Date: Mon, 15 Jun 2009 21:23:16 +0200 From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com> Subject: The Other Part of the World 2/16 (historical) ---------------------------- THE OTHER PART OF THE WORLD by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2009 written on January 12, 2002 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Bert Carley ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "THE OTHER PART OF THE WORLD" 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. ----------------------------- Part I - Chapter 2 - Manoel, comparisons between boys Manoel went back to the large kitchen. So then, Manoel, what told you the master? Lucas asked him, stopping to greedily munch a roasted maize cob. Lucas! Since when did you become the fazenda's confessor? the cook grumbled. Manoel answered, He said he will think about it, and also that you have to go immediately to see him. The black boy at once went out, leaving the half eaten cob on the table. Manoel took it and asked, Can I eat it? Yes boy, finish it. You boys have to grow up. If the master told you he wants to think about it, in my opinion this is a good sign. After a while Lucas was back in the kitchen and cried out, Hey, my cob! Yours? his mother asked him shaking a ladle. Your name wasn't written on it, and even if it was, you are not able to read, wooden head! Tell me instead, what the master wanted. He said to tell you to settle Manoel, to find him a place to sleep and to make him eat with us until he makes a decision. A sleeping place? He will sleep with you, if Manoel can stand you. With me, Mum? Why with me? Lucas protested. Where else? Up at the second floor it depends from the superintendent, not from me. And here, surely not with your father and me, and even less with your sisters, therefore look for a pallet and put it at the side of yours, and don't make me lose my time with your stories, as I have to finish preparing the masters' supper. But Mum The master said I have to decide, did he or not? And I decided, so hurry along now or else you will get this pan on your pate! Lucas left the kitchen with a long face. Manoel said to the cook, I'm sorry to give you problems Problems? I don't see any. The master said I had to decide and I decided. May Lucas like it or not! He is not a bad boy, my son, I grew him up well, but at times he likes raising difficulties. At suppertime Manoel met the rest of Idalina's family. Her husband was the master's coach driver; the three daughters worked at home to clean and helped their mother in the kitchen. Lucas instead was charged with the coaches' maintenance and also supervised the stable boys' work. The stable boys were living in the slaves' quarters. When it was time to go to bed, Lucas took Manoel to his room. He had already added a pallet near his own. In the room there were also a chest and a small closet. The only window in the room looked onto the internal garden. The two boys lay down on their pallets and Lucas blew out the candle. My Mum told me that you ran away from the orphanage. Is it so? Yes, we were ill treated in there. Therefore you didn't know your parents? No, neither of them. For sure it has not been an easy life for you, has it? But here you found a good place. If the master decides to hire me, as I'm not able to do anything Don't worry, here either you learn or you learn! And anyway, I can give you a hand, in case. I got the feeling you didn't like me No way, just figure it. At first I'm always somewhat so, with everybody. After a long silence, Manoel asked, Are you asleep? Not yet. But if you don't keep silent, of course, I can't fall asleep. So then it's better we now try to sleep, right? Eh, yes, it will be better, as tomorrow morning I have to be up at six o'clock. Soon the two boys were sound asleep. It was still the middle of the night when the two boys were awakened by the insistent sound of the bell that usually called the slaves. They heard excited voices, yells and from the window they saw people running with torches in their hands. They had just gotten off their pallets when Lucas father peeped around the doorway. Luca, hurry up, the roof of the coffee storehouse gave way because of the rains and we have to move away all the sacks or it will be a disaster! Lucas ran headlong outside knowing if their master's business went bad the slaves would also suffer hard times, even risked being sold, separated from their families to pay the master's debts. Manoel on instinct ran after Lucas. The two boys got to the storehouse where the slaves were already loading full sacks of green coffee grains on their shoulders under the supervision of the master, his two sons and the superintendent. The slaves were moving the sacks into a dry place in the coach depot. The coaches had already been taken out to make room for the sacks full of the grains. Other slaves were trying to spread tarpaulins over the broken roof, but the gusts of wind moved them away. Manoel took a sack on his shoulders following the others to take it to a dry place. The sack was really heavy for the boy, but he was caught up in the