Date: Wed, 31 Mar 1999 14:44:40 +0900 From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com> Subject: Soul in Cellular 03 ---------------------------- 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 ----------------------------- 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. ----------------------------- 3 - SELIM Eugenio sat comfortably on the lounge armchair but, unlike usually, didn't switch on the TV set. It was more amusing to use the cellular. He opened it and at once the voice said: "Do you need to do a telephone call, or do you want to talk with me?" "With you. Tell me, who were you around the year... 1100?" "I am Selim, an Arab groom. I am born in the year 434 of Hegira, that is 1056 of the Christian era." "Hey, suddenly you are no more in Europe?" "Sure I am in Europe, I'm born in Sicily that since about 170 years is dominated by the Arabs." "And how did it happen that you incarnated in an Arab?" "Before I was a Byzantine knight, then a Sicilian fisherman, then, after the Arab conquest, an Arab merchant, and at last Selim, all right? And after Selim, as the Norsemen arrived in Sicily, I incarnated in a Norseman, but I died when I was just two years old..." "You know history very well..." "I know everything I experienced and everything my various 'I's have studied. I can say I know some parts a lot better than many historians." "But, do you really remember everything?" "Everything in the smallest details, even what my various 'I's forgot during their lives. Do you want me to recite you all the Koran or all the Bible by heart? Or also..." "No no, thank you! Tell me rather about that Sicilian groom." "Well, I come to life in 434 of the Hegira, son of an Arab soldier and a Sicilian girl. They call me Selim. As a boy, I'm sent to work at the Emir's stables. I am thirteen. The Norsemen have landed on the island and a long war is fought. But where we live, everything is quiet, the land is still firmly in the Emir's hands. One day the Emir's son comes to the stable and tells me to prepare his horse. I am saddling it as I hear the prince saying to the other groom to go to the palace and ask the servants for the mantle he forgot, so we are alone now. He comes near me, telling me that he noticed me, that I am a really handsome boy, that I found grace at his eyes. I feel excited, and to receive such compliments by the son of our sovereign is agreeable. Then he gives me a coin. I help him to mount the horse. The other groom comes back with the mantle, the prince takes it, spurs his horse and goes away. Naively, I tell to the other groom, a seventeen year old boy, about the compliments I've received. He bursts out laughing. Thinking he doesn't believe me, I say, upset, that I'm not a liar. He continues laughing, but he says he believes me. He puts his hand on my ass and repeats that surely he believes me: 'The prince wants this', he says. 'How?' I ask, 'What do you mean?' He explains to me that he also has gone through it: the prince will pay me more compliments, will give me more coins and when he feels I'm grateful and ready to please him, he will ask me to let him take my ass. And of course I could do nothing but let him mount me as he pleases, exactly as it has been with him. The prince is back and does pay me some more compliments. When he goes away, the other groom, Ali, smiles and tells me to be prepared to loose my cherry: 'He will hurt you a lot, he has a very big dong... it will be better if you train, Selim, before that.' 'To train? And how?' I ask him. 'Well, mine is not so big, let me fuck your ass, so you'll start to get used to it' he says and pulls me to him and caresses my ass. I say no and withdraw, but I'm worried. The prince is more and more gentle with me, gives me more coins, caresses my hair... Ali returns to the attack, tells me that it will be really painful, that it will hurt me badly, and insists it would be better if I let him prepare me. To convince me, he pulls it out and shows it to me. It seems big to me, but he says that the prince's dong is lot bigger and he makes a gesture with his hands to show me its size. I shiver in fear... The prince is more and more gentle with me... I feel the moment approaching. So, one evening when we are alone in the stable, I tell Ali that perhaps he is right, that perhaps... Ali smiles, takes me to the storeroom for horse rugs, makes me lower my breeches and uncover my ass, makes me lie on some rugs and with his finger he spreads something on my hole: he explains to me that it is an unguent that will make me feel less pain. Then, he comes on me, pushes his rod in my hole, I scream. He shuts my mouth with his hand and takes me with force. It hurts me, I wriggle, but to no avail. He fucks me for a good while. When it is over, I'm in tears: 'How should I ever take the prince inside me?' I ask scared. 