Date: Fri, 02 Apr 1999 08:45:15 +0900
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com>
Subject: Soul in Cellular 08

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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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8 - KUNRATH

Eugenio asked the voice: "But were you always a honest, gentle,
passionate lover?"

"Well, more or less... For instance, as Kunrath..."

"Who was he? When did he live?"

"I'm the son of a Norse knight. I'm born in 938. When I'm ten years old
my father, I don't know for what reason, falls into disfavour and, to
escape the Normandy duke's wrath, he flees with all the family. He is a
valiant knight, so he enters the service of Duke Otto the Great, who is
fighting against the neighbouring duchies to get the throne in place of
the late carolingian Sovereign.

The Duke has a liking for my father, so that it could be said that I
grow up with his son Otto the Young. At court there are several young
knights and pageboys, and I soon start to feel a strong attraction
towards several of them. At the beginning it is more some kind of great
admiration for these vigorous, strong, a little rough, self-confident,
powerful youths. I look at them training in the weapon's use, wrestling,
often with bare chests. I like them, I get a peculiar feeling admiring
them. Some in particular attract me, and I never lose sight of them,
quite as if I want to learn the secret of their fascination. It is so
that, when I am almost fourteen, I catch one of the young knights
withdrawing with a pageboy. The secrecy of their air makes me curious,
so I spy upon them.

I see the knight undressing the page, then himself, I see them caressing
each other, touching with intimacy, and at last I see the knight
penetrate the boy. The scene excites me, the two beautiful naked bodies
intertwined, getting evident reciprocal pleasure, entices me. I fancy
being in place of one of them... mainly of the knight who seems to be
the one getting more pleasure from that union.

For some time I content myself with spying upon others in their
meetings, and while they have sex, I masturbate. But then I say to
myself that, if the pageboy is ready to do those things with the knight,
perhaps he would do them with me also... So one day I stop him in a
corridor and tell him to follow me, because I need his help. I take him
where he normally withdraws with the knight and tell him to undress,
because I want to take him. The pageboy asks me what I'm talking about,
pretending not to understand, but I'm excited and tell him that, if he
allows the knight to take him, he has now to do the same with me.

The boy turns pale, beseeches me not to tell anybody what he does with
the knight. So, he surrenders to my request, undresses and lets me take
him. He bends, I go at his back and penetrate him. I enter him without
difficulty and I like it very much. The heat I feel, the warmth waving
at each thrust in that little welcoming ass, excites me more and more.
The sound rhythm with which I take him, at a certain point becomes
disorderly, violent, and finally I reach a very strong orgasm  inside
him, an orgasm I never before thought possible to feel, in all my life.
While we dress again, I say to him I will never tell what he does to
anybody, as long as he let's me take him each time I feel like... He
accepts.

That first success arouses my appetite and so I want to do it also with
other pageboys, especially with one called Winfred, who has my same age.
But as well as I spy on him, it seems that he has no sexual relations
with anybody, so I cannot blackmail him to bend him to my desires.
Therefore I decide to try it with other tactics.

I start to show a lot of attention and kindness towards him, until I see
he starts to reciprocate. Then, one day, while we are alone, I tell him
to be careful, because I heard that a knight was telling another knight
that he took a fancy for him and that he wanted to take him in his bed.
Winfred asks me who that man is, but I, having invented the whole story,
don't tell him. He then says that he knows that these things happen at
court, and that he thought that, sooner or later, it could happen to him
too. And he asks me my advice.

I tell him that, in my opinion, he can do nothing but accept the knight
court... he seems thoughtful, but he doesn't say no. I then ask him if
he never had sex with a man. He answers that he had neither with a man
nor a woman had sex until now. I tell him I did, and with a man. He
looks at me, amazed for my confession, and asks me how it is. I tell him
it is very beautiful... and propose him to try it with me. He acts coy
and answers with a no.

But I am back in charge, telling him that it will be better for him to
try it with me, before he is in the condition to not be able to deny
himself to a knight. And at last, one day, he surrenders. As soon as I
touch him, he is aroused. He tells me it feels weird, but lets me have
my way. I am really excited, I undress him little by little, and I
involve him. I kiss him and he reciprocates. Then I start to wet his
little back hole, which is my goal, and it seems that he likes it. I
bring him to feel intense sensations, and finally I try to penetrate
him. After some hesitations from his part, at last I succeed in taking
him and slowly sink inside him, while I jack him off. He continues to
murmur "no" but my impression is that he really wants to continue. He is
incredibly tight, and soon I am no more able to control myself, so I let
give in to orgasm. I perceive that he too is nearing to reach the
maximum pleasure. We both intensely rejoice.

