Date: Wed, 31 Mar 1999 14:44:40 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: Soul in Cellular 06

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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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6 - IGNACE

The day after, as soon as he had some free time, Eugenio took his
cellular and asked the voice to tell him about Ignace.

"Yes. I am the son of a weaver. Our family is really numerous, and my
father has difficulties to manage to make both ends meet, even though I
and my two elder brothers are working. I am twelve. I work as a
dishwasher and scullery boy in a restaurant patronized by wealthy
bourgeois. At home, we sleep in two rooms: my parents with my three
sisters in one and in the other, divided in two beds, us six boys. I
sleep with Robert, the oldest, who is fourteen, and with Pierre, my
brother of eight. In the other bed sleeps Mathieu, who is thirteen,
Noel, ten years old, and Paul who is six.

One night I wake up feeling that Robert is doing strange movements: he
is masturbating. I ask him what the hell  he is doing, and he explains
it to me, touches me, jacks me off. I like it. For some nights, we
continue that way, as soon as the other brothers are sleeping, until
once he persuades me to try something different. He makes me lay on my
tummy, lays on my shoulders, points his hard tool between my small
buttocks, and pushes until he can put it all inside me. It is a strange
but not unpleasant sensation... Then he starts moving up and down and
this also doesn't bother me, eve if I don't find it so pleasurable. But
he seems to like it very much, and after some nights, I start to feel
some good vibrations in my body.

What on the contrary I don't like at all, is what happens to me a few
months later. I have just finished to wash up in the kitchen. I am the
last. I go, as every night, to see the owner to get that day's pay. The
master counts the coins, is about to give them to me, but he stops. He
looks at me in a strange way. Tells me to come closer. Then he tells me
that I am a nice lad, that I'm growing well, that he likes me. Even if
after all these are compliments, I feel ill at ease for the way he is
looking at me.

He is sitting at his desk, turns with the chair towards me, pulls me
between his spread legs, caresses me. But when his hand starts to finger
me between my legs, I step back. He blocks me up, says that he wants to
see my dick and unbuttons my breeches. I try to stop him. He insists,
tells me that he knows I jerk off hiding from my father, and that he
just wants to amuse himself with me. He lowers my breeches and caresses
me between my legs. I am terribly embarrassed, I beg him to stop, but it
is as if he doesn't hear me. He feels my little ass, rummages with his
finger and pushes it inside my little hole. That vexes me and gives me
too much embarrassment, so I again ask him to stop, but this is
absolutely not his intention.

Little by little he undresses me, then starts to undress himself too. He
forces me on my knees and pulls my face against his hard rod and tells
me to suck it. I try to resist, just the idea to put my lips on that
meat tube from where we piss, disgusts me, we never did that, I and my
brother. He brushes his hard meat and balls all over my face, and
continues to tell me that I have to lick it, to suck it. I keep my mouth
stubbornly closed, until he becomes really angry, slaps my face several
times with energy and tells me that I just have to obey. I start to be
quite scared and in the end, I open my mouth. He warns me not to let him
feel my teeth, then he pushes it inside my mouth and, holding my head
with both hands, makes me move it back and forth on his big rod. I have
the gag reflex, and try to pull back. He slaps me again, then continues
to use my head and mouth to get his pleasure. I manage to suppress the
gag reflex...

Then he takes me, puts me with my chest on his desk, my legs hanging
down, spreads open my little buttocks and start to push with his big rod
in my hole. He starts to open my hole and the pain is so strong that I
scream. He plugs my mouth with his hand and continues to push his way
inside me with strong stokes. The pain is really strong, I try to
wriggle out, uselessly, he continues to push his tool inside me,
impaling me, stretching my bowel in a very painful way. I feel
completely open, defenseless, and suddenly all my vigour seems to
abandon me and I just lay there, limp. He then starts to hammer inside
me, emitting short pleasure groans that make me think of a pig gulping
down at his trough... and I am the trough. His hands claw my small
buttocks, roughly kneading them. And finally he pushes all the way
inside me, and he spurts, jet after jet, inside me. Now, sated, he pulls
out, dresses again and makes me dress. Then, he tells me that I better
not tell anything to anybody about what 'we' did, if I don't want to
lose my work...