'You will see, you will get used to it, as I got, even if nobody helped me to prepare my hole for that.' he says, 'The important thing is that we do it again, until your hole is used to it. Look, Selim, I'm doing this just because I want to help you' he says... Well, I believe him, and even thank him. I accept the prince's kindness towards me with trepidation and fear, and wonder when he will decide to take the last step, that is to take me, and meanwhile I continue being fucked by Ali. I see that he is right, I'm getting used, and within a few weeks I even begin to like it. So, I think that when the prince will mount me, it will be the same: at the beginning it will be painful, but I'll get used to his bigger size also... Two, three months pass, but the prince doesn't seem to decide, until one day he tells me that he really likes me a lot and that he decided he wants me at palace, in his quarters as a personal page boy. Here we are, I think in a flutter of anticipation and fear. I follow him. He gives me page clothes, he takes me to his bed room and shows me where I will sleep: at the bottom of his wide bed, there is a little bed... Amongst my duties, he explains to me, there will be helping him to undress in the evenings and to dress in the mornings... So, that same evening, while I wait for him in his bed room, I mentally prepare for what is about to happen. He comes. I help him to undress, almost trembling. He has a really fine body, strong, it is the first time I see him without his clothes on. He remains with just the short underpants on him, that don't hide a big swelling, and he lies on his bed. I ask him if I have to undress, he says 'Sure, boy!' So I pull off my clothes and remain, like him, with just my underpants on me, then I go close to his bed and tell him that I'm ready. He looks at me with an interrogative air and tells me to go and lie on my bed. I go, thinking that perhaps he prefers coming to my bed, so I lie down, and wait. After a while I hear his regular breathing: he is asleep! I don't understand, but I think that perhaps he doesn't feel like, tonight... The following morning I help him to dress, but again nothing happens; he is kind, gentle with me, at times he gives me something like a caress, but nothing more. Some days pass, but nothing happens. So, at the first opportunity, I go to look for Ali and I ask him why the prince hasn't taken me yet... He starts laughing and tells me that I swallowed his story: the prince only likes women, he says, it is him, Ali, who wanted to fuck me and, with that excuse, he got what he wanted. I'm angry with him and attack him, but he holds me fast and tells me not to be silly: he knows that I like it a lot being fucked, then, what do I complain about? While he keeps a firm hold on me, he touches me, he arouses me... and at the end he persuades me to give myself to him again. It is true, I like it very much, feeling his rod hammering inside me... So, from time to time, when I'm done with my duties, I go to the stable to have sex with Ali, without any further excuses, no more shame. I'm no longer angry with him, now, on the contrary... I like Ali, I like the enthusiasm and the impetuous way he takes me. The story with Ali continues for three years, until he marries and tells me that he doesn't need me anymore. But at this point I like it too much, and I want to do it again. But with whom? There are people attracting me, first of all the prince, but I don't know if he, or others, would like to do it with me, I don't know how to ask for it, how to make the other understand. So almost one year passes, it's really difficult for me. I ask Ali again and a couple of time I talk him into satisfying me. But I want somebody steady, someone who wants to do it often, more frequently. I am with the prince in his Summer Palace. Today the prince is absent, so I go down to the cove. It is a very hot day, so I undress and dive in the cool water. Back on the beach, I lie down to dry under the sun. Without reason, I get aroused and my wet breeches make a tent. I close my eyes and start to slowly caress between my legs, enjoying the good sensations I'm giving myself. Suddenly I have the feeling that somebody is close to me. I open my eyes: there is a local boy, looking at me with a cunning smile. He also wears just his short breeches, and they also show a good swelling. Without saying a word, I sit up and caress his swelling. He crouches near me, circles my shoulders with his arms hugging me, and kisses me. I never had been kissed by Ali, so I withdraw, but he blocks me and kisses me again, into my mouth. It is such a sweet sensation, I like it, I reciprocate. He pushes me on the sand, he caresses me all over my body and kisses me again, then he slips his hand under my short breeches, and he caresses my bare erection. I sigh. He, for the first time, speaks to me and with a smile, asks me if I want to make love to him. I am deeply stirred and answer yes. He pulls off my breeches, then his own, and we intertwine on the sand. Usually Ali just took me, mounted and fucked me. This boy instead makes me experience an intense pleasure. I ask him his name: he is Alfeo and nineteen years old. He has a splendid body. When he makes me understand that he desires me, I hastily offer myself to him, feeling my heart filled with joy. He doesn't take me from behind like Ali but from the front, and this also is new to me, and beautiful. He enters me slowly, brushing my nipples: oh how wonderful it is! Moving inside me, he also kisses me, caresses all my body. He gives me intense new feelings. His smiling, merry expression conquers me completely. I want to belong to him, forever. I caress his strong legs, his chest, his slender sides. Until I feel him explode inside me, and I also come, and is eyes are so luminous and so beautiful... He invites me to swim with him, I follow him. He swims like a fish, he is beautiful. We are back to the shore, completely naked, we lie under the sun to dry, and then he says to me that he wants to meet me again. I feel so happy, I