Date: Tue, 13 Jul 1999 06:53:42 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: Snot-boy-03

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SNOT BOY
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1999
written on May 1st 1990
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by
J.O. Dickingson (authorsix@hotmail.com)

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"SNOT BOY" 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 3 - Julien

Julien de Jambville was the fifth of the seven offsprings of the Count,
and the third and last son. He was born on July 7th, 1770, at 7 a.m....
Undoubtedly the seven was his lucky number!

>From his tender childhood he proved to be rather different from his
elder brothers, both physically and in his character.

The Count Charles-Auguste Emile Guillaume, the first son, was tall as
his mother was, and of a sound constitution as his father was.  He had
dark brown hair and dark eyes. He had an assured and decided manner and
a steely gaze. He had, in short, all the aspects of the future head of
the lineage, and of an official of the King's Guards, which he was. He
was silent, thoughtful, valiant, and a man of one only word. When he
talked, his tone didn't allow for objections.

The second born, and second son, was the Marquis Francois-Adrien Gustave
Germain. He was short like his father, but thin and pale, his hair of a
clear brown, and his eyes grey. He was the beau of the family, always
very elegant, refined, and gallant. He loved dances and the salons.
However, behind these remarkable worldly talents, he hid an as much
remarkable sense of money and of administration.

The Knight Julien-Adalbert Roger Philippe was instead of middle-tall
nature and of slender constitution, and his hair was the dark blond
nuance of ripe wheat and his eyes were pale blue- green. He had the soul
of a poet. He didn't disdain parties and salons, he simply didn't look
for them. He had a natural elegance, even without being mannered. He
loved to read, to think, at times also to daydream. He was an idealist.
However, he liked also to ride, or to sit in the park of the castle to
enjoy the wild plants, flowers, and animals. At times, during the
nights, he loved to go to the top of the taller tower of the castle to
look with his telescope at the stars. He didn't really study them, he
just enjoyed admiring them.

Even if he wasn't a solitary type, he often loved seclusion.

His mother did try to direct him to an ecclesiastic career, but his
father was fiercely opposed. "Never has a Jambville worn the soutane and
it will for sure not be my son to break this tradition!" he peremptorily
declared and the Countess understood that the argument was definitely
closed.

Julien proved to be more talented, or perhaps just more keen, than his
brothers in his studies, and his preceptors, who educated all three sons
of the Count, didn't stop to sing the praises of the minor son.

Also, on another point the three brothers were very different.

Charles, married and father of two children, conscientiously and
equitably shared his attentions between the wife chosen for him by his
father, and his lover. Outside these two dames, there was no woman who
could attract his attentions, and rather, often his relationship with
the other women bordered on, if not discourteousness, then roughness. In
his way he was a puritan - when he made love with either one of the two
women, it happened always in the dark, so that he never saw them naked
and never showed himself naked to them, and the intercourse happened
always and only in the most traditional way - he on top and she on
bottom. He was also systematic - each Monday he carried out his duty
with his wife, and each Thursday with his lover.

Francois, on the other hand, still a bachelor, was almost a libertine.
He tried with all of them, nobles or plebeians, as long as they were
between being of age and forty years, and not too ugly. He had often
success, but he never had a true and real relationship - at most he had
been with the same woman a dozen times. In bed he did everything and
anything, often leaving the initiative to his occasional companion. Once
he even succeeded to make love in a threesome, satisfying at the same
time the woman and her boyfriend. This experience left him vaguely
amused.

Julien was the only one of the three brothers to be still a virgin. It
is not that he didn't feel, from his puberty on, the stimuli of sex. He
just never submitted to them, not even simply masturbating himself. Now
this was for various reasons - one was out of any doubt the education he
had received and from which, possibly because he was still so young, he
didn't yet free himself. The learned canon who was his tutor and also
head preceptor, had explained to him how sexuality was an evil to avoid,
"maxime" before marriage and "maximissime" if alone. Another reason was
certainly his basic shyness that made difficult for him any approach,
especially if on an intimacy level. The third reason was completely
peculiar - it had been explained to him, both by his tutor and then by
other preceptors, since sexuality is predisposed to procreation, then
therefore every man has to aim at finding the right woman to procreate
with him. Julien believed in that. However to the boy, from his
childhood, the simple company of women was a burden and he felt instead
enticed exclusively by the company of men.

Growing up, he became also aware that both in character and in physical
shape, women were indifferent for him, or even repelling, while men
pleased and attracted him. However, his pulsation toward men didn't have
from Julien any encouragement, so that it never was colored in an
explicit way with sensuality.

