THE MERCHANT OF VENICE Or The Twenty-Four Nights of Lorenzo and Poletto by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2006 written the 17th of June, 1991 translated by the author English text kindly revised by John
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"THE MERCHANT OF VENICE" 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 12 ELEVENTH NIGHT Two More Victories
"So, then, Poletto, did you enjoy the commedia dell'arte?"
"So very much, dear master. I burst my sides laughing, as you saw. Those actors were really skilled."
"Which one did you like above the others?"
"The one acting Arlecchino role. He was also a handsome man. Did you notice the nice basket he had between his legs?"
"Ah, you noticed it, right, little rascal! But that was just stuffing that youthful actors put there on purpose to seem more nicely endowed."
"Really? And I who thought that..."
"Would you have liked to put your hands on it, right?" Poletto blushed and hedged a bit, but Lorenzo said, "There is nothing wrong. It's just natural that a nice body arouses our fantasies. And that Arlecchino was really well built, he had a nice body even though he was not endowed as he seemed. Did you know that young actors, often, for a few zecchino, also go to bed with men?"
" Actors also like sex with men?"
"Some do, but others do it just to earn money."
"Did you ever take an actor to your bed, master?"
"A couple of times, two or three years ago. But it was nothing special, nothing worth remembering."
"Would you like to have that Arlecchino?"
"Now that I have you? No, absolutely not. I'd rather have you, a thousand times, I grant you, my dear Poletto."
"But... if you didn't have me?"
"Well, then... possibly... I could even have had a thought about him. And you, tell me the truth, would you have liked having him in your bed?"
"I didn't even think about that. And then... I have you, haven't I?"
"But if you didn't have me? Be sincere..."
"I don't know. I'm sincere, don't doubt it. Well... possibly... if he was him to ask me, I possibly would not have answered him with a no. If I didn't already know you, I mean."
Loenzo pulled Poletto on his body and embraced and kissed him for a long while, until they both were fully aroused.
"Stay so, on top of me, while I'll tell you the follow up of my bet story. Lean your head on my shoulder, so... I like feeling your body on mine and being able to caress your back and little ass, while I tell you my stories."
"I too like feeling you crazily with all my body. I would like being as we are now, but in full daylight, in a beautiful green and flowery meadow, under the sun..."
"Yes, it would be nice. Who knows that one day we will really be able to do so. For the moment let's anyway be content this way."
"Tell me, master, did Bahram came again to make love with you, afterwards?"
"Yes, he came. One day I saw Nàdir coming to my shop, just with Bahram. I didn't think I would see his younger brother again, so I was surprised.
Nadir asked me, "Can you leave your shop for a while and see us upstairs?"
"No problem, Ibrahim can take care of the shop. Come with me."
While we were on the stairs, Bahram asked me, "Is Ibrahim your lover?"
"He is my slave, and when I feel like it, he lets me take him... if that is what you want to know."
"How old is he?"
"More or less your age, a few months less than you."
"And he takes it in his ass from you?"
"Sure thing."
"And does he like it?"
"Very much."
We were meanwhile arrived into my room and Nàdir was smiling without saying a word.
Then Bahram said, "Listen, I would like trying that with you... While Nàdir sucks me, I would let you put it in my ass. It's not because I like it, no...It's just because then you will let me put mine into your ass, as you promised. I know that I will enjoy a lot the second part. Are you game?"
"Willingly. Let's undress, then." I said, with some amusement.
No sooner said than done, in a flash all three of us were naked. Bahram was really very exciting for me - even though he was a little too hairy, he was a really handsome male. I had him lying on his back on the table, his ass a little out from the edge. While Nàdir was keeping his legs well stretched upwards and was bending to suck his nice fleshy bolt, making it become hard and erect at once, I carefully lubed his anus, lingering to massage his tight hole with my finger. When Bahram was starting to squirm and to emit low moans, seized by the pleasure, I replaced my fingher with my already hard and erect tool and started to gently push. At first his resistence was strong, but this was just arousing me even more. Also the view of his pole appearing and disappearing between his brother's lips was really exciting.
I added more lube and started again to push with increased determination, until I felt the boy's hole starting to yield, to dilate and the tip of my tool began to open its way into him. I sank inside, little by litle, without hurry but inexorably. On Bahram face was depicted an expression that was half way between pain and pleasure, but he didn't try to avoid my invasion. As it was three years since he had received a man's stake in his little ass, it was almost as if he was a virgin again. His channel was like a burning furnace and my tool, slowly slipping inside it, filled and stretched it giving me a strong pleasure.
