ITALIAN BROTHERS 3 ENRICO PICCIN by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2005 written on February 2, 1996 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Dave
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"ITALIAN BROTHERS 3 - ENRICO PICCIN" 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 9 . A silent love
The parish priest accompanied them to the bells' tower cell, passing through the almost dark church, poorly lit only by the candles in front of Saint Lucia statue. He opened the low door of solid wood that squeaked on its hinges.
"Here you are young men." he said and Manfredo smiled once again for his pronunciation - his "r" seemed all to be "ds"! "It is not a royal palace, but for one night it will do, isn't that so? Near your mattress I put a jug of water, and I leave here a lamp. Before hitting the bed, if you need to use the bog, you know where it is - I'll leave open the sacristy door."
"Thank you, reverend father." Enrico said politely, holding back the laughter for the funny imitation that Manfredo was doing at the priest's back.
"Good night and rest well, you need it!" the parish priest said, putting the lamp on a stool.
"Yes, we really need it, we are longing to lie down on that mattress, isn't it so, Enrico?" Manfredo said provokingly brushing himself between his legs, but pulling away his hand as soon as the priest turned towards him and assuming a demure expression that nearly made Enrico burst in an uproarious laughter.
"Tomorrow morning you will come to the parsonage for the breakfast; I gave instructions to the housekeeper to prepare abundantly - I guess you will be hungry, as young as you are!" the good priest said to Manfredo.
"Oh yes, at least I am always hungry, Enrico knows how strong my hunger is..." Manfredo said lowering his eyes in a gesture that the priest mistook for embarrassment but that was only to hide the laughter that was flashing behind his eyes for that umpteenth word-play.
"A proof that you are in very good health." the worthy man ingenuously said. "Well I leave you, now. Have a good sleep."
When the priest left the small room, carefully closing the heavy door at his back, Manfredo went near Enrico, and imitating in a low voice the priest, said, "I am in a very good health and really hungry. Come here and lie down and I will show you at once!"
Enrico, smiling, gave him a dirty look, pointing to the door and signaling him to keep silent. Manfredo nodded with laughing eyes but caressed him between his legs, groping him with a full hand. Enrico at once got aroused by that intimate contact.
Manfredo emitted a low appreciation sound and whispered, "Yeah, you too are in very good health, I feel..."
"Wait at least until we are sure he went away..." Enrico whispered, excited.
"If he is eavesdropping behind the door, it means he is one of ours, therefore no harm, on the contrary... he is a handsome man. If not, he is for sure already far away. Come here, come on, or I'll try it with the priest!" said attiring him toward the mattress that was on the floor.
"Come on, he is a priest!"
"Still young and handsome, also a priest is a man, isn't he? Even if he wears a soutane, under it he is endowed like us, didn't you know?"
Enrico laughed, "You would even do it with a priest?"
"Why not, with one like him, for instance, and there are priests who like doing it. I've heard that a certain priest in Turin fucks every night like a rabbit in his sacristan... But now, let's undress, come on!" the boy said gaily, starting to do it.
"Is it not better to blow out the lamp, before?" Enrico asked, slightly worried about the priest.
"No, I didn't yet see you naked, and don't want to miss the vision... At least I can say I too had a vision here in the church, and not only the saints..."
"Don't be blasphemous..." Enrico said in a mild reproach.
"Why blasphemous? Each person get the vision they deserve, don't they? I luckily deserve this..." the boy said starting to pull out his companion's clothes.
In a while they both were naked, standing up on the mattress, and were groping, feeling, brushing each other, full of desire.
"Do you like kissing, Manfredo?"
"Everything, I love everything. Don't ask, just do! I like males of few words and good action..." Manfredo said taking Enrico's turgid genitals in his hands and slowly kneeling in front of him.
He parted his lips and made slide inside him all the hot flesh column, moaning low his pleasure. Enrico had a start and quivered. He caressed his friend's hair while this one was moving back and forth his head sucking with pleasure.
"Go gently..." panted Enrico, "it is months since I've done anything sexual, I fear to come too soon..."
"You didn't even wank alone?" Manfredo asked him, unbelieving, pulling him to lie on the mattress.
"Not even."
"Well... can't you come twice?"
"I think I can..." Enrico said admiring the nakedness of his comrade and caressing him with pleasure.
"So, then, come on, let yourself go, the night is all for us. Do you know that you taste good? You have a healthy male taste. I want to drink your first load and to get the second, instead, inside my ass..."
"And you to me?"
