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
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"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 10 . Manfredo's mess
In the following days Enrico and Maurizio toured the city, at times alone, at times with their hosts. One afternoon Enrico went to have his hair cut and Maurizio went around making some purchases. When Enrico went out of the barber shop, he ran into Manfredo.
"Hi Enrico, how are you?"
"Fine, thank you. It's useless to ask you - you are brighter than a summer morning!"
"Thank you for the compliment!"
"I bet it is thanks to your guest, that Sicilian hunk..."
"Sure! Ruggiero. He is wonderful, he drives me crazy, in bed."
"So you managed to get into his pants."
"It is not my merit, he too likes men. And he is such a male! Well endowed, but above all... he knows how to use it."
"Don't talk too much of him or else you will get a hard on and it becomes too evident!" Enrico said laughing for the boy's enthusiasm.
"It is almost impossible, he wears me totally out - to him it is never enough doing it just once."
"You found your match, then!" Enrico said thinking to the impetuousness of his friend in bed.
"Yes and it's a pity it will last just for a few days."
"Anyway you got your first Sicilian man. Aren't you happy?"
"That's not right he is not my first one. He is for sure the best one, but he is the third."
"The third one, and when did you have the other two? When we did it you told me you were hoping to do it with a Sicilian, therefore I thought that..."
Manfredo pulled out from the shirt pocket a small note-book with a worn aspect and thumbed through it: "Well, no, I told you a small lie. Now then... my first one was in Marsala, and he mounted me in the belfry of a church."
"You like bell-towers, I see..." Enrico said laughing.
"Yes but not in the cell, we did it up the stairs almost on top, where he took me with the pretext he wanted to show me the beautiful panorama - he told me it was worth seeing it and in fact... His name was Salvatore and was more or less of my same age. Just before arriving in the belfry he pulled out his tool, hard like a bell clapper and asked me with a small smile if I didn't prefer that view. I touched it - it was hard and firm and hot and it was a pleasure touching it. He opened my trousers, lowered them, and made me turn andÉ well in a moment he was beating it inside me, there on the last steps andÉ he gave me a good pealing! And he continued to ask me; do you like it? Do you like it? Goodness if I liked it! That really was the official and best welcome in Sicily. And he squeezed and wringed my nipples in the right way, with the right pressure, not too strong and not too weak, a real artist. And then, at the end he told me: you are better than a woman and also of all the boys I have fucked..."
"But, how could that guy know that you were game and you would not give him a kick, instead?"
"He said he understood me by the way I was looking at him... and that I was his first male from the Continent. He told me that he went a couple of times with prostitutes, but he often did it with the boys at boarding school where he was the door-keeper. At night he allowed them to go out in secret only if they before allowed him to fuck them, and they were all game."
"You have everything marked in there?" Enrico asked astounded, pointing to the small note-book.
"No, just something but I remember these details."
"And the second one?"
"The second one was in Palermo. He was thirty years old and he didn't want to tell me his name. That night I was on sentry-duty in the garden of oranges, under the windows of the headquarters where the General settled in and was sleeping. The man came near me and struck up a conversation with me. He was likeable, he smiled at me in a way that gave me shudders, and he enflamed my desire. So I looked between his legs and saw he had there an inviting and pulsating swelling... He saw where I was looking, so he caressed it and asked me with a delicious brazen smile: what are you looking at, eh? So I said: it's a pity I am on duty and cannot leave this place... and he said: no need to leave, if you are on duty you do your duty and I do you! You see, just I do you! I stretched out my hand and felt him - he was firm and so hard! So I told him: I want it! He smiled and said: just turn around, boy, let me do it... And I turned, leaned against the low wall from where I could watch over the street, he from back opened my trousers, lowered them, and the torture began..."
"The torture, you mean he tortured you?" Enrico asked widening his eyes unbelieving.