But then, for several days, he avoids me, he seems to be ashamed of me.
Until one day it is him who comes to look for me and, half way between
shy and excited, he asks me to do it again...

This time he gives himself to me with sheer passion, and I like it very
much. After that time, it is always him looking for me, begging me to
have sex with him. So I persuade him also to suck me, to do for me
anything I like, and Winfred surrenders to any of my requests, he is
completely subdued to me. This gives me even more pleasure, a sense of
power.

A new pageboy comes to court, Lambert, a cousin of Winfred. He is
fourteen years old, that is two years younger than us. I like this new
boy, I want him. So I order Winfred to do so that I can take him.
Winfred, not to lose my favour, promptly obeys.

The project he thinks of is simple: Winfred starts involving Lambert in
sexual games, then I "catch" them and so I can subdue Lambert to my will
and desires. In fact the two boys are in a room, united in what you now
call a sixty-nine, half naked, when I enter that room. Winfred acts very
skilfully, he pretends to be frightened, he beseeches me not to denounce
them. I answer that I will keep silent only if they both give themselves
to me. Winfred immediately agrees, and Lambert, really frightened,
follows suit. So I order them to continue what they were doing, and
while Winfred keeps his little cousin in the right position, I penetrate
Lambert with sheer pleasure, heedless of the faint pain wails of the boy
I am deflowering. Then I take also Winfred, whose wails are surely not
of pain...

I continue to amuse myself with the two boys, at times both together, at
times one of them. They are always ready to satisfy my desires, to
comply to my orders. On my request, they involve another pageboy I like,
so that he too becomes soon my prey. I feel strong, powerful - I have
now three boys under my control, to satisfy my sexual pleasure. The
third boy is Heintz, he is the warmer and more passionate one of the
three. And also the most clever. He desires to penetrate me, but I don't
let him. So, he repays me with my same money.

When Heintz becomes aware that there is a knight who desires him,
without me knowing it, he gives himself to the man. The knight is very
fond of Heintz. So the pageboy tells him his desire to take me, and that
I don't allow him, and asks his help. The knight, amused, accepts. So,
one day, while I am taking Heintz, the knight arrives and catches us.
Not to denounce us, he orders me to suck his member, and while I am on
all fours in front of him to satisfy him, he orders Heintz to take my
ass. I am surprised when I feel a great pleasure feeling the hard rod of
the boy rummaging in my back entrance, invading me, shaking inside me.
And also when the two swap their places, I like the big member of the
knight widening my burning little hole and I feel a strong pleasure...

Some years elapses, the knight and Winfred leave, I continue with
Lambert and Heintz, then with others. I am now twenty years old, I am a
knight and I don't have difficulties to take this page or that page in
my bed. My techniques are now refined, I know now how to seduce, how to
understand who is worth to try ensnaring. Then also Lambert leaves, and
after him, also Heintz, but I am for sure never alone.

In 962 I follow king Otto and his army to Italy where, after a short
confrontation, he succeeds in deposing Berengario of Friuli, king of
Italy. Then I follow the king to Rome, where Otto makes the pope John
XII crown him Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire of Occident. All along
our way, there are not a few young noble men I persuade to come in my
bed to please me.

In Rome I meet Emo, a noble Longobard of the Southern Duchies and I am
crushed by his fascination. He too is not insensible to me so, little by
little, our intimacy grows until he, one evening, in the garden, tells
me that he is in love with me. I embrace him, kiss him, he reciprocates
with hot passion. He is breathless, he barely succeeds in whispering to
me to go to his room. There, he feverishly undresses me, I undress him,
he pulls me on his bed and for the first time we make love.

He is so excited that his face and shoulders are reddened, he is dewy
with sweat, his eyes shine like stars, he is beautiful. I like feeling
him sinking in me and taking me with vigour, while his hands clasp me,
he shakes on me, his breath is heavy. Emo is perhaps the most virile of
all my past lovers. Then he asks me to take him, and also when he is
under me, he is full of energy and passion. We take each other several
times, before we finally surrender to orgasm. Afterwards, while
relaxing, he embraces me, kisses me, holds me tight against him, in
blissfullness.

