ITALIAN BROTHERS 2 TANO & MASO by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005 written September 2nd, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Matt & Dave
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"ITALIAN BROTHERS 2 - TANO & MASO" 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, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
CHAPTER 3. Mutual Discovery
The month of February came. The winter that year was particularly cold. At night, even though the boys wore all of their clothes -- winter clothes, and summer and mid season clothes underneath them, that is, three layers long shirts and three breeches; and even though they wrapped themselves tightly in the old blankets, they couldn't manage to keep warm.
Thus, one evening, after the closing time, Tommaso asked Gaetano, "Don't you feel cold at night?"
"And how! I almost can't sleep because the coldness!"
"Me too! You know, I was thinking, we could sleep together, on yours or my pallet, and use both of our blankets at the same time. So we would keep each other warm, I think. What do you think?"
"Yes, but that way, one of the doors will remain unattended..."
"Nothing ever happens. And then, the door that you watch is stronger, we could sleep at my place. And anyway, if somebody tries to enter, we for sure would hear it, in the silence of the dead of the night... What do you think, Tano? Nobody would know about it, we just have to make sure not to be caught sleeping in the morning."
Gaetano nodded. Yes, some more warmth would certainly do no harm. Even now, in spite the fact that he had his blanket on his shoulders, he was starting to feel cold.
"What did you do the winters before?" Gaetano asked.
"It was never as cold as this year. I never had the problem. So then, will you come to my place?"
Gaetano went, and put his lamp on a crate. They lay on Tommaso's pallet, wrapped themselves in both of their blankets and remained still for a moment, waiting for themselves to start feeling warm.
"We have to be closer," Tommaso suggested, and they curled against each other, lying on their sides, their backs towards the sides of the bed. In this way, their faces almost touched, their eyes were so close that they couldn't focus them. But they gradually started to feel warm, and at last they stopped trembling and started to relax. Instinctively, their bodies adhered to each other, little by little, almost like they were afraid to let that faint warmth fade away. They ended up half embracing, and they chatted, as they did every night. But after a while, Gaetano became conscious that he was lightly feeling his friend's erection palpitating against him.
So then, somewhat to hide his embarrassment for what he was about to say, somewhat because he liked that sensation, he murmured, giggling, "It woke up..."
His friend, embarrassed, didn't answer. Gaetano understood, then added, "Mine too... feel it..." and moved slightly, so that he could push his own erection against his friend. His friend again said nothing, and remained still, almost holding back his breath. Then Gaetano asked him in a whisper, "Can you feel it?"
"Yes... I feel it... Does it... it happens often, to you?" at last Tommaso asked.
"Well, yes, it happens... it happens," Gaetano answered, somewhat reassured, and giggled again. One of Tommaso's arms was leaning on his friend's side, his hand lightly touching his back. Instinctively, that hand started to caress his friend's back, lightly, through his clothes.
"It's great being together," Tommaso whispered.
"Yes, I like it. And not just for warmth. Do you know that I've never had a friend like you?"
Tommaso smiled, moved his head slightly and brushed the lips of his friend with his own in a soft kiss. It was a barely brushed kiss, chaste, tender, and short. But both felt a subtle shiver of pleasure, and then Gaetano searched for that contact again. They both again imperceptibly shivered, and they felt it was so beautiful being able to show their mutual friendship in that way. Instinctively, almost in unison, they started to embrace, holding each other tightly. They intertwined their legs and their lips again brushed against each other's.
"I really feel great, with you," Gaetano gratefully murmured.
"Really great..." Tommaso echoed.
Now neither of them was talking -- a new and strong emotion wrapped around them and they felt they didn't need words. They knew that the other was feeling exactly the same way. Their lips met again and neither of the two boys had ever kissed or been kissed in an intimate way before, but their lips instinctively parted, pushed against each other, searched for each other. And they felt it was beautiful. Again, it was instinct that taught them what to do -- the reciprocal need for tenderness, and not just for physical warmth. Tommaso caressed Gaetano's face, who held him tighter against himself. Their tongues brushed lightly, and they felt it was also beautiful.
Even though the two boys were fully aware of each other's erections, they were not thinking sex. They simply just wanted to stay together that way. They savored each sensation, even the slightest one, and each new additional emotion. And they were to fall asleep this way, tightly intertwined, kissing each other from time to time, and each time in a more intimate, sweeter way, and longer than the last.
The noise of the door bolt being opened from the outside woke them up. It was already morning.
"Hurry up. Go back to your place," Tommaso urgently whispered.
