THE SECRET MEMORIES OF LORD MORIESSON By Andrej Koymasky © 2010 Written on July 27, 2002 Translated by the Author English text kindly revised by Brian
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"THE SECRET MEMORIES OF LORD MORIESSON" 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 15 - How my brother in law fell into my arms
Jennyfer, Stephen and their two daughters came to spend three weeks in Cardiff, in my residence. Steve was then twenty-nine years old, and his usual countryman aspect (no, I should rather say the aspect of a "country gentleman") and, amongst all us brothers in law, seemed to fit particularly well with me, possibly because I didn't look down on him as he was of the lesser aristocracyÉ In his own way Steve was likeable. His aspect somewhat awkward and na•ve, hid in reality a man with a heart of gold, honest andÉ well built, and that was not a lesser asset.
In the past, at times, it happened to me to have some thoughts about my brother in lawÉ But he was a really virile he-man, manly from head to toe and, for some hints I got, really hot when he was in intimacy with my sisterÉ I am almost certain he knew about my preferences on the sexual field, but he never made it weigh on me, never said anything about it. Nobody in my family ever made it weigh on me - they accepted me for what I am. I had simply not to talk about itÉ
In those days Steve and I were often going hunting, fishing, and took long ridesÉ all in all in a certain way I too had become a country gentleman, although I was devoting myself to industry. This could have been one of the reasons why we were fitting so well together.
That day we went on my boat to the estuary to hunt ducks - we promised Jennyfer and the daughters a special meal. Weather was rather cold, therefore we had brought to the hut near the wharf some blankets and a basket of provisions. We placed the nets for the fowling and, with the boat we were going to check if we already got some prey and if everything was in order. Steve was rowing. The sun was about to set. We intended to spend the night in the hut and we would be back to the mansion the day after, in the early afternoon.
All of a sudden Steve did a really strong sneeze and the oars slipped away from his hands, with a jolt. They so slipped out of the pins and fell into the water. The boat was moving away from them, so Steve leaned out to take them and, before I had time to tell him to be careful, he lost his balance and fell in the water. I instinctively burst into laughter.
But when he surfaced, he yelled, with a flushed face, "Willy! I'm not able to swim, help me!"
Without reflecting I dived, seized him putting an arm around his back under his armpits, and swam back to the boat, hoisting him into it. He was panting, scared. I dived again, as I was anyway already soaked, and retrieved the oars. I went back onto the boat. Steve was pale and he was doing nothing but excuse himself.
I laughed again, "Don't worry it is just a bathe out of season." I said and started to row.
While rowing I didn't feel the cold too much, but I was aware that Steve was violently trembling. The sun had already set and the reddened shy was darkening. I rowed towards the hut. I moored, we landed and went in the hut. I would have liked to light a fire, but we didn't have the necessary - I surely didn't foresee such an eventuality.
"Steve, we have better to take off our clothes before we catch a disease, and wrap ourselves with the blankets. We will wring out our clothes and hang them, hoping they will get dry before tomorrow morningÉ or at least bearable. We can have some food and hit the sack." I said to him while I was bustling with the flintlock to light the lantern.
"Yes, all right." he said, or rather he moaned.
After I lit the lantern, I undressed in my turn. I was naked and was wrapping one of the blankets around myself, when I noticed he was still wearing his soaked long underpants.
"Take them off too, Steve, or you will really get sick!" I said him.
He nodded, turned his back to me, took them off, wrung them out, hung them on the beam as I did, then wrapped himself in the other blanket and sat on the edge of the bed.
I meanwhile opened the basket and took out some food and the wine, "Drink this wine, it will warm you up." I said giving him the amphora.
He nodded and drank some sips. We ate.
He excused himself again for all the problems he created. I told him not to mind - an accident can happen to anybody. We ate with good appetite, drank more wine, than laid down on the bed, settling to sleep.
"May I put out the lantern, Steve?" I asked, looking at him.
"Yes. Thank you forÉ everything."
"What about? Come on, don't make a tragedy of a little mishap!" I said and put out the lantern.
For some time it seemed as if we were in the blackest darkness, but then the moonlight seeping in through the window started to give back the outline of objects. I thought back to Steve undressing - not to show me his genitals, he offered me the agreeable vision of a really nice and small arseÉ I didn't get aroused before looking at it, but I was now recalling itÉ I looked towards him - he was curled up in his blanket, and was visibly trembling.
I shut my eyes and tried to sleep. In the silence of the night I heard the rattling of his teeth. I instead was feeling, if not yet warm, at least comfortable.
"Are you sleeping, Steve?" I asked him with a low voice.