tell him yes, but unhappily I will be there just for a few more days. He then asks me not to leave him, to remain here. I tell him that I cannot, I am a servant of the prince, I have to follow him. He seems to become sad, but he doesn't insist. When I put on my clothes, we make a date for the next day. The following day he is waiting for me at the cove, but when I arrive, he takes me nearby, in a small hut. There is a pallet. We lie down and make love. I'm more and more fascinated by him, and tell him so. Then he insists that I have to remain with him; he asks me to leave the prince, he wants me with him. If he could he would follow me, but the Arab aristocrats don't take natives as servants. So, it is up to me to remain here... As the day of departure approaches, I feel more and more in love with him and he insists more and more that I have to remain. 'You will come to fish with me' he says, 'We will be happy.' 'But the prince will sent his men searching for me, he will find me, punish me' I object. I would like to remain, I feel that now with certainty. We think of thousand plans, we do a thousand projects. But in the end, I decide that the best thing to do is to ask the prince to set me free, to allow me to remain. If he will deny me what I ask him, we will have no other possibility than parting, but I'm confident... The prince, in contrary to what I hope, doesn't want to renounce my services and orders me to never talk about it again. I have to go back with him. Parting from Alfeo is a very sad moment, for both of us. The prince and I go back to the palace. I don't succeed in forgetting my beautiful fisherman. The distance, instead of attenuating my sentiment for him, makes it stronger..." "Cut short, did you meet again or not?" "Hey, Eugenio... wasn't it you who didn't believe me?" "Wether I believe you or not, the story is interesting." "And you are aroused by it, right? Shortly before you were masturbating..." "What's that, do you even have eyes, now?" Eugenio asked, astounded. "No, I understood by your breath, am I wrong?" "No... but go on, did you met again?" "I am twenty two years old. I'm very sad. Contrary to before, no other man attracts me anymore, I want just Alfeo, even if I'm afraid I lost him..." "Didn't you go back to the Summer Palace, the following summer?" "No, that part of Sicily is in the Norsemen' hands, at this point. We still have a small part of the island, and all is going from bad to worst. The prince is now passing more days in battle fields than in his father's palace." "Well, ok, tell me how you met with Alfeo. You did meet him, right?" "Yes. One morning, I'm crossing the market when I hear someone calling me: Alfeo, a basket of mollusc in his hands, is looking at me with a wide smile. I go towards him, like in dream. He tells me that, in those years, he did nothing but thinking of me. He asks me if I got a lover. When I tell him no, he seems happy and says neither did he, because he is still in love with me. He tried to forget me, he did have adventures, but he couldn't forget me, so finally he decided to come and look for me. I feel like embracing him, kissing him. Almost as if he could read my mind, he whispers to me exactly the same thing as I do: 'I'm so happy to see you again, to be near you...' I ask him were he lives, to take me to his place, so we will be able to be alone for a while. He smiles and tells me that before that he has to sell his molluscs, otherwise he won't have something to eat this day nor the money to pay for his bed. He asks me to meet again in the afternoon, near the Abdul's Mosque. I'm longing for the afternoon to come. I go to the mosque. I just wait for a short time, then I see Alfeo coming. He smiles at me and makes me signs to follow him. We enter the mosque: I'm a little amazed, but I follow him. While he guides me through, he explains me that the muezzin rents him out a small room behind the mosque's storehouse. We enter, he bars the door, and we are in each other's arms. We passionately kiss. We undress each other, filled with desire we lie down on his pallet, we make love. It is even more beautiful than I remembered. We are no more two boys, now, but two young men in the bloom of our virility, and he knows how to make love in a splendid way. I feel him on me, in me, around me... and it is wonderful. When I finally leave to go back to the palace, it is sunset: we didn't realize the passing of time. For three years we love each other in secret. If the prince is absent, we meet even every day and we make love extendedly, and when the prince is at his palace, we cannot meet so often and we have less time, but it is always splendid. Then, the town is besieged by the Norsemen and finally the Arabs capitulate and leave the island. But many Arabs, especially those of the lowest classes, remain. And I too, notwithstanding the prince's insistence, decide to remain. At the side of my beloved Alfeo I see the last Arab ship setting sail. In town there are the new masters, the blond Norsemen winners. Abdul Mosque is burned. The Arabs who remain start to convert to the conquerors' religion and I, now living with Alfeo and fishing molluscs with him, also ask to be christened the name of Sereno." "Sereno? Why did you choose that name?" "Alfeo chooses it for me, because it resembles to Selim and because I'm really serene, now that I can live with him." "And then, did you remain all your life with Alfeo, or did you fall in