Gaetano seized one of the two blankets and run to his own pallet. The coldness lashed him -- his pallet was icy and made him sharply feel that he already missed his friend, his warm and reassuring proximity, his such sweet tenderness, so new to him, a tenderness that brought him back to sensations buried in the deepest part of his soul -- like the tenderness and the warmth of his mother's lap when he was still a baby ... and the same reassuring feeling of the strong hands of his father, ready to hold and support him, when he took his first, hesitant steps. He was not conscious of all these, Gaetano could not even remember them. But he was fully conscious of that mixture of tenderness, warmth, strength, vigor that his friend gave him, and now he was missing it.
He worked all day long, as usual. Work made him feel less cold, and the workers lit small charcoal stoves that keep the glue fluid and to some extent softened the store's chill. From time to time he saw Tommaso, and their glances crossed. They exchanged a smile that nobody else could see, but only they could feel, in each other's eyes.
Evening came again, and the two boys shared Tommaso's pallet again, at once embracing tightly, and their low voices were mixed with kisses even more intimate and longer than those on the previous night.
For several nights, they embraced, kissed, and caressed each other. There was absolutely nothing sexual, at least on a conscious level, even though they could feel each other's erections every time, even though they enjoyed the shudders they were awakening in each other. It was a gradual crescendo, very slow, made of small imperceptible steps. Their intimacy increased little by little. Each of the two boys was gradually discovering how and where the other liked to be touched, caressed. And each of them felt it was really beautiful to be able to give pleasure to the other.
It was now April, and just one of the two blankets was enough, and they wore only their winter clothes. They didn't really need to warm each other, but neither of them even for a moment thought that they ought to stop sleeping together. And it was also in April that for the first time, while caressing and kissing each other, Tommaso's hand leaned between Gaetano's legs and caressed his erect member through the heavy fabric. Gaetano shuddered more strongly than usual and instinctively pushed his pelvis forward to better feel the contact with that hand.
Tommaso understood that his friend felt pleasure in being touched that away, therefore he didn't move his hand away, but continued to caress it. Then Gaetano thought that if he liked so much feeling that hand there, if it was so good to him, it had to be the same for his friend, therefore he lowered his hand on the swollen breeches of Tommaso and caressed him there. They kissed and became aware that now even their kiss had a different taste, more intense, more sweet.
And May came, and they received new clothes for the season. During the day, even when they were wandering around on Sundays, they never talked about what was happening between them at night -- they knew it, were happy with it, and there was no need to talk about it. And each night they met again, happy, and their mutual explorations continued. Now, without the coldness, without the blankets to hinder their movements, wearing lighter clothes, they could caress each other more freely and they could better feel, through their clothes, the quivers of the other, and the shapes of the other's body. And then they lightly followed the shapes of the other's body with their fingers, underlining them, and watching the other's facial expressions to better understand where he liked to be caressed and how.
In this way, they unconsciously discovered each other's erogenous zones, and now their caresses and their kisses were not just for tenderness, or friendship exchange. Their explorations had clearly become a way to give physical pleasure to the other. They became aware of that, and tacitly accepted it.
So they discovered that the direct contact of their fingers on the naked skin arise deeper emotions. At first, their hands slipped under the other's clothes almost shyly. But then they also started to open them, to part their hems, and at last to pull them off the other's body, to be able to caress the other's skin more freely. After all, they were used to their nudity, ever since they started to bathe in the nude. Therefore, there was nothing weird, nothing new. And finally, almost in a tacit agreement, they started to take off their clothes before lying down on the pallet, so they could caress the other's naked body, while looking in each other's eyes and admiring each other. And it was again instinct that suggested them to alternate between touching with their fingers and touching with their lips...
And for the first time, it happened.
Tommaso, seized by a very intense pleasure at this point, reached his orgasm. Soon after, he felt a strong embarrassment, a deep shameful feeling, because all they were doing, in Tommaso's mind, was still never colored with an explicitly sexual connotation. It was in fact so very different from when he masturbated with Checco! But the result had been the same, and this confused and troubled him. He felt that he had spoiled, with the outburst of his sexual pleasure, their relationship.
To Gaetano, on the contrary, it was like a revelation, like finding the missing ring of a chain. His friend's unexpected ejaculation put things into perspective, linking his experiences with Silvio and the sailors with his tender exchanges with Tommaso. He felt, or rather, he understood that those two sides, each without the other, as beautiful and pleasurable as they could be, were not complete. And he understood that he could have both of them with Tommaso, and felt overjoyed.