"All you want, of course, my beautiful male. And as much as you want, with no limits!"
Enrico bent over the crotch of his friend and started giving him pleasure with his mouth. Manfredo turned around to resume what he had interrupted.
When at last they lied, finally sated, on the mattress, Manfredo had succeeded in giving to Enrico three orgasms, all three very enjoyable.
Their limbs intertwined, Enrico emitted a long sigh.
"You needed it, didn't you?" Manfredo said.
"Yes, really." the young man said. "You are a force of nature, you know?"
"Like rain and wind?"
"More or less."
"So you mean I am boting!" Manfredo said pretending to be offended.
"Not at all, I mean you are irresistible like a river in flood, like the tide, like the Ocean currents..."
"I like that more, yes."
"You swept me away."
"And you were happy to be swept away, confess it."
"I confess it, with much pleasure."
"Then I give you the absolution." the boy said giggling and caressed the young man soft member. "You are very well built, Enrico."
"More than Leo?"
"No, no more than him. But you are better at making love, this is for certain. Even though I bet you would have preferred doing it with your Maurizio."
Enrico thought of the boy he was in love with and felt a great sweetness enveloping him. "If I said no, I would be a liar. But I know I cannot hope that, not with him..."
"Therefore you content yourself with me."
"No, I don't content myself. I am contented, rather."
"Nice word-play. Thank you, anyway. But I can understand you, you know? If I was in love with you, I would not be faithful. Maurizio, on the contrary, would be the faithful guy, I'm sure, if he was like us. You also, even though you like to enjoy yourself, you are the faithful type, I bet."
"How can be so sure?"
"Come on! I know whom I have to deal with. I know my poultry, as my grand mother would put it."
"I'm poultry, then?"
"No, you are no poultry. But not even a stallion in heat like Leo. No. You are... a desirable man... and an extremely agreeable one."
"Thank you for calling me... a human being and not an animal. It is a compliment."
"What I like in you is that, even though ours is only an adventure, with some follow up I hope, when you make love you give the best of yourself... and a lot of affection. After so many cocks and asses, believe me, also some affection does me some good..."
"So then you are less of a libertine than you want us to believe."
"I'm afraid yes. But don't tell anybody, this is my secret."
"Why don't you look for a lover?"
"Because I'm too young and I want to enjoy life some more, and then, who do you think can fall in love with me? I am just a beautiful boy good to fuck or to be fucked by, nothing more, a bed-animal, in short."
"I don't believe that. This is the image you want to show, but you are not that way. This time is me to bet on that."
"Well, good night, now, Enrico." suddenly Manfredo said, and Enrico understood he had hit the mark.
The following morning Enrico was woken up by a pleasurable sensation: Manfredo was bent over him and was titillating his nipple with his lips and tongue, while with a hand was rubbing the other nipple and with the other hand was caressing between his legs the hard member.
"Good morning!" Manfredo said when became aware that his friend was awake, looking at him with a mischievous expression. Then he said, gently shaking Enrico's tool still held in his hand, "This one awoke before you, therefore I thought to keep him company, in order that he was not bored..."
Enrico pulled him against himself and climbed on his body. Manfredo circled Enrico's waist with his legs offering himself to him and they started again to make love. In the small room filtered the rays of the sun, still almost horizontal, from a narrow loophole open in the ancient stone and a golden glimmer filled the cell. The two youths turned around and now Enrico, sitting on the mattress, was looking the seducing body of his friend who was dancing up and down on his lap, savoring that new union.
Manfredo eyes were lighted with joy and Enrico thought it was good what they were doing and that any honest person without prejudice could not deny that. But how many people in the world are without prejudice? And mainly about the fact that two males could get pleasure from each other, give pleasure to each other? Even amongst the people loving their own sex, not few are slave of prejudice and are ashamed of their same impulses. Secret impulses! Why have they to remain secret? And even forbidden? One risked the jail - both for wanting a united Italy and for wanting to love one of his own sex. Two bad things, then?
The spontaneous joy of his friend filled him too with joy and he told himself that nobody had the right to deny, to judge, to condemn that love. Abuse, violence without a reason, overpowering has to be condemned.
Enrico stopped thinking and let him self enjoy the passionate union he was experiencing with his friend, a joy for both his body and his soul.
When they stood up and dressed, Manfredo said to Enrico, with a funny smile, "I was thinking... I was thinking I have to be grateful to Maurizio."
"Grateful to him, but why do you have to be grateful to him?"