general rushing, and for the fact that nobody was sparing his efforts, Manoel found within him a strength that even he didn't think he had. Then, all of a sudden Manoel slipped in the mud and fell under the weight of the sack he was carrying. He let out a piercing scream. He tried to stand up, but a shooting pain shot through an ankle which made him collapse again letting out another scream of pain. Nicolau who was nearby went to him and asked, Did you hurt yourself boy? My ankle my ankle, Manoel answered with a pined grimace. Can you manage to get back to the house by yourself? Yes sir, I think I can manage. But the sack I will care for it, don't worry. Manoel dragged himself in pain towards the house. At the door Idalina saw him approach limping, so she ran to meet him to hold him up and to help him, taking him to the kitchen. Great Mother of God! You look almost like a ghost, all wet and dirty with mud as you are. What happened my boy? I slipped like an idiot! I'm afraid I broke my ankle. Sit on the bench and let me see The slave knelt in front of the boy and checked his ankle that was already starting to swell. She tried to move it and Manoel let out a scream. No, Manoel Branco, I don't really think it's broken, it's just a bad sprain. I will now prepare a decoction for it and see to bandage it in some way. And for some days you should not walk on it. But then the master will not hire me If you try to walk on it, you risk you will never be able to do any other work. A sprain cared in time heals soon, but if you don't care for it as you need to, you can have problems and limp all your life long. the woman said in a brisk tone. Outside the slaves were still working under a strong rain, and when daylight came, they had just ended the task of moving the last sack to a safe place. The master and his two sons went into the kitchen. Prepare us something hot Idalina, Euclides said. A good and hot coffee is already for everybody, master. And if you want in it some brandy, here is the bottle, the cook answered. You always care about everything Idalina, the man told her with a smile. Getulio addressed Manoel who was sitting near the fireplace, and said, The sissy was here to keep warm while we were outside to crash out our souls! Nicolau intervened at once, It is not at all so. The boy sprained badly his ankle, hoping it's not a fracture, while he was carrying sacks bigger than him! I sent him here after he hurt himself. Getulio disdainfully turned his back to them and sipped his coffee. Nicolau added, And all summed up, he still doesn't work for us, so he could have even gone on and slept if he wanted. Yes, he evidently came out only to be hired, Getulio retorted angrily. Their father intervened, Even if he came to give a hand only to be hired, I think he did the right thing. There are just two possibilities, either Manoel is a good hearted boy or he is a smart boy, and whatever he is these are two good qualities. He then addressed the cook, See that the boy cleans up. Find some clean clothes for him, as I think that the boy doesn't have a change of clothes. The master and his two sons went away and after a while Lucas returned, soaked and dirty too. His mother at once told him, Luca, take a basin with warm water to your room. You two undress and wash, then give some of your clean clothes to Manoel. Help him walk, as he hurt himself. Lock yourselves in the room, as I don't want your sisters to see you without clothes. And be careful not to soak the floor, or else you will have to clean it. Is that clear? Yes, Mum. Can I first have some coffee? Sure, and give some also to Manoel. Pour in a finger of brandy so you will get warm inside, but just a finger, understood? I'm going to take the big coffeepot outside to the men. Just a finger now! Yes, yes, Mum, don't worry! the boy answered. After both the boys drank their hot coffee, Lucas seized Manoel at his waist. Put your arm on my shoulder and don't walk on your broken foot. It's not broken; your mother said it's just sprained. Manoel said. So much the better. Let's go Here, sit on the chest now and wait until I bring the big basin and hot water, the black boy said, then went to the kitchen to fetch all they needed. When he was back he put the wide copper basin on the floor and near it the big pot of steaming water. He carefully locked the door then turned and approached the white boy. First of all let's take off everything, so later my sisters can wash our clothes. Everything? Manoel asked, anticipating the pleasure of seeing the other boy totally naked. Of course! What's that, are you ashamed? No, no, I'm not at all ashamed You know I've never seen the cock of a black boy, up to now Neither I that of a white boy Put your dirty clothes in this basket. Lucas said starting to undress. As they were undressing, the two boys were looking at each other with open curiosity. When they were naked, Lucas said in a low voice, but with some pride, Mine is bigger than yours! But mine, when it gets hard, becomes almost twice bigger than now. I've noticed that a cock, the bigger it is when soft, the less it