Italian Brothers

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

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"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 8. The Libertine Seducer

"Let's get dressed now, and go back to my studio. I have to finish examining you."

"Can't you do it here? I don't feel like getting dressed yet... or seeing you dressed."

Enrico nodded and smiled, "It will be the first time in the noble profession of medicine that a doctor sees a patient in the nude."

"Do you think do?" Gaetano asked cunningly.

"Well... who knows?" his friend answered amusedly, restarting his examination where he had left off. In the end he said, "Nothing to worry -- it is probably just a torn muscle, you probably lifted something heavy in the wrong position. Now you just have to avoid abrupt movements or efforts and it will be fine."

"Alright, but making love... that..."

"No problem, as you saw," Enrico answered with a smile, caressing his friend's body.

Gaetano and Enrico became lovers. Enrico was really romantic and this pleased his friend. Their relationship, after the ardor of the first months, continued to flow like placid and quiet waters, with reciprocal satisfaction. They met often, and even though they didn't make love every time they met, they both liked to stay embraced, caressing each other while chatting.

They visited Ravenna's most beautiful spots together, then also the surroundings, and went as far as Bologna. In the good season, they went to bathe in the sea at night, and then made love on the shore, under the stars.

Marcus came again to look for Gaetano, but he explained to the boy that he had a lover now, and that he didn't want to cheat on him.

The boy, with his rough Italian, told him that he was sorry. "I have a male in each port, and now this port is without a male. I must search another, this is not easy," the boy said with a dejected look, when he saw that Gaetano was uncompromising.

When he told that to Enrico, his friend smiled, "I'm sorry for the boy... but I'm happy for myself," he said.

"Why, did you doubt that?"

"No... I just never encountered the problem myself. I feel so good with you."

"And I feel good with you."

"But the ship boys... all of them love males?"

"No, they simply are available until they become sailors, because this is... the law of the sea. Later... one who is like us will continue to love males the others on the contrary will look for a woman. A woman at each port, and the ship boy while sailing, I mean."

"But the little Austrian said he has a man at each port."

"Evidently he is like us, therefore when he becomes a sailor, he will continue in this way."

"Was he skilled... in bed?"

"Marcus? Yes, he really was skilled. But don't worry, I prefer you."

"And I... am I skilled, in bed?"

"Enrico! It is not just a matter of skill, you know it well. What you are giving me is not just enjoyment, it is much more. When you ask me such questions, you seem like a child."

"But after all, aren't we all still somewhat like children?"

"Not here, happily..." Gaetano answered with a giggle, and caressed him between his legs.

Enrico lightly blushed, but didn't escape that caress. Gaetano liked that light modesty that his lover still had.

They remained together until 1859, that is until Enrico, inflamed by the political news that was coming, decided to enroll and to become a Garibaldian volunteer. Enrico hoped that Gaetano would follow his example.

Gaetano instead hoped that Enrico would remain with him, "I'm no warrior, and... I am perhaps selfish, I perhaps think way too much about myself, but I could not stand losing you too."

"No, I understand, but in this way... you will lose me anyway, because I don't want to renounce... I am terribly sorry, believe me, but..."

"I am too. Yes, I will lose you all the same, but at least I will know you are still alive. I know how much this ideal of a single united Italy is important to you. I know very well your ideals, and I respect them, therefore..."

"Therefore what?"

"We can just wish each other good luck."

"Yes. I probably don't love you as much as you deserve, Gaetano... I don't know. But if I don't go, I would never forgive myself, for the rest of my life. This is the hour of Italy, you see, the hour I have been waiting for... all my life, the ideal for which my master and friend, Poma, died. I have to go."

"Sure. Then, we have to part, as real good friends."

"Yes."

"Are you leaving soon?"

"Are you mad at me?"

"And you at me?"

"No."

"Good. But are you leaving soon?"

"In three days..."

Gaetano offered some money to Enrico, but his friend, who sold everything, showed him he had enough. They bid farewell with a long love night where both found again their passion, if not the enthusiasm, of the first days.