"For two reasons - if you didn't fall in love with him, I would not have understood, by the way you look at him, that you are like me. And if he said yes to your love, I could not have you, now."
Enrico smiled, and then asked him, "If I was in a relation with Maurizio, wouldn't you have tried it with me?"
"I? Never! I would never get between a couple... unless it was you to ask me. But as, to my luck, you are not a couple..."
After the breakfast at the parsonage, abundant as the parish priest had promised, they resumed their march. At the new of their advancing, all Sicily seemed to have revolted against the Bourbons, who were precipitously beating a retreat, also because not a few Sicilian soldiers were deserting and, or they were going to hide amongst their people or even they flanked the Garibaldians. So that, as Maurizio said to Enrico, their conquest seemed more a walk than a war. At time, here and there, there was some skirmish, but more to slow them down to allow the main body of the Bourbons' army to escape than to really resist the invasion. Even though the Bourbons called it a "strategic withdrawal", as all the armies in flight, but not yet in rout, normally would say.
They reached thus Messina's outskirts, after a few clashes and with a few lightly wounded men. Anyway Enrico was busy and Maurizio helped him to give medical treatment, to bandage, to put straight the men.
During a halt in order to reorganize them and to enter the town in an orderly formation, Enrico complained with his superiors, "I enlisted to fight, and instead I have always to stay to the rear!"
"Captain Piccin, you are fighting here behind the front - you are fighting against death that follows us and lies always in ambush." the adjutant of the general said.
"Death... what a big word. Thanks to God we just had some wounded men and not even seriously."
"We have been lucky, yes, but will we always be? And anyway you, putting straight our men, are fighting with their arms, their hearts, and their chests. Each man going back to the fight is a part of you who is fighting, don't you see that? You are more precious here than the weapons we have, you are one of our most precious soldiers, together with your nurse, even though perhaps you will not earn medals for that."
"I wouldn't surely fight in order to earn medals, I..." Enrico objected lofty.
"I don't doubt it. But, believe me you are doing for Italy more than each of us can singly do. Don't complain, therefore!"
Enrico lowered his head and nodded, slightly ashamed for the outburst he had had a little before.
"And anyway," the adjutant continued, "if it was needed, surely you and your nurse would be ready to shoulder your fusil and to fight, wouldn't you?"
"By all means!" Enrico and Maurizio answered in unison.
"Good. That's enough, therefore. Do well your duty and we all will be really grateful to you." the officer said concluding so the discussion.
When they were alone, Enrico said to Maurizio, with irony, "I cut a fine figure, didn't I?"
Maurizio smiled, "No, you just said what you were feeling and what disturbed you, and you did right. Don't you now see things in a somewhat different way?"
"Yes..."
"Therefore you were right to say what you felt."
They entered Messina. The entire city was decked with flags and a heterogeneous and rowdy crowd formed a double edge at the passing of the beautiful young people with their red shirts, "The Piedmonteses... the Piedmonteses..." the people was wildly repeating, and clapping their hands. A spokesman for the city talked with General Garibaldi, giving the welcome, asking respect for the people and for the town and offered to the "brave soldiers from the Continent and from the Island" the hospitality of the city's families. In fact several "picciotti" were flanking the Garibldinians and not a few of them asked to enlist, decided to follow Garibaldi up to the north, until all Italy became one and indivisible country.
Therefore it was agreed that each Garibaldian, when he found a host, would go to register to a specially appointed officer who would take note where he was hosted and by whom.
Enrico was wandering about the square with Maurizio when an officer called him.
"Captain Piccin, this gentleman is a physician and as a colleague he offered to host our doctor, that is you. Did you by chance already find accommodations?"
"No, not yet..." Enrico answered looking at the man, who made a light bow and smiled - he was a man in his fifties, with a lorgnette framed in gold, a heavy gold chain at his waistcoat, a big gold ring at his finger. But, in spite of all that display of wealth, he had clever eyes and a likeable smile.
"I am Doctor Rinaldo Fichera..." he introduced himself.
"How do you do, my name is Enrico Piccin..."
The man stretched out his arm and they shook hands - a short shake, firm, which impressed Enrico favorably.
"So, then, may I have the honor to have you as my guest, doctor?" the Sicilian asked him with a strong accent but in perfect Italian language.
"It is an honor for me... but also my nurse is without accommodations and I would like settling him first..." Enrico answered.
"If it arranges you, my dear colleague, he could also be a guest in my home. The problem is that I have only one free room - but we can add a bed. Unless you prefer to sleep alone and to find for your nurse another accommodation..."