When Otto resumes his route to the North, I ask my Emperor to be allowed
to remain in Rome. And when Emo, my young Longobard, decides to go back
to Crotone, his native city, I follow him without hesitation. But the
fact to follow him doesn't exempt me from looking for new secret
adventures with nice young men or boys. Until one day Emo catches me in
bed with one of his pageboys. He makes me a jealousy scene. All seems
settled again, until he catches me again in intimacy with a young stable
boy of his estates that I am merrily taking on the hay loft. This time
the breaking off is irremediable.

Therefore I abandon Crotone and I board a ship going to the North. I am
now twenty eight years old. But our ship is attacked by Arabic ships
and, in spite of our strenuous resistance, we are defeated and all the
survivors are kept prisoner and brought to Sicily. More than prisoners,
it would be better to say that we are slaves. In fact I become the slave
of a rich Arab merchant of Messina, who uses me to load and unload his
merchandises from the ships.

Amongst the slaves there are men of different lands, young and handsome,
and as it is not allowed for slaves to have women, they often have sex
between them. So I can, with no difficulties, bring to my pallet and
take more than one my companion slaves who are in the flower of youth
and full of desire.

All considered, even if I have to work hard, I don't feel so bad.
Especially when I meet young Leo, a twenty year old Byzantine slave just
caught prisoner. I like him very much, and when I propose him to spend
the night in my pallet, he at once accepts. The night he comes to my
place and gives himself to me with real passion. It seems that
Byzantines are famous for their sensuality, sure is that Leo is
fantastic in bed. Our passionate encounters repeat, and in a short while
we become a steady couple and official lovers. Amongst us slaves it is
not rare that such steady couples form, without needing to hide it, I
mean.

I live with him for five years. It is not that I'm completely faithful
to him, but while the other little stories come and go, I never
interrupt my relation with him. Also because Leo never makes jealousy
scenes. He understands that even if I need every now and then a little
adventure, the one I really love is him, therefore he serenely accepts
my one night stands with other slaves.

Leo is twenty five, I'm ten years older than him. One day, while we are
loading merchandises on a ship, he slips from the gangway and falls in
the water with his load. The bale gets entangled in his clothes and
draws him under water. As I see that, I immediately put down my load and
dive in to rescue him. I can reach him under water, he is struggling
scared, I succeed in freeing him but, while we go up again, as we did
eat just little before, I'm seized with a cramp in my stomach that
immobilizes me, I start swallowing water and, before somebody can rescue
me, I drown..."

"That's why you did reincarnate in Sicily, then..."

"Yes. That time has been my longest period out of a body, I had to wait
little more than six years inside one of the iron rings of the wharf
before being again united to a body... You can understand, that place is
not that suitable so it could be common for a man to make pregnant a
woman..."

"So then, you incarnated in an Arab..."

"In a half breed, mother Sicilian and father unknown, but for sure an
Arab; after him in a pure Arab; then in Selim, about whom I told you;
then again in a half breed; and after that in the son of a Norseman
merchant, but he died at six; and then in Adelbert, you do remember him,
right?"


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MASOLINO

"But you never was an Italian?"

"Yes, several times, even if you don't consider the years before 1000...
For example when I am Masolino. I am born in Velletri in 1508, but when
I'm ten, my family moves to Rome. My father, who is from a family of
grape growers and wine makers, is sent by the family together with his
brother to open a tavern not far from Piazza de' Fiori. The Wild Boar
Tavern, as it is called, soon becomes the meeting place for artists and
skilled artisans who are working on the imposing project the Pope has
ordered to be built on the Vatican hill, the new basilica. Sometimes
even Michelangelo is our customer, who is around forty five..."

"Did you even make love with him?" Eugenio interrupted the voice,
suddenly excited.

"No, never with him. But, if you are interested, the nude represented
over Isaiah on the Sistine Chapel, the one on the right who almost
touches the scene of the Deluge, is the portrait of Duccio, one of my
lovers..."

"But, you were ten years old!" Eugenio objected.

"Eugenio! Not when I am ten years old, of course. When Duccio becomes my
lover, his image is already on the Sistine's ceiling and I am seventeen
years old... Anyway, Duccio's dick is bigger than Michelangelo
represented it, I can assure you."

"Has he been your first man?"

