Date: Wed, 31 Mar 1999 14:44:40 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: Soul in Cellular 02

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THE SOUL IN THE CELLULAR

by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1999
written the 3rd of February, 1995
translated by the author
English text kindly revised
by MiMu

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE SOUL IN THE CELLULAR" is a gay story, with some parts containing
graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion,
family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better
not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't
care, ore because you think yo really want to read it, please be my
welcomed guest.

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2 - LUDWIG

Eugenio was very busy for some days. But he got the time to go to the
newspapers section of the National Library, in order to look for English
newspapers. What he found confirmed part of what the voice in the
telephone had told him. A certain Nick O'Neil, member of IRA, had been
killed in a clash with the police, and a certain John Brax died on
November 12 th 1994...

"Are you there?"

"Sure, I'm here."

"I found something on the newspapers. But maybe you are just an
archivist who,  before building your story, had consulted newspapers,
no?"

"There is no worse unbeliever than one who doesn't want to believe"

"Bah, let's pretend all is true. Of the three hundred and more persons
you  have been, which one did you love most, or liked most?"

"Everyone. It's always me, even if always different. Nobody is more
valuable  than anybody else, it is just society that makes stupid
comparisons and  arbitrarily puts a high or low value on a man."

"But, who had the most interesting life?"

"Everyone, from my point of view, in fact each time I've learned a lot
of  new things. Plus and minus, plus and minus... it doesn't exist,
can't you  understand? We are all equals, even if in extreme diversity."

"Come on! If we were all equal, we will fall in love for anybody and on 
the contrary there are some who attract us and others who leave us 
cold, or even annoy us."

"Don't change the tune! We are all equals concerning dignity, but just 
because we are so different about character, expression or culture,  we
feel OK with some and we do not with some others. Is it possible  that
you can't understand that?"

"OK, OK! Do you, by chance, have some more tales for me?"

"Yes, sure, three hundred and fifty nine more."

"Ah, and something adventurous?"

"Adventurous? All right. It is 1611 and I come to life in Kassel, my
name  is Ludwig, I'm the fifth son of a little beer merchant. A quite
comfortable  childhood, even if not in luxury, also because my father is
rather stingy.  I start to work really early, with my brothers, and I
don't have much  free time. But on Sundays all commercial activities
have to stop, so it is  a real day of rest. In the morning I go with my
family to the church,  then lunch at home, finally I'm free: I run about
with my friends,  boys of  my age. Just outside town there is a small
wood which is the center of our  adventures: we play at the war, or who
finds more nests, or hide and seek.

I am thirteen. We are just playing hide and seek. My friend Bertrand
shows  me a silver coin. I ask him how he did get it. He asks me if I
would like to  have one, too. Sure, I tell him, sure I would like. So,
he tells me that there  is a guy, downtown, who is generous with boys
who are kind to him. I  don't understand: it's enough being kind to him?
Sure, he says, it's enough  doing some games with him. And so he
explains to me that the man likes  to do the secret games that sometimes
we do amongst boys: to open our  breeches, touching what's inside, and
that the man likes making the boy  come, and then he gives him some
coins. This story makes me curious.

After all, to have coins in exchange for things we do amongst friends 
and for free, is everything but bad, I think. So I ask him if he can
introduce  me to that man. He proposes me going back to town, without
being seen  by our other friends. We slip away, amused at the idea that
they will seek  us in vain. Downtown he makes me enter a gate, we cross
a courtyard  and climb a staircase. He stops in front of a door and
knocks. A servant  comes to open the door. Bertrand tells him that he
brought a friend for  the master. The servant makes us enter in a kind
of small lounge. After  a while a man, dressed with a certain elegance,
comes in. He is around  thirty five, and he makes me feel uneasy. My
friend tells him that I'm  interested in doing those things. The man
seems pleased, looks at me  from hair to toe, then says to Bertrand to
come back later. I don't want  my friend to go away, I feel ill at ease.

As soon  as we are alone, the man, always looking at me with his
piercing eyes,  touches me between my legs, fingers me. Even if I feel
terribly ashamed,  I'm aroused and he seems happy with that. Having
locked the door with a  bolt, the man pulls out his brocade jerkin,
slips out of his black leotard and  breeches, opens his white underpants
and... I look with my eyes wide open  what he has between his legs. He
smiles at my expression, and invites me  to touch it. I like the
feeling, it is warm, strong. He starts undressing me  and I let him do
so, while I continue to caress his rod, fascinated. Soon both  of us are
completely naked. He has a strong body, a little hairy, manly. He 
spreads some cushions on the carpet and brings me down with him. He 
touches me everywhere and in a way that excites me terribly. I feel
ashamed  and yet I like all that, and my heart beats fast. We just
touch, caress, finger  each other until we both reach the maximum
pleasure, and I like looking  at his jerking body, prey to a strong
orgasm. I confusedly think that it is  a lot better than what we do
amongst friends. He smiles at me. We dress  again. He asks me my name,
gives me a copper coin and asks me if I will  come again to his place,
next Sunday afternoon: if I come he will give me  two copper coins. I
say yes. Then he makes me swear that I will tell  absolutely nobody
about our meetings, without his authorization. I swear.

And go back home. I hide my coin, and I feel rich. The thought of
earning  more coins, and in a such a pleasurable way, is alluring.

The  following Sunday, as soon as I'm allowed to leave home, I go to
that  house instead of going to the woods to meet my friends. My heart
beats  like a drum. While I climb the stairs, I feel excited. When I'm
in front of  that door I'm about to knock, but, I don't know why, I lose
the courage.  I hesitate for a long while, then go back downstairs and
go to the woods.  Bertrand seems astounded to see me. He asks me why I
didn't go to my  meeting. I tell him how I didn't have the courage. He
tells me I was stupid,  that Mister Krueger, that's the man's name, was
really happy to have met  me, that he likes me a lot and that he is
waiting for me, and that it is not  kind to keep him waiting...