When I was completely inside him, I stopped for a while in order to let him to get accustomed again to that intusion, and when I felt he was relaxing, I suddenly started to fuck him with such frenzy that all the table was moving at each of my lunges.
"Oh, Bahram, how tight you are! I like you, you have a golden ass, my boy! I like fucking you, it's way too good!"
"Yes, go on, hurry up, since then it's up to me to fuck your nice ass. Do you know that you have the best ass I ever had? And that you let fuck me with real art?"
I came even too fast. It was an intense orgasm, very beautiful and strong. We then swapped our roles. While Nàdir sucked me, Bahram sank into me with a vigorous and determined stroke.
"Oh, that's good! I'm really enjoying it now. It was worth enduring being a lad again for a while, so that I could then fuck you again! I like my wife's ass, and also that of Nàdir, now that I know he likes being fucked, but yours is the best of all. I'm glad I was wrong that day. If you were a woman, I would even marry you in order to have you for me every night. Yes, good, make it palpitate, move it, so..."
The boy was like a young bull in heat, and I liked being banged by him with that impetuosity. He was really skilled; he knew how to enjoy an ass...
When at last he came, he leaned over me panting, without withdrawing. I seized his head in my hands and kissed him on the mouth. At first he became stiff and tried to escape my kiss, but then he surrendered and became aroused again and started again to slowly fuck me. While his hands were caressing and groping all over my body, I too then caressed him and artfully brushed his tits.
As soon as our mouths parted for a moment, I said with a soft voice, "But this is the second time you are taking me. Therefore, afterwards, it's up to me to fuck you again, understood?"
"All you want. I like fucking you too much. Besides that... I never kissed a man before, not even when I was a lad. But you are able to kiss better than any woman, you made my head literally spin. Come on, caress me, kiss me again, while I fuck this delicious ass of yours!"
I willingly complied. Meanwhile I seized Nàdir and moved him so that his hard tool was within reach of our two mouths. I started to lick it, then, pushing on its side with my lips, I did so that it was pressed between my and Bahram's mouths. At first he kept his mouth stubbornly shut, but then he gradually started to slightly open his lips, then to shyly put out the tip of his tongue, until, after a few moments, he ended with opening his mouth to receive his brother's member in it and to suck it.
I never would have thought I could win over the boy's reluctance so fast and so totally. Nàdir was letting me do so, satisfied, and all the while he was caressing, groping and titillating both of our tightly united bodies. And finally Bahram came again inside me, moaning his pleasure aloud and trembling from hair to toe, so intense was his second orgasm.
Then, getting off the table, I took Bahram again, but this time standing. The boy willingly submitted to being taken for the second time, and I penetrated him even more easily as his hole was already stretched. I also had the feeling that this time he was less bothered than before, in fact at the end, while we were dressing again, he said, looking in my eyes, "I would never have believed it could be so agreable having sex between males, with men. You know, Nàdir, I'm now starting to understand how you can like men better than women. Well, Lorenzo, we will come again to meet you for a good threesome... I like taking your nice ass too much."
I then got an idea - I told him about my desire to be able to have sex, in one way or another, with all them seven brothers, of course without telling him about my bet.
Bahram didn't seem surprised, but said, "You really are insatiable! It will be really difficult for you to succeed, especially with Riza and Hussein. I would even say that with Riza it will be absolutely impossible. Just think, even when he was a boy a man never had sex with him, at least as far as I know. With Sadìq and Giamàl you possibly have some chance... but with them too it will be really difficult, believe me."
All three of us discussed the problem. In the end I decided to try with Sadìq next. That one, according to the two brothers, gave himself airs to be a womanizer, but in their opinion it was more boasting than reality. I then remembered my prostitute friends who had helped me that time with Bahram. I explained my plan to the two brothers - Sadìq didn't know me. Talking with him, they had to make him aware that I had a very beautiful wife who was also, possibly, willing. When Sadìq was persuaded, skillfully spurred by his two brothers, almost surely he would try something with that woman he believed to be my wife. And she, after some initial reluctance and hesitancy to make the comedy more believable, would make a date with him.
Then, while they were engaged in full intercourse, I would arrive, kick up a row and threaten to take my revenge by killing him, or at least gelding him. Then, when Sadìq was scared enough I would propose to him, that in order to spare his life, he let me fuck his ass.