love with a handsome Norman?" "No, I remain with him until his death. And six years later, I also die, it is the year 1119." "A nice story, romantic. But were you always faithful, in your stories?" "No, not always. It depends, and not from me as a soul. For example, when I live in Corsica with the name of Filon..." "When?" Eugenio interrupted him, with curiosity. ******************* FILON "I don't know, it is the 187th year of the colony, I'm not able to tell you exactly to what year it corresponds, let's say it could be between the year 500 and 400 B.C. Alalia is a Greek colony, not wealthy, not poor. It has a good port which is the reason for its existence, and which grants the contact with other colonies and with the mother country. I am the son of a well-off Greek, a potter, not so famous, but he sells and has a good income. I'm the third of seven children. From my early childhood on I bungle with clay, but it is evident I will never be able to really collaborate with my father in his work, as my brothers skillfully do. I'm ten years old when, for the first time, something happens that will mark all my life: a fourteen year old boy, the son of the oil seller, takes me to a corner of the port, between the maze made of crates and heaps of goods and teaches me a game... you surely understand what game it is: he rises my short skirt and pushes his member into my back hole and that arouses me at once..." "Come on, how can it arouse you? You were just a ten year old boy!" "You forget again that in these times puberty is more precocious than now. I've just reached my puberty and therefore I'm able to feel the sexual pleasure, moreover his tool is not too big, not yet, so it doesn't hurt me at all. While he is joyfully pumping inside me, he touches my body all over, and I just push against him to feel his small but very hard stick better, inside my back channel. He jerks me off, continuing to pump inside me, until he makes me come, and he also comes inside me. Oh, I really love it. Well, afterwards, he tells me that he doesn't do that nice game just with me, but also with three other boys between my own and his age. He asks me if I want to meet his other friends and become part of his gang, and I willingly accept. So we start to meet quite often and we do it even in threes or fours. That boy, whose name is Aner, is in some way our boss and he likes to lie down and be serviced by two or three of us at the same time. One licks and sucks between his legs, and two of us suck his nipples, for instance, then he chooses which of us would have the sought after privilege to welcome him between his small buttocks. So he takes the lucky boy, while the others play between themselves or they continue to service the couple, licking and kissing Aner and the chosen boy he is happily fucking. I like doing this game with them very much, and it is enough for him to invite me, then I more than willingly participate. I like being on all fours with him mounting me from behind, while I possibly suck another friend's rod and perhaps a third one sucks my yet small but hard dick.... But I'll better stop with these details or you will get too aroused..." "No, just go on, don't worry about me..." Eugenio said amused. "For a couple of years we continue this way. Being the youngest of the group, I'm not just mounted by Aner, but sometimes also by the other members of our group. I can say that more or less every other day, but often even every day, I get a good fuck from one or another of the gang boys. Anyway, the one I like most to take me is Aner and his wonderful strong dick which is the biggest and longest in our gang. I'm thirteen years old when the second basic episode occurs. One day I meet a young sailor who asks me if I would like to visit his ship. I willingly accept, boys always like ships, so he takes me on board, amiably shows me around and, as we are in the hold, he puts his hand under my short skirt, fingers my small ass, pushes a finger against my throbbing hole and asks me with a smile if I would like to amuse myself with him. I accept at once, so, making me lean forward and keeping myself steady with both hands against the wooden wall, he puts his saliva on my hole and takes me with relish. He's big, he fills me completely, I love that mighty bar slipping inside my eager hole, then starting to dance inside me. I push against him, I wriggle my little ass to feel him better, and he seems to like it a lot, for he's pumping inside me. He is so big and yet he fits perfectly inside me, like a sword in his sheath. When he finally comes, he holds me tight against his body and rises me from the floor, panting, and he unloads himself deepl inside me wit a long, husky moan. Then, seeing that I evidently enjoyed receiving his hard bar a lot, he asks me if I perhaps would like him to call a sailor friend, a man who for sure will like my little hot ass very much. I say yes, and I wait there. Quite soon the other sailor comes downstairs and, without saying a word, he positions me on a crate. His bar is not thicker that that of his young mate, but straight and longer, smooth and nice. He slips it all inside me without any problem, possibly also because I'm slippery from the cum of the previous sailor, and he starts to take me with virile energy, a really intense expression on his manly face..." "Bah, nothing new, it seems..." Eugenio objected. "No, it certainly is. You see, up until now I believed that it was