"No, and if you don't continue to interrupt me, I will tell you. My fist
man is a twenty year old stonedresser working at Saint Peter's
construction. His name is Flavio. He comes often to our tavern. I am
thirteen years old. Flavio is a likeable guy, a joker, his company is
appreciated and often the others offer him a drink, so he often leaves
the tavern a little tipsy. But one evening he is almost not able to
stand up. For my father knows he lives close by, he tells me it will be
better if I take him to his place, and I willingly accept. Leaning on
me, tottering, I take him home. He shares an half underground room with
other stonecutters. His companions are still in our tavern. I bring him
to his pallet, he lies down, abruptly laughing. I ask him if he needs
something before I leave. He says yes, embraces me and pulls me against
his body. I think he is joking, I laugh and try to free myself from his
hold. He caresses me, tries to kiss me and asks me to make love with
him. He touches me between my legs and arouses me, but I manage to get
free and tell him to sleep. He says he likes me very much, he wants to
have sex with me, and he suddenly falls asleep.

I go back to the tavern, but I am slightly upset - I liked the way he
touched me, and what he told me makes me think. Even if I haven't had
any sexual experiences yet, I know that sometimes men do those things
between themselves, I know it at least for the witticisms I hear at the
tavern.

Two evenings later, I see Flavio again, and I am aware that he looks at
me quite often, so I recall his words. Possibly he doesn't even remember
he tried with me... but he looks at me in a way that now is clear for
me, and recalling how he touched me, I am aroused again. When our eyes
meet, he sketches a smile and I answer with a smile. Yes, I can feel he
desires me.

Several days elapse, while we continue exchanging glances. Then one
evening, suddenly he says he's feeling bad, he should better go to bed
and asks my father if I can take him home. My father has nothing to
object. All long the way he seems really in pain, he leans on me. I take
him to his sleeping place, to his pallet. He then grasps my arm and,
looking at me with his dark and deep eyes, he asks me if I did
understand what his illness is. I, having believed him, answer that I
don't. He then says that he is not at all ill, but that he just wanted
to be alone with me, and saying so he pulls me to him and caresses me.

When he sees that I don't try to escape him, he holds me tight and
kisses me in my mouth, and I can feel his erection pushing against me. I
become aroused, he starts to undress me and I let him. He undresses
himself, pulls me on his bed, lies on me and wraps his arms and legs
around me. The contact between our naked bodies arouses me even more. He
feels, kisses, caresses me, he brushes his body against mine, and he
gets more and more excited.

When he tells me that he wants to take me, I am hesitant, afraid - it
seems to me that he has such a big tool! He swears that he doesn't want
to hurt me, that he just wants me to enjoy it, that he wants both of us
to enjoy it together. He asks me to trust him. After some insistence and
sweet words, at the end I accept. He makes me lie on my tummy, then he
starts to spread something between my buttocks with his finger, on my
little hole, His finger gives me a strange but pleasant feeling.
Meanwhile he caresses, kisses, feels me and tells me to relax, assuring
me that it will be really beautiful. His finger, teasing me deeper and
deeper, starts to feel agreeable. I relax.

He swaps his finger with his member, he brushes it on my little hole, he
starts to push. I yell a short scream and he stops at once, and asks me
if I want him to withdraw. I say no - it hurts a little, but I like the
good feeling it gives me too much. So he starts again and pushes all of
it inside me, very slowly. He stops for a while so that I get used to
that massive invasion, then he starts to move up and down. I feel like
being in heaven, I like that meaty rod massaging me deep inside.
Suddenly I cum against his pallet, he continues for a while, then he too
unloads deep inside me.

He asks me if I did enjoy it, and I answer yes. He asks me if I want to
do it again with him, and I decidedly answer yes.

When I am back to the tavern, my father asks me why I am so late. I
answer that Flavio was really ill and that I didn't feel like leaving
him too soon. But now he is sleeping and that he seems more relaxed...
My father, luckily, swallows it. That night, in my pallet, I think again
about what had just happened and I feel satisfied. Flavio has a fine
body, and not just a nice body, but a really beautiful big dick, that he
is able to use it skillfully so that making love with him is really
pleasurable.

The day after Flavio waits for me on the street. He tells me that he
cannot pretend to feel bad each time he wants to make love with me, so
we have to find another way to meet. The problem is, I object, that when
the tavern is closed and I have some free time, he works at the Saint
Peter's yard. But he tells me that he and his roommates make turns to
have the room free when one of them wants to have sex, and that
therefore he can ask them to have the room for us on Sunday mornings,
after the mass, when he is free and the tavern is closed.