Gaetano, alone again, started to feel gloomy remaining in Ravenna, where each stone, each corner reminded him of Enrico. Therefore, after not even two months after they parted, he also decided to sell everything and move. At first he thought about going to Bologna, but then he opted for Rome. He always desired to see the town where the Pope lived.

During the long travel in the public coach, he thought he was unlucky -- he had three lovers, and he lost all three of them... So! Was falling in love worth it? How many tears did they cost him for each of the three periods of happiness, of serenity? Well, with Enrico he didn't cry, and he hoped he never had to cry for him, but he acutely felt his loss and this was not only or not so much on a sexual level. Enrico had been, above all, a friend. Felice had been, above all, a lover. Tommaso... both of these qualities, he remained the perfect lover.

One never forgets his first love, it was said. Was that the reason? He asked himself, turning his thin iron ring on his finger. No. Tommaso was really unique, exceptional, and perfect! No, he was not idealizing him. It was sheer and pure truth. "Maso, oh Maso!" he thought and cried. Not to be seen by the other travelers in the coach, he covered his face with his hat as if he wanted to sleep, so he could let all his tears silently flow.

When he reached Rome, he looked around for a month trying to decide the best way to use his capital, not really huge but anyway conspicuous. And meanwhile he took advantage of the opportunity to visit the "Eternal City". He had at once an impression of splendor and mystery -- everything was so tightly mixed, integrated together, that sometimes it was hard to know where one ended and the other began. But he was struck by one thing -- even the poorest people seemed serene. Rome was a lively city, fascinating, probably even for its thousands of contradictions. And it was a cosmopolitan city.

About the fact that it was a "Holy City," Gaetano had his doubts, but this did not cause him any trouble. It was rather easy to find a companion with whom to spend a night.

Finally one day, he passed in front of a tailor's shop that had a sign that said "For Sale" on the glass door.

He went in to gather some information. The owner, now old and wealthy, decided to sell everything and to retire to the village where he was born to enjoy his old age. He asked for all a reasonable price, which Gaetano was able to afford. And together with the shop and the cloth, he also left him the workers (rather, a condition of the sale was that he would not dismiss them) -- a forty- year-old man, one twenty-seven, who was the same age as Gaetano, and a shop boy, twenty years old.

"But I..." Gaetano said hesitantly but tempted, "I never worked as a tailor."

"Oh, my dear sir, this shop runs by itself -- the three workers are expert and men-of-the-trade. And you just need to take care of the books and to receive the clients. And you know, besides gentlemen, the officers of the Pope's army also come here to my shop, and they always need new uniforms... For sure there is plenty of work."

Gaetano thought about the handsome young officers he observed strutting about the streets of the Eternal City, in their beautiful multicolored uniforms, elegant and sensual, and who, judging from the frequent glances they exchanged, were available for some fun.

When he left the office of the notary who wrote the sale contract, the old owner advised him not to change the shop sign, "You know old clients are used to seeing it..."

Gaetano, who had experience in trade, decided it was best to follow the old man's advice.

From the shop door, one could see the beautiful Trevi's Fountain, a place of the elegant promenades. The location was really good. Also, Gaetano found an apartment very close to the shop, therefore, he felt completely at ease.

During the first days, after seeing how Renzo, the "shop-veteran" took the measurements, Gaetano decided to learn to do it too -- in fact, it would be a wonderful opportunity to feel and finger at his ease the young officers who attracted him.

Moreover, Renzo always asked, "Forgive me, Sir (or Young Gentleman, or Lieutenant, and so on), but what side do you keep your birdie, by your kind leave?"

That's a nice question to ask, on some occasions.

When he asked to the man the reason for that so peculiar question, Renzo explained to him in a natural manner, "You see, with the trousers, which is in fashion now, we have to leave more space on the side of the birdie, therefore that part is to be cut in a different way. And since some keeps it on the right, and some on the left, it is better to make sure, so we don't cut the trousers wrong."

Gaetano decided that the measurements shouldn't be taken in the workshop in front of all the workers any more. So he had a changing room prepared. He emptied a small room whose door opened directly in the shop. It had been used as a storage room for cloths until then, now the cloths were moved to the workshop. The small room was slightly trapezoidal, and measured about nine feet by nine feet. It had no window. Gaetano had it thoroughly cleaned and restored, and installed a beautiful door which could be locked from the inside with a little bolt. Three wide mirrors were also added, from floor to ceiling, the central one fixed on the wall and the lateral ones adjustable, as well as a lounge to lay clothes on (at least that was the official reason), several lamps, and curtains draped on all the walls. The storage become now became an elegant small room, reserved, secluded and comfortable.