At the end he persuades me. He accompanies me to that door and knocks, 
and when the servant comes to open, he disappears at once. The servant 
accompanies me in another room: it is a bed room. Rather elegant. I 
remain there, standing, alone. The door opens again and the man 
appears. He says nothing, he smiles, comes close to me, undresses me 
completely, undresses himself, takes me on the bed. We are excited, we 
touch each other. He convinces me to drink half a glass of sweet wine.

I feel light, in an agreeable state. I giggle like a dumb kid. And when
he  asks me to suck at his rod, I just lean between his legs and do it,
light heartedly,  with pleasure: yes, really with pleasure. The
following Sunday I'm again at his  place. Two more coins and guaranteed
pleasure, I think with excitation. This  time I don't need the wine, I
do what he asks me without any problem.  Afterwards, to make up my
mouth, he gives me a little spoon of honey.  And the two coins. But the
taste was not bad, after all, just a little strange  and unusual.
Krueger knows who I am, so he orders a keg of beer from my  father and
asks for home delivery by the boy, that is me. My father doesn't  find
anything strange in that: I almost always do the small deliveries. The 
keg is just an excuse to see me again. I have not much time, so he just
opens  his breeches and I satisfy him in hurry. This time he gives me
just one  coin, but he promises me three coins when I go to see him next
Sunday.

At this point I go to meet him without any problem, willingly. That
Sunday  he makes me drink a full glass of his sweet wine. Then he
spreads something  between my buttocks, on my little hole, and it gives
me a fresh and  pleasurable sensation. When he feels I'm fully excited,
completely relaxed,  suddenly he takes me. It is a shock, I feel pain, I
didn't expect something  like that, but I don't have the force to oppose
him except by words, and  he quietly continues, moving inside me, up and
down. Little by little I feel  the initial pain soothing and a strange
pleasure growing, inside me. He  caresses me, for the first time he
kisses me in the mouth, he skillfully  arouses me and enjoys me. And
finally he rejoices inside me, making me  come at the same time. And
after that, he tells me sweet and winning  words that give me pleasure.
And when I leave, he gives me a silver coin!

I'm back to see him. He can do with me as it pleases him best, and I 
promptly accept it, with pleasure. Also because the pain is disappearing
 as rapidly as the pleasure is growing. At this point I trust him
completely.  He tells me that I'm one of the best boys he ever met, he
flatters me...  and each time he takes me for a long time, it is highly
pleasant and makes  me rejoice. Until one day, while I'm in his bed,
naked and fully aroused, he  sweetly tells me that there is one of his
friends, his guest, who has heard so  many good things about me, that he
wanted to meet me. And he adds that  he would be very grateful to me if
I would be kind to his friend also. I tell  him that I'm ashamed, that I
don't want, but he insists so nicely... and  another man is in the bed,
and Krueger leaves us alone and the man takes  me with evident pleasure.
And one Sunday there is another friend, then  another one, sometimes
even two, one after the other, and some friends  come back... Until I
realize that his "friends" are really paying him to  come into my bed,
and that in other rooms of that apartment there are other  boys and
other paying "friends"... We boys enter from the back gate, the  clients
from the front one. A perfectly organized commerce. At this point the 
servant is welcoming me and brings me in the bedroom where I have to 
wait for the new, or old, client. Krueger, I guess, must be busy
initiating a  new boy that Bertrand brought to him. To me, it is ok that
way."

"Hey, but this is just a dreary story of prostitution, it isn't an
adventure." Eugenio protested, but he was amused.

"Wait, this is just the beginning. The adventure has yet to start. So,
for half  a year now I go to that house every Sunday afternoon, and I
have put aside  a little hoard, steadily growing, but of no use to me,
in fact I don't dare to  use it. Anyway I rather like going to Krueger's
place, the clients are  respectable people, gentle and in average quite
young. I made them enjoy,  and I enjoy myself. Meanwhile the war that
will be later known as the  Thirty Years' War, has burst out, and Kassel
is also affected. So, amongst  the clients, some army officers start to
show up. Amongst those one takes  a fancy to me; I'm a quite handsome
kid, and in bed I am more than available...  Each time he comes, he
wants me. He himself is not bad at all, he is twenty  four years old and
his name is Wilhelm. As his company is moved, he says he  wants me with
him... I'm fascinated, so I decide to flee from home and  follow him. He
will leave in the evening, with his horse, just before the town  gates
are closed. So I wait for him at the Frankfurter Gate with a bundle  and
all my coins. He takes me on his saddle and we leave at full gallop.

When we are at his new assigned place, he accomodates me in an inn,
paying  the expenses. He comes almost every day to see me and to make
love  with me. I like him very much, but during the long periodes of
absence  I am bored. Our allies, in this period, are the Danes. I meet a
young Dane  soldier, a nineteen year old boy, we meet several times,
until one day  Christian makes me understand that he desires me. I ask
him if he has  a place. He takes me to the ruins of a burned church, we
climb the remains  of the bell tower, and there I give myself to the
youth. Christian is very  different from Wilhelm; he is simple, gentle
and strong. Christian is a  farmer, Wilhelm an aristocrat. Christian is
joyful, Wilhelm romantic...

For a while I continue to make love with both of them, each not knowing 
about the other, but little by little I feel more and more attracted by
the  handsome Dane. So, when the Danish King, who has the same name as
my  boyfriend, decides to move his army, I abandon Wilhelm and follow
Christian.  He succeeds in having me enrolled as a sutler. I'm now
sixteen. I follow  Christinan for two years, till the Danes, having been
defeated, abandon the  war. I want to follow my young soldier to
Denmark, but he tells me that  he will live with his family and that he
will not be able to justify my  presence... so we have to part."