"Yes, a wonderful torture with his piece of artillery - he did like he was about sliding it inside me, made me feel it, I pushed back full of yen and he withdrew... I don't know how many times he did so, until I beseeched him to fuck me! And at last he made up his mind, grasped my waist and slid all of it inside without giving strokes, just pushing and sliding inside all his pole until his balls were pressed against my butt and then, while playing the bass-drum with my ass he was saying: take it, take it , take it... and he seemed to never come! He drummed and drummed inside me without tiring, and I was asking myself if we would continue that music to dawn and enjoyed it to die. Just think that when he came, I already came three times! And then he made me turn again and kissed me right on my mouth with manly vigor and told me: You have an ass of gold!"
"But, tell me, do you write down everything?"
"I write almost everything, because I want to remember my stories."
"I too am in your note-book?"
"Yes, but don't worry, all is written in a code."
"Any code can be decoded." Enrico said thinking back to the manuscript that disclosed him the world of the pleasure between males, but he was not worried.
"Not this one, it is better than a war code. When I was a boy I found a book in my father's library where I learned how to build a very safe code."
"And do you think that such a small note-book will suffice you?" Enrico asked him amused.
"I really hope not!" the boy merrily answered. "But how are you, rather, and your Maurizio?"
"We are friends, more and more close. No, Manfredo, not in that meaning, I explained to you. But it is alright, for me."
"If you are happy with thatÉ nobody can complain. But there are so many handsome boys, and you lose your head for him? Yes, I know... the heart has his reasons, but also the cock has his reasons, heck!"
"Yes, but the heart has stronger reasons."
"Happily I am heartless!" Manfredo laughed, then, seriously, said, "But don't you betray me! Understood?"
"Understood, anyway, at the right moment, you will betray yourself. And this... what's the name of your actual host?"
"Who, Ruggiero? He is a real stallion, and he spoils me. He is really cute and fiery ardent as I like them. He is better than the others because he too likes men. It is a pity to lose him. But he already has a boyfriend..."
"But how is this possible? Didn't you say you would never put yourself between a couple?"
"First, he too wants it because his boyfriend is far away; and second he is totally infatuated with his boyfriend, he always talks about him. To him I am just a parenthesis. It is the first time he cheats on his boyfriend. If he had his boyfriend here he surely would never have come with me. My god, if I just found a man like him, I think I would fall in love with him!"
"And would you be faithful to him?"
"Faithful? I told you, he wears me out, and I would not even have the strength to do it with another. Faithful... well yes, if I was in love, possibly I could even be faithful."
"Then I hope you will find your mister right..."
"We will see..." Manfredo answered merrily and thoughtlessly. "But you, and Maurizio always nothing, you say..."
"No, sure, and I'm doing nothing to change things between us."
"Heck, but don't you need... What do you do? Do you wank?"
"No."
"Ohmygod! Did you by chance make the vow of chastity, did you? Love is dotting you? Are you half-baked? But look around - it is full of free-range males, both amongst us and in the local fauna, and one like you would have no difficulties to scrap up a good male, would you?"
"I'm not keen on it. I'm alright this way."
"Romantic... you are an incurable romantic. Even though in bed... I loved it with you. Happily I... this evening... Leo asked me if I'm game to do an encore with him, he is dying for the desire and he doesn't know with whom to do it, as here they keep their women under key... So it is since the ship that he does nothing, and thus he is longing for me, that is my luck. Hence, before going to RuggieroÕs place I promised him I will do it again with him."
"But didn't you say that this Ruggiero wears you out?"
"Yes, that's why I'll do it first with Leo and then with Ruggiero!" the boy answered giggling cunningly.
They said good bye. Enrico asked himself why such a remarkable boy played with himself to be a cynic.
The day before their departure for Calabria, he met again Manfredo. The boy, seeing that there was also Maurizio, after chatting for a while with both of them said to the nurse, "May I ask Enrico a few minutes of his time, Maurizio? I need to talk with him in confidence."
"Yes, of course. We will meet at home, Enrico?"
"Alright, Maurizio. So, Manfredo, what's the problem?"
"Ruggiero, my handsome Sicilian..."