And Gaetano started to weave his web...

With those clients whom he had no interest in, he was reserved, kind, affable, but very professional. With those who appealed to him, instead, he was warm, amiable, obliging, and, with a casual manner, he would do a little touching while carefully observing the client's reactions.

"Here it would be better if I made it tighter, and here on the contrary, I would make it somewhat wider, otherwise if you had an... how should we say... an accident, it would show off too much..." and so on.

If the client appeared to be willing, he would continue, if not, he would quickly step back. Also, with his light touching and the "casual" brushing, if the client let him do it, he would become more daring little by little, if not, he would not make further attempts. This technique, used with extreme discretion and skill, started to bear its first fruits.

One day, he said to a young cavalry officer, "Forgive me if I dare, but... I see that you have a... an extremely remarkable endowment, under here... Would you rather like it to be visible, or to hide it?"

"What do you think?" the young and handsome officer answered with a conspiratorial little smile.

"Well... if it was noticed on a handsome young man as you are... who knows how many hearts will be broken!"

"Then let's make it noticeable, of course."

"Forgive me, but when you have... let say ... an accident, does it tent conspicuously?"

"What do you think?" the young man again answered with a smile that now was clearly provocative.

"Well, I don't know... It happens for some, but not for others. You do know that in this world there are no two men who are the same. Each one of us is special in his own way... The beauty of life resides exactly in its diversity, don't you agree?"

And in this way, little by little, from touching to caressing, the handsome young officer ended up lying naked on the lounge, fully aroused and also fully available to return the sexual attentions of Gaetano.

The same thing happened with the son of a count, who had a powerful erection during his first fitting. At the second fitting, he let Gaetano touch him in a clearly non-casual way. And by the third fitting, he was begging Gaetano to penetrate him, and Gaetano obliged, seeing that it was not the first time for the young man. And that youth came back to his shop quite often to order new clothes, offering himself to the "sir tailor" at each fitting. So Gaetano had his fun and earned good money at the same time.

Although Gaetano liked to have his fun, he didn't want to be bound to anybody. Therefore he was very careful not to be involved in a real relationship.

One time he almost risked falling in love, it was with a young lieutenant of the Honor Guard of the Apostolic Palaces. He was a slender blond, so very sweet, who had fallen madly in love with him. Gaetano, even though he tried not to fall in love, became aware that he was starting to feel something more intense than a simple physical attraction for that big boy (or little youngster?), and each time they made love, he felt more and more that's not just an adventure. His name was Heinz, and he came from Bavaria. Each time in bed, he was able to give Gaetano really intense pleasure, both physically and mentally. What saved Gaetano from having to decide whether to choose Heinz as his steady lover (and therefore the only one), was the fact that Heinz's company was ordered to fight in the Marche region, which had been invaded by the troops of the King of Piedmont and Sardinia. Heinz cried when they said farewell and Gaetano felt deeply troubled. He didn't know whether to hope for resuming their relationship when Heinz came back. But Heinz didn't come back. Gaetano later came to know that he had been taken prisoner.

A second time happened in 1861. He had just had his twenty-ninth birthday, and it was mid May. The King of Sardinia had just proclaimed himself King of Italy, and the Pope State was reduced to little more than the Lazio region. But despite the political unrest, in Rome, life seemed to continue, undisturbed and quiet as usual.

A young man about twenty-five years old came to Gaetano's shop, and at once seized his attention.

"I was just appointed as His Holiness' chair carrier. And I heard that you are able to make the best red liveries for the carriers. Is that right?"

"Certainly that is true, sir. Our house has been honored to serve the carriers of the Pontiff long before I was even born... and I am certainly honored to have you here."

The young man smiled, and his smile was so open and beautiful that Gaetano told himself he absolutely couldn't let this youth escape him. It didn't take him long. At the fourth fitting, the young man was aroused at his expert and apparently casual touching, and blushed redder than the livery he was trying on.