I ask him, amazed, if his roommates know about us. He answers that they
know he doesn't like girls but boys and that there is no problem.
Rather, he adds with an amused smile, sometimes one of his mates, when
he can't find a girl, makes sex with him. I ask him if he never had sex
with a girl and he answers, making a weird face, that luckily he never
did. Between men it is a lot better, he states. If it is so, I ask him,
why doesn't everybody have sex just between men? He answers me,
laughing, that it is just because otherwise no more boys with which one
could make love would be born. I like him when he laughs, he becomes
even handsomer.

We start to meet every Sunday morning after the mass. We can make love
for a long time, with calm, and I have no problems when I go back home
for lunch, my parents think that I was just somewhere around the ward
playing with my friends.

I am now fifteen. One evening, leaving the church after mass, while I go
to meet Flavio, a group of three patricians is walking on the street in
the direction opposite mine. I stand aside, against the wall, to leave
them passage. One of them stops in front of me and looks at me from head
to toe, then asks me my name, how old I am, where I live. The other two
approach, and ask him if by chance he is thinking to take me in his bed.
He answers that he is right thinking about it, and fingers between my
legs. I blush and try to wriggle away, but I am against the wall and the
three youths surround me. That one continues to feel me until I get a
hard on, he smiles with lust and says that I suit him. I pray him to let
me go, but they take me bodily and try to take me away. I struggle,
scream, but one of them pulls out a stiletto and points it at my throat.

They bring me at the small back door of the garden of a mansion I know
very well - Palazzo Colonna. The young Colonna, Fabrizio, pushes me
inside while his two friends, laughing bid him good bye, wish him to
amuse himself and leave. Fabrizio takes me to a small building half
hidden in a corner of the garden and with a key opens the door and
pushes me inside. There is just one room, luxuriously furnished, where a
wide and low bed filled with cushions stands out. He locks the door and
orders me to undress.

We are on the bed. He is licking my body all over and he is arousing me.
Then, when my dick is straight up and hard, he starts to suck it. I
can't deny that it is really agreeable. Then, to my great surprise, he
lies down on his back, spreads his legs and folds them on his chest, and
orders me to fuck him! And he tells me to do it stronger, stronger...
until I loose any embarrassment and start to fuck him with real passion.
He likes it, he caress me, he feels me all over, really excited, he
jerks himself off fast, shaking under my strong strokes. He orders me
not to cum too fast and I do my best... until finally I am no more able
to hold it back and empty myself in him, moaning aloud. Then he too
cums, uniting his pleasure moans to mines.

He tells me that he really liked me, that he wants me again and makes me
swear that I will come back to his place. Why not, I tell myself, I too
liked fucking him very much, and if he likes being fucked... He offers
me fruits, wine, he caresses me between my legs praising my virility. In
fact, even if I am still a boy, I am yet well developed there. Then he
lets me go. I dress, leave the garden and he, at the little door, tells
me that next Sunday he will wait for me, and that I will find the small
door open...

I go at Flavio's place. He was already thinking I wouldn't show up.
While we make love, I tell him my adventure. Flavio giggles, excited,
and tells me to ask to the young Colonna if by chance he would do it
also with him... Flavio says he would like a threesome, and expecially
with a patrician...

The following Sunday I try to tell Fabrizio, and he seems really
interested in the proposal. He tells me that the following Sunday he
will await me and Flavio. So, the Sunday I pass to fetch Flavio and,
together, we go to the appointment. Fabrizio seems to be really
delighted with Flavio and vice versa, and even if both involve me in
their sexual games, Sunday after Sunday I feel to be in the way...

So, when a Swiss of the guard, Willy, who sometimes comes to drink at
our tavern, let me understand that he would like to withdraw with me, I
at once accept. The soldier takes me in a house where they rent beds,
divided just by thin wooden walls and curtains, for couples who have no
other place to go. We undress: he is a really handsome man, strong and
passionate. And hearing, while we are making love, the moans of the
neighbouring couples, is really exciting. They all are men couples, and
almost one half are guards of the Pope, friends of Willy. The Swiss
Guard has a renown, I discover, for loving sex amongst men.

I didn't completely loose contact with Fabrizio and Flavio, who
meanwhile have become a steady couple. So when Fabrizio organizes a
party in the countryside villa of the Colonna for his twentieth birthday
and invites us, I go there with Willy. There are young patricians,
artists, soldiers, boys of the low people... Little by little the
atmosphere becomes merry, somebody partially undresses, couples form
here and there and touch and kiss without shame. It is almost an orgy
where couples form and part and swap freely.