"Were you in love with him?" Eugenio asked.

"No, but I feel really great with him. I ask myself what can I do. I
have some  coins aside, the uniform of a Dane sutler, and I am without
any means to  earn my living. I rather like the military life. At first
I follow a ballad singer  who is northward-bound. He sees me sitting
next to the road, eating a piece  of bread, so he stops, he buttonholes
me and proposes me to travel  with him. I understand at once the reason
of his proposal, in fact at night  he tries to sleep with me. I don't
repel him, even if he is some forty years  old and a little too thin, I
don't repent: he is skilled in bed. We arrive in  Pomerania as the
Swedish army lands to help the northern rebels against  the Emperor. I
assist the landing and think that several of those soldiers  are rather
handsome. So I decide to ask them if they want a sutler  speaking
German. I'm lucky, they accept, they give me their uniform and  I follow
them. I don't have to wait long till happens what I wish for. One 
night, camped near a river, one of the soldiers who never diverted his 
eyes form me all day long, slips behind the supplies wagon, close to
where  I was sleeping and, without needing a single word, we just start
making  love. He had just entered my back, when somebody arrives. I
tense, scared,  but he makes me understand that I have nothing to worry
about, it is just  his friend. He lies near us and for the first time I
participate in a  threesome.

It is said that Northerners are cold people, but I  assure you that
those two are all but cold. We spend a good part of the  night making
passionate love. Well, you know, if the Danish soldiers  sometimes had
sex between themselves, as probably all soldiers of the  world do, it
seems that Swedish soldiers would rather renounce their  pay than not to
make love. The great majority form steady couples.  And I am, like,
adopted by that couple, so that we always make love all  three together.
But my impression is that even if in bed they are able to  make long and
valiant battles, they have very little skill as soldiers. In  fact they
are gathering defeat upon defeat, until at Lützen their king is  killed
on the battle field. So also the Swede retire.

But the French army succeeds. I'm now twenty, and I enroll with them.

And for the first  time I really fall in love. He is a boy of my age,
his name  is Maurice. He doesn't have a family and enrolled just to try
his luck. One day,  when we are all taking a bath in the river, nude as
the day we were born,  I meet him. He comes near me, swimming, then he
greets me with a wide  smile. He has a body that at once arouses me, I
look at him with my mouth  agape, I caress him with my eyes. He asks me
if I like him. I say yes. He tells  me that he likes me, and he bluntly
asks me if I want to make love with him.

I say yes. Then he, with a happy smile, tells me to follow him. We
summarily  get dressed and he takes me to the tents. He asks another
soldier if there  is somebody inside the tent. The fellow syas that it
is empty, that we can  use it without worry, because he will keep a good
watch. We feverishly  undress again, lie on the blankets and intertwine
full of desire. I like him  a lot, he is really well built and he is
skilled. We unite in a wonderful  sixty nine and I am so excited and I'm
thinking to ask him to take me,  when, on the contrary, he offers
himself to me. It is my first time. Until  now, possibly because they
were all older than me, this has never happened.

And so I try and enter him, and I like it a lot, especially because I
feel he  likes having me in him. Then Maurice takes me, and this also is
really good.  We are kissing, sated, happy, when the soldier outside
tells us that two other  soldiers are waiting for their turn... We dress
and go out, leaving the place  to the two French soldiers. I smile,
seeing the lust in their eyes, and the  swelling in their trousers,
while they enter the tent. Maurice and I have  long talks, and long sex
meetings as well. I like him a lot, and when he  tells me he wants us to
be steady lovers, I gladly accept. French soldiers  are really wonderful
combatants, successfull both on battle field and even  more in bed. They
are collecting victories after victories.

Maurice is a beautiful young man, and very likeable. In our free time he
 helps me to improve my French and I teach him German. During various 
battles we are always side by side and each of us protects the other.

During one of the battles, suddenly we realize we are separated from the
 others: this is very dangerous. We hide in a thicket waiting for the
right  occasion to reunite with the others. We are there, in silence,
holding our  breaths, spying the battle line shifts. At a certain moment
an officer with  several soldiers arrives; they are Imperials, enemies.
They are transporting  some small wooden boxes. They pass not so far
from us, and stop amidst  some bushes. We cannot see what they are
doing, but when they run back  towards the battle field, the wooden
boxes are no longer in their hands.

When they disappear, we go to look where they stopped. At first we can't
 notice anything, just the homogeneous blanket of dry leaves that covers
all  the underwood. But then Maurice sees something, he shifts the
leaves at  one point and there is freshly moved earth. I keep guard
while he digs,  and soon the boxes appear. He takes his bayonet and
forces one open;  it is full, filled to the brim, of golden Imperial
coins, new, shining, with  Ferdinand II portray. I think that this is
the pay for the soldiers, and that  the Imperials, seeing that it was
going worst for them, did bury the coins  so that the they did not risk
to fall in the hands of the French. We consult  each other and rapidly
take our decision: we empty our cartridge pouches  and small packs, and
put the coins in, then continue to dig and to take other  coins, until
our pouches and packs are full and heavy. Maurice says that if  we go
back to the camp, we cannot possibly hide our treasure in the long run, 
so, on the spot, we decide to desert, so we can enjoy that unexpected
wealth.  We rapidly go away from the battle field.