just a game amongst boys, and on the contrary I discover that even a young man, and then a grown man, like to do it at least as much as I, Aner and the other boys like doing it. And I love it with these two horny sailors even more than with my friends: the two men have more substantial tools, and they both know how to use them in a very skilled way... So, when a new ship comes, I start to wander in the port, hoping that some nice sailor wants to do it with me. To my pleasure, it happens quite often and I also discover that there are different ways to have sex, or must I say different styles... and not just concerning various mating positions, but also and mainly for the person's character. Some do it with fantasy, some with joy, some seem to carry out a duty, some are just in haste, some are passionate, some tender, some vehement... It is really fascinating. I'm fifteen when I have my third experience that completely changes my life. A Roman sailor hooks me on the street and takes me to an inn room. After having me suck his hot and hard bar for a good while, he puts me with my back on the bed, kneels in front of my exposed ass, folds back my legs against my chest, and finally he enters me. He takes me with slow and long long strokes, and he asks me to suck his nipples at the same time. While pumping inside me, he tells me that I am a very good fuck and that he likes me very much. He is the talkative kind... He tells me how much he did like that Egyptian boy's mouth in that port, or that Sirian boy's ass in that other port, and he continues to pump inside me without haste, thoroughly enjoying me. I too enjoy that strong and butch body on me, that hard and hot bar inside me. I like sucking and gently chewing on his hard nipples, and make him moan with pleasure. After this very pleasurable and lasting sex session with me, he gives me a coin and asks me if it is ok, if the tariff in the port of Alalia is the same as in other ports for this kind of services. That's how I discover that you can obtain money doing something you like very much. I then do some rapid sums, and realize that, if I can find enough sailors, and perhaps not just sailors, who are ready to give me money in exchange for sex, I can earn a good living and in a very, very pleasurable way." "In short, you became a 'marchetta'. But did money already exist at that time?" Eugenio asked. "Ah, so you call them 'marchetta', in Italy? Yes, sure money exists, since a couple of centuries at least. So I decide to commerce with my body. To sell pleasure, receiving pleasure. I know that there are women doing it, so I start to observe them, to try to understand how they hook their clients. And above all, where they take them, because sometimes I can find a sailor or a city man, mainly the soldiers of the fort, willing to do it, but it happens that we can't conclude just because we don't have a suitable place to go. Doing it as amusement, that occurrence could just be something I regret, but if I want to enter commerce, it would become a net loss..." "Commercial soul, right? You were a kid, but not artless, it seems..." "It's no use to talk to me with that mocking air! To me this is a really serious matter, all my life from that moment on could, or better would, incredibly change." "But what about your family? Did they know which decision you took?" "Yes, I told them. Well, they aren't really happy, but I am resolute. Anyway, prostitution is a recognized and respected work in this epoch. So I decide to become a male prostitute and, having heard that the far away port of Nea Polis is very big and hence frequented by lot of ships, and not only Greek ones, I decide to move there as soon as I gather enough money. For one year I bustle about, accepting every chance, even clients I don't like so much, just to get money. The market days are also good to find new clients, mainly amongst the country folk. But the two main categories remain the sailors, and second the soldiers. At last I can put away enough money and then, having made farewells to my family, I leave Alalia, for I obtain a passage on a Phoenician ship heading to Nea Polis, in exchange for some free services during the journey for the captain and some of the sailors. The journey has no story, I just pass from one berth to another, giving pleasure to several men. And finally we land. Nea Polis is a really wide and beautiful port, a lively town, built at the foot of a big volcano..." "Yes, go on, it is Naples, I understood..." "All right, I am just telling you what I feel at my landing, right? So, I was saying... and I realize that the boys having arrived before me and for the same purpose, are not few. But that doesn't worry me at all. Taking everything into consideration, it seems to me that I'm more desirable than the average of these boys. Some are effeminate, some very butch, so I decide to be in between, not posing one way or the other, just to be genuine, to be myself. But I understand that being well dressed is also important. A well dressed boy can attract more clients and earn more money. My clothes seem too provincial to me, so I buy some more fashionable clothes. And there is always the problem of where to bring my potential clients. One day I notice one of the boys selling themselves, a colleague, who inspires me with confidence so I start to talk with him. He is a native. He doesn't have any problems about a place, because they run the business as a family: his