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 10 . Twelve years, cancelled
Maso resumed his story.
"It had been a wonderful night, and when, the following morning, he proposed to me that I stay in Florence with him, I felt strongly tempted to answer him with a yes. His name was Donato, was thirty-one-years-old and was a goldsmith. He had a shop in the Ponte Vecchio and had an apartment upstairs above his shop.
Seeing my indecision, he insisted, until at last I accepted his proposal. I went to live with him. Officially I was his shop-boy and was sleeping in the back-room of the shop, but in reality I was his lover and slept with him, in his bed. And very soon I fell in love with him.
He had an old mother and from time to time we went to visit her.
Once, his mother, while he was elsewhere and could not hear us, told me: "After my Donato hired you in his shop, he seems another man - happier, more alive... I don't know what is, but your company makes him happy..."
I asked myself if she had guessed something or if she just said those words without attaching to them a double meaning. Anyway they gave me pleasure. Donato was very sweet. With him I spent very good days... and very hot nights. He had a remarkable physical endurance, really uncommon - at times he was able to take me for hours, without stopping, raising me up to the stars. And he complained that when it was my turn to take him, I didn't have a similar endurance.
He loved making love in the dark I never saw his naked body. And yet, touching him, I can say he had a very well built body. But he always closed all the window's shutters, blew out all the lamps and only then, in the dark, we could undress, and in the dark we made love. In the morning we dressed always in the dark and only after we were dressed, he opened the shutters and let the sun light enter the room.
At first I thought he wanted to hide from me some secret, he had some deformity he was ashamed of, but my hands, little by little, learned to know his body very well, and he seemed sound and well built.
Once I told him I would have loved seeing him naked and being seen naked by him, but he answered, with a stern expression: "No way! Nakedness is never to be shown, to anybody, for any reason!"
His tone had been so sharp and final that I didn't insist.
Then Donato's mother died. Even though she was aged, it was a bad stroke for him. And he stopped making love with me. We still slept together, half embracing, but if I tried to awaken his desire he, very kindly, made me stop. At first I thought it was just a period connected with the grief for loss of his mother. But months were elapsing and he continued to refuse making love with me.
At last, about a year ago, he told me: "Maso, I understand you are young and you need to make love. But I don't feel any more the desire for doing it. It is not you, or your fault. You always are in my heart. And I always love you. But I don't feel any more like having sex. Forgive me."
"It will change, Donato. We can wait..."
"No, my beloved I have thought a lot about it these many days. It is time for you to leave, to live your life, to find a lover who can be able to give you what you need. I can feel your needs, your desire. Before, just feeling it, would have flared me up easily like a match, you know that, now it's different. It is not your fault, believe me. It's me that has changed."
We discussed, I insisted I wanted to stay with him, to try some more, because I was in love with him. But he was adamant.
He decided to give me a big sum of money: "You cannot start a new life from nothing. And then, as I'm no more able to give you my body, take at least this poor substitute as a proof of the fact that, even if my body is no longer able to react, I really love you."
At the end I accepted. He asked me where I was planning to go.
"I will go to Rome." I decided.
He paid me the fare to Rome, bid me farewell and saw him on the square corner waving his hand until the coach turned the corner and we were no more in sight."
"You miss him?" Gaetano asked him.
Maso looked at him astounded. "Are you joking? It was you, and only you I have always missed. Even when I lived with Donato and everything was fine, believe me, you always were into my heart and I missed you terribly. Nobody else never could and never will take your place into my heart. Yes, I loved Donato, because he was lovable, but above all because I was certain I lost you forever and forgive me, I felt the need to be loved, and therefore I picked love everywhere I could find it. It was a pale substitute of your love that I missed so badly. I never pulled away from my finger our little ring, you know, and this was to me a lot more than just a souvenir, it was a symbol of a unique, unrepeatable love. How can you ask me if I miss Donato?"
"No, no, sorry, I expressed it in a wrong way... I just wanted to know if you missed him when you came in Rome, at first..."
"Well, yes, a little. But I could never miss him as much as I have missed you in these twelve years. No, it's not even remotely comparable."
"I know. To me it has been the same, Maso, I know very well. But the... you came to Rome a year ago. What did you do in this year?"
"When I reached Rome, I went to meet one of Donato's acquaintances, or rather a far relative, for which he gave me a letter. This man let me a small apartment behind Serristori' barracks, where I still live, and introduced me to a friend of his, a librarian of Count Colonna, in Santi Apostoli Square, where I am still working."