On the contrary, as I am back home and as soon as my father is back
also, I tell him everything. He listens to me, shakes his head, then
tells me that we cannot afford to lose my salary, that finding another
job is really impossible, that I have to be patient, to endure, because
those are things that happens... and that, if my boss wants to do it
again, I should better not rise objections. And that, no matter how
painful it is, it is just a question of time until I get used to it...

Being disappointed, embittered, I tell that night everything to my
brother Robert, he embraces and caresses me, and tells me: 'How do you
think we have these two rooms for so little money? Since two years I
have to do the same thing with our houselord. That's why every week it
is me who has to bring him the money... and my ass.' Then he tells me
that we have no other possibility but to console each other, because at
least we love each other. He kisses me, caresses me and for that night
we don't make love, because I am still too hurting.

After that evening I try to end my work before the others, but my boss
understands my aim and gives me more work so that I am the last to
finish, thus he can fuck me. I have no escape. I have to undergo my boss
fucking me, and I suffer from it. There is no tenderness, no care, he
just wants to use me for his pleasure. Anyway little by little the
physical pain goes away. My only consolation is my brother Robert, and
to know that he shares my same misfortune. This seems to quite
strengthen our union. I like making love with him, anyway, because he is
tender and loving.

I am fifteen, when one night, after having been used by my boss like
usual, three drunk soldiers of our Dutch King grasp me, drag me in an
alley and rape me. They lower my trousers, make me bend and fuck me at
the same time in the ass and in the mouth, and they laugh and tell me
that we Belgians are only good for that, to be fucked by Dutch. They
leave me just when they hear people coming and run away, leaving me on
the pavement, half naked. The people who are coming succour me. They ask
me what happened. When I tell them, they take me home and ask my father
to report the crime to the authorities. My father is hesitant, but these
people, men of the bourgeoisie who never accepted that Belgium was
united to Holland, and that our King had to be a Dutch, see a good
occasion in my case to rise the public opinion, so they give my father
money to convince him to go with them to report the crime.

All the newspapers report my rape.

But my father's boss is a Flemish, pro-Dutch, and he tells my father
that he has to withdraw the report to the police if he doesn't want to
be fired. So my father goes to the police and tells them that I invented
everything, because I hate the Dutch, and withdraws the report. But the
thing doesn't end here, in fact as a consequence the police arrest me
for defamation and offence to the Royal Army, and I am put in prison.

The very first moment I put foot in the prison, I am at once prey of the
other inmates that use me to sate their greed for sex. They just snap
their fingers, and I have to kneel between their legs to satisfy them
with my mouth. I try to rebel, but I am just badly beaten and they eat
my food, and soon I understand that I can only comply. What, at the
beginning, makes me feel more sick is that quite often I have do do my
blow jobs in front of everybody. But nobody seems to care, so I soon get
used to it. This is at day time. At night, they come to my pallet and,
without saying a word, they just lower my trousers and fuck me, some
quite in hurry, some other taking good part of the night to slowly enjoy
my ass. You can guess, we are around thirty inmates in the same wide
cell, each day at least three or four of them require my services."

"But, you were put in the same cell with adults? Not in the minor
prison?" Eugenio asks, astounded.

"There is no minor prison in this time, and the cells are normally
communal, for big groups of people. And my impression is that the
wardens just share out the minors or youngest inmates between the
different cells, just with the purpose to give vent to the older
inmates' sexual urge.

When I am free again, I am seventeen. My old boss doesn't want me any
more in his restaurant. I look for a work, but can't find any. At home,
my father seems reluctantly to seeing me, perhaps he feels guilty. Only
my brother Robert welcomes me again. Just when I am in his arms and he
makes love with me, at night, I feel someway relieved, he gives me
warmth, affection, tenderness. But I don't know what to do. All day long
I roam around the city, hoping to find a work, of any kind. Until, one
evening, while I sit on the stairs of a church after the umpteenth 'No'
and don't feel like going back home, a guy approaches me. It is a
bourgeois. He looks at me, then asks me how much I want. I don't
understand: how much do I want, for what? He explains to me in clear
words: to be fucked by him. I look at him flabbergasted, but then I
think that, after all, after having been used by dozens of men, it is
not bad doing it for money. So I ask him how much he is willing to give
me. And I accept.