And here I meet Duccio. He is twenty one years old. He is sitting, while
a boy sucks his nipple and he rummages with his hand inside the boy's
breeches. When I pass near him, I look at the outstanding erection
pushing from inside his breeches. Duccio takes my arm and pulls me down
to him. He kisses me in my mouth and I start to finger his glorious
erection through his clothes. He opens my shirt and kisses my bare
chest, then slips his hand in my trousers and caresses my buttocks,
rummaging between them until he rims my hole quivering with pleasure.
With a warm and sexy voice, he asks me if I want to withdraw with him. I
tell him yes. He leaves the other boy, who turns to caress a soldier,
stands up and draws me up a stairway. In one bedroom there are yet two
couples making love; in another is a threesome on a bed. They all
continue unworriedly even if they are aware we are looking at them.
Duccio and I are really aroused. We find an empty bed and Duccio takes
me on it.

We caress and kiss full of desire and in short we are both naked. He has
the most beautiful body I ever saw. He too seems to appreciate my
seventeen year old's body, to which he dedicates himself with incredible
passion, so that he makes me loose my head. I too dedicate myself to him
with passion, we search each other, we kiss incessantly, until at last
we unite. First he takes me, but then he wants me to take him,
alternating so several times in a crescendo of pleasure to the final
enjoyment.

Then Duccio asks me who I am, were I live... he wants to meet again. I
too want to meet him again, I like him very much. He tells me that he
lives alone, in a small room nearby the Ottavia Porch. He asks me if,
after the party, I feel like going to his place with him. I accept with
pleasure. We go downstairs, where now several couples are in full
embrace, in any corner of the villa, often one near the other. Willy
pulls me in a corner where another boy is waiting for him, and they
involve me in a threesome, while I see Duccio in the arms of a patrician
who is undressing him.

When I and Duccio go home, he tells me that he wants do make love with
me again. I feel a little tired, but he succeeds to arouse me again and
we unite once more. I ask him if he has a steady lover, he says no. Then
he asks me if I want to be his boyfriend but, he specifies, without
stupid jealousies, both free to have all the adventures we want. I
accept.

I am nineteen years old when the Imperial soldiers pillage Rome. The
tavern of my father and my uncle is ravaged and then burned down. My
family decides to go back to Velletri, but I want to remain in Rome, so
I go to live with Duccio. It is very beautiful to fall asleep near him
after making love, and to wake up with him again wanting to make love.
We pass a splendid, intense year. Duccio seems insatiable, and I don'
dislike this at all.

But a patrician lies his eyes on Duccio and offers him to go to live
with him as a steady lover. A luxury life that Duccio is not able to
refuse. He leaves me his room and goes away. I work now as an apprentice
in a weaponry shop and so I earn my living. But soon I miss Duccio.

Thanks to my work, I meet a rich Swiss banker who moved to Rome two
years before, and who collects ancient weapons. And I met also his son
Huldrych, a nineteen year old boy, that is three years younger than me.
The boy comes often to the shop to bring or to fetch a weapon to restore
and, under the pretext of looking how we work, comes near me and looks
at me with eyes that, soon, don't leave any doubt for me about his
thoughts and desires. I like Huldrych very much, therefore I try to let
him know that I'm deeply interested in him.

One day Huldrych, who I call Ulderico, asks me what I do on Sundays,
when the shop is closed. I tell him that I do nothing special, that I'm
free. He then asks me if I would like to go with him to have a glass of
wine and to chat - he doesn't have many acquaintances and he would like
us to become friends. We go to drink. He asks me lot of questions, and
at a certain point he asks me if I have a girlfriend. I tell him no, and
that I'm not even interested in finding one, then I ask him if he has
one. He says that he too is not interested in girls, and that he always
felt right just with people of his own gender. Then he proposes me to go
to his home for lunch. I tell him that my clothes are too humble to be a
guest at his place, a middle class home. He tells me that he will lend
me one of his suits for the occasion and that, as we are becoming
friends, he wants to introduce me to his family.

When we are in his room, he tells me to choose a suit. I take the
simplest one, and even that one seems too fine to me. He invites me to
change my clothes. I start to undress, he looks at me with evident
desire and when I have just the under breeches on me, he draws closer
and tells me that I am beautiful, and lightly caresses my chest. I am at
once aroused, and he notices it, so he unties my underwear making it
slip to my feet, and caresses my tool, looking me in the eye.