"Santi Apostoli square? How many times I passed in there. If just you looked out your window while I was walking in that square..."
"But happily I passed here at Fontana di Trevi..."
"And in this year you have found no lovers?"
"No. Just small stories..."
"Tell me. I want to know everything..."
"Well... It was last winter, it was a Saturday and I was going back home. Just before the front entrance of my house, I saw a man staggering. While I arrived near him, looking at him and thinking he was probably suddenly taken ill, I saw him fall on the pavement and remain still, like a disarticulate puppet. I ran to help him, hoping he is not dead. He was alive and when I shook him I realize two things: one - he is just blind drunk and, two - he is young and really handsome.
I try to revive him, to make him stand up, and ask him who he is, where does he live. But that young man mumbles something, was not able to stand up, and understands nothing. At first I gave up. I leave him on the pavement and go towards my entrance door. While I'm opening it, snow starts to fall. I turn to look at that bundle that is the young man and see that the snow is already starting to cover his dark shape... I think I cannot leave him there, under the snow - he would for sure die frozen.
Therefore I go back to him, made my arm pass under his armpits and, lifting him up bodily I bring him, or more precisely I drag him upstairs to my apartment. I just made him enter and leave him just a moment to shut the door, when he throws up even his soul, soiling the floor and dirtying all his clothes. So, there in the entrance room, I undress him, clean his body and then the floor, I put his clothes in a wash tub full of water, then I drag him to my bed and place him on it.
I go back to end the cleaning, I changed the water in the tub and, tired for all that unforeseen drudgery, I go back in my bed room asking myself where I can sleep, as I have just that bed. The young man is there, naked as his mother made him, and is sleeping snoring lightly. I now look at him with more attention - he is really beautiful, very beautiful.
I hesitate for a short while but am unable to resist - I undress, lie near him and cover our bodies with a blanket. And then caress him. He shivers his body answers. I did nothing more than caress him, I would never take advantage of an unconscious person. My thought was to just enjoy his closeness, his warmth, then dress the following morning and go to the kitchen to wait for him to recover his senses. Drunk as he was, I was sure, he would sleep until noon. Therefore, embraced to that sweet and so beautiful body, I fell asleep, blissful, and happy to finally feel the warmth of a body against my body, after so many months.
But he wakes up early in the morning, and his startled voice wakes me up. He says something like, "Oh my god! Where am I? Where's here? Who are you?"
Our eyes meet - I'm embarrassed, he is totally bewildered. Then he becomes aware he is stark naked, and I too am totally naked, our legs are intertwined, my arm still surrounds his waist. I try to disengage myself from that position and start to explain him how I found him, what happened, how I took him to my place...
He says, with a soft accusation tone in his voice, "And so, last night, you took advantage of me."
"No, no, I swear. I just... caressed you, nothing more. You were so beautiful that... I was not able to resist. But I did nothing more than that, to you, for real!"
He doesn't believe me I see that from his eyes. He uncovers himself, checks his member, dry, touches between his buttocks, then says, "Well, perhaps you said the truth..."
Uncovering himself he uncovered also my body, looking at my nakedness, up and down, several times. I don't know what to do, what to say.
Then he says, "Its cold. Let us cover up. But where are my clothes?"
"Soaking, as I told you. They were impregnated with vomit..."
"So, now, I have to remain naked! Today is a Sunday, isn't it?"
"Yes, sure."
"Tomorrow morning I have to show up at the barracks."
"Are you a soldier?"
"I came to enroll in the Swiss Guard."
"But... you aren't a Swiss. You speak a perfect Italian."
"I am a pure bred Swiss, from Appenzell, the sixth generations. But my father moved to Milan when I was just two years old. That's why I know perfectly your language."
"Before tomorrow morning your clothes will be washed and dry..."
"I have therefore to remain stark naked all the day long." the youth said giggling.
"I can give you some of my clothes..:"
The boy looked at me, then, with my astonishment, under the blanket, put his hand on my chest and caressed it.
"What are you doing?" I asked him in a low voice, surprised but excited.
"You told me you caressed me, during the night, didn't you? So, now it's my turn. I saw you are well built, I like your body. Wouldn't you like to fuck with me, now?"
"Yes... sure." I answered, somewhat astounded but aroused.
"I too feel like doing it. Come on, then..." he said happily and dived under the blanket while his hands were exploring my body. I felt his lips suck my tits, then down, down with his tongue on my chest, my belly, until he reached his goal. He really was a colt in heat.