He takes me to a very cheap hotel, makes me undress and for a while he
turns around me, looking at my body and feeling me, until he manages to
give me an erection. I'm ashamed but excited: normally I was just fucked
and forgot about... Then he undresses, and I see that he already has a
strong hard on. He lies on the bed and asks me to lick and kiss his
body. I obey. He continues to touch me to keep me aroused. Then he asks
me to suck his cock and wet it well with my spit, because he wants to
fuck my ass. And in fact after a while, he makes me stand on my knees,
holding myself on the bed's headboard with both hands, kneels between my
legs, takes me at my waist and penetrates me with only one steady,
determined, long and slow push. Then, when he is completely inside me,
he holds me on my chest and tummy with both his arms, and waving back
and forward his groin, he starts to fuck me. Meanwhile he brushes my
nipples and genitals and nibs at my neck and shoulders. It is not at all
unpleasant. He fucks me for a long while, until he squeezes me strongly
and pushes himself the deepest he can, and with a set of short but
strong strokes, he unloads inside me. He remains still for a while,
slightly panting, then very slowly slips out of me. He makes me sit on
the bed, crouches between my legs and tells me that he wants to drink my
milk! So he starts to suck me, until I give him all my sperm that he
greedily swallows. Then, with a sated expression, he tells me to dress
again. He pays me and we leave the hotel, and part without a word.

So, I start my career as a prostitute. I discover where are the place
are where the customers looks for boys like me, and I align my price
level with that of the other boys. At home I say I have found a work as
a sculler boy in a restaurant very far from home, so I can also justify
the fact that I come back home at the small hours. I don't even have the
courage to tell the truth to Robert, I am too ashamed. In fact I think
that having sex being forced, and having sex for money is not the same
thing.

I don't bring home all the money I earn, I cannot, in fact no sculler
boy could earn so much money. So I hide part of it. I want to save
enough money to leave the town. I dream of a better future, far from
there. Possibly in England.

I am nineteen and half when I can realize my dream: I board a ship and
leave for England. It is all but easy! I undervalued the problem of
language. Not speaking English I can't find a work and my savings
rapidly finish. So I start again to prostitute myself, you don't need to
speak for that. I survive, start again to save some money and, more
important, I learn English.

I am twenty one years old when I decide to move to Bristol, a town that
is flourishing as an industrial center. But here it is also not easy to
find a job. Until one day when, speaking with the young owner of a
manufacture, from the way he is looking at me, I understand that he is
attracted to me. In the meantime I learned to recognize the lust which
sparkled in the eyes of my clients when we were haggling about the
price. So, when he tells me that he has no use for non-specialized
workers, I tell him that I am ready to do anything, just to get a work.
He doesn't wait for any more words: he tells me that if I really am
ready to please him, perhaps he can give me some work. I tell him I'm
ready to please him as he better likes. He decides to immediately test
me. He locks his office door with the key, asks me to what extent I'm
ready to do really anything and feels with his hand between my legs.

I let him do it. He opens my trousers, lowers them, makes me bend on his
desk and takes me with such ardour that at each of his strokes the table
moves. I want to be hired at any price, so I do my best to give him
pleasure: I make my hole throb, and emit low, fake pleasure moans,
knowing that this can arouse him even more, I push myself against his
groin to meet his pushes, I slightly waver my pelvis. He asks me if I
like being fucked by him, and I answer that  he is a real man, that I
love how he fucks me. He mounts me at full gallop now, and in a short
while he gets a very strong orgasm. When I can stand again, I see in his
eyes that he is really satisfied. In fact he hires me. But not for the
factory, instead as a servant in his house. He assigns me a small room,
not in the garrett like the other servants of the family, but behind the
laundry room. And he comes to visit me quite often: each time he wants
to give vent to his lust.

Anyway I have a work, the family is big, there is a lot to do in that
house. The father, him and his two brothers, older than him, are the
owners of the manufactory and the family is more than wealthy.
Altogether we are eleven servants living in that house, included Ryan,
the seventeen years old son of the butler and the cook. I understand he
is attracted to me, and I manage to bring him to confess me that he
likes men, and me in particular. So we start to make love when we can
withdraw without rising any suspect. I am his first man, so I have to
teach him everything, but he is eager to learn. And sex between us is
good, it is very similar to what I had with my brother Robert, just much
more variated. When we make love we exchange lot of tenderness and
affection and it is good to be in each others arms. We normally start
our secret encounters embracing, kissing caressing each other and we
slowly undress each other. Then we suck each other with real passion for
a while, until he asks me, he begs me to fuck him... I like it very much
to take him, and I don't want to penetrate him from the back but from
his front, because I like looking at his smiling face while I move
inside him... He always gives me splendid orgasms and he too comes while
I'm coming inside him... It is really good sex."

