TRILOGY: ITALIAN BROTHERS BOOK 1 - THE CORPORAL By Andrej Koymasky (c) 2000 Written on October 21st 1995 Translated by the Author English text kindly revised by a friend
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"ITALIAN BROTHERS 1 - THE CORPORAL" is a gay story, with some parts depicting graphic scened 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.
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CHAPTER 15 - Infidelity
Ruggiero had only been back at Messina for two days when general Garibaldi with his men wearing red shirts and thousands of picciotti attacked the city. The Two Sicilies Kingdom's troops tried to resist the attack, but the entire city revolted. The king's soldiers were already tired from fighting the rebellions in the preceding days. Therefore, in a short while, some surrendered and some retreated to fortresses. The city welcomed the blond hero who came from the north and his men with joy.
Ruggiero was among the crowd lined up along the streets to welcome the general to the city on his horse. So, those were the Piedmonteses! He looked at the soldiers marching past by and noticed they were almost all young boys. It was evident they were northerners, and many were also really handsome boys, Ruggiero thought with a certain pleasure. They were radiant, waving their arms in salutation gestures. The picciotti, who followed the Garibaldians, were a group of heterogeneous people, some poorly dressed, others dressed elegantly. Also, the majority of the picciotti were young boys.
The long procession went towards the center of the town. Here, their general, that Garibaldi with a long, blond mane of hair and a short beard, made a speech. His accent was northern, but what he was saying was clearly understandable. He said he went to free Sicily from foreign domination. He said that they were all Italians, that Italy should become a united, great nation, but that Sicilians would freely choose their future. Then, he asked for hospitality for his men and for himself.
The crowd welcomed his words with shouts of hurrah. And many competed to offer hospitality to the heroes who came from the north. The first families were already swarming out with their guests, after one of the general's men noted on a book the Garibaldian's name and where he would be hosted. Ruggiero was looking at all that disorder, somewhat amused, somewhat dazed, somewhat curious, when he noticed a young Garibaldian at his side -- he had to be around twenty years old. Their eyes met, the Garibaldian smiled and he returned the smile. The boy had light-brown hair, a well-shaved face, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, showing muscled arms.
The Garibaldian stepped closer, "My name is Manfredo Donvito," he simply said.
"How do you do. I am Ruggiero Vizzini."
They shook hands and Ruggiero felt a light sense of pleasure at the firm hold of the other.
The Garibaldian asked him, "Are you married?"
"No."
"Do you live with your family, then?"
"No, by myself."
"And... don't you have a place to host me?"
"I live in a rented small apartment, with just one bedroom..."
"I am easily satisfied."
"You can find a better place than mine."
"I don't feel like to find myself in a family with a flock of daughters hungry for young exotic males. And then, at least you don't speak only Sicilian, we can understand each other without problems," Manfredo said with a giggle.
"Don't you like our women?" the young man asked, studying him.
"It's not your women -- you are beautiful people, you Sicilians. It is just that I don't like to be compromised with a woman. One of the reasons why I followed Garibaldi, is exactly to free myself from a fiancee that my parents imposed on me. I really don't want to get married, really not!"
"Oh, really? And why not?" the young man asked with interest.
"I'd rather stay with a good friend... Do you understand? And anyway, you are not married yet, are you? Do you have a fiancee?"
"No, no. Well, if you don't mind the space... you can come to stay at my place."
"Wonderful. Let's go and register, then," the boy readily answered.
While Ruggiero led him to his home, they chatted. Manfredo was exactly twenty years old, his family was from Tuscany, but his grandfather moved to Turin and both his father and he were born there, therefore they considered themselves Turinese. Ruggiero liked the boy -- he was lively, had intelligent, luminous eyes. He talked in an elegant way -- one could tell that he was an educated boy. In fact, before enrolling as a volunteer, he was studying at a university. His father wanted him to become a notary, but he was not really interested in that kind of job.
"What would you have liked to study?"
"I would have liked to study art at the Academy, but..."
"And what will you do, afterwards?"
"I don't know. But I don't intend to go back to my family, that's for sure."
They reached Ruggiero's small apartment, composed only of a bedroom and a small kitchen, located in a wing of an ancient palace, on the fourth floor. Ruggiero told him, "We can put your things here near my bed, if you want. I can look for a mattress for you."
"Your bed is wide enough for two people, isn't it?" the boy quietly answered, passing his hand on the queen-sized bed.