becomes big when hard. Manoel retorted. Did you see many cocks? Lucas asked him. Not a few,but never that of a black man. Manoel repeated, then he asked, Did you see many? Just three or four. May I touch yours? If you let me touch yours Manoel answered with a cunning smile. In a while the two boys were fondling each other's genitals and both soon got a hard-on. You see? Mine now is almost as big as yours! Manoel said. Yes, you're right. Mine is anyway still a little bigger than yours. The important thing is not how big or how long it is, but how one uses it. Manoel retorted. Do you like? You already did it? What? Used it I mean. Why, you didn't? But did you already use it with a girl? I never And you? Me neither. Here the girls you cannot draw too near. Their parents always keep them within eye sight, and if you try to touch one, they break you in two pieces. But wouldn't you like? Manoel asked. How can I know, as I never tried? They stopped touching each other and washed themselves. Then Lucas looked in the chest for some clean clothes and they both dressed. Lay down now. I'll go throw away the dirty water and give our dirty clothes to my sisters to have them washed. Lucas told him. Lucas had just left when master Euclides came in the boy's room. Manoel tried to stand up from the pallet but the man gestured for him not to move. Stay down boy, I want you to heal quickly. I thank you sir. I'm sorry that No, no. I would rather thank you. Listen, Manoel Branco. I talked about you with both my superintendent and my secretary. I decided to try you out by giving you some tasks to carry out as soon as you heal. As a start, you can give a hand to my secretary, Mister Gregrio Alves Romero, as you are able to read and write. He has to rearrange the entire library on the first floor. He will explain to you what you will have to do and how, as soon as you can move without problems. Thank you sir, thank you very much. I will do my best so that you will be happy with me. the boy said with shining eyes. And I will tell Mrs Ermeninda, the governess, to give you some decorous clothes, possibly adapting for you the clothes that my sons don't wear any more. I thank you again; you are kind and generous sir. Euclides made a gesture with his hand, indicating to the boy he didn't need to be thanked so much. Without adding any further words, he left the small room. Manoel was happy he could possibly be starting a new life in this fazenda. Idalina later came to the room with his lunch. Manoel was quickly eating when a well clothed man as the masters came into the room. You are Manoel Branco, aren't you? Yes, sir I am Gregrio Alves Romero. Mister Quadros Dutra told me you are able to read and write. Sufficiently well, I think sir. Very good. When you are able to walk, you will come and see me and I will explain what you will be doing. The master decided to gather all the books in this house and create a library. He just had new shelves made to transform two rooms on the first floor into the library. While I will file them you will move them onto the shelves in correct order. Are there many books sir? Yes, Marquise Ortensia loved culture very much during her life here. Beside the books she brought with her from Italy, the master bought her many books - stories, poetry, travel accounts, and essays on various subjects. I have just started to inventory them. I think there are more or less five thousand books and even more, some even rare editions and precious ones. Five thousand books? At the orphanage we had at most a hundred, and they were old and in a bad state, at times a page was missing, yet they seemed to me to be so much and so beautiful! Do you like reading? Or were you just looking at the illustrations? I liked looking at the illustrations when there were some, but I also liked to read them. In a book everything becomes possible, even for a foundling like me can discover he is a prince Manoel said with a dreamful expression. The man smiled. Manoel looked at him and thought he looked as an agreeable and well-mannered person. Marquise Ortensia was the master's wife? he asked. Yes, Ortensia Ugolini marquise della Castellina was a noble lady from Florence, that is a city in the centre of Italy, the capital city of Tuscany Grand-duchy. Do you know where Italy is? Yes, a little farther than Portugal, isn't it? It's the land in the shape of a boot where also the Pope lives. But how did they meet, the master and the marquise? When she was seventeen, she accompanied her father to Rio de Janeiro, as he came here to set up a business to import coffee and sugar. They met at a party at the residence of marquis Itanaham and it seems that it was love at first sight. Dom Euclides' father and the marquis Ugolini della Castellina saw at once with a good eye their union, so Mister Euclides went to Italy, to Florence, where he married the young marquise that he then brought here to Santo Andr. The portrait that is in the master's studio Yes, it portrays Marquise Ortensia. It is the work of the famous French painter Le Breton, who came to Rio in 1816, if I'm not wrong, anyway just