"Were you in love?" Eugenio asked.

"Not really in love, but we were really well together. In some way he
needed me and I needed him. Possibly, if our relationship could
continue, we could also have fallen in love with each other. But, after
not even one year that I've lived in that house, I and the young master
are caught by his father, who first whips me with anger, then chases me
from his home on the spot, because I corrupted his son! Just be aware
that his son is five years older than me!

At this point I am twenty two years old, and even if I try again to
prostitute myself, I can't find enough clients. It is going from bad to
worst. I start to pilfer and I'm lucky, I never get caught. I also start
to beg and I sleep wherever I can. This life continues for six years, in
a more and more bad state, so that I show almost ten years more than my
age. And I am twenty eight when, after two weeks of strong fever, I die
for starvation under a bridge, lonely, feeling an immense pain all over
my body. It is 1838, we are on the climax of of the industrial
revolution. Well I prefer the barbarian epoch, believe me..."

Eugenio kept silent for a while. Then, thoughtfully he said: "It is an
horrible story..."

"Do you think that such things don't happen any more? Here in Europe? I
whish it would be like that, but sincerely I don't believe it. Yes,
there is more equality, more justice, more laws to protect the weak,
but..."

"I preferred the stories you were telling me before..."

"I don't doubt that. Well, the next one I am going to tell you will be
different, I promise you."

"Yes.. it will be better. I still have time, why don't you tell me now
something more pleasurable?"


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ROX

"All right. My name is Rox, I am born in Grav'inis, not far from Carnac.
My father is a skilled potter, appreciated by the community..."

"Sorry, but what year is it?"

"I can't say with precision, but possibly, more or less 1500 b.C.. The
calendar is not yet known in this part of the world..."

"And, how do you know were you are born?"

"In a later life I went to these places, and I'm quite sure they are the
same.

In our village the chief is the man having more cattle and land than the
others. He is a kind of king, if you want, but he is assisted by the
council of the family fathers, that has a certain amount of power. The
two wavers, the potter, the three stone cutters and the shaman are
anyway influential people, constituting the chief's council.

So, I am born in an important family. I am respected by the boys of my
age, and also by the village people who have as their unique resource
the strength of their arms. We are not yet really divided into social
classes, but there is something like an outline of it. But marriages
still are free, there is some kind of equality feeling, due also to the
fact that all the efficient men, wealthy or not, have to defend the
village in case of an attack from other villages. This happens quite
rarely, I just heard talking about it from the old people, but all my
life it didn't happen.

I reach puberty and then, for me and some of my friends, the coming of
age ceremony is celebrated. It consists of three rites: the emission of
our sperm to testify we really are adult, the cut of our hair and the
ceremony of taking the habit. In fact, before that all the children are
stark naked. Each of the rites has, of course, songs and dances and the
complete ceremony lasts a full lunation.

Amongst us boys, after puberty, it is normal to have sex, in fact the
mothers closely watch their daughters until their marriage, and if one
of us boys does a little too much the rounds to a girl, it is not rare
that her mother tells us to stop it and to go giving vent to our hots
with another boy. In fact the marriage is celebrated four springs after
the coming of age. The parents decide, after the puberty ceremony, the
couples. I have to marry Ker, the daughter of the nearing village's
ropemaker.

Besides cultivating the fields and breeding animals, at times we go
hunting, fishing and so our diet is rich. We conserve some of the food,
this is the women's task, so also in winter we can have good meals.
There is also enough free time, and during the year there are several
festivals. One of the most interesting is the festival when from each
village groups carry the surplus of the production, to go to the wide
plain to swap their productions with the surplus of other villages. It
is right on that occasion that also the marriages are negotiated.

The Great Reunion, how it is called, takes place at the end of Autumn,
near the point where the small river merges with the big one in a long
but small fall. The fall is a little higher than a standing adult, but
it is long like about twenty lying adults. Mainly we boys go to bathe at
the fall, on that occasion.