When he sees that I don't escape and that, on the contrary, I smile at
him, he asks me to undress him. I willingly comply. In a while we are
intertwined on his bed, making love. Ulderico offers himself to me and I
take him with real pleasure. He is sweet, tender, he welcomes me in him
with sheer passion, and moves under me so to give me an increasingly
intense pleasure and finally he cums with me, moaning in happiness. We
relax slightly panting, caressing and giving each other small kisses,
his eyes shining, I am still deeply inserted in him. When I slowly slip
out from him, he makes a soft sigh and caresses my cheek.

We dress again, I with the clothes he gave me, and go downstairs in the
dining room, sitting at the table with his father, mother, elder brother
and younger sister. He introduces me as his friend. His father, I'm
sure, recognizes me, but he says nothing and treats me kindly.

Ulderico want me to keep the suit, for the next times, he says. After
lunch we stroll downtown, chatting. I like him very much. I tell him so.
He gently smiles, happy. Chatting, he tells me that at home his family
knows that he likes sex just with men, and that for sure they did
understand that we make love. This amazes me, but also excites me.

But when I go to his place and we make love again and then go downstairs
for lunch, I feel embarrassed at the thought that his family knows that
I just had a sexual intercourse with him. But everybody treats me with
the usual kindness, as if I was any common friend of their family. Now,
each time the shop is closed for a holiday or on Sundays, I am their
guest.

One day Ulderico asks me if I want to be his steady lover. I tell him
that I already am, in fact since I've known him, I didn't look for any
other boy or man. He tells me that he meant something different - he
wants me to go to live with him, in his house, in his room. I ask him
what his family will say. He tells me that his family likes me, and that
he asked his father, and he didn't raise any objection. I ask him in
what capacity I will live in their house, as a servant? No, of course,
as a lover, he tells me.

So I move in his room. At the beginning I am rather embarrassed, but I
like being with Ulderico very much. I am treated like a member of the
family. To spend my time, I keep the weapons collection of the father in
order, I do my best to give a hand as often as I can, taking care of a
thousand little things. Gradually I start to help also in the bank work.
Nothing difficult in the beginning, just keeping the books in order,
welcome the clients, little but useful things. Astolfo, the elder
brother, teaches me to do other small operations. Apart from Ulderico,
of course, Astolfo is the one treating me with more liking and
familiarity in the house.

I'm living there for two and half years when one day, while his father
and Ulderico are out, Astolfo asks me to help him finding some old
account books. We go in the archive room, I am searching, when Astolfo
comes at my back, girdles my waist pulling me at him and kisses me on my
neck, telling me that he desires me. I try to free myself, gently,
telling him not to joke, but I feel he is really aroused and I too
become aroused. I still resist him, I recall him that he is near
marrying, that I am his brother's lover, but he caresses me between my
legs feeling the erection I cannot hide, pushes me against his erection,
bits my neck and repeats that he wants me.

I succeed in wriggling free, I am troubled and beg him to stop, but he
pushes me against the wall, embraces me, kisses me deep in my mouth and
starts to untie my breeches. And I, more and more aroused, surrender to
him. When he takes me to his room, I follow him trembling. I let him
undress me, I watch him undress and I have a jolt of pleasure when I see
his naked body and his splendid, powerful hard on. I put my lips on it
like a thirsty man, and when he excitedly whispers that he wants to take
me, I offer myself to him - it is so long that I can't remember the
pleasure of being taken. The virile impetuosity with which he takes me
is sheer pleasure. I really needed that. I abandon myself to the
sensations he is giving me, without thinking anything more.

But afterwards, while we lie sated and panting, I feel remorse for what
I allowed him to do, for what I did. I tell him that we shouldn't have
done that. He says that we just don't have to tell nobody, but that he
also enjoyed making love with me. He tells me that, apart from when he
was adolescent and he did it with a cousin a couple of times, I am his
first man. And that he wants to do it again with me...

For several times I succeed in resisting him, I don't want to cheat on
Ulderico, but at last Astolfo succeeds in taking me again in his bed and
we again make love. He marries, but even after that, he sometimes
manages so he can unite with me. Ulderico doesn't suspect it at all,
even when, possibly for a sense of guilt, I make love with him I become
even more tender and passionate with him than ever. With Astolfo it
happens quite seldom, not even once in a month. But I like it very much,
and when he says that he wants me he doesn't need any more praying.
Possibly the secrecy of our encounters makes them so exciting... or the
fact that I love being taken, besides to take.