When he was fifteen, an occurrence happened to Julien. A cousin, just a
little older than him, tried to convince him to undress and to allow him
to feel him, and then he even dared to propose they masturbate each
other. Not only didn't Julien accept, but, after that day, he carefully
avoided being alone with that cousin. Another time he saw a young
servant who, hidden in a corner of the coaches depot, believing he was
alone and safe, open his breeches and masturbate himself. The scene at
first made Julien curious and he stopped to peep and watch. However,
when he felt a strange distress awakening inside him, and found that
between his legs something else was also awakening, he rapidly withdrew,
confused and troubled.

Of course at times, especially now that he was growing up, he happened
in the mornings to wake up with powerful erections, which, even though
seldom, also happened during the day. However, Julien just waited with
patience until they subsided, resisting the impulse to lower his hand to
caress himself to calm down a little.

Even so, with the passing of time, Julien became aware that the interest
toward persons of his own sex was increasing in intensity and frequence,
and that often changed into a real and true desire to reach, in a
confused way that he could not exactly figure out, a physical contact.
That was especially true if he was near a young man with a strong and
determined air, and with a well- shaped body.

Julien was not at all a weakling.  On the contrary, both in his aspect
and in his character, he was virile. Possibly exactly for that reason,
he appreciated and loved virility in men. In fact he esteemed and
admired more his brother Charles than Francois whom he considered too
mawkish and delicate.

When Snot saw Julien for the first time, the noble boy was twelve. When
he started to work in the stable, the young lord was fifteen. When at
last he was named squire of Julien, Snot was seventeen and his master
was twenty and he was, incredible but true, still a virgin.

Snot was fascinated by Julien, and when he was in his presence his eyes
didn't abandon not even for an instant his young master, ready for his
least command.

Julien didn't notice Snot right away, but only when the boy was assigned
to him as a squire. Even if the boy was younger than him, he had all the
qualities to be liked by his master - a body already well shaped and
sound, that the livery, more than hide, accentuated; a merry and lively
character, and, even with the deep respect he had for his master, one
who was decided and strong. And last, there was that little bit of
coarseness and freshness that Snot hadn't yet completely lost, and which
made him even more interesting to the eyes of the young knight.

Exactly for that reason, Julien tried to keep his distance from his
squire, and often, as he could not avoid his presence, he avoided his
eyes. However, the more he tried to not give space to the attraction he
was feeling toward his squire, the more the attraction seemed to
increase so that soon it was enough for poor Julien to just be touched
by Snot, when he helped him to mount the horse, or to wear his cloak, to
provoke in him an uncontrollable erection.

As for Snot, if when he was a child he had been fascinated by Julien for
his beauty both in his clothes and in his face, as soon as he knew
sexuality, he started at once to also desire to unite to his lord.

However, also now that he was so often at his side, having never read in
his eyes the desire, he did nothing to reach the so desired physical
intimacy. Snot, in fact, didn't have any problem to propose to the other
sexual intercourse, and would do that in a really direct and explicit
way, but only if he saw the desire burning in the other's eyes. Julien
seemed almost not to notice him, if not as one of the many servants.

Anyway, this didn't prevent Snot from continuing to be always ready for
the smallest desire or order of his master. Julien represented for the
boy the whole world, the same reason to live. If he saw Julien happy,
Snot was happy. If he saw him sad, Snot felt pain and anxiety. If the
young lord was silent, Snot was careful not to disturb him, but if he
was talkative, he listened at him and answered with pleasure.

This way of behaving could only please, even if unconsciously, Julien
who often thought about Snot as being the best of his servants and that
therefore, even if his proximity troubled him more and more, he didn't
want to deny himself of his services.

One Summer morning, at dawn, Julien decided to go for a ride in the
wood. He was in fact training for a game hunt that would be taking place
in a while amongst the aristocracy of that region. So, as he used to do
in these occasions, he ordered Snot to prepare the weapons, the horses
and something to eat, because he planned to stay out all day long. The
boy immediately prepared everything with meticulous care. He loved these
raids in the wood for two reasons - because he could spend all day in
nature, his native element, and because he could be alone with his
master for the whole day.

When everything was ready, they left toward the wood with their two
horses, Snot's one loaded also with the provisions and the weapons.

Around midday, tired and hot, they stopped in a small clearing near a
stream on the edge of which Julien sat to rest, while Snot spread a
carpet in the shade and prepared the food for his young master.

"Sir, if you would like to sit here, it is ready..." the boy called.

As he was used to do, he served the food and poured the drinks at Julien
nods with solicitous care.

When his master stood up, satisfied, he asked, "Was everything all
right, sir?"

"Yes, certainly. You can eat, now."

"Thank you sir. I'm so hungry..."

Snot ate. He had learned, under Marcel's guidance, to eat with
moderation and with seemliness, and he was eager not to cut a bad figure
with his master. So he ate less of what he desired, and was careful to
bring the food to his mouth with propriety, and to keep his mouth
well-shut while he was chewing. To him all that was a sacrifice, but he
did it willingly, for Julien. As he ended his meal, he put away
everything while his master was stretching his legs along the stream.