Then Gaetano said with a conspiratorial tone, "We should wait until it... it passes, to continue this fitting properly..."

"I'm so sorry... I don't know how..."

"It happens, believe me, it happens to many men during the fittings. There is nothing wrong, and you are with the right person. Moreover, even though unintentionally, I probably also contributed to the problem with my inadvertent touches during the fitting, is it not so?"

"Yes, certainly, but..."

"But nobody can see us here. You can relax without worries. We both are young, and hot-blooded... Moreover, I think like me, you don't yet have a woman with whom to ease some... some of your youthful ardor, am I wrong?"

"No, you are right."

"And then our energies accumulate, and accumulate... and yearn for relief, is it not so?"

"Yes, you are right..." the youth answered, still embarrassed.

His erection had no hint of subduing, and Gaetano continued to talk, in a more and more intimate way, until Gaetano threw in the final gibe, "Let's check how it is doing now," and decidedly fingered the young man between his legs and his hand lingered there longer than necessary. His client did not protest, or try to escape that touch, not even when Gaetano's fingers underlined the shape of the long, hot, aroused hose.

"You seem really well equipped, here..." Gaetano said, now cheekily fingering it.

The youth was shivering but said nothing and didn't move away either.

"It would be better I help you get out of these tight satin breeches..." Gaetano said with a low, warm voice, kneeling in front of the young man, and slowly, deliberately lowered the red satin breeches along with his white underpants. The youth's member was freed, and stood out triumphantly erect.

Gaetano lightly caressed it, and the young man shuddered, emitted a restrained sob, and closed his eyes, but didn't move. The member, like its owner, was wonderful, rather perfect. Then Gaetano put his lips around it and his companion started to tremble intensely. He opened his lips and, cupping the youth's small, tense and sinewy butt with his hands, pulling the young man to him, letting the entire rod slip inside his mouth. The young man emitted a low and long moan, and his legs trembled. Gaetano lightly pushed him against the lounge. The youth let himself fall onto it almost suddenly, and his rod escaped from Gaetano's mouth.

Gaetano caressed it, and deliberately changed to an informal speech (this was also a tested technique!), "You like it, don't you? You want me to go on..."

The young man swallowed, tried to talk, but simply nodded in assent. Gaetano at once complied, and started giving him head again, teasing his nipples. After a short while, the young man, trembling from head to toe like a leaf, emitted a choked moan and came. When Gaetano was sure that the young man had poured all his warm tribute down his throat to the last drop, he parted from him. He pushed him to lie down on his back, and the young man docilely lay down.

Gaetano, still kneeling in front of him, moved near his face, caressed his forehead that was wet with sweat and said, "Cool down, now. It's over. Cool down, my beautiful boy, relax... and breathe again..."

The young man closed his eyes again. Gaetano started to caress him tenderly, very lightly, all over his body.

When he felt that his companion was relaxed, Gaetano asked him in a gentle tone, "What's your name?"

"Mi... Michele."

"Do you feel better now, Michele?"

"Yes... yes..."

"You enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"Yes... yes."

"And... is this your first time?"

"In this... this way... yes."

"Why, how did you do it, before?"

"With... with my hand."

"Alone?"

"Not... not always."

"With whom, then?"

"With... with my wa... waiter, when I lived with my family, when... when I was a kid."

Gaetano knew that these questions should be asked while the other was relaxed but before fully resuming self-control, therefore he pressed on, in a persuasive tone, "And you liked it."

"Yes..."

"But this way is much better, isn't it?"

"Y... yes."

"I like you very much, Michele, do you know?" The young man didn't answer. Gaetano continued, "And I want to teach you other ways to reach even more beautiful and intense pleasure than what I gave you. Is this alright with you, Michele?"

The young man nodded.

"Therefore... you'll come to see me again, won't you?"

The young man nodded again. Then Gaetano, seeing that he had almost resumed his strength, tidied up his client's underpants and helped him up. Michele slightly swayed and Gaetano held him still.

"My God, my head is whirling..."

"It'll pass soon, you'll see."