Enrico was about happily accept but refrained and looked in a questioning way Maurizio.
The boy smiled and said, "If it is not too much trouble, and if doctor Piccin agrees, I would be really glad..."
"So, then, colleague?" the Sicilian asked.
"Your offer is generous, we heartily accept. We soldiers practically never sleep alone, therefore there is no problem."
"Very well, we have to register, I heard. Do you know where we have to go?"
"Yes, this way." Enrico said and, saluted the other officer, together with Maurizio and the doctor went to the registering officer table to give their data.
Here was a short queue and, right in front of him there was Manfredo and at his side a beautiful Sicilian young man and they were talking with wide smiles.
When Manfredo, turning back, saw Enrico and Maurizio, he said merrily, "Oh, you too found an accommodation? I will be the guest of this kind young man, his name is Ruggiero Vizzini. They are my friends Enrico and Maurizio."
"I feel honored." the young Sicilian said shaking hands with the two.
Enrico introduced Doctor Rinaldo Fichera and Manfredo and they also shook hands. Enrico noticed the possession air with which Manfredo looked at his host and asked him self if by chance between the two already shot the fatal spark. Finally Manfredo could have his Sicilian, he thought, amused.
After registering, Doctor Fichera led them to his home - he lived at the main floor of an ancient mansion. His home oozed with wealth like his entire person. His wife was a thin, elegant, well cared and gentle woman. The doctor introduced also his children - three males of which two were married and lived there in the wide home with their wives and children, two girls to wed, even if somewhat aged, then two younger boys who had more or less the same age of Maurizio,
"The domestic staff says that when we like, the meal will be served. If we want to take a seat..." the doctor's wife said.
"Let them have the time to freshen themselves up, to change their clothing..." the husband said and led them in the room where they would sleep - it was a very wide room, of a baroque elegance, but agreeable, "Here it is. I will ask the staff to add a bed near this one, on the other side of the night table there is enough room."
"It is a very beautiful room... Thank you very much." Enrico said.
"This was my mother's bedroom, before she passed away two years ago. Now we use it as a guest room. Our rooms are upstairs. If you would follow me, I will show you the guest bathroom. You can set your things here and change your clothes. When it suits you, we are in the lounge..."
"Unhappily we don't have a... full dress. We can just put on a clean uniform..." Enrico said.
"Your red shirt is a perfect evening dress, don't worry, colleague." the doctor kindly said and left them alone.
"What do you think, Maurizio?" Enrico asked spying the expression of his friend.
"I say it is perfect. For how long we couldn't sleep in a real bed?"
"I was not sure you wanted to share a room with me..." Enrico said.
"Silly man! With you I would sleep even in the same bed, you know that." the young man said him with affection.
"But not I..." Enrico answered with a light smile.
"No?" Maurizio asked, astonished.
"It would be too hard, don't you understand? I am no saint."
Maurizio smiled and brushed his hand, "I am sure that there would be no problem, but I understand what you mean. And it is surely not me wanting to give you problems. But here, with two beds, it will be alright, wouldn't it?
"Sure, it will be alright."
"Let's change our clothes, now."
"Here? Together?"
"Here, together. Are you ashamed to undress in front of me?"
"Perhaps, a little... I'm afraid that..."
"It would be natural if it happened, because of what you feel for me. Don't worry, I will surely not be scandalized." the youth told him with tenderness and started to undress.
"May I... look at you, then?"
"If you like. Be yourself, Enrico."
"Just to a certain extent..." corrected Enrico with a smile and started to undress at his turn.
He looked at Maurizio, at his half naked body and found it of a yearning beauty. He was not sexy like Manfredo, but he was beautiful. Maurizio looked at his friend and made him a sweet smile. Enrico found delicious the simplicity with which the boy let him look, quiet, neither bashful nor provoking. And he told himself that this young man was a rare pearl, and felt even more in love with him.
They changed their uniforms and went to rejoin the others.
They ate a very good, rich and abundant meal. During the lunch all the family covered them with questions. Then they moved to another lounge (they discovered that there were four lounges in the apartment) where the lady offered a rosolio and the doctor offered them to smoke, but neither Enrico nor Maurizio did smoke.
"Ah, healthy youths, I'm pleased." the doctor said but he inhaled with evident pleasure from his pipe.