I am thirty years old when once Astolfo's wife catches us. It is a
tragedy. She cries, insults, shouts, and all the family runs... I would
have died for shame. The father orders Astolfo and his wife to go to
their room to explain themselves, and gives the same order to me and
Ulderico.

It is a painful confrontation, I am terribly ashamed. Ulderico doesn't
shout, insult, yell - he is just sad, he wants to know, to understand. I
don't try to justify myself, I feel guilty. We talk for a long time. I
want to go away, disappear... Ulderico shows to be extraordinary - he
tells me that he loves me and that he is ready to forgive me, if I
promise him not to cheat on him again. I tell him that it was not my
intention to cheat on him, but that I had been weak, and therefore that
I don't deserve him. I tell him that now I am too ashamed in front of
his family, that I didn't feel like remaining there... that it will be
better for everybody if I leave.

But Ulderico goes to talk with his father and asks him to rent a small
apartment just for the two of us, so the peace will be back both between
him and me, and between Astolfo and his wife. His father accepts, so
Ulderico and I move. His love for me doesn't change at all. I succeed in
being faithful to him for a long time, even because I am more and more
in love with him, but I start again to feel, and stronger as the time
passes, the temptation to have somebody penetrating me. And Ulderico, on
that ear, seems absolutely not to hear.

So I talk to him with open heart. I tell him that I don't want to cheat
on him, but that I miss something and that the temptation to look for
that, to find it, is making me more and more weak. He understands me,
and tells me that he doesn't want to lose me and that, therefore, if I
really cannot resist, I can look for somebody giving me what I need and
he is not able to give me. But he tells me also that he is afraid that,
if I found somebody ready to take me and to be taken by me, I don't need
him anymore and that I could possibly leave him.

I absolutely don't want to leave him. The fact that he gave me his
assent, seems for a while to attenuate my problem. But it comes back,
little by little. Until one day I meet Duccio again. We greet each
other, I ask him how he is and he asks me. He is still with his
patrician, who spoils him, and he is happy. I tell him about my problem.
He smiles and asks me why not to take a servant at home ready to "put me
under every now and then" as he puts it. If I feel like, he can point me
out a couple of such people... I ask him to make me meet them.

Duccio made us meet. One is a young man the same age of Ulderico, not
really handsome but terribly virile and sexy, whose name is Claudio.
When we are alone, I ask the young man if he really would agree to have
sex with me. His eyes shine and he says that a man as beautiful as I am
for sure doesn't need to beg him. I ask him to undress and I too
undress. He has a fine body, sensual, and between his legs a remarkable
tool, that as soon as I brush it, stands up imperious.

We lie down and, after exciting each other for a while, I try to
penetrate him. He escapes me and says no, he doesn't like that at all,
and if it is that what I am looking for, he is sorry but he is the wrong
person. I am really happy with that. So I ask him to take me, and
Claudio says that he is more than willing to do this. He makes me lie on
my back, he pushes my legs against my chest, he kneels in front of my
stretched out ass and starts to tease my hole in a very skilled way,
until I am all a shudder and feel ready to be taken. Then he lies on me
and with a set of well dealt blows, he is inside me to the hilt. He
starts to go out and in, and he seems to become even more handsome,
while he is taking me. He does it with calm vigour, enjoying me for a
long time and making me enjoy it like a real artist. I am conquered.

I talk with Ulderico and I propose him to take Claudio in our home as
our servant. He wants to meet Claudio, and he accepts. Claudio comes to
live and work in our house. I normally sleep with Ulderico, but some
times I also go to Claudio's bed to give vent to my needs. Ulderico is
happy: he sees me completely serene, and moreover the house is now
sparkling clean. Claudio works hard, and doesn't profit of his peculiar
role. With Claudio it is just sex, even if really pleasurable, but I am
deeply in love with Ulderico."

"But, how? Weren't you in love with him all the time?" Eugenio asked.
"Yes, possibly at the beginning I thought to feel for him just a strong
affection, but the repeated proofs of his love made me understand, year
after year, that Ulderico was for me the most important being of all my
life. I now realize I am really and deeply in love with him.

When his father decides to open a branch of his bank in Bologna, he
sends Ulderico and me to manage it. I am now able to side him
completely. We move, keeping with us the faithful Claudio. We remain in
Bologna until my death, that is in 1556."

"What's the cause of your death?"

"As they call it in that period, of tertian fever."

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CONTINUES IN PART 9

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