"NoÉ not yetÉ"
"Why?"
"I'm dying with coldÉ I am not able to warm myself up."
"Would you like to drink some wine?"
"No, I already drank more of it than I am used toÉ"
"I wouldn't like you to fall illÉ"
"I hope I will notÉ My God what cold!"
I was about to make a proposal, but hesitatedÉ then said to myself - hell! And decided myself, "Steve, I was thinking that it would be better, because of your condition, if we slept together - I got warm enough, and with both blankets wrapped around us, I think I can make your body warm up again."
"I was about to ask youÉ"
"Good. Come here, then." I said.
He got off our bed, took off the blanket from around him, I also opened my blanket, he lay at my side, and we wrapped ourselves in both the blankets. Our bodies were tightly close. And I, already half aroused from the thoughts I had just before, became at once fully aroused. His body was icy, but I liked feeling it against mine. The fact was that now he couldn't help but be aware of my erection. I decided that it was better to take the bull by the hornsÉ so to say.
"Sorry, Steve, but I can't help itÉ you know my tastesÉ and you are a handsome manÉ"
He giggled, "Don't worry, I can understand how you feel. I am sorry I can do nothing for youÉ You understand me, don't you?"
"Of courseÉ" I answered, grateful he didn't care about my embarrassing condition.
Then he added, in a whisper, "Good grief, WillyÉ you have a real strong hard-onÉ"
"Eh!" I answered with a light sigh.
"Do I have such an effect on you?" he asked me in an amused tone.
"So it seemsÉ"
We kept silent for some time. He was still trembling but less than before.
"Come closer to me. Anyway you have caught me red-handedÉ" I said him. He pushed more against me. I wrapped him with my arms and legs, "So I will warm you up more." I said.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" he asked with a giggle, but let me keep holding him in that way.
Our faces were almost touching. And I was now terribly excited.
We kept silent for a long time. He gradually stopped trembling, and relaxed. His breath became regular. But now it was me who was not able to fall asleep.
I don't know how much time elapsed. Without reflecting, my hand on his back started to lightly caress him, almost without moving. And soon after I felt his erection push against me! I held back my breathÉ Was he awake? Was he aware? My other hand was on his side. I made it slowly glide over his hip, very slowly. Steve didn't move, he didn't react. I was understanding nothing more - I just knew I had a naked man in my arms, against me, and that we both were aroused.
My hand, almost with its own will, went down to his groin and leaned on his hard penis. It was of a really good size! I asked myself if my sister had problems taking it inside herself - apparently not, as they already had had two children. Steve was not reacting to my intimate touch. I caressed his flesh horn, then went down to finger his testicles, firm and of a good size them too - nature had been generous with him! I then moved my hand up, seized his hard rod and started to gently masturbate him.
"OhÉ" he moaned with a low voice, and it was clearly a pleasure moan.
His arm girdled my back and caressed me lightly. I didn't believe my luck - my brother in law, a really handsome, virile male, was letting me masturbate him and showed he appreciated it! I opened my eyes and looked at him. He too had his eyes opened and was looking at me. I had the impression he was smilingÉ I then raised my head just a little and moved it towards his face, until my lips lightly brushed against his lips.
His hand on my back went up to the nape of my neck and pulled my head to him. His lips opened and his tongue tested my mouth. I opened it and we kissed, at first almost shyly, then more daringly, and finally deeply! Good lord, wasn't he good at kissing!
I went on top of him - I had lost any residual self-control. I wanted him, I had to make him mine, I will take him! I had only to make him not desire to escape me. I had to make him so aroused to make him desire it. I knew it was possible, I knew I was able to do it. I had only not to scare himÉ But possibly, I said to myself, it wouldn't be so difficultÉ he could possibly have a secret leaning for menÉ he possibly always desired to do it but he never daredÉ Or he simply needed some good sexÉ
I busied myself. I caressed, kissed, and teased him using all my experience and all my skills. When I went down to gently bite his nipples he had a violent jolt.
With a raucous voice he moaned, "Oh yes, William!"
Good, he just gave me free way! I went on in my pleasure trip, gradually building up his orgasm, which I would make him yearn for.
When I licked his testicles, and then his beautiful rod, hard like granite, he trembled from head to toe.
"OoohhhÉ oh, WillyÉ ooohhhÉ" he moaned and his hands seized my hair, with energy.
I licked the head of his rod, and sucked it for some time and he, moaning non stop, arched his pelvis upwards to penetrate my mouth better. I went again down to lick his testicles. He spread his legs to give me more room, as I hoped. I licked under his sack, making my way towards his anus. As I guessed, he was incredibly sensitive also in that area. Almost all men are so.