At night we are near a great farm, there's light shining from the
windows. We  decide to ask for a place to spend the night. With the
excuse we have to  join  rapidly our army, we will ask them to sell us
two horses and to give us some  civil clothes, because, we will explain,
we are afraid we can run into the  Imperials before reaching our army.
So we do, ready to defend ourselves  and to run away if they don't
believe us or if they are pro-Imperials. But  there is no problem. We
don't pay them with the gold coins, but with our  personal ones, which
we even in battle always have with us. They seem  glad to help two
"French allies" and offer us some food. They are a  Calvinist family of
Dutch descent. The following morning, our uniforms  hidden in a sac with
some food on top of it, dressed like farmers, we mount  our horses,
thank them and leave. But as soon as we are out of sight,  instead of
going towards the battle fields, we turn our horses and gallop  towards
France. I'm not so steady on the saddle, but luckily I don't fall  down,
even if I'm close to several times. We gallop for three days, the 
horses are tired, but now we feel almost safe. We get rid of our
uniforms.

We reach Metz and decide to buy two more horses. As the man who sells 
them to us asks if we come from Luxembourg, we say yes. And after that 
we tell always that story. And finally we enter France, a little beyond 
Verdun. We stop at an inn and think about what we can do with all that 
gold. We don't really have the faintest idea. So we decide to get in
contact  with the townsfolk and buttonhole some merchants. We hear them
say that  the future is in manufacturing, that King Louis' government,
that is the  Cardinal, encourages investors. That laces are very
requested... So we decide  to look for some lace maker girls. Our idea
is to gather enough people to  start a production, then to present
ourselves to ask for the easy terms we  have heard about. Our gold
allows us to pay the women without selling yet  and to accumulate good
precious merchandise.

It takes us one year, but at the end we obtain the patent from the royal
officials  and we can widen our manufacture. Only few women work at
homes, most  of them work on the first floor of the house we bought. And
to the woman  making the most beautiful laces, besides the agreed price,
we give a prize,  so that the production increases and finally we start
to sell to the Paris  merchants and our capital, that is now exiguous,
starts to increase..."

"Listen, I'm not really interested in your commercial exploits. I would
like  a little more... spicy story..." Eugenio interrupted him.

"I see. Well, what do you want, a pornographic story?"

"No, not necessarily, but... you and him, how were you together?"

"Maurice and I? Great. We were two middle class youths, admired and 
respected, and we continued to make love without the slightest problem."

"Nobody did mind the cohabitation of two men?"

"No, because for everybody we are cousins, we also choose the same
family  name. And the fact we have so many woman workers, several young
and  pretty, gives origin to gossip that we carefully avoid to belie.
Moreover,  some of these girls, in order to make themselves important in
their  companions' eyes, let understand that they are liked by me or
Maurice,  and these we also don't belie at all: this allows us to live
in peace. No,  everything goes smoothly. We pass a long quiet period, we
are a real  middle class couple.

We are both thirty six years old, when Maurice suddenly falls ill: very 
high temperatures, vomit, incredible migraines: in four days he is dead,
 notwithstanding I pay the best doctors. Today, with the notions I have,
 I think it is meningitis, even if I'm not sure.

I make the business proceed, but I feel lost. For the first time,
without  him at my side, I feel a stranger in that land. The following
year, at last,  the Thirty Years' War ends. There is a new Louis on the
throne of France,  and the Fronde starts. I am rich, but I feel lonely.
I'm restless. At that  point a young Italian comes to town, a twenty-one
year old boy, whose  name is Stefano. I notice him in the square. He is
begging, somebody  maltreats him, calls him a ragamuffin, chases him. I
look at him carefully:  under rags and dirt, there is a handsome boy.
Our eyes meet. I approach  him and he, in a French with accent, begs me
for the charity of a piece  of bread. On impulse, I tell him to come to
my place. I offer him to have  a bath, I give him some good clothes, I
have him seated at my table and  I eat with him. It must have been a
long time since he last ate, because  he devours everything in the
twinkling of an eye. I like him a lot, clean and  properly dressed he is
beautiful. I ask him who he is, what brought him  here, where he is
from. He tells me that he is the youngest son of a lute  maker in Pavia.
Three years before, after his father's death, his older brother,  in
reality a step brother who had always hated him, chased him away from 
home. For two years he made a living wandering and playing his lute, and
 had a fair life, but one year ago he was attacked, beaten, and robbed
of  everything, also his lute. After that he succeeded in barely
surviving,  begging for alms. I offer him to stop to sleep at my place
and I tell him  that, if he is a little patient, I will manage to get
him a new lute, so he  could start again to earn a fair living. He
thanks me, moved..."

"You wanted to have him in your bed, right? You wanted a good fuck!"

"Eugenio, do you think always and just of that? Yes, I like him, but I
don't  want to profit from him, for sure, not I, Ludwig. I'm just glad
to give a  hand to a boy that I like, and that's all. In fact that
night, as much as I like  him, I let him sleep quietly..."

"Just that night, eh?" Eugenio maliciously asked.

"That night and the following as well. And it's him who, on the third
night,  comes to knock at my room. He wears the nightshirt I gave him,
and has a  candle in his hands. He asks me if he can talk to me. I say
yes. I put away the  accounting book I was revising and he sits on the
edge of my bed. He tells  me that he noticed the way I look at him and
that he thinks I like him. I say  yes. He tells me that he likes me also
and that he would like to be able to  do something for me. I notice that
between his legs the nightshirt is  moving, rising... Anyway I pretend
not to understand, I want him to do the  first move. He tells me that he
noticed how lonely I always am and he asks  me if I don't miss somebody
giving me some warmth, some affection. I tell  him that I do... Then he
caresses my arm, slips his hand inside the wide sleeve  of my nightshirt
and goes up, until he can caress my chest, tease my nipple.