It is here that I see Bres for the first time. He is an adolescent of a
village near the sea, he is lean and nimble. I feel at once attracted to
him, so passing under and behind the fall, I arrive unseen at his
shoulders, circle his waist and pull him to me. He reacts in surprise,
thinking I want to fight, but when I gently grope him on his genitals he
understands my intentions, laughs and he also starts to touch me between
my legs. We are aroused and soon disappear behind the water curtain. I
am more developed than him, and he likes to touch me. We are even more
aroused. He caresses my hard rod and smiles, I caress his small and firm
buttocks and with a finger explore the crack and the puckered hole. His
smile widens, and after a short while, he turns around and offers his
nice ass to me without any hesitation. I take him standing in the
shelter of the thick water curtain, I feel his little hole opening to
accept me, and Bres pushes his lower back against my groin, lightly
wavering his hips: I smoothly slip inside him and I feel a really
pleasurable sensation.

He is tight and hot, and evidently likes being fucked by me, because in
spite of the noisy water fall, I can hear him moaning for pleasure.
While steadily pumping inside him, I brush his nipples and caress his
little hard dick and his nice contracted balls. He pushes his head back
on my chest and moans even stronger. And each time I sink in him, he
pushes back his little ass to be better penetrated. Whith his hands he
caresses my hands that are roaming on his body. And he suddenly comes,
and with each spurt all his muscle also contract his hole around my rod,
so that I, too, soon cum inside him.

We part, he turns around and looks at me with bright eyes. He caresses
my chest and I tell him that I liked taking him very much. He smiles and
says that he too really enjoyed being fucked by me, and that he wants to
do it again with me. Our villages are not far, so we make a date to meet
at the great rock that is more or less at half way. And at last we tell
each other our names.

So we start to meet. With my other friends, normally, we penetrate each
other in turn, but Bres likes just to be penetrated, and that suits me
fine. In the great rock there is a small cave where we spread a thick
layer of leaves to be more comfortable, and there we undress and lie to
have sex. Differently from the other boys, we don't  mate immediately.
First we just touch, brush our bodies one against the other and just
when we both are really aroused I take him. I like Bres more and more
and evidently it is the same wih him. This, anyway, doesn't refrain me
from having sex also with other boys of my village.

But while for the other boys this coupling is just a waiting period
before having their girl, to me and Bres it is different. One day he
tells me that he really is not at all attracted by girls, and I know,
and tell him, that for me it is the same. So, one day, we mutually
promise that we will continue to meet at the great rock also after our
marriages.

I like very much when, after arousing him at the most, he begs me to
take him and I don't do it immediately, I make him wait and tease him
until he can't resist any more and prays me, beseeches me to take him.
Then I finally agree to his insistent request and he is so excited that
he cums even without touching his dick. Bres adores me, and of course
this pleases me. Quite often, after I enjoyed him, he succeeds in
arousing me again and making me take him a second time. He discovers
that I love being licked all over my body and he learns to do that in a
really skilled way.

So, one day, after licking my thighs, for the first time, on instinct,
he takes my tool in his mouth: I find that extremely pleasurable and
suddenly cum in his mouth. He swallows all my cum and seems to like its
taste. So I teach this new possibility also to the other village boys,
and some of them like it a lot. But Bres remains the best: he does it
with a passion that most don't have. For making love, he is the most
skilled boy I ever met.

First I, and then also Bres, have to marry. But as we promised each
other, we continue to regularly meet at the great rock and to make love
with passion. The other boys of my village, once married, cease to have
sex amongst each other, at least for what I know, and seem fully
satisfied and sated with their women. Not Bres and I, who always find
more good when we unite between ourselves than when we have to carry out
our duty with our women.

The chief of our village dies and the great tomb of his family is
reopened to bury him. Then his eldest son is appointed chief and a great
festival is held, and some envoys of the neighbouring villages
participate. Bres is also amongst the envoys. As each house of the
village hosts one or more of the envoys from the other villages, of
course I host my friend Bres. At night I can't resist the idea to have
him here and I want make love with him, so I sneak in his bed. He
welcomes me with real pleasure. We kiss, then we suck each other and
when Bres feels I am fully aroused, without words he offers himself to
me. I sink in him with extreme pleasure and start to piston inside him,
while he, happy and very excited, caresses all my body. We are
passionately making love, when my wife wakes up and catches us in the
act.