The elder son offered to bring them to visit the town and the two friends willingly accepted. When the servants had prepared the little gig, they went. The town was swarming with Garibaldians, well visible for their red shirts, and with their hosts who were taking them for a walk - it seemed that they passed the word on acting as guides for the young Garibaldians.
"I beg your pardon, but, why your general choose so a showy uniform?" the man asked to Enrico.
"Well there are plenty of symbolic explanations and all are very nice - the fire burning in our hearts, the blood we are ready to shed for our ideal, the beautiful color of love, the red of our flag..."
"I would say that no one of these explanations persuades you." the young man said studying Enrico's expression.
"Oh no, surely all of them are right and valuable, but... I am a physician, you see..."
"Sorry, but I don't understand what you want to say..."
"The red hides the color of blood, if we are wounded - this on one hand makes less afraid the wounded person or his comrades, and on the other hand gives to the enemy the impression that their bullets didn't hit us, if the wound is not mortal, a double psychological advantage. Also because normally, a few drops of blood on a white cloth give the impression that a lot of it came out."
"Therefore your General chooses the red thinking of that?"
"I don't know, possibly not, but if he did it for this reason, he would have been wise. And if he didn't think to that, anyway this is the result, and it is good."
"Without a doubt, and you all are volunteers, you said, didn't you?"
"Certainly."
"And what pushed you to make such a choice?"
"For what concerns me and Maurizio, we answered during the meal. About the others, how many are the men, so many could be their motivations. Anyway I don't believe the reason is just one. Certainly in all of us there is the ideal to have at last a country, one and undivided, not trampled down by a stranger, free, and belonging to us. But then, what other reasons can join this one? Perhaps we ourselves are not fully aware. Adventure, flight, desire to put ourselves to the test, to unload repressed energies, the whish to see far and unknown lands, hope for glory, orÉ who knows!"
"Therefore a pure ideal doesn't exist?"
"Certainly it exists - all these reasons don't invalidate in the slightest degree the fact that all and every one of us is ready to die for Italy. The ideal remains pure, whatever motivation sides it. The man, I believe, is never just in one dimension or two... and the same for his ideals."
"Are you an idealist?"
"I think to be a... realist. But I believe in the strength and in the value of ideals."
"And in that of social conventions, of money, and of power?"
"Surely also these have their strengths. But it is a strength that doesn't come from the heart, it is a cold strength that is not warming, is not creative... it is a blind strength."
"And love?" then asked the young wife of the man, who up to then remained silent.
"The highest of ideals, I believe, madam." Enrico answered with courtesy.
"Romantic." the husband said with a flat voice.
"No, love is the foundation of any ideal. The force that makes alive and livable the universe, that makes man a man, that makes God divine."
"You, a doctor are a believer?" the man asked, almost astounded.
"Certainly, I am a believer, even though not a good church attendee."
"Do you believe, then, that man has a soul?"
"If he didn't have it, he would not be able to love."
At evening they went back home, the supper was lighter than the lunch but as good. After a conversation in the lounge, they finally could retire and go to rest. A new bed had been added, parallel to the first, far from the other about three feet.
They undressed, went to bed and Enrico blew out the lamp.
"I liked very much your speech while we were in the gig, Enrico." Maurizio said in the dark.
"Thank you. But I didn't intend to make a speech. I just told my thoughts, for what they were worth."
"It was a real pleasure listening at you. You are a splendid person."
Enrico smiled and said nothing - compliments always put him slightly ill at ease, even though they gave him also pleasure, mainly if coming from the person he loved, from the boy he intensely loved.
After a short silence, Maurizio voice said, "Enrico, do you mind if we hold hands, just for a while?"
The young man felt moved. "On the contrary..." he said stretching out his arm towards the bed of the friend and their hands found each other, their fingers intertwined and lightly squeezed.
Enrico felt a sensation of tender warmth and felt a great peace wrapping him, a peace that not even his incipient erection could trouble. Certainly he desired Maurizio, he would have liked to be allowed to fully express to him all his love, but what he had very much at heart was his friend's happiness - in order to make him happy he was ready to do any and every thing, even to renounce all the physical love.
He felt grateful to Maurizio for that gesture - he felt that the boy, in some way, wanted to make him feel his affection.
Maurizio hand became heavy and, slowly, slipped away from the light grip of Enrico, who understood that his friend had fallen asleep. He silently left his bed, being barely able to perceive the dark silhouette of the boy. With tender care he took his arm that was hanging out of the bed, and folded it on his chest. He arranged the sheet, bent to give him a very light kiss in his forehead and, serenely went back to his bed.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 10
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