I'm aroused, I close my eyes and quiver. He leans on me and brushes my 
lips with a kiss. I take him and pull him to me, kiss him with vigour.
He pulls  the blanket from my body, comes on the bed, on my body and
holds on tight  to me. I slip my hands under his nightshirt, put them on
his small and firm  buttocks and squeeze them. He sighs and kisses me
again. I undress him,  he undresses me and bends to me and starts to
give pleasure to my whole  body. We make love with passion. The boy is
very sweet, he goes out of  his way to give me pleasure and makes me
feel that he really likes me. He  gives himself to me and I take him
with joy. I feel him, under me, excited  and happy, he looks at me
smiling, he encourages me. I feel once again  living, happy. It is
beautiful making love to him... But then I want also to  feel him inside
me, and I feel an extraordinary pleasure. He takes me and  smiles in
happiness, we kiss while he continues to move inside me with  youthful
vigour and virile joy. I like being in his strong arms, between his 
firm legs. Afterwards, I hold him tight to me and ask him to remain with
 me in my bed. I cover our bodies with the blanket and blow off the
candles.  I ask him: this is for sure not your first time. He tells me
that I'm right.  He ever since liked men, and his father was aware of
that but always  protected him. But for that reason, after his father's
death, his older  brother chased him away from home.

The next night, he is back with me, we make love again with renewed 
passion and intense pleasure. I love feeling so strongly desired by such
a  beautiful young man. I love making him mine and being his... Then the
 lute I had ordered for him is delievered. I think he will go away now.

I feel a little sad, but I don't want to hold him back. But he, having
thanked  me for the lute, hesitantly asks me if he can stay a  little
longer with me. I tell  him that, for my part, he can stay as long as he
wants to. Then he says that,  if it was for him, he would like to remain
with me a lot more... I feel happy.  So he remains with me. We both feel
to be in love and we tell each other, and  we are happy. He tells me
that he wants to remain with me forever, I tell  him yes. Well, he
really remains with me forever, at least until I die."

"How did Ludwig die?" Eugenio asked.

"I am fifty eight and he is close to forty. I die while sleeping. He
cries, when  he becomes aware. Happily I had made him my peer partner,
so I don't  leave him on the street, on the contrary he is a rich
man..."

"How can you know that he cried at your death, if you were dead? Didn't 
you say that the soul out of its body doesn't have conscience of the 
external world?"

"The soul doesn't part immediately from the body, but little by little
and  in that short period I am conscious both of myself, of my body and
all  that surrounds it, as if I was seeing all from above. That's how I
see him  crying. But I cannot communicate with him, I cannot tell him
not to  worry, that I am well. Then the complete parting takes place and
with it  the unawareness of the external world..."

"But, what is death, how does it happens? When the heart stops or when 
the brain activity ceases?"

"I cannot tell you more than what I know thanks to the lifes I lives,
I'm  not omniscient. The soul enters the fertilized ovum before its
first division,  and when the soul parts from the body, the body is
dead. I just know that  at a certain point I start to part from the
body, and not at my will, and  that when the parting is complete, it is
irreversible. But at times, when  the parting is nearly complete, I feel
absorbed again in the body and  then... it is what normally is called
resurrection. But how and why this  happens... don't ask me: it happens
and that's all I can say."

"Then, there is somebody who decides it?"

"If you want, you can thin..."

At that moment the telephone rang and the voice interrupted. Eugenio
answered. He was urgently called by his office because there was a break
down in the terminal and he had to rebuilt some data. Unwillingly having
not bid farewell the voice, he went to work.


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CAIUS

The day after, as soon as Eugenio had some free time,  he took his
cellular and opened it: "Are you there?"

"This question again! You know I'm here."

"The fact is that I still wonder how it's done: do you receive a signal
when  I open my cellular?"

"No, I hear your voice, so to say. That is, I feel variations in the
metal  with which I am."

"With which you are? In which you are, you wanted to say?"

"I don't know, I'm not matter, I'm not inside it, I'm not around it, I'm
not  with it... I am, almost like with my body, I think."

"What conscience do you have of this cellular telephone?"

"Shape, energy fields... I don't really know, I'm trying to interpret."

"But are you... tied to an object?"

"Yes, even if at times I suddenly feel like being sucked in another
object.  Possibly because it is composed of a more noble metal, but in
reality I  don't exactly know. I don't have enough experiences yet."

"Do you have another life to narrate me?"

"Sure. Do you feel like listening to the story of my life as Caius, the 
roman legionnaire?"

"Yes, why not."

"I come to life in a patrician family in decadence. I can say we are
poor,  compared to other patricians, even if we have seven slaves in the
 household. I am born in the year 628 of Rome..."

"That is?"

"125 B.C. When I am fourteen, I catch two of our slaves in the  larder
and they are doing strange things. One of them, Matius, stands  against
the wall, his short tunic risen in front, his legs a little apart, his 
eyes closed. The other, Velius, is kneeling in front of him, and moves
his  head backwards and forwards in a rhythm... Being curious, I draw
nearer  and they don't hear me coming, as I am barefoot. I stay to look
at them,  my mouth widely open: the one kneeling has the thing of the
other in his  mouth!

Suddenly Velius becomes aware of me and pulls away with a choked  moan
and I see that thing, free, glossy with saliva, throbbing, and then 
Matius sees me also, and hastily covers himself and kneels in front of
me  and beseeches me not to tell anything to no one, especially not to
my father,  who is a severe man. I ask them what they were doing; it
seems so strange  to me! 'A game', Matius says. 'If it is just a game,
why would my father  punish you?' I ask. 'Because it is a forbidden
game', the slave explains  to me. 'But is it amusing?' I ask. 'Yes, we
like it a lot...' Then Velius  tells me that, if I keep the secret,
while Matius stays in watch, he will  do the same game with me, so I can
understand. I say yes. Matius goes  out of the door to keep watch.
Velius rises my short tunic, caresses me  there. It is agreeable. Then,
continuing to caress my belly and my thighs,  he puts his mouth there
and... I like it very much! I feel my legs go weak  for the pleasure. I
do sometimes caress myself there until I reach a strong  pleasure and
come, but I never felt something so strong and fine. Velius  perceives
me enjoying it and brings me to orgasm. I glide on the floor,  panting.
Velius smiles satisfiedly and asks me again to keep the secret.