You have to know that in this period and in our land, women have a
remarkable influence on social life. So, the day after, she goes to see
our chief and tells him that she doesn't want me at home anymore. The
chief tries to calm her down, after all he is my friend, but she makes
such a fuss that all the village comes to know about the fact. So we
become everybody's laughing stock. Also for the other envoys of Bres
village, for all the envoys from all the villages, and for the women. We
are treated like boys, with heavy jests, and at times also like women.

I can't stand all that anymore, so I challenge one of my villagers to a
duel. Not only the chief opposes to this duel, but the guy says, with a
scornful air, that he doesn't fight against a woman or a boy. I am
furious and fly into a great rage. At this point the chief advises me to
better leave the village. Also my brothers, who are very ashamed because
of me, insist that I have to move away.

So, together with Bres, we take our weapons, some food and we abandon my
village. But what to do? We will for sure not be welcomed in the
neighbouring villages, where as soon as the various envoys will be back,
our situation will be known. So, hunting and fishing to eat, and
gathering edible vegetables, we start a journey towards the south. We
try to be accepted in several villages, telling we are brothers, but
there is diffidence towards two unknown men without a family.

We fear winter: without a shelter, and without a provision of preserved
food, we feel that we will not be able to survive. We arrive in a wide
village and we see that the inhabitants are working to build a great
grave, transporting the huge stones with wooden rolls and ropes. So we
offer ourselves to work for them in exchange of a shelter and food. The
chief accepts: four strong arms more to build his new family grave are
just useful.

They come to know that Bres is a ropemaker, and I a potter, so, besides
the help to build the grave, we also start to help the local potter and
ropemaker. Little by little we are integrated. But then, the chief asks
us if we want to take a wife. I feel lost, we are over again! But Bres
has a brilliant idea: he confides to the chief that we cannot marry, or
just have sex with a woman, in fact at our birth there was a prophecy
that we will die the same moment we will couple with a woman.

These news seem to interest their priest: in this place, differently
from our villages, the priest, or shaman or man of the spirits how they
are called in the different places, has to absolutely never couple with
a woman, therefore he can have sex exclusively with his acolytes, one of
whom at his death will take his place. Seeing that with my actual
knowledge I would say that this tribe did find a simple and easy way to
integrate the gay people.

So, after some meetings, we become assistants of the priest. Now we have
an official role in this small society and, above all, we can have sex
without problems. But it happens that I take a fancy in a young acolyte,
the favourite of the priest, a boy of an incredible gentleness and
beauty, and I start to discretely court him. Until one day I succeed in
being alone with him in the wood. So I clearly tell him how much I
desire him. He dithers, hesitates, seems ashamed, but when I embrace and
kiss him, he surrenders and starts to reciprocate. Little by little we
undress each other, we lie on the grass and finally we start making
love. He is tender, delicate, but also passionate. After having aroused
him, I finally penetrate him with immense pleasure. He shakes under me
and actively participates giving me a great enjoyement. After having
finally unloaded myself in him, I become aware that his beautiful rod
still is hard end erect and I feel the desire to have it in me. So I
offer myself to him. He seems stupefied, but he comes to me, really
excited. I have to guide him inside me, and he enters me, and I love the
sensation, but after a few fast strokes he cums moaning aloud his
pleasure. I am the first man he could penetrate and he also likes very
much being the top. The boy falls in love with me and our secret
relationship begins.

Meanwhile also the priest takes a fancy in Bres and he keeps on until
one day he succeeds in making love with him. Evidently the priest looses
his head for Bres, and this doesn't amaze me at all, because Bres is
really able to make love in a very special way. So, the priest, in order
to have Bres all for himself, decides to poison me little by little to
get rid of me. But his acolyte becomes aware of that, warns me and gives
me an antidote. The priest is astounded for my resistance to his poison,
therefore he increases the doses, until one day his acolyte just swaps
the food in our bowls...

The priest is almost immediately hit by a strong pain and dies within a
few hours. He has just the time to realize that he has been poisoned
with his own poison but he can't understand by whom. In fact he never
suspected that his favoured acolyte and I are lovers, because he was too
taken in trying to hide his affair with Bres.