Suddenly a splash and a short yell attracted his attention. Leaving at
once everything he was doing, he went toward the point where he had seen
Julien just a moment before, and arrived just in time to help him out of
a deep puddle where the young man had slipped. Julien came out
completely covered in mud.

"Dash it to me! I didn't notice this quagmire!" he exclaimed angrily
then, looking at himself, he added, "If I go back to the castle soiled
like this, I will become everybody's laughingstock, servants and family.
What a bother!"

"If you want me to, I can run to the castle and bring you another dress,
sir."

"No no. They would all the same get to know everything. There must be
another solution..."

Snot scratched his nape thoughtfully, than hesitantly proposed, "What if
you pull off your clothes, sir, and wash yourself while I wash your
clothing? The sun is hot and will dry everything fast. So then, nobody
will know about this, wouldn't they, sir?"

Julien looked at him hesitantly for some seconds, then slowly nodded:
"Possibly it is the only thing to do... I'm afraid."

So he started to pull off all his clothing, letting them fall on the
grass. Snot looked at him attentively. It was the first time he had seen
his master undress, and he was fascinated by that.

However, when Julien became aware that the boy was watching him, and
with what intensity he did so, he said in a sharp voice, "Start to wash
these clothes!"

Snot readily obeyed. Going to the stream, he started to wash them one by
one in the flowing water and when he had cleaned the mud from them, he
spread them on the grass in the most sunny spots. Meanwhile, Julien,
wearing just his underpants of white silk muslin, plunged into the
stream and started to wash and brush himself vigorously. Snot, out of
the corner of his eye, threw glances at his beautiful, almost naked body
that he could at last see, and thought it was incredibly beautiful.

The water was really cold so that Julien, after he was thoroughly clean,
came out, numb and trembling. He looked for a sunny place and sat on the
grass, putting his hands behind him, his eyes closed and his head back
on his shoulders so that his face was exposed to the warm sun rays.

Snot finished washing the clothes and spreading them so that now,
standing up, he stood still and admired at his ease his master's body.
The wet underpants between his legs adhered to the young man's member,
outlining it perfectly and even its color could be almost seen... Snot
felt all stir inside him - how much would he have liked to make love
with his master! That was the most beautiful, the most desirable body he
ever could admire. Also, his master had the most likeable character
amongst all the men Snot knew.

Yet, if the other didn't desire him in his turn, he, Snot, would never
move even just a finger, no matter how much this could internally
torment him. He felt his blood beat violently at his temples, all his
body tense and vibrating like a violin string. Between his legs Snot
felt rising, imperious and hard, his member which soon pushed strongly
against the cloth of his livery breeches in a silent, useless wait.

Suddenly Julien opened his eyes, almost as if he had felt on him Snot's
staring eyes, and turning his head toward the boy, their eyes met.

Very short moments, and yet eternal ones, elapsed, where all nature, and
the two youths, seemed to immobilize. For a moment their souls, laying
bare, communicated, and Snot saw that light, strange and mysterious and
that he was now able to recognize so well, wink in the other's beautiful
eyes, flicker, disappear for an instant, then explode, incandescent. So
Snot, moving as if in slow motion, but sure of himself, strong,
determined, opening in a warm smile, drew nearer to Julien, bent over
him, took his face between his hands trembling with emotion, and kissed
Julien on his mouth, while their eyes continued to stare in each other's
eyes, as if magnetized.

So, Snot saw passing in those eyes astonishment, pleasure, fear, joy,
surprise, pleasure, alarm, desire, terror, greediness, discovery,
pleasure, abandon and worry in rapid succession.

Then Julien, lifting his hands, pushed lightly against Snot's chest,
pushing him away with gentleness and regret at the same time, and,
hoarse, murmured, "No, no... what are you doing?"

"Love with you, master."

"No, no, leave me..."

"Shush... You desire it as much I do, sir, I know it."

"But I... I..."

"Shush...," Snot repeated with sweet determination, and, kneeling
astride Julien's legs, embraced him tightly, pulling his chest against
his own, and again kissing him on the mouth.

Julien panted, had a last dart of resistance, then abandoned himself
between these strong and safe arms, warm and tender, and confused, lost,
and happy, let Snot do it.

Snot rapidly got rid of his clothing, pulled off Julien's last garment,
and lay on top of him giving free vent to his desire, until he succeeded
in freeing also the other's desire. And so they made love, naked and
free, in that secluded and sunny clearing.