When I tried to give him back his pleasurable cares, he stopped me and said, "No, now it's up to me, I told you..." and started again to give me pleasure and arouse me until he felt I was all a quiver. At that point he offered himself to me: "Now it's your turn. Go on, fuck me! But later I'll fuck you, alright?"
"Alright." I answered lying on top of him with pleasure. He was young, just nineteen, but was a skilled lover, and passionate.
Later, while we were at last relaxing, fully sated, he said: "hi, by the way, my name is Jackob Rudolf Franziscus BŸrer. What's your name?"
"My name is Tommaso Galamini, but everybody calls me Maso."
"Hi, Maso, how do you do? You can call me Rudi."
We covered ourselves with two of my dressing-gowns and I prepared our lunch. We ate, chatting like two old friends. He told me about him with a real wit.
I came to know, then, that he discovered he loved men when he was just eleven years old! He told me that he climbed on his house's roof trying to catch his kitten who was there up, when from a dormer-window he saw the university student living there at the last floor, who was, totally naked, in the centre of his room with a boy, that he recognized being the delicatessen shop owner son, this also fully naked. The boy was kneeling in front of the other and sucking him.
Rudi, curious and puzzled, unseen by the occupants of the room, stopped there to pry into that sight - he never before seen two men "playing" in that way and thought it seemed an interesting game. He spied on them and saw, after a while, the university student making the other stand up, turn around and penetrating his ass, and understood, by the expression of both, that they were enjoying a lot what they were doing. Therefore he decided he wanted to join in that game. Therefore he simply jumped inside the open window.
The two were terribly embarrassed and especially the youngest one, worried. They asked him to say nothing to anybody about what he saw. Rudi promised but said that he too wanted to play that game... They made him happy, taking him between them and resuming to do sex. Rudi loved it.
I asked him, "Didn't it hurt you, the first time you were taken?"
"No, not at all! Rather, I loved very much feeling their hot tools filling me, one in my ass and the other in my mouth, at the same time." Rudi answered me with a wide smile.
For a while Rudi continued doing it with the student and his occasional friends, and then he started to find available friends by himself and became more and more selective. He didn't care about his partners' age, but cared only they were handsome and clean. He told me that some times he went even with two or three different people along the day.
I loved his cheerfulness and the sense of humor with which he narrated to me his experiences. Later he washed his clothes and put them to dry on a line near the stove. In the afternoon he asked me to make love again. In the evening he decided to go back to the inn where he had left all his luggage.
"Can we meet again, Rudi?"
"I don't know. I'd like to, but it will be not so easy. But if I can, I'll come again here, as I really loved fucking with you."
"I heard that in the Swiss Guard the soldiers do it with each other, that almost all are like us..." I told him.
He giggled: "I don't yet know, but hope it's true. One of the reasons why I want to enroll is that. I too heard this interesting rumor..."
He left. I saw him again only at the beginning of summer. He had a special leave and was going to Milan to see his family for a few days. He wanted to stop one night at my place and to make love with me.
"The rumor is true you know? Several of my mates do it, more or less three on the fourth. And I found also a lover, one who enrolled four years ago. In our dormitory we are three couples, we got them to put all six of us in a six bed room, so that each couple can make love also in day time, with the protection of the other four. If the inspection comes rounds, the friends outside make a signal so that the two inside have time to get them in order. Well, in night time it's much easier..." he said with an amused smile.
"But, if you have a lover, how comes that you are here to do it with me?" I asked.
"Because I like you also. Don't you believe I can be satisfied with just one man; he too, by the way, has his adventures, from time to time. We two are the soup, without it you starve, but our adventures are like the seasoning that makes the soup tastier." he answered laughing. "And you are a very tasty seasoning!"
Anyway that was the last time I saw him."
"Other more lasting stories?"
"The longest one lasted four months. His name was Pio, like the present pope. He was a big boy from Trastevere, twenty-one-years-old. I bought a big sack of rice and asked the shop-keeper if he could have it delivered to my home. Pio brought it.
He let the sack on the floor, looked around and said, with a pleasant smile: "It is very nice, here at your place, mister!"
"Do you like my home?"
"Yeah, it's a merry and bright home. Hey, does it bother you to show me all the rooms?"
Somewhat surprised, I consented.
When we were in my bedroom, he said, "Fucking devil isn't it wide? And it must be soft, there! May I possibly try it? I won't soil it, would I? I put out my shoes. But I sleep on a straw mattress and never tried a real bed..."