"Forgive me, Tano..." Tommaso murmured in confusion, trying to tidy up himself and his friend's body. But when he noticed his friend's luminous smile, he asked him, filled with amazement, "Aren't you mad at me?"
"Mad at you? No way! I have made a fantastic discovery!"
"A discovery? What are you talking about?"
Gaetano, still aroused, pushed his friend lightly, making him lie on his back, and then lay on top of him, embraced him, kissed him on his mouth, and said, "Is it not great we can stay in this way, you and me?"
"Yes, but..."
"Wasn't it wonderful what happened to you?"
"I'm ashamed to death..."
"But you enjoyed it, didn't you?"
"Well... yes..."
"Did you enjoy it a little bit or a lot?"
"A lot," Tommaso admitted in a whisper and blushed.
"Good! And it was because of me, don't you understand? I gave you pleasure, a lot of pleasure... isn't it so?"
"It's true, but..."
"No but! I am happy to be able to give my only friend such pleasure. This ever happened to you before?"
"Well, yes, with Checco, but... but it was different, only with our hands, only with our breeches open... it was different..."
"Right, it was different. It happened to me too, with my cousin Silvio and... with others and in different ways. On the ship with the sailors, I mean. But it was different. With you... with you, it was really beautiful, wasn't it?"
"It's true..."
"This time for you, it has been wonderful, hasn't it? It has no comparison with that...with Checco, right?"
"Yes, yes, that's right..."
"Exactly! With the others... we didn't even know this was possible. We couldn't do it even if we knew, because they were... others. The others... they taught us the wrong way. But we discovered the right way by ourselves, because we are... friends. Do you understand? It is so wonderful, isn't it?" Gaetano radiantly concluded.
"Yes, you are right," the other answered with a shy smile, then becoming serious again, he said, "But I... I didn't give you this... this wonderful pleasure."
"So, what are you waiting for, then?" Gaetano joyously said.
Tommaso nodded. The two boys swapped their places, with Gaetano on his back and Maso crouched at his side. He started to caress, to kiss, and to touch Tano. But since he already had his orgasm, involuntarily he did all that in a rather mechanical way.
Gaetano was anyway pleased, but after a while Tommaso stopped. "No, Tano. It is no more the same thing... I don't know why, but now... now it is almost like what I did with Checco..." he said in confusion.
Gaetano looked at him and saw that his friend was deeply sorrowful. He thought for a while, then said, "It doesn't matter. Let's stop, now. Perhaps it will be more beautiful when we both do it at the same time... We will try tomorrow night. Come here let's just embrace, if you feel like it."
Tommaso curled against him and they embraced.
Gaetano tenderly caressed his bare back and Tommaso emitted a light sigh and murmured, "It has been really beautiful, you know? And tomorrow, you'll see, it will be beautiful for you too, my friend."
He kept his promise. On the following evening, they lay down on the pallet, naked, and started to caress and kiss each other like the other times, but now they knew where they were aiming. They were not in haste -- they knew that they would reach their goal. They felt their excitations awaken, increase, strengthen. The new consciousness they now had, made their union effusion even more exciting.
"It is... it is happening again..." Tommaso suddenly panted.
"To me too... to me too..." Gaetano murmured back.
"Here... here..." his friend moaned.
"Yes... yeeees..." Tano echoed and they came in unison in a symphony of contractions, spurt after spurt, and they clung to each other tightly and they kissed with passion and vigor.
And at last they abandoned themselves, still embraced, and satisfied. Their breaths gradually calmed down, their heartbeat came back to normal and they relaxed more, still united in a warm embrace.
"Hasn't it been wonderful?" Gaetano sweetly asked.
"So very wonderful, yes. This time it has been really wonderful," Tommaso murmured.
They exchanged tenderness, and kissed again, happy for having reached such a state of bliss together.
Then Tommaso asked him, "But for you, with your cousin, was it like Checco and I? Did you use just your hands?"
"Yes, I really think so."
"And also with the sailors?"
"With them... different things..."
"But... not like what we did now?"
"No, different."
"Beautiful?"
"The sailors did... neither good nor bad. It just gave pleasure. But I really think they could become very beautiful if we do them, those things."
"Will you teach me?"
"Sure, next time."
They kept silent for a while, continuing to lightly caress each other and to exchange kisses, lighter, but filled with tenderness.
"Can I tell you something, Tano?"
"Sure!"
"I feel somewhat ashamed... Will not you laugh?"
"Well... I don't know... I'll try not to."