father, mother, sisters, he himself and a brother, so they just use their own home to bring their clients to. He explains to me that a solution could be to pay an innkeeper to be allowed to use one of the rooms, but I object that doing so I will lose too much of my earnings, and that therefore I have to look for another solution. I don't know why, but that boy seems to have a liking for me. His name is Temis, he is one year older than me. The day after we meet again and he proposes to have lunch at his home, because he wants his family to meet me. His mother, after the meal, offers me: if I want to go to live with them, unless I find a better solution, I can have food, shelter and can use a bed for my clients, for one third of the price I would have pay in an inn, but in exchange, I have to participate with them in house chores. I like this family, the conditions are very good, so I immediately accept and move in with them the same day. At night, as I go to sleep in my new bed, Temis emerges from behind the curtain and asks me if I feel like making love to him. I did have just two clients this day, so, even if I'm a little tired, I accept. The way he makes love to me is... relaxing, and I really enjoy it. He is sweet, and he likes to do everything, so we start sucking each other, then he takes me, then asks me to take him. He makes me lie on my back and then impales himself on my rod, moving up and down, while looking down and smiling at me. We caress each others' chests, while we silently continue to fuck each other for a good while... So, for four years I live with Temis and his nice and likeable family, and I continue to sometimes make love to the boy with real pleasure. What amazes me is that the father goes to the houses of wealthy dames to please them... But the trade is mainly carried out in their house. Then, having accumulated enough money, I decide to buy two rooms on the ground floor of a building, very close to the port, and start my own trade. At this point my clients are not just sailors, but also several town people. In a short time I have too many clients, even after I single out, so I decide to have a boy with me at home, to help me. The first one is a country boy who just arrived in the town, looking for his fortune. I easily convince him, first to have sex with me, then to come to work with me. He is a very nice boy, he also attracts more and more clients, so I soon need to hire another boy, than yet another one... In short, in the span of just five years, the whole building belongs to me, so I refurnish it elegantly and it is now the most famous and richest boy's brothel of the whole town of Nea Polis, with a wide choice of very fine and available boys for any taste." "But, don't you have a steady lover?" "No, apart from some good clients I like and that I can now choose at my will, I can amuse myself with my boys who are always willing to please me. Well, there really is a young client, the head of harbour authorities' son who comes every now and then to meet me and who seems to be almost in love with me... I like him very much, but I don't want to be involved in a serious relationship, even if he often tries to persuade me to accept him as my lover. His father cuts him his funds, at a certain point, not being happy with his son's frequentation of my brothel, and the boy is distressed. So, I accept to continue seeing him, for free, because I really like him and I'm rich now, I can afford to have a... not paying client. He is a tender young man and, while he clearly likes also the sex part of our meetings, he needs rather affection than just sex, and I'm ready to give him that also... But I don't want a steady lover, I just don't need that... I am twenty eight years old when I meet a new client, a young and very handsome man, a twenty three year old Phoenician sailor. I like him so much that, when he hooks me at the port, I bring him home in haste. Just being near him while walking along the way to my brothel, arouses me a lot. I take him to my personal room, we undress each other, and we start making love. He is different from the other clients, he really knows how to make love to a man, he is obviously trying to please me, quite as if I was his client and not vice versa... I'm fascinated by him, I am putty in his hands. He turns me around, he takes me in all positions possible, he makes me yell for pleasure. In all the years I've never met such a splendid lover. He seems tireless, he wears me out, and I feel happy as I never had been in all my life... And after having so wonderfully made love to me, while I'm just lying on my bed, panting and really happy, he rummages in his sack and, just to rob me, he stabs a knife into my chest. I just look at him with wide, unbelieving eyes, then I lose consciousness. And so, after three days of agony and despite the care of my brothel boys, I finally part from my body..." "And you enter that dagger." "No, the sailor took it back with him. I enter in a golden ring. And from there I reincarnate a few months after, in the fourth son of a weaver..." "Well, you will tell me about him another time, unfortunately I'm busy now. And my ear aches, staying for such a long time at the telephone..." Eugenio said. "Ciao, then, until next time..." ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN PART 4 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some of my stories. 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