I smiled and nodded yes. And thought looking at him carefully, that I would have liked climbing on it with that boy he gave me the feeling to be a free-range cockerel. He took off his shoes and flung himself on my bed, spread-eagle, and I noticed that his breeches had a sweet promising swelling in the right spot.
"That's great, mister! Here one feels really like a pope! It is just too wide, there's place for three... or better two people, to do something good..." he said, and winked to me. I'm thinking some witty remark but he continues: "Who knows how many chicks you had on this bed!"
"No, not even one, not even once." I answer.
He looks at me with an astounded face, and then opens in a mischievous smile: "There is nothing to be ashamed of, is there? When this commands, man obeys, and in hurry!" he said and cupping his crotch with his hands, he shakes it lightly.
"And what about you? Does it command you often?" I then ask him.
"Well, yes, dear mister. I'm a young man, and he makes himself heard, and how much!"
"And you obey?"
"When I can, if there is chick that is game..."
"And if no chick is game?" I press him, excited.
"Well, in that case... this." he said shoving me his hand, "Or with a friend..."
"Also with a friend?"
"Sure thing! Yen is yen, my dear sir. And then, also fucking with a friend can be very good."
"Yes, I agree. But how... does he command you?" I then asked him.
"Well... somewhat..." he said and looks at me in silence, a half smile on his beautiful lips.
"Somewhat... how much?" I insisted.
And he, totally confidently, "Well, you've just to climb here with me, we can undress, and then... I will show you how much it commands..."
I didn't need more spurring on; I undressed, undressed him and climbed on his body. Pio was beautiful, strong, and natural; the only limit was he would not use his mouth.
"No way! If you want to put it all in my back, this we do between friends, a hole is just a hole, right? Once for each, of course. But the mouth! With the mouth one kisses and nothing more!"
But then I took his tool in my mouth.
"Fucking devil isn't that great! But... tell me doesn't it make you feel nasty?"
"Not at all, rather, I like it. Don't you like being sucked?"
"It's great, it's really great, and I told you!"
After a while I offered him my back and he, contrary of what I thought, took me with a real gentleness, even though with sound vigor. Then he offered himself to me.
"Does it bother you if I come back to your place, sometimes?" he asked me while dressing back.
"No, on the contrary, I would be glad."
"Then, tomorrow, after the shop closes, yes?" he said with a pleased smile.
After a couple of weeks he was coming to make love with me, he wanted also try to suck me and found he loved it. He came to my place two or three times each week, and each time he brought a small present: a piece of cheese, a piece of salami...
"That's for you." He said as soon as I opened him my door, and handed it to me, wrapped in a piece of straw-paper, with a smile. He never accepted to treat me with familiarity.
"You are a gentleman and an adult man, I'm just a shop-boy and a lad..." he excused himself.
Then after four months, that is about two months ago, he told me, very serious: "I... you know... I've to ask you to forgive me."
"And what for?"
"You see... I did find a chick I like a lot and she's game, and so..."
"You don't want to come here any more."
"No, it's not that. I would also come to see you, I like you, but just to see you, not in your bed, you understand me?"
"Sure, I can understand."
"You aren't pissed off with me, now, are you?"
"No, Pio, I really understand your feelings - you like girls rather than men."
"No, it's not really so. When one feels alright, he feels alright. And with you I always feel alright, I really like you. But it's just that with a girl one can also marry, and make babies, and have a home. Just that, you see? But I don't like to visit two beds. When I was coming in yours, I never fucked with others. And so, now, if I do it with my girl, you see... Even more because I want to marry her."
"Sure, I understand and I think you are right."
"With no ill feeling?"
"With no ill feeling, of course."
"But I... this last time... I would like to say you farewell in a special way, up there on your bed, because I like you, I like you a lot."
And that last time was really something special. It was clear, evident that he wanted above all make me glad, leave me with a good memory of him, and he achieved his purpose.
And on the door, after saying good-bye to me, he looked at me and said: "You are the best of man in Rome, Pio can tell you. I wish you can find as good boy as you deserve!" and ran downstairs.
This, my Tano, is all."
Then it was Gaetano's turn to tell to his newly found lover his entire story, in detail. The talked for hours, caressing each other from time to time but without going further, just to tell each other that there was no hurry, that now they really had all their life in front of them. But in the evening, the mutual desire had the best of it and, little by little, they came closer until they found themselves, at last, once again united.
They made love with all their gentleness, their joy, their passion and they felt that those twelve years had disappeared. They felt they were once again two boys in a silent store, discovering together sexuality and love at once.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 11
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