And the young lord let the skilled boy guide him, and so discovered the
intense pleasure of oral intercourse, then, always guided by Snot, also
that of the anal joy. He held Snot and felt as if he was in paradise,
then, without any hesitation, feeling as if  intoxicated, he gave to his
young squire his virginity, and Snot succeeded in taking Julien without
giving him any pain but, rather, making him incredibly aroused again...

When finally they both lay, exhausted and sated, Julien looked at Snot
with infinite languor and murmured, rather more to himself than to the
other: "I never guessed it could be so..."

"What?"

"Making love..."

"Is this your first time, then?" Snot exclaimed in surprise, then added,
"Sir?"

"It is."

"Is everything all right, Sir?"

"Yes . . .  No! ... I don't know. What we did should not have happened.
It is a shameful thing, a very serious sin."

"A sin? Why? To steal is a sin, what did we steal? To kill, who did we
kill? To hurt somebody, but we didn't. Not I, did you sir? No, you also
didn't. Wasn't it beautiful?"

"Yes. And this scares me. Joy for a sin!"

"I can't understand, sir. I did that with other people... many do it...
because it is beautiful. It gives pleasure, doesn't it?"

"Did you do it with many?"

"Well, not so many, but..."

"And often?"

"Any time I can. With you, forever. But if you want, I'll not do it with
anybody else, but just with you, sir!"

Julien looked away, embarrassed. Putting on his underpants, without
looking at him, said, "Put your clothes back on, it is not good being
naked."

Snot obeyed. However, when he saw that his master was about to wear his
not yet dry clothes, he stopped him. "No, you'll catch a disease, they
are wet. Wait until they dry, sir."

"I don't feel like staying so bare, with you looking at me."

"I will turn the other way. I don't want you to catch an illness!" Snot
answered sulkily and turned his back to Julien.

The young man was hesitant, but then sat again on the grass. He looked
at Snot. He admired his straight and wide shoulders, his slender waist,
his barely spread legs, sound, shapely, underlined by the pea green
breeches of the livery.

He thought again about what had just happened. He felt confused. He
enjoyed it, very much, there was no doubt. Yet he knew it was a base
thing. He always desired it, even if in his subconscious, and always
avoided it. But now, it had happened. And now, he was aware, all was
different. Now he could no longer pretend to ignore it - he desired a
male, sexually, not a female. He closed his eyes.

"An ignoble behaviour," he thought. "I am a pervert. And it is Jaquot's
fault! He is an animal. But... how beautiful he is, what a body! And how
skilled to give pleasure! He is a devil, and like Satan he is able to
show evil under tempting shapes... oh, how very tempting..."

Immersed in these thoughts, little by little, a sense of anger rose in
him like a river in flood, anger against his servant who had forced him
to become aware how much he liked men. This anger helped him to overcome
his sense of guilt, the remorse he felt for what he had done and that
was beginning to oppress him.

"You are an animal!" he concluded aloud.

Snot suddenly turned back, his eyes fiery, with a look of challenge but
quickly dimmed by a stupefied pain: "But you desired me, sir, you can't
deny that. I read it in you. Do you perhaps desire animals, sir? Do
you?"

"I never did such kind of things before. I did them now, to your guilt."

"On the contrary, I did. And wanted to do it with you, I wanted it, I
hoped it from ever. But I wouldn't dare to touch you, not even with just
a finger, if I didn't read in your eyes that you wanted me, sir."

"You are Satan. I sinned by your fault."

"Nobody does, if he doesn't want to do."

"Turn back! Don't look at me!"

"As you order, sir. But anyway, if I just close my eyes, I'll see
everything all the same, inside my head. Everything!" Snot answered,
humiliated but proud, and turned just in time not to show a tear that
shone in the corner of his eye.

"Don't dare to touch me anymore, servant. Or I will have you whipped."

"You are the master."

The sun was now setting.

Snot, still for a long time, pulled out the blade of grass he had
between his teeth, and said, without turning around, "May I check if
your clothes have dried, sir?"

"I will do it. Don't move from there."

Julien dressed. Then, almost by impulse, he took his riding crop, drew
near the boy's back and started to hit him.

Snot jolted in surprise but didn't move until Julien said, "It's all
your fault, bastard, your fault!"

The boy turned and grasped in mid air the arm holding the whip and,
squeezing Julien's wrist, he stopped him and was about to do something
for which he would afterwards repent, when in the eyes dimmed with tears
of his master, he saw again that light, but mixed with a deep pain.

So Snot, in a meek and gentle tone, said, "Yes, sir, as you want. But if
I see again burning in your eyes your desire for me, I'll try again to
make love with you, sir, even if afterwards you beat me. Therefore, it
will be better if you are careful how you do look at me, better for both
of us, don't you think so, sir?"

Julien, confused, lowered his eyes and Snot let his wrist go. Then he
said, "Let's go back to the castle, now, sir. It will be better."

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4

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