The two boys were amused and accepted my plan at once. I then went to the prostitutes' house, explained my plan to the madam and, for a fair sum of money, she willingly let me have the most sensual and beautiful of her girls for a few days. So the girl came to live at my place, passing herself off as my wife. All worked perfectly, Sadìq fell into the net and started to court "my wife". When the woman told me the day and the time of her date with Sadìq, I summoned the witnesses who hid in my home.
Sadìq, informed I was on a journey, came and went upstairs at my place. After a few minutes I "was back" catching them in the act. I kicked up a terrible row, thoroughly scaring the poor Sadìq who, naked and trembling, was looking at me in terror.
Then, my dagger still threateningly aiming at him, I said with a grim look, "You have the choice - I can geld you here on the spot or else, as you wanted to screw my wife, as a punisment I shall screw you. Choose!"
Sadìq, stammering, told me he would do anything I wanted and begged me to spare his life and not to geld him. He declared he would allow me to fuck him like a cheap whore as I better liked.
So I said to the girl, "You, dirty trollop, before you die, look what happens to those who think they can make me cuckhold!" and opened my breeches, made Sadìq kneel and made him suck me for a while. Then ordering him to climb on all fours on the bed, I knelt behind him and went to fiercely impale him. At first I was not able to penetrate him, he was so tight, but at last, with a winning yell on my side and one of pain from the man, I sank into his ass. I mounted him with gusto, continuing to abuse him roundly while he whined in a low voice, until I discharged inside him. When I withdrew, the man remained still, trembling in fear.
"Turn over and suck me for a while, pig!" I ordered.
He readily complied. When he satisfied me for the second time, I made him sit at the table, still naked, gave him a pen and a sheet of paper and ordered him to write a declaration, "I, Sadìq son of Ismail Egbal here declare that I let the merchant Lorenzo Zorzi from Venice fuck my ass, and then I sucked his member and drank his semen, as a punishment for having attempted the honor of his wife. I thank him for having spared my life and not having gelded me as I have deserved." I made him apply his seal on it and finally let him free.
While he was going downstairs in a hurry, the girl started to yell, "For pity sake, no, no, I beseech you, my husband, have pity..." and she carried on yelling until Ibrahim came to tell us that Sadìq had fled fast like the wind.
Calling out the witnesses, I asked them to sign the fourth declaration and, received the eight gold pieces, I paid the girl and sent her back.
"This time, Loernzo, we at least know how you did it. You are really shrewd. But for the moment you have just had back your fifteen gold pieces, you have not yet gained anything. And we think that the most difficult part is coming now."
"Don't worry about me, but rather for your gold. I'm sure that, before the set time elapses, I will manage to have all the gold you have staked."
On the following day Bahram came to see me. He told me that Sadìq was boasting he screwed my wife and that all went smoothly, thus the boy asked me what didn't work. I then showed him the declaration signed by Sadìq. Bahram read it and burst in laughter.
"I would have loved seeing the scene. It's a pity that you didn't want us here. But now, tell me, which of our four asses did you enjoy better?"
"All four, but I could possibly prefer yours, if you were able to give it with more pleasure and participation."
"But you know that I let you fuck me only to be allowed to fuck you, don't you? To be honest, now that Nàdir cannot hear, I can admit to you that I'm not sorry being fucked by you, but I don't feel such a great pleasure either."
"So then, the best for the moment is Nàdir's ass. Why didn't he come, today?"
"Well... I like threesomes but I like making it with you alone better. I feel somewhat ashamed to let my brother notice that I'm starting to enjoy also being taken by a man... But I'm really starting to enjoy doing it with you, who are also very skilled when you fuck... although I still prefer to be the one who fucks."
"Good. Let me undress you, then, and undress me. So it will be more arousing. You will see that I will be able to give you an unforgettable pleasure also while I'm taking your beautiful little ass, so tight and firm..."
I took him to my bed and made love with him using all my skills and art so as to rapidly bring him to such a paroxysm of pleasure as to make him lose all his self-control. I first took him with consummate art, then had him take me. When at last we laid down, exhausted but well satisfied, he was happy.
I asked him, "So, then, what do you think now about love between men?"
"It's really great, I must admit it. And with you it's simply fantastic. I still like women, but I like being taken by you. And of course I like taking you a lot. You are a real artist of sex. But, today I came here to tell you about Giamàl, my brother of twenty-seven. With Nàdir, we discovered that, besides making love with his three wives, at times he enjoys also being sucked by his eunuch Habib. What do you think if we can replace Habib with you for one time?"