after young master Getulio's birth. The marquise and Dom Euclides' second son. The marquise was really beautiful- beautiful and elegant." Yes, but above all she was really very good hearted. It has been a big loss for everybody, her premature death. Everybody loved her, from the slaves to the most important people of the state. All Santo Andr, a good part of the important names of So Paulo and even of Rio de Janeiro came here for her funeral. Well, Manoel, I hope you will heal soon, so you can start your work and give me a hand. The secretary concluded and, greeting the boy with a gesture, went out. Later the governess, Mrs Ermeninda also arrived to meet the boy and check his size to adapt for him some of the master's sons' clothing that they didn't use any more. They talked for some time and Manoel asked her too about marquise Ortensia. Oh yes, she was a really beautiful and good lady, she loved the arts, not only the books. You see the garden that lies behind the mansion was made in the Italian style, like the gardens that are in Florence, and it was planned personally by the marquise Mister Euclides often goes to sit in that garden, when he feels the loss of his wife Also Mister Euclides seems to be a good and generous master. Manoel said. Yes he is a fair master, severe with those who don't do their duty, but human with everybody. They really were a splendid couple Also Master Nicolau seems to be really kind He resembles very much to his mother, both for his character and physically. And Master Getulio? I have the feeling he doesn't like me at all He is still so young. I think he will be a very good businessman, because he is really intelligent and skilled, determined. At times he is somewhat rude, that's true. He possibly lost his mother too soon. the governess said, then left Luca's room. After supper Lucas went back to his room to go to bed. While the black boy was preparing to go to bed he asked Manoel, You should have been really bored all the day long here alone. Not too much, as the master came here, his secretary, then the governess. I talked with each for awhile." Well, we can now have a good sleep. What did you do all day long? It has been a rather hard day, like all the others, but nothing special happened. You know, the storehouse roof to repair, a thousand things to set I thought of you often during the day. I would have liked seeing you earlier. Lucas looked at him somewhat surprised, Oh really? And why? Because I like you - that is why. That is? What do you mean? What I mean is I think you are likeable, and you have a really nice body Hear that! It's odd, because I too though of you today while I was doing my work. What did you think about me? I asked myself if you were bored being here all by yourself, and I would have liked to be able to keep you company, to be here near you to oh, you know Lucas said. Then come here near me now. Yes, but I feel somewhat ashamed you are a white boy, you aren't a slave like me. So then? We are almost the same age and we call each other by our names, don't we? Just pretend I'm a black boy like you. I don't like thinking that you are a black boy like me. Why? Manoel asked. Because you are different from the other boys I met before. Different how? Lucas sat on Manoel's pallet and answered, It's so little that I got to know about you, and yet and yet, I can feel you are special. Special how? You saw me all naked, and also touched me what did you find special, besides our skin colour? Because you are sensitive, you are sweet, different from the other boys, the slave boys I met before. Manoel pulled Lucas to him girdling his shoulders and kissed him on the mouth. Lucas didn't withdraw but he didn't return the kiss either. Did my kiss bother you? Manoel asked. No, not at all, but I never kissed anybody. I like kissing a boy that attracts me. Lucas bent over Manoel and tried to kiss him. The boy at once returned his kiss and for a while they played with their tongues. Lucas, did you ever make love with other boys? Yes, at times, in the storehouse, but just a quick fuck, because we were both scared that somebody could come, or Did you like it, anyway? Manoel asked. Yes, rather. If you lock the door, we can make love, you and me, quietly, safely, don't you think? Mmmm, we could do it but Don't you know that making love between men is a sin? Oh yes, at the orphanage the priests told us so, but then there was one of them who took us in his bed to fuck us. So, if the priests do it, why should we not do it too? Come on! It really did happen? Aren't you pulling my leg with that story? No, not at all, it is the truth, so when I was not even thirteen I learned what it is like, and I discovered I like doing it a lot. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 3 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. If someone wants to read them, the URL is http://andrejkoymasky.com If you want to send me feed-back, or desire to help revising my English translations, so that I can put on-line more of my stories in English please e-mail at andrej@andrejkoymasky.com ---------------------------