I nod yes, persuaded, but I put a condition: the next time it has to be 
Matius to do that to me, he is younger and nice... So, Matius consents 
and starts to do that game with me. I like it very much, for sure I will
not  tell anybody!

Then, after some months, I lay my eyes on Nika, a sixteen year old slave
 bought shortly before. I ask Matius if he thinks that Nika also knows 
these games. He says he doesn't know, but if I want, he can check. I 
think that Matius and Velius did, somehow, convince Nika to consent.

I just know that Nika takes Matius' place and I like him even more, and 
I also like to touch him while he is servicing me, to arouse him with
me.  Matius, after some time, asks me if by chance I don't want to try a
new  exciting way to do it with Nika and he explains me how and what I
have  to do... It seems fun, so I tell him yes. He calls Nika and, while
Matius  is on watch, I first ask the young slave to arouse me in the
usual way,  then I ask him to turn around and to go down on the floor,
on all fours.  He obeyes and I take him, I enter him. I like that even
more than what  we did up to this day. And, while taking him, I like to
touch him so that  he reaches his orgasm a moment before me: his
contractions make me  rejoice much more.

When I am seventeen, my father enrolls me in the Legion. I miss Nika 
and what I did with him. I want to do it again. In the barracks life is 
rigorous and the discipline hard. And to see my fellow legionnaires
naked  on several occasions, does only increase my desire. To see these
sound  bodies, these virile members, these firm asses becomes a
continuous  torment and temptation. Until one day, while we are soaking
in the  tepidarium, one of my fellow legionnaires, Marius, stretches a
leg under  water and pushes his foot between my legs, brushing me there
and  staring in my eyes persistently. I get a hard on and blush, but I
don't  move away. He continues for a while, now with a light smile on
his  lips, then stops as if nothing ever happened, changes his position
and  starts to talk with another fellow. I have to wait for me becoming
soft  again before going out of the water. But Marius is waiting for me
outside  the thermae, and while we go back to our barracks, he cunningly
tells me  that I'm easy to excite. I blush again, but he continues,
saying that anyway  I suit him and that during the night he will come in
my pallet. I object that,  as we all sleep in the same room, the others
will see us, but he laughs and  tells me that everybody will pretend not
to notice. He asks me, almost  astounded, if I never realized that
during the nights almost one third of  the pallets are empty, and
another third has two bodies in them. No, I didn't  realize... The very
night he comes. I'm waiting, already aroused. But he,  to my surprise,
crouches near my face and presents his member to my lips.

I shake my head no, but he grasps my head and pushes it against his
groin.  The warmth, the smell, the strong throbbing of his member
against my face  excites me and finally I do what he wants. I don't like
it so much, but I  satisfy him. And then, he satisfies me. That's a lot
better... He comes back  a couple of nights later and everything is
repeated, but then I try his back  hole with my finger. He brusquely
pulls my hand away and whispers to me  that between two legionnaires
this thing is not to be done! So I content  myself with satisfying him,
and to be satisfied by him in his way. Better  than nothing. But one
day, while we are chatting, I tell him that I need  something different.
He proposes to go with him to a brothel. I tell him  that I'm not at all
interested in women. He laughs and says that it's better  that way: men
are cheaper. They are nothing special, the brothel slaves.

They are young, but too effeminate and silly, but I content myself and 
give vent to my needs. I am eighteen and half when we are sent to fight 
to fight in Gaul, where a local chieftain has rebelled. The travel, by
foot, is  without story. Except for the nights, when we go out for a
hunt game in  groups of three..."

"Hunting, at night? What kind of animal were you hunting?"

"No, not animals. The game consists in lying near some villa and waiting
 for a young slave to come out for his physiological needs... We then
jump  on him, keep a firm hold on him and blindfold him, so he can't
recognize  us, and while two keep him in position, the third of us fucks
him. Even if  the slave complains to his master, and even if the master
comes to complain  to our centurion or our decurion, for the slave is
not able to recognize us,  all ends there."

"A really nice sport, raping slaves!" Eugenio said in a disapproving
voice.

"Well, you know, it is a different epoch. There are trios going to hunt
slave  girls, and trios going to hunt for slave boys. But the majority
is not hairsplitting,  and fuck everything they can put their hands on.
Sometimes, by mistake, it  even happens that we fuck a free youth. In
this case our chiefs just blow  us up very severely, telling us that
such things are not to happen, but again,  all ends there. And anyway,
more than one of our preys loves it: you can  hear them asking to fuck
them harder, longer... Especially along the  consular road, where the
legions pass often. I think that some of them  come out on purpose, to
be fucked, and not just slaves or servants, but  also some young
patricians disguised as slaves. So you don't have to feel  scandalized,
I think. It is very, very rare we really need to gag them so  they don't
scream while we fuck them, I can guarantee you.

Finally we reach the Transalpine Gaul and we start to play seriously.

They are handsome, those Gauls, especially some of them: blond or ruddy,
 strong, very virile. But, being our enemies, we can just look at them 
from far, and when we meet physiqually, it is hand-to-hand-fighting and 
surely not to have sex, but to kill and not to be killed. But sometimes,
 when I walk near some of the prisoners, I cannot avoid being aroused.

My secret dream, and not just mine, I know very well, is to be able to 
have a handsome young Gaul under me...

This war is really divided in  thousand episodes, skirmishes, ambushes,
real battles, raids, but the  legions, slowly but irresistibly, go
forward. Our century is often sent as  reconnaissance patrol to explore
the area. Our spies told us that the  Gauls are organizing an ambush, so
we are again sent in reconnaissance.