Ruggiero looked at him, somewhat perplexed -- he liked that boy very much, and he was afraid that having him by his side on his bed could arouse his desires. He didn't think it was good.
The boy, at is silence, said, "I don't snore, and I don't kick during the night. I'll not bother you."
"No, it's just... I wouldn't want to bother you," Ruggiero said hesitantly.
"No, you'll not bother me! I sleep deep. But perhaps... you would rather have a nice girl in your bed with you!" the boy said with a cunning smile.
Ruggiero smiled, "No, it's not that. I don't feel sorry having you in my bed."
"And me either. Therefore..."
"All right, we will sleep together. Do you feel hungry?"
"A little..."
"Well then, let's fix something to eat."
"Will you show me around the city before dark?"
"Sure, willingly!"
"Can I put my sack over there?"
"Wherever you want, treat this as your home."
"Thank you."
"Let's go get something to eat now."
They chatted. Ruggiero was fascinated by the liveliness of the boy, his way of telling things, his smile. Certain aspects of the boy reminded him of his Enzo, but Manfredo was more confident, more brilliant, and just as beautiful. For a moment, Ruggiero thought about being in bed together with the boy and became aroused. But he loved Enzo. He must not get odd ideas in his head. Moreover, just because he said he didn't want to marry, that didn't mean that he had to prefer men. Ruggiero tried to avoid this kind of thoughts.
They went out. The city still had a festive atmosphere. Here and there, groups of Messina people were strolling, always with a Garibaldian at each group's center. It seemed that everybody was on the streets. The weather was fine. From time to time, Manfredo greeted one of his companions in red shirts. After visiting some churches and passing in front of some old and imposing mansions, they strolled for a while along the port. Then in the evening, they went to eat in a tavern -- it was crowded with Garibaldians and their Sicilian hosts. They sang songs of their countries and Manfredo also joined the choirs. Some songs were in the northern dialect, almost impossible to understand. The Sicilians also sang some of their songs.
Ruggiero noticed that the boy had sweet lips, and thought it should be pleasurable to kiss them. With difficulty, he chased away that thought, which was arousing him, from his mind. Manfredo noticed his glance and lightly smiled at him. Ruggiero felt a warm feeling pervading him. The boy from the North was incredibly fascinating. When he smiled, his eyes became two slits, behind which shone two precious stones, full of a mysterious light. Slightly disturbed, the young man moved his eyes away and looked at the boy's hands holding the wine tankard --- long hands with tapered fingers, strong and yet elegant, hands of an aristocrat, not of a commoner.
"Are you from a noble family?" Ruggiero asked him at a certain point.
The boy laughed, "No, just a boring middle class family."
"You seem like an aristocrat," the young man said.
Their eyes met again. The deep glance of the boy made Ruggiero quiver. He thought he had to stop looking at him in that way, but was unable to move his eyes away.
"Can we go back home?" the boy asked.
"Do you feel tired? Do you want to rest?"
"Yes, somewhat. But I don't feel like going to bed yet. I just want to lie down for a while and chat some more with you... If you feel like it."
"All right, let's go."
"Yes, let's go."
They went back home. The boy went near the bed and at once started to unbutton his uniform. Ruggiero followed suit and prepared to hit the sack. From the window, they could see the sky, which was rapidly darkening. The boy remained with just the cotton underpants on him. He had a hairless chest, wide and well chiseled.
"Which side do you sleep on?" the boy asked.
"I don't care."
"I'll take the left side, then," Manfredo said, then uncovered the bed and lay on it without covering himself.
Ruggiero kept his underpants and undershirt on. "You want me put out the lantern?" he asked.
"Yes,"
He blew on the lantern and lay down to the right of the boy. Their arms were barely touching.
"How old are you, Ruggiero?"
"Twenty eight."
"I thought you were younger. Eight years older than me, then."
"That's a lot."
"No, just the right age."
"Right?" the young man asked.
"Right." he repeated without adding an explanation. Then turned on his side and their light contact ceased. "You have a beautiful profile. You surely have Grecian blood in your veins," the boy said.
"Greek, Arab, Roman and... who knows? We are a mixed people, we Sicilians."
"Beautiful people, anyway. I like your profile."
They chatted some more, until they both felt sleepy. They bid goodnight and turned onto their sides, back to back. Their butts lightly touched. Ruggiero was aroused again. Fortunately, in that position, the boy couldn't be aware of that.