"Did he break with you?"
"No, not exactly, his boyfriend arrived and found us together... and I was bare ass naked..."
"A tragedy?"
"Enzo, the boyfriend, broke with Ruggiero. In a sense it was my fault, because of me. And I regret it, because Ruggiero is really in love with Enzo, even if for a while he frolicked with me... Well, then this morning I met Ruggiero who was searching like a lost soul for his Enzo, so I told him that he possibly had enlisted, because I saw on the registers right the evening before that a certain Vincenzo Rota, eighteen, Sicilian, had enlisted. We went to control and he saw I was right, but they didn't know where the boy was quartered. I then promised him I would look for his Enzo - I felt in a way responsible for what happened, you see? I had to do something for him. Well, I found Enzo, I talked with him, and I tried to make him understand that his handsome Ruggiero was madly in love with him, but nothing, he was hard like granite. And indeed he told me that he now is with another, a Sicilian volunteer like him, and that he will have sex with everybody but Ruggiero. I insisted, but at a certain point he said he really doesn't give a damn for Ruggiero and to show me it was really so, he proposed to fuck with me..."
"You wouldn't have accepted, would you?" Enrico asked him, afraid he knew the answer.
Actually for a moment Manfredo had a look of embarrassment, and then confessed, "Well, yes. He is beautiful, this Enzo, and he was determined and... He was wild and we did anything and as he came he was ready to start again! He is only eighteen years old but he is more virile than any man with whom I made love up to now. When he finally took his fill, I convinced him to meet Ruggiero, but to no avail. But the fact is that Ruggiero, in order to be near him, enlisted too..."
"To be near him or near you?" Enrico severely asked.
"No, no, to be near him! That man, I told you, even if had his amusement with me, it is only because he missed his boy - he is totally infatuated of Enzo."
"I see. And why are you telling me all this?"
"Because you are smarter than me, and those two are in love, also Enzo in my opinion. You possibly would be able to soothe things between them. Without looking like doing it, you understand? As if you knew nothing about them..."
"Well... if they really are in love with each other as you say, we don't need to bustle about that."
"But that Enzo is more stubborn than a mule..."
"You enjoyed yourself with both of them and now your conscience pricks you? You always said you would never go between a couple... is it because of that?"
"No. I mean, I'm sorry for Ruggiero but the conscience doesn't prick me, I did nothing to separate them, on the contrary... And about Enzo, I don't regret at all having done it with him, as he wanted it, and he is also endowed like a mule... Good heavens how well he does fuck! If it were possible to be a part of a permanent threesome, I with Enzo and Ruggiero, I would not need any other male, I swear, but... Will you try to do something, Enrico?"
"I will see if I can do something. But when will you get some sense in your head?"
"I? That's no possible, I have no head... I am just a cock-head!" the youth said with forced cheerfulness and, said him good bye, he left.
Enrico felt that there was a background of sadness in the words of his friend and thought that possibly, more than that Enzo or that Ruggiero, it was really Manfredo who needed help to see his way clear... He really would have liked to help him.
The following day they embarked. When, before sailing the roll was called over, at the name "Rota Ruggiero!" this one made a step forward and Enrico, who had moved near the Sicilian platoon, tried to well impress in his mind his face. But he was somewhat puzzled, in fact Manfredo told him that Ruggiero family name was Vizzini and that Rota was Enzo family name! He was sure of that. But then he understood and smiled.
When they disembarked in Calabria, ready to fight, they found that the port was already in the hands of the rebels who welcomed the Garibaldians with merry ovations. The volunteers, their general heading them, united in formation and the fast advance of the red-shirted army started again, just slowed down by small skirmishes with the Bourbon's army that was now a day disbanding, also because it was more and more weakened by the many defections.
Sicilians were fighting with vigor, to deserve the esteem and the respect of the Piedmonteses, and also the first Calabiran volunteers were starting to pour in. Enrico and Maurizio were busy, but not so much - they had to treat more constipation or diarrhea than wounds.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 11
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