The young man nodded, then asked, almost shyly, "May I get dressed, now?"

Gaetano looked at him, somewhat shocked - nobody had ever asked him the permission to get dressed again before.

"Yes, you can put on your clothes now."

The young man tidied himself up, put on his trousers, then said to Gaetano hesitantly, "Thank you for... for everything, sir."

"It has been my pleasure, Michele. And now... now you can call me Gaetano. No more formalities. We got rather intimate, at this point."

"Yes, rather... I would say," Michele said, as he was regaining his full self-control, but he still charmingly blushed. Then he asked, "When should I come for the next... next fitting, Gaetano?"

"Complete victory" Gaetano thought to himself and asked, "When do you desire to come?"

"Tomorrow?" the young man asked, looked in his eyes quickly, and lightly blushing again.

"Yes, tomorrow will be good. Come after the Hail Mary bells, if you can. At that time, I will have sent my workers home, and we will be able to do the fitting at our complete ease."

"Just after the Hail Mary bells, alright."

So Gaetano guided Michele in the way of virile love, which the other always confusedly desired but never knew. He guided him step by step, until he taught him all the possible ways two men could unite and find reciprocal pleasure. After the second time in the shop's fitting room, Michele started to go to Gaetano's home. Then he also started to stay overnight in the bed of his master-lover. In a few months, Michele became completely uninhibited and a formidable lover. They were meeting a couple of times each week. Michele knew that Gaetano continued with his conquests in his shop from time to time, but he didn't show any jealousy at all. Rather, he liked to make Gaetano tell him how and what he did and would become incredibly aroused by his tales and then they would make love in an even more passionate way.

The following year after Easter, Michele started to come less and less frequently, until one evening, after they made love; he told Gaetano that he had met a nineteen-year-old boy.

"His name is Flavio and he lives in the same building as me. He is a student. It has been a while since I noticed him looking at me in a particular way and since I like him very much, I started to talk with him and we became friends. Then on one afternoon I invited him to my place, and there, with the pretext of having him try on my bearer livery that he looked at with interest, I had him undress and put on my clothes, while I helped him, following, more or less, your method with me. And it worked, and he was not so much of a greenhorn as I was -- he had already had a couple of experiences and clearly knew he likes men. So, we made love in my bed, even though it was our first time together. We met again and we gradually became aware we were falling in love. Therefore, from now on, Tano, I can't continue to do it with you any more, as I promised him that. This is our last time."

"Therefore he knows about us."

"Yes, even though I didn't tell him who you are, or your name."

"Will you let me meet him some day?"

"Well... I don't know..."

"I assure you I'll not try to steal him from you."

"Yes, yes, I believe you. But I don't want him to become jealous. You are such a beautiful man..."

"Explain to him that without me, it's very likely that he would never have had you..."

"It is true. Well, we will see."

So Michele disappeared from Gaetano's life, but not completely, as towards the summer, Gaetano went to see Michele and his Flavio. Gaetano found the boy really likeable, and the boy also got along well with Gaetano, so from time to time, they met again. And both went to him when they needed new clothing.

The first time when that happened, Gaetano said to them, "Each of you can help with the other's fitting, of course..."

Flavio answered with a smile, "We blindly trust each other, Tano. And we also trust you. We don't need that."

So Gaetano resumed his routine life.

In his "album", he also collected a violinist; then two brothers, one seventeen, and the other twenty-one years old, sons of an Prothonotary Apostolical; several callow young officers and non-commissioned officers; the private secretary of the Dean Cardinal; and youths of the Roman middle class and aristocracy.

But with all of them, once the fittings were over and the clothes were delivered, the encounters also stopped, until they needed new clothes. Some of the clients whom he had his adventures with didn't show up any more, possibly because of shame, but others became steady and affectionate, even intimate clients, even though the physical relationships had stopped.

Gaetano never forced anybody to have sex with him.

His workers should have noticed as some of the "fittings" took more time than usual, and they should have guessed the reasons, but none of them ever said a word or hinted anything. "Live and let live" seemed to be the motto of the Eternal City. As long as one did not create a scandal, all was permitted. And Gaetano was enjoying his good life as an incorrigible libertine.

CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 9

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