At the beginning we proceed fast, even if carefully. We are in sight of
a  keep built to protect a settlers villa. The villa is in ruins,
ravaged by a  recent fire. The keep seems untouched, even if it doesn't
hoist the roman  vexilla anymore. We now proceed with prudence. It is
afternoon, the  weather is fine. Suddenly they spring up, they are a
lot. The centurion  orders us to rush to the keep: there, their
numerical superiority will be  balanced by the fortification. We succeed
in entering the keep: the weak  point is the gate without the doors, but
a few men can defend it and the  others align on the glacis. The Gauls
surround the keep, but don't attack.

Their plan is simple, they just want to starve us out. But our centurion
 smiles: if we don't return, the legion will move forward, with prudence
 but steadily, and will come to our rescue. So we have just to ration 
our food and resist. We settle down, fix the watch shifts. Gauls never 
fight at night, so we sleep rather safely, leaving the minimum of sentry
 at the gate and on the glacis. And sometimes we start again to have 
some oral sex with each other. Also because, in a sense, we are bored.

The Gauls are always there, they don't attack, they don't withdraw. At 
night we see their bonfires, we hear their songs. They must be 
approximately five hundred men. Every now and then we can see their 
food supplies wagon: they start to tempt us. Somebody proposes to sally 
forth,  but our centurion is firm, we have just to wait. We start to
feel the  hunger and still the legion doesn't show. How long can we
resist? So, one  night, by common consent with my fellows, we decide
that one of us should  try to do a sally alone, towards one of the
wagons which seem more easy to  reach, to steal some food. We cast lots
and I'm the one drawn. I'm happy to  go, a little to drive away tedium, 
a little to show off to my comrades, a little for hunger, a little
because I am  one of the nimblest... I leave my armour behind, also my
sandals, I remain with  just my short tunic on, which I girdle with my
belt in order to attach as much  provisions as possible to it. In
silence, I glide down from the glacis.

Lying  down, I slowly creep forward on the ground,  sheltered by weeds
and low bushes, holding my breath. I approach the  goal little by
little. Sincerely, my heart is in my mouth. But there is no  hindrance,
the wagon is close to me now. I succeed in slipping under it.

I look towards the keep: it is almost indistinct in the night darkness, 
notwithstanding the faint moon light. It is just a far whitish mass, and
I  can't even distinguish the sentry I know is there. I reemerge on the
other  side of the wagon, that is on its front, I stand up and start to
rummage  inside, taking and putting some food on the ground near my
feet... A rustle  makes me turn round, and I see a shadow moving. I lie
down on the ground  with my heart throbbing. I see the shadow
approaching, I hope he didn't  see me... The problem is that, lying like
that, I cannot see him anymore.

Suddenly he is in front of me. Possibly just because I'm lying on the 
ground and looking up to him from below, he seems enormous to me, 
powerful. And he looks at me with eyes like embers. He has a sword in 
his hand and rises it slowly, without losing sight of me. I feel I'm
dead. If  I have to die there, I don't want to be stabbed on my back, so
I turn on my  back and offer my chest to his sword..."

"How brave! A real Roman soldier!" Eugenio said, slightly ironically.

"We Romans are a proud people, especially when facing death. And in 
particular us patricians. We grow up with that concept. You probably 
know the words 'dulce et decorum est pro patria mori!' don't you?"

"You were dying for your stomach, not for your country..."

"How matter of factly you are! I feel I'm near dying for my country, 
anyway, and therefore, even if I'm scared to die, I accept it and
proudly."

"All right. And then?"

"He rises his sword, then bends down to me and grasps me by my belt and 
rises me. I see he is about stabbing me. Our eyes are fixed on one
anothers.

Strangely, it is like my fear abandons me, while he rises me. My body is
 unbalanced towards my head, I instinctively spread my legs to balance
it  and my short tunic rides up and I see his eyes looking on what,
inevitably,  becomes exposed to his eyes, with a look of surprise. He
slowly lets me  back down on the ground, he plants his sword on the
ground, kneels down  between my spread legs and I can read lust in his
eyes, while he unties that  kind of breeches he wears. I feel like
hypnotized. When he notices my  eyes looking between his thighs and
widening, he has an ironic smile, he  grasps my legs and pushes them up
to my chest. I try to wriggle away, but  he is incredibly strong and
after a short, silent struggle that arouses both of  us, he bends me to
his will. He puts his saliva on my anus, and then he  impales me.

It hurts like hell, but for pride, I don't emit a sound. While  he is
fucking me, his eyes are fixed on mine and he smiles, and I think 
confusedly that he is beautiful. Well, I think, afterwards he will kill
me, I  may as well enjoy those last moments. I relax and start to like
it. Even more,  the pleasure, even if mixed with pain, is growing more
and more. So, a  little for the pleasure I feel, a little to show him
I'm not a coward, I smile  to him. His smile widens and again I think he
is a beautiful man. He  brushes my nipples, I quiver and emit a soft
sigh. He wears a kind of  sleeveless vest: I slip my hands under it and
lightly squeeze his nipples.

He seems delighted, he emits a low moaning and continues to fuck me 
with evident pleasure. He also continues to titillate my nipples, always
 looking straight into my eyes. I feel his hard rod powerfully slipping
in  and out my ass and I love it. And as I feel him coming inside me, I
also  come. He slowly rises, ties his breeches again and takes his
sword. Then,  with his foot, he lightly kickes the food I had taken from
the wagon and  makes a gesture with his sword towards our keep. I look
at him, still  unbelieving. He steps back and repeats the gesture,
imperious, but  continuing to smile slightly.