He had to avoid these thoughts, Ruggiero continued to repeat to himself, while he was slowly falling asleep, but it was not easy, with such a beautiful half-naked boy by his side on the same bed. He heard the light breath of the boy. He felt a strong desire to turn over, to take him in his arms, to caress him, to make him feel his erection, his desire... But he remained still and at last fell asleep.
On the following morning, Ruggiero was waken up by the sunrays. He felt Manfredo's body curled against his own. It was a pleasurable sensation... He opened his eyes, and met the eyes of the boy, a few centimeters from his own, smiling eyes. For a while neither of them said a word, just continued to look at each other. Then Ruggiero felt, clearly and evidently, the boy's erection palpitating against him and it felt ablaze. His own erection also awakened at once and quivered against the body of his guest. Manfredo accentuated his smile. Ruggiero, without thinking anything else, girdled the boy's naked chest with his arm and pulled Manfredo tightly against himself. Their mouths met and their tongues slipped out and played lightly and warmly, while the boy pressed himself against the strong man's body and caressed the neck's nape and the side of the young man with his hands.
Ruggiero made the boy lie on his back and covered him with his body. The boy's hands slipped under the young man's vest and caressed his strong back, then lowered to free him and himself from their underpants. Ruggiero deeply kissed him and Manfredo, moaning with pleasure, girdled the man's waist with his legs and held him tightly to himself, gluing to him, filled with desire. He sensually wiggled under the man's pleasant weight. The turgid member of the beautiful Sicilian slipped between the Piedmontese's thighs and vigorously brushed between the small and well-molded butt of the boy.
Manfredo shuddered and twisted to press against that strong pole rummaging in the furrow of his butt. Ruggiero felt his blood pulsating strongly in his veins, his heart vigorously beating, his throat becoming dry from the desire. Lust vibrated inside him, languid and strong, possessed him, urged him. He felt hungry for that young and lean body, so manly and yet so ready to become his own.
"Do you want it?" the man asked, his voice was hoarse from the desire.
"Yes, screw me," the big boy answered with burning eyes.
Ruggiero never heard that word, but the image of a screw entering a hole was more than clear. Yes, he would force his screw inside that ready and precious hole! They moved to reach the carnal union that both wanted intensely. It was evident that Manfredo was no greenhorn -- Ruggiero slipped inside him smoothly, while the boy skillfully made his hole palpitate, hot like a furnace.
He pushed himself inside the boy, while Manfredo arched his back upwards, emitting a long and low "Aaaahhh..." of pleasure. There was no more embarrassment, no more restraint in either of them. Ruggiero took him for a long while, enjoying that unexpected intimacy, invading him like a flooding river, and took him again without hesitancy, without even giving him the time to recover, and then took him once again with vigor and enthusiasm, until finally both were fully and happily sated.
While they were relaxing, panting, Manfredo said, radiantly smiling, "I was right when I asked you to host me. This was just the kind of hospitality I was hoping for. But I didn't expect so much -- you are hotter and stronger than your volcano!"
"Did you know I would make love with you?" Ruggiero was slightly surprised but amused.
"I hoped. I was not wrong."
"And how could you know it was worth trying with me?"
"Intuition. Also because you Sicilian males, as long as nobody knows, are often available for a good screw."
"Not everybody is like me... I only like males."
"Well, I couldn't be sure about that. But even those who prefer women often can't say no in front of an available boy."
"And you are more than available, right?" Ruggiero asked with a light irony.
"With someone like you, sure! You screw better than a Grecian god! You are formidable."
"You are very good at it too. You must have a lot of experience."
"You are my nineteenth man, after I discovered that I like people of own my gender."
"Ah, that is?"
"I had my first man when I was fourteen."
"And you keep the count?" the young man asked with half a smile.
"I write all of them in my small notebook, from the first one who took my virginity six years ago."
"What if somebody reads it?"
"I write on it with a personal code so that nobody can understand."
"And you will put me in there too?"
"Sure!"
"Who was your first man?"
"His name was Ludovico Viola. He was a thirty-six-year-old man, the father of a schoolmate. He caught me while I was spying on my mate who was taking his bath. I didn't know he was at home too that day. I was bending down in front of the bathroom door, my trousers open, and was looking from the keyhole and beating my meat. He came, and since he was wearing his house slippers, I didn't hear him coming from the corridor. He seized me from my back and said I was a real little pig. I was frozen with shame and fear. He dragged me, my trousers still open, to his bedroom, made me bend over his bed, completely lowered my trousers, unfastened his belt and I thought he would lash my ass with his belt with fury, but instead... he came on top of me and screwed me."
"And did you let him have his way?"