I considered it - it could be amusing, but how could I make my witnesses see it? This was a needed condition but, as I didn't tell the boys about my bet, it would be practically impossible to have them at Giamàl's place.
Therefore I answered, "No, I have to find another way to have sex with Giamàl. I have to meet him out of his home. Is that possible that Giamàl has no other weak point? He must have some vices..."
"No, really, he is a very staid and serious person, like also Hussein. Anyway, what he loves best are horses and the only luxury he concedes to himself is going, once a week, at the Great Public Bath to get a good massage..."
"How much does he like horses?"
"Not so much to..."
I interrupted him, "He likes getting a massage, you say? Then possibly... He goes for that at the Great Bath, doesn't he?"
"Yes, but there he finds specialized masseurs, thus..."
"For what you know, does Giamàl ask always for the same masseur?"
"No, I don't think so. All are very skilled in there, one is worth the other..."
"Then I have some hope. Thank you Bahram."
I went at once at the Great Bath, and spoke to the owner, gave him a good present and told him I would have liked learning the massage art by his best masseur. The man, smiling in a sly way, called Raju, an Indian eunuch, and introduced him to me. We immediately clinched the deal. Every day late in the evening when they had fewer clients, I would go to meet him to learn,. We set the price of each lesson. Already at our first lesson I told Raju I wanted to learn mainly the erotic massage, in order to conquer a man. The Indian eunuch smiled and nodded.
Useless to say that each of his lessons ended with a sexual intercourse. Raju was a real artist and soon I learned from him several of his tricks. After a couple of weeks Raju told me that I was already quite good.
Meanwhile, I had also singled out Giamàl in the Great Bath. He was not a handsome man but, I noticed, he had respectable virile attributes and I was already anticipating the pleasure of handling and tasting them. Then I moved on to the second part of my plan. Giving another good present to the owner of the Great Bath, I told him that I wanted to meet some friends there, without being disturbed, therefore I needed to have at my disposal two adjoining massage rooms, but secluded from the others. Of course, he at once thought of a little orgy amongst men.
"Provided you are very, very discreet... it can be done..." he answered with a lustful smile. Then asked, "Do you want also some of the masseurs?"
"No, thank you, I will do the massages... I just don't want us to be seen or disturbed."
"Yes, I see. When will you need the rooms and how many will you be?""
"We will be five or six. I need the rooms for next Thursday, in the evening, after supper time."
"No problem. Come, so I can show you the rooms."
Giamàl was attending the Great Bath every Thursday evening after the supper. Therefore I summoned the witnesses and made them enter one of the two rooms, joined to the other by a door and a window with a grating. I closed the door carefully and pulled the curtain in front of the window, then went to see Raju and, giving him a good tip, asked him that when Giamàl would as usual ask him a masseur, he would bring him to my room. Raju took my money, winked at me and told me not to worry. He arranged that in my room there was all I could need for a massage and left me.
The awaiting seemed me very long. my witnesses were also waiting in silence in the adjoining room. Finally the door of my room opened and Raju, with a bow, introduced Giamàl, "Look here, my lord, our new foreigner masseur I was telling you about. You will see, he is really skilled, you will be satisfied..."
The man entered in silence, pulled off the cloth girding his hips and laid down on the tall platform for the massage.
From the basin full of hot water I took a small crystal phial, poured out a little of the massage lotion and started to spread it, beginning at his wide hairy chest. My hands were slipping all over his body, lingering a little more on the erogenous spots, passing over them with the right pressure, so that gradually the soft penis of Giamàl started to gain consistency, to move slightly, to become gradually bigger, to swell up, until it stood out straight and proud from the thick of his groin hairs. It was a real column, a nice minaret solemnly rising between the twin domes of his testicles.
Moving around the platform and massaging now his belly, now his thighs, my arms were at times casually brushing against that beautiful fleshy column. Giamàl didn't yet react. He had closed his eyes and let me do. I went on for a long time and my hands were each time drawing nearer until, massaging the internal part of his thighs, the back of my hands brushed against the swollen sack of his balls. I don't need to tell you that at this point, I was in my turn incredibly aroused.
The second time I brushed his balls, Giamàl spread his legs a little. Interpreting this as a silent invitation, putting some more of the warm lotion on my hands, I gently passed them between his thighs and balls and lingered a little longer on them. The man didn't react, but his member darted a couple of times. Then, with the palm well open, I also started to massage that nice erect pole, at first only at the root, then for all its length, and at last also on the purple glans.