I slowly take the food, without losing sight  of him, and ask myself if
he wants to kill me while I have the stolen food  on me, stabbing me at
my shoulders. He seems to understand, he steps  back again and lowers
his sword. So, taking the food at last and fixing  it to my belt, I
start to crawl on my way back. I turn to look at him, and  he is still
there. I leave the camp without problems, I'm back at the point  from
where I left the keep and utter the agreed signal. They lower me a 
rope, I grasp it and climb up. They give me a hearty welcome, even if 
they hoped I could bring back more food. They ask me why it took so 
long. I say there was a sentry, and I needed to wait for it to go away.
Just  the dull pain I feel between my buttocks can belie me, but they
don't know.

Two days after the legion at last arrives. Our besiegers rapidly
withdraw,  chased by our vanguards. We are safe! The Gauls abandoned
their wagon,  still containing a few provisions. We join the rest of the
legion and advance.  Well, the campaign is long but successful, and
finally we can go  back to Rome where the triumph awaits us. My family
is proud of me.  Now I am twenty two and my father wants me to enter
politics, so he  asks a friend of his, who is Senator, to take me as his
secretary. Three  more years pass. I marry, have a family, and a little
house on the foot of  the Quirinal."

"You did marry?"

"Sure, a marriage combined by my family, of course."

"But you liked just men, right?"

"Yes, but this doesn't mean I cannot perform my duty with a woman.

Anyway...  I'm passing through the Forum and I stop to look at the
slaves auction sale,  thinking that I can now afford having a slave for
housekeeping. A Phrygian  girl, possibly. It is said they are the best
to care children, and I already  have one child and await the second in
a couple of months. I look around.

There are also some very attractive boys, especially the Saguntans, but 
they are expensive. Then, I see in a corner a young Gaul, standing up 
waiting for his turn to be auctioned, and I recognize him at once. He 
doesn't seem to me as giant as I remembered, now, but I'm sure it is
him.

Beautiful, even if now, he has a dejected, serious, dark look. He wears 
just his characteristic breaches, dirty and worn. His chest is naked,
the  waved hair long on his shoulders has the colour of ripe wheat. I
decide  to buy him, at any price. Luckily for me the Gaul slaves are not
amongst  the most valued, so when they auction him, I'm able to win him.
I have the  faint feeling that he also recognizes me. Having paid the
money, not  even much, I take him with me. He follows me in silence.

Along the way  I ask him his name. 'Narbonix, master' he answers in
broken Latin. He is  twenty six years old, one more than me, and is a
slave since three years.  Arrived at my home, my wife doesn't seem so
happy with my purchase,  but she says nothing. She just tells me to have
him washed and to give  him a decent tunic. While Narbonix is washing
himself, I stay there and  look at him. For sure it is him, he is
splendid, I'm aroused. When he dries  himself, I draw near him and touch
him with a smile full of desire. And he  says 'You could have your
revenge now, master, now you have the sword  and the food'. He says
those words with some pride, looking me straight in  the eye.

So, it is really him, and he remembers me. I'm excited. I make him  lie
down. I rise my tunic, I put his knees to his chest and I take him. Now 
the parts are reversed. It is really enjoyable, also because he is
participating  with evident pleasure. After I give him a slave short
tunic and have his hair cut  in the roman fashion, I explain him his
duties in the house, I assign him a  place to sleep, and he starts his
work. He soon gets used to his tasks, which  he carries out with care.
He attends to my son, cooks, cleans, learns to go  shopping. He has a
good character, reserved, proud, but careful, so little by  little my
wife starts to appreciate him. I too appreciate him more and more  and
often, at night, I go where he sleeps. He receives me with evident 
pleasure and little by little our way to have sex also changes and
becomes  more gentle and pleasurable than ever.

He is affectionate to my children and  they are to him. He has the
tendency to spoil them, but he is also able to make  them behave well.
Things are going all right, we have in our household now  two female
slaves and three male slaves, including Narbo as we call him.

But he is the only one taking responsibility for my sons and I make him 
chief of the slaves. And our relationship continues and becomes deeper.
I  pass delicious hours with him and I am so grateful for the pleasure
he is  able to give me, that I decide to allow him to take me as I feel
he desires.

He is moved, and also while taking me he is able to give me very intense
 pleasure. When I'm elected magistrate, I buy a new house on the Velium.

I decide to free Narbo. He asks me to remain in my household, at my
service,  and I willingly agree. Also because it is now evident for us
that he is my  secret lover, evident to both of us, even if we never
touched the subject.  And that's when, for the first time, we talk about
our first, old encounter.

I ask him why he didn't kill me, and he answers that he was impressed by
 my beauty and my courage and that he did took me not in scorn but for 
desire. He tells me that, even if in Gaul he was married, he always
loved  men and than now that he was with me, even if far from his
country, from his  people, he feels happy. And happy I am for this
lover, devout and sincere.

The republic is passing difficult moments. Often populace riots burst
out.  They are instigated by the various patricians trying, with this
pressing mean,  to impose their will, their politics on the Senate. And
it is during one of those  riots that I'm stabbed with a dagger by
somebody and I die, at the age of  thirty six. So, as a soul, I enter
the iron that separated me from my body  and remain there for almost
three years..."

"So, you don't know what became of Narbo."

"No. Even analyzing the memory of the following life, there is no trace
of Narbo."

"Didn't you look for him?"

"I couldn't, because in my new life I didn't have memory of him. I could
 have  met him by chance and, after the death of that body, I could
became  aware I have met him again. But it didn't happen."

"I see. But that's a pity... Well, Now I have to leave you, I'm busy.
But  tomorrow I want to hear another tale abut your reincarnations."

"What period?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow, otherwise you could prepare yourself."

"You really are unbelieving, eh? All right, see you tomorrow, then."

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CONTINUES IN PART 3

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