The new priest is my young secrete lover. From the neighbouring villages
come the priests to consecrate him with a long rite. He wants me at his
side as his first assistant and of course also as his secrete lover. But
I am restless, and it is not so long after that I take a fancy in his
new young acolyte, a really agreeable boy, so, little by little, I
manage to make him fall in love with me and to convince him to be mine.
The problem is that Bres officially is my lover, so that I make love
with him and however I like Bres, I continue in secret to make love with
the new priest and also, each time we can, I have very good sex with his
young, complaisant acolyte who, officially, is the priest's lover. A
very complicated situation that puts me often in difficulty..."

"A real Don Juan, in short..." Eugenio interrupts him with a sneer.

"No, more of a Casanova..."

"And what's the difference?"

"Huge: Don Juan was interested just in the conquest, and once he
obtained what he wanted, he was no more interested in his partner, and
started to search something new. Casanova on the contrary was fascinated
by all of them, and the women were to look for him, to get round him..."

"Well, then you were half way, because in reality, as you are telling
me, it is you to look for them and to go round them..."

"Yes, it is true. I would like to have all of them for me, I am not able
to renounce to any of them. I like Bres, I like the young priest, I like
the acolyte..."

"But are you in love with at least one of the three?"

"Probably not... I love them, really, but all three in the same way.
Love, the real one, comes later. And it is right for it that I lose my
life. I fall in love for a boy of the village where we now live, whose
name is Frey. He is near marrying, therefore he must be around fifteen
years old. I start to court him, I let him understand how much I like
him and desire him, how important he is becoming for me. He rejects me,
gently, but he doesn't want to have sex with me. I feel madly in love
with him. So I try again, but he again refuses me.

One day I see him near the small lake. He is completely naked, he must
have swam, and he is stretched under the sun. We are far from the
village and there is nobody around. I am on my way back after gathering
some herbs with medicinal properties. He doesn't hear me approaching, he
has his eyes closed.

I stop near him and contemplate him, and I am aroused. Without any
noise, I put down my basked with herbs and my bronze sickle, pull out my
clothes and go to him. I am sure that if I manage to have him excited,
he will be mine. If I succeed in making love with him, he will
understand how much I love him and will no longer reject me. Therefore I
have to make him mine, to take him. When he realizes my intention, he
rebels. We fight. I am more and more excited, I want him, I want him to
feel the strength of my love, I want him at last to accept it. He too is
soon aroused, and this gives me even more determination, pushes me to
proceed. I am an adult, stronger than him, so little by little I succeed
in bending his body to my desire.

I can't understand anything more, I just know that he has to be mine,
that I want him, that I have to take him and I think that, if I succeed,
he will be mine forever. I am finally penetrating him, entering him, he
is so warm, so tight, throbbing, and so beautiful... I feel being in
paradise. I feel happy and smile to him... he grasps my sickle and hits
me. I am like stupefied, I loosen my hold, tell him that I'm in love
with him, but he hits me again, and again, and again... I am dying, I am
parting from my body. I don't feel pain any more, I see him attack
ruthlessly on my inanimate body. Then Frey, covered with my blood, pulls
me in the water, keeps my head under, and all is over."

"Shit, what a death! Terrible."

"A death like any other. I just am sad that he didn't understand my
love."

"But you were raping him!"

"Yes... and no. I really was in love with him."

"Love is not to take, but to give."

"Yes, little by little human beings are understanding that, but it took
not few a thousands of years. And men have yet to fully understand this,
in reality. The desire to take more than to give remains very strong in
the human being, don't you agree? Jealousy is one evident proof of
this."

"Anyway... you have to become a novelist..."

"I? I can't, I don't have a body. Perhaps one of my future incarnations,
but of course then I will not be able to suggest him my past
experiences. Possibly, you can rather write down what I'm telling
you..."

"I'm not a novelist, I am just an office worker. I don't have the needed
fantasy..."

"No, real life is a lot more fanciful than the most lively imagination,
believe me, Eugenio. I lived more interesting things in my lives than
what was written in the gay novels John was reading."

"It seems so. What will you tell me, tomorrow?"

"What you want." the voice quietly answered.

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CONTINUES IN PART 7

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In my home page I've put some of my stories. If someone wants to read
them, the URL is

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If you want to send me feedback, my e-mail is

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