Nick that I had just conquered, impaling him with
vigorous and regular strokes.

"That door is closed with a key, and cannot be shut from inside! I have
the key!" I heard the voice of the hotel owner shout. "It is not a room,
but a very small closet, there is nobody inside there. If you break that
door, you will have to pay for a new one!"

The excited voices yelled for some more time, then somebody said that
Nick had to have escaped from a window and finally the stream of excited
voices swarmed out of the corridor, then of the hotel. In the mean time
I was going on enjoying that small and no more virgin bottom of the
wonderful Nick, the womanizerÉ

Even when the danger was ceased, the young man didn't move, didn't talk
and let me go on taking him and enjoying him at my full pleasure and
discretion. I took to an end what I had started, now with more calm and
pleasure than when the danger had menaced him.

When I finally got my full enjoyment inside him, flooding his secret
parts with my jets, quiet and silence was again in the hotel.

I parted from him, really satisfied and, taking his arms made him turn
towards me. The wonderful young man looked at me with empty eyes, still
lightly trembling.

"But you are now going to help me to escape, won't you?" he asked me in
a scared whisper.

"Yes, I will help you, but firstÉ" I said and leaning on him I deeply
kissed him on his mouth.

Nick let me, and at a certain point he even started to return my kiss. I
parted again from him and looked at him in the faint light that seeped
trough a small window half hidden by the shelves - he was really a
beautiful youth!

"I will now go out of here to check how the situation is. Put the chair
back against the door handle, put on your clothes, and open only if you
hear my voice, is that clear?"

"Yes, thank you." he said, starting to calm a little.

I went out, downstairs and asked the hotel owner where were the chasers
of Nick Sullivan. Laughing he answered me they went to look for him at
his home.

He then said, "He is hidden in the closetÉ there is no keyÉ and you two
were there or else I would have seen you, upstairsÉ"

"Yes, and you had the presence of mind to tell that story about the key.
Why did you protect him?"

"And you? IÉ I had two reasons, or rather three. One is that all the
women who fall into his armsÉ or better to say between his legs, the
fault is just half that of the young man, the other half is of the
women. Two, I don't want violence inside my hotel. And threeÉ that after
all I like that boy."

"You now have to help me make Nick escape. Do you have an idea?" I asked
him.

"YesÉ if you lend yourselfÉ"

"Tell me."

"He is still rather young and his features are still gentleÉ with the
help of my step daughter we can disguise him as a woman, with the
appropriate make upÉ you will be his escort, will accompany him to the
post-stage, will make him take the stage coach and tell him to never
again set foot here in ProvidenceÉ"

"I think it is a very good ideaÉ and also amusing. But we will let him
also bring with him his man's clothes in a bag, so that once he is in a
safe place, he can change his clothes. Otherwise it would become really
embarrassing for him, anywhere he goes, to go on wearing woman's
clothes."

"You are too kind. I would have left him to sort himself out."

"If we could have enjoyed the scene, possibly I would have agreed with
you. But as we will not be where he goesÉ" I answered laughing.

So we did. Aldous' mistress, that is the step daughter of the hotel
owner, helped us very willingly. She found an old dress she didn't use
any more, adapted it on Nick, shaved his small moustaches and skilfully
put a nice make up on his face. She then carefully folded his men's
clothes and put them in an old woman's travel bag.

In a moment when we were alone, I said to him, "It seems almost the
revenge of destiny that you, Nick, who got round so many women to enjoy
them, now have to wear women's clothes to save yourself. How do you
feel, in the clothes of a woman?"

He looked at me with a somewhat bold, "Very appropriatelyÉ especially
now that you used me like a woman!"

"Oh no, Nick, in this you are absolutely wrong! If I thought of you as a
woman, I would not have been able to doÉ what I did with you, and surely
not with so much gusto and pleasure. It is just because you are a male
from head to toe that I enjoyed you so much. It is a pity we had to do
it in such a hurry, and in a such an uncomfortable way, and it is a pity
I can do it no more with youÉ"

"I knew you wanted it, each time we met your eyes told me so. But if
somebody said to me that one day you would have got what you wanted from
me, I would have called him a liarÉ and insteadÉ You seized the
opportunity. Or to better say, you seized my rear virginity!"

"Was it so unpleasant for you?" I then asked him.

"Much less than I would think. Anyway, in that moment I would also have
sold you my soul, in order not to be caught!"

"Was I your first man?"

He looked at me with an ironic smile, "I'm sorry to disappoint you,
WilliamÉ but you are the second one. My first time was when I was
fourteen years oldÉ I had hidden with a girl more or less of my same age
and we were showing each other how we are made under the clothes, and
touching each otherÉ nothing more. But her elder brother caught us red
handed, sent his sister away, and took me, made me go on all four and
fucked meÉ with a will."

"More than ten years agoÉ this is why you still seemed a virgin, at
least hereÉ" I said with a smile, lightly groping his nice bottom.

I then went to book and pay for him a passage on the first stage coach,
the one going to Boston. I thought it fair to offer him at least that
ride, after I got a ride in himÉ At the right time I took Nick arm in
arm and escorted him to go in the coach, I kissed him on a cheek as a
farewell, as if he were a dear cousin, and watched the coach leave.

That same year I got the news that my brother Charles, who was still in
Accra, had had his second son - Peter. I rejoiced that this time he
choose a decent name for the child.

Meanwhile Sean had met, downtown, a nice Spanish girl immigrated for a
couple years to Providence, coming from the Spanish Dominion of Florida.
I became aware that my servant started to court her. The girl, whose
name was Margarita Maria Fuentes, made a living as a flower-girl
downtown.

In the month of November Sean married the girl. With my permission he
exchanged his single bed with a double one, and took her to live in his
room. She was anyway continuing to work as a flower-girl. She was a
good-hearted girl, gentle, very reserved and polite. Her presence in my
house was almost not perceptible. And Sean seemed happy with her, and I
was glad for thatÉ in spite of all.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 9

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