Giamàl had like a shiver and his breathing became faster. Seizing his member in my whole hand, I started to slowly masturbate him and, bending my head on his lap, I began to pass my tongue on the tip of the shuddering pole. I soon felt his hand on the nape of my neck and he decidedly pushed down my head on his palpitating pole. I opened my lips and took all of it inside my warm mouth, starting to move up and down my head.
For the first time his voice came out, like in a sigh, "Go on, make me enjoy it..."
While my hands started again to titillate all his body, I began to take care of his member with my lips and tongue. Giamàl's hand went to my side and with a sharp jerk made the cloth I had around my hips fall down. Then moved his hand to grope my ass, to caress it, to give it small slaps, until he pushed one of his fingers to tease my hole. I was all a quiver, everything was going even better that I had hoped. His finger, for a while, continued just to tease, to try out me, then he plunged it into me. I moaned and finally engulfed all his tool inside my mouth, making it slip to my throat. Now his finger was penetrating me with a will, fucking my hole fast.
He then turned on a side, making me room on the platform and made me sign to go on it. I then lied at his side, turning my back to him and pushed my ass towards him. With one hand he was aiming with his pole to the goal, and with the other he was lightly slapping my butt. He started to push on my anus with increasing pressure until his big hot and purple glans started to open its way inside me. I felt it sink in with a slow but unstopping movement, while his hand on my belly pulled me against his lap.
When all his tool was inside me, he made me turn on my belly coming on top of me, planted his elbows and knees at my sides and started to give me long, slow and rhythmic strokes. His big pole was annoying me slightly, but not too much, and after a short while the pleasure was so intense that it overcame the pain. My hard penis was compressed between my belly and the soft cloth of the platform so that at each of his strokes it was like being massaged, so increasing my pleasure.
Then his rhythm became faster, his strokes more vigorous and almost suddenly he reached his orgasm. He pushed down a last time with all his vigour, he was tense and still while all his body was racked by strong spasm coinciding with the jets of boiling lava he was pouring inside me. I too came. He laid down, still on top of me for some minutes, slightly panting. Then he slipped to my side, pulling it out of my ass.
Everything happened in the total silence. I left the platform, put back the cloth around my hips, then started again to massage him skillfully, in order to make him relax nicely. My ass was a little sore, as his stake was the biggest I ever took. But I was also satisfied, as anyway it had been agreeble and I had thus earned sixteen more gold pieces thanks to that fuck.
When I stopped massaging him, I asked him in a low voice, with an artfully humble tone, "Is the master satisfied?"
While standing up, Giamàl nodded, groped my ass and said, "Yes, stranger. You've been good." And went out.
Then, I reached my fellows in the adjoining room, and collected my due. Three of the four men went away immediately but the fourth lingered and, when we were alone, told me, "I saw you all the four times... and each time, just seeing your performances aroused me... Feel here how much hard it is still! Why can't we do something, now, you and I?"
Even though I liked that man, I was absolutely not physically attracted to him, he was not at all my type. Therefore I said, "No. I could willingly do something with your son Isfàr,, but not with you, please forgive me."
"I will be better than Giamàl..."
"Yes, but he earned me sixteen gold pieces. If you were young and handsome like your middle son..."
"You really like my son Isfàr?"
"Yes, he is not special, but with him I could willingly do something."
"If I let you fuck my son, do you promise me to let me fuck you later?"
"No. Leave your son alone. I choose my lovers by myself. If you desire having sex with a man, look for somebody else."
"I never felt like doing it with a man, before now, apart from some boys, at times. But seeing you in action aroused me. If you succeed in fucking also with the other brothers, be sure I will never miss the scene."
And it was really so, he was the only one who was present at all seven fucks."
Lorenzo was silent for a while, so Poletto asked him, whispering at his ear, "Master, will you take me how Giamàl did with you?"
"As you like, my boy. But wouldn't you like also doing it as I did it with Bahram?"
Poletto smiled cunningly, "After, sure, after we will do it also in that way. You liked Bahram a lot, didn't you?"
"Yes, very much. And I liked his way to make love. Also because he gradually relaxed and then he really participated with passion even when it was me to take him. But now, enough with this chit-chat. Prepare yourself, my boy, I really need to make love with you, tonight. First in the Giamàl's way, then also in the Bahram's way... Is that all right?"
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 13
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