"Before, while it was happening... I realized that you... you are so beautiful!"
Gaetano didn't laugh. He gave his friend a kiss and murmured, "Thank you. You too, seem so beautiful to me."
This was the closest to a love declaration that the two boys were able to express to each other. Both boys felt confusedly but clearly that now life was beautiful.
On the following nights Gaetano taught his friend what he did with the sailors. And the first time, it was him to penetrate the other, and he liked it very much.
Tommaso, instead, confessed to him, "With the mouth, it is so very beautiful, I like it. But there, in the back... it's hurting."
"Yes, for me too, the first time was painful, but not much pain now. I think that it is just a question of getting used to it. I like the way you take me."
"I too like taking you, but in the back, not yet..." his friend said in confusion, almost feeling remorse.
"Then only you take me," Gaetano said generously.
"But you like putting it inside my back, don't you?"
"Well, yes... a lot."
"Yes. I too like it a lot, putting mine inside you. Therefore, as you say the pain will go away, I want you to do it again... I'll get used to it."
"It takes time to get used to it."
"We have all the time we need, don't we?" Tommaso answered affectionately, tightening his hold on Tano's hands.
Summer came again, and they resumed their Sunday baths in the Chienti River or in the sea. Although they were very familiar to each other's nudity now, at times, while playing and even just lightly brushing against each other, they got aroused.
"It would be great doing it here, under the sun," Tommaso said with a provoking smile one Sunday afternoon.
"It would be great, but somebody could see us and it would be terribly embarrassing, wouldn't it?"
"Yeah... But I desire it so much... You can see it, can't you?"
"And how! I too desire it, look here. But..."
"But behind those bushes... perhaps..." Tommaso insisted temptingly with a begging tone.
Gaetano looked at the bushes, as if to evaluate the possibility, then he extended his hand to his friend, standing up, "Let's go," he simply said and they disappeared behind the thick bush...
Now they also often talked about their lovemaking -- what you liked best, what felt best, what did you think...? It was a way to know each other better, certainly, but it was also a way to increase their intimacy, because one did not talk about such matters with the others. On the contrary, they could do it and without any embarrassment. Tommaso was getting used being penetrated and he liked it more and more. Gaetano was aware of that, and happy.
The two boys didn't spend all their free time, at night or on Sundays, just making love. Tommaso continued to teach Gaetano to read and write, and he also started to teach him some basic mathematics -- nothing more than the four basic operations, as he himself was not able to do more than that. And Gaetano was a good pupil and this also cemented their friendship.
After fall, winter came again.
On a Sunday when Tommaso had to accompany his uncle to Macerata, Gaetano went to the Civitanova Fair to buy a Christmas present for his friend, with his savings. Touring among the booths filled with all sort of goodies, hoping to get some idea, he suddenly saw a bookseller, offering books that looked like were pilfered from some abbey or monastery. There were of all sizes and colors.
Gaetano saw a small one, bound in good leather and untouched. He took it in his hand and thumbed through it. He at once noticed it was different from the others -- in this book the sentences jumped to a new line before filling to the right border, and they were not aligned, but centered. Gaetano never saw a poetry book; he read one page at random.
Oh, why he hasn't shown up? Who is holding him? Where is he? That beautiful face dressed up With all the flowers of beauty?
He didn't understand all the words, but he understood enough to think that it was the first Sunday that he had to spend away from his friend and Tommaso was really a "flower of beauty". Therefore he asked the merchant about the book's price. He bargained for a while until he got it at a reasonable price. Back to the store, he hid it under his pallet, waiting for Christmas night.
On the night of Christmas Eve, before starting to make love, they exchanged their presents. Tommaso was surprised and happy for the poetry book and handed a small parcel to Gaetano. He carefully unwrapped it, thinking that the paper could be useful later to write on its back. Inside, he found a little plaster statue. It represented a bare-chested young man, wearing just his breeches, with a bag hanging at his back.
"You see," Maso explained to him, "he has light brown hair, like me, and he carries merchandise like I often do. Then this is me. He is Maso; Maso is the present I give you on this Christmas."
Gaetano smiled and kissed him on the chest of the small statue, then said, "Thank you, my friend. But you are... way more beautiful."
He carefully put down the little statue, went near his friend, uncovered his chest and tenderly kissed it, sucking one of his nipples. Maso shuddered and caressed his hair.
Tano took his hand, "Yes, you are way more beautiful. Come..." he said sweetly, pulling him towards the pallet.
And, oblivious to the outside world, they gave themselves to each other.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4
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