"At first I was too scared to complain... and then too pleased! He noticed that and asked me if I enjoyed being screwed. I answered I did, thus, after that first time, we continued to meet during the school year. He knew how to screw, Ludovico!"
"Better than me?"
"No! You are wonderful, really. You know how to make a male enjoy. I'm happy to be here with you."
"I... really... shouldn't have..." Ruggiero said, suddenly thinking of Enzo again.
"Why?"
"Because I already have a boyfriend."
"Here?"
"No, he is at the village. But we are in love."
"Well, your heart cannot hurt if your eyes don't see, as it is said. At least as long as we stay here in Messina, we can make love again, can't we?"
"Didn't you have enough?" Ruggiero amusedly asked.
"For the moment... but in a while I'll feel the yen again, I think. Won't you?"
Ruggiero was torn -- he liked that boy very much, but now that he was thinking of Enzo, he felt somewhat ashamed for what he did. He thought that after all Manfredo would go away, and that after all he was taking nothing away from Enzo. He loved Enzo, Manfredo was just a distraction, although magnificent, a companion for as long as he had to be parted by his lover. After all, Manfredo was right, if Enzo did not to know about it, he would not suffer from it. With Manfredo, it was just a strong physical desire, like when one is hungry and there is a wonderful meal waiting. It was just to satisfy a need of the body...
So, he continued to make love with the young Garibaldian. Manfredo was also likeable, a good companion, and unquestionably beautiful. He had smooth and fair skin, narrow hips, long tapered legs and was covered by a light blond down, visible only in sunlight, making his skin the color of ancient gold. He also liked the immodesty of the boy, who always went around completely naked when they were alone at home, and who, without the slightest sign of embarrassment, looked at him with his half closed eyes and a slightly provocative smile on his lips, making him burn with desire. And he was then ready to give himself to the man with genuine enthusiasm.
That boy could make even a saint lose his head, make a hermit break his wows, and Ruggiero certainly was neither a saint nor hermit. The young man had a sensual nature and it was easy for Manfredo to make that splendid stallion aroused and to enjoy him.
"Do you know, I'm almost tempted to remain in Sicily," one day the boy told him.
"Why?"
"Not to leave you."
"But our story cannot continue. You know it, I'm tied to my boyfriend."
"Is he so exceptional?" Manfredo asked him.
"He is. For me, he certainly is. He and I are in love."
"So then, what am I to you?"
"I hope you will not get mad at me, but... you are just an agreeable interlude. Very agreeable, anyway," Ruggiero said while caressing his firm, small ass.
The boy smiled, "Show it to me."
"What?"
"How agreeable I am..." the boy said, caressing him between his legs and starting to take off the man's clothes.
Ruggiero smiled and pushed the boy towards his bed, fully aroused.
"What do you want to do to me?" the boy asked, pretending to be alarmed.
"To screw you!" the young man answered, using the new term with a sense of pleasure.
"I don't understand..." the boy said, carrying on his game.
"Slipping all this cock in your nice little ass, pushing it all the way inside you, then banging you until you yell with joy, until I yell with joy..."
"Yes... it seems like a wonderful program to me. Come on, my beautiful hunk, what are you waiting for?"
Ruggiero raised him up and laid him on the bed, and the boy welcomed him inside himself with a long pleasure moan. He urged him and spurred him, but the young man didn't need that at all, he was filled with the desire to enjoy that young male in heat, so enthusiastically available to satisfy him.
When at last both were sated, Manfredo, with the look of a spoiled child, said to Ruggiero, "Aren't you going to give me something sweet to eat now?"
"I'd like to offer you a cake, but there isn't any at home."
"But I want it... why don't you go out to buy it?"
"If we go out together, I'll offer you whatever you want."
"No... I don't feel like to get dressed... I'll wait for you here in bed, go on! Don't take too long, just buy me something and bring it back to me... And afterwards... I'll give you something sweet, you know?"
Ruggiero smiled indulgently, got up from the bed and got dressed. "But then, you will have to reward me, agreed?"
"Sure, I know very well that just once is not enough for you!"
"Are you unhappy about that?"
"On the contrary!"
"Wait for me then."
"Where do you think you will go?"
"I don't know if I can easily find something good around here. Maybe I should go to the cathedral square."
"I'll wait. Don't disappoint me, and I won't disappoint you," the boy said, slyly smiling.
Ruggiero threw him a kiss with his fingers and went out, merry and amused, to look for some sweets for the boy.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 16
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