"Yes, Willy, yes!" he moaned.
I pushed his strong thighs against his chest and he let me do it.
I pushed my nose between his buttocks and felt a light and really agreeable musky scent - he was very clean there also. And when I teased his hidden hole with my tongue, he jolted and his hands that were still on my head, pushed it more strongly against himself.
"MoreÉ" he begged with an increasingly raucous voice.
With a hand I caressed his turgid genitals, with a finger of the other hand I rimmed the sphincter that I was going on licking and teasing with the tip of my tongue. My fingers stated to open its way inside it - he was very tightÉ
"MoreÉ" he beseeched with a voice that didn't even seem his usual voice.
I worked his hole for a long time, keeping his excitation to very high levels, and each time he tried to masturbate himself, I moved his hand away.
"Please, make me comeÉ" he implored, with a hot voice.
"Let me do it, trust meÉ" I said.
Now two of my fingers were moving in and out of his hot channel, quite surely still virgin. He tossed, he pushed against me, he panted. He seemed to have become crazy. His hands in my hair pulled giving me almost pain. I tried with a third fingerÉ he received them moaning and whining with a low and hot voice.
"Oh, Willy! Oh, Willy!" he panted.
"Yes?"
"Oh, Willy, Willy!"
"Tell meÉ" I whispered.
"MoreÉ"
"Do you want it?"
"YesÉ"
"All of it?"
"YesÉ"
"Tell me what do you want me to do!"
"Fuuuuck meeee!" he yelled.
He was ready. I complied without the least problem, rather really happy to do it. I leaned on top of him and deeply kissed him.
I then whispered, "Guide it inside you!"
His hand for the first time leaned on my rod, seized it, and guided it to the target. I pushed. I sank inside him with only one powerful push, to the root of my rod, totally inside. He emitted a loud pain moan but I went down and kissed him again, keeping my pelvis still. He returned my kiss almost wildly, sucking my tongue, and his arms embraced me tightly.
I started to move my pelvis and he moaned.
I parted my mouth from his and asked in a whisper, "Does it hurt, Steve?"
"YesÉ but fuck me!"
I started to slip in and out of him, with caution.
"Harder!" he said.
I accelerated my pushes and my belly was brushing against his pole, that didn't soften even a little, not even for a moment.
"Harder!" he begged.
I then took him with all my vigour and my strokes were so strong that I had to keep him steady at his shoulders so that he didn't slip away at each of my lunges.
"Break my cherry, William, make me come so!"
"Yes!"
"Fill me!"
"Yes!"
All of a sudden he came between our bellies, almost violently, and he seemed to never stop to spurt out. The pulsations of his orgasm made his flesh ring contract and relax several times around my rod, almost as if it was milking it, and finally I too reached my orgasm just before his own subsided.
We both went limp with a raucous sigh and I slowly pulled out of him. Steve sighed again. I tucked the blankets around our sweating bodies that were now more than hot. Steve curled against me. I heard his breath slowly go back to normality, and soon after change into the slow and regular rhythm of sleep. I too soon fell asleep, sated and amazed by that unforeseen, wild, and so agreeable ride of my so virile brother in law!
The following morning, when I woke up, he was still half embraced to me. His eyes were open, had a serious expression, and were looking at me. I felt that there were some problems.
"Good morning, Steve." I said.
"Good morning to youÉ" he said in a formal tone.
"How are you?"
"I wouldÉ I would like not to talk aboutÉ it."
"Ah. As you please."
"And that it doesn't happen any more."
"I understand." I said, nodding.
"No, you can't understand." he said in a bitter tone.
I looked at him somewhat amazed, "So, then, make me understandÉ" I said and thought that he would swear that he was absolutely not interested in men, that it was the fault of the wineÉ in short, the usual speeches of the morning after.
"I never cheated on my wife, on your sisterÉ"
"It was my faultÉ" I said, magnanimously, to put his conscience at rest.
I was not new to these moods of the morning after.
"No, William. It was MY faultÉ I could easily have stopped youÉ I didn't want to. At firstÉ I was sincerely curious. Then I was enjoying it too much. I was weak. I should not have done this to my wife!"
Oh! His problem then was not having done it with a man, but simply to have done it! This was new to me.
"But she will never get to know about it, don't worry; and a moment of weakness can happen to anybodyÉ"
"But I know about it. I would anyway like that we will never again talk about it."
"As you like." I answered.
I got up. I asked myself how would this change our relationship. He would surely avoid me. He would feel ashamed, to say the least, with me. Mainly because I knew that he liked it, that he enjoyed it very muchÉ
I couldn't be more wrong. He soon was back the same as always, serene, joyful, kindÉ But not as if nothing had happened. We never talked about it again, we never hinted to it, we never alluded to it. And yet I could feel that towards me he was nowÉ closer, more sensitive, more friendlyÉ careful. Therefore inside himself he wasn't accusing me, he wasn't accusing himself. It just happened, he needed it, I answered to his need (but wasn't it I who aroused that need, voluntarily?) - now there was between us an intimacy that before we didn't have.
In some ways, I think, he was grateful to me; not only for having answered to his need of that night, but rather as afterwards I never tried to take advantage of it, or just to remind him of it. We both knew about it, and that was all. We were just sharing a common secret.
I don't know if I have correctly interpreted Steve's reaction to that crazy but so agreeable night. I would have liked to talk about it with him, to better understand. But I respected his decision and his request. And I was glad anyway that inside himself he had settled that experience.
In March 1688 Sean fell ill. He had a high fever and, of course, Margarita was really worried. I took my horse and went downtown to call a doctor. The doctor, sir Richard Granville, was a tall and lean forty year old man. He at once followed me to Breckenfield Hall, on his horse. He went into Sean's bedroom and I followed him. He sent out Margareta, but he said nothing to me, thus I remained in the room of my good Sean.
My friend had lost consciousness. The doctor undressed him, carefully visited him feeling different parts of his body, covered him again, then opened his handbag, took out a small bottle of brown glass.
"Give him ten drops of this preparation in a glass of water three times per day, in the morning, at half afternoon and at the evening late. Can you order a brazier to be brought here?"
"Certainly. I will personally take care of all. Will he heal, doctor? What does he have?" I asked him very worried.
"In my opinion it is a fever due to sand flies; it should vanish in about three daysÉ"
"Without consequences?"
"Without any consequence, besides some weakness that will disappear in a few days."
Unawares, without thinking, I caressed Sean's cheek, praying in my heart that the doctor was right.
We went out of the room and I told Margarita, who was waiting outside in pain, not to worry, that I would take care of her husband and that he would soon be totally healed.
I went downstairs with the doctor, lead him to my library and counted the coins to pay his intervention.
He said, "You really care very much for that servant, Lord MoriessonÉ"
"Yes, he is very dear to me, he has been in my service since I was a young man and he followed me on all my journeys and movements."
"YesÉ I noticed you were looking at him with much affection, you caressed him with much tendernessÉ" he said looking in my eyes with his clear eyes.
"AhÉ you noticedÉ" I echoed him.
"It is unusual that a master feels so affectionate towards one of his servantsÉ and also that a man has such tenderness towards another manÉ Unusual, but also really beautiful, in my opinion." he added, continuing to look into my eyes.
"Sir GranvilleÉ what are you trying to tell me, with your words?" I asked him, guessing the reason for it, but wanting to be certain.
"Nothing wrong, I can assure you, on the contrary. I was really pleased seeing how you showed him your affection. Often we men are unable to show affection, or to reveal other of our sentiments. I think it is the fault of our basically puritan education."
"I totally agreeÉ" I said.
"I also noticed, while I was visiting your servant, how you were caressing his body with your eyesÉ In my profession I have the possibility to see many naked bodies, of young or old men, handsome and uglyÉ more often old and ugly men, because of my work. A beautiful body is a real work of art, worthy of our admiration, I thinkÉ And I guess that, as it happens also to me, that you would have liked to explore it also with your hands, instead of with your eyesÉ Am I wrong?"
"You, at least, with the pretext of carrying out your visits, can concede yourself that luxuryÉ" I then said to him feeling increasingly sure about where he was aiming with his speech.
"Yes, it is trueÉ even though it happens less often than I could desire. And if I could do it on a healthy body, my pleasure would increase even more, Lord MoriessonÉ"
"Why don't you call me just William, doctor?" I then said.
"If you call me just RichardÉ" he said stretching out a hand to take the coins that I put on the table top.
I then leaned a hand on his and, always looking in his eyes, I said, "Don't you think I too could need to be carefully visited by you?"
"I can surely not shirk my duty, William. Would you please lead me where I can visit you at full ease?"
I took him upstairs, and led him to my room.
"Undress, please, and lie on your bed." he said in such a professional tone that I asked myself if I weren't totally wrong.
I anyway complied, bared myself totally and lay on my bed. My penis was starting to slowly raise its head. Richard drew near the bed and started to palpate me with measured and professional gestures, as just before he did with Sean. But then, finally, his hand leaned on my penis and felt it.
Looking in my eyes, he said with a smile, "Here I can feel something particularÉ I have to deepen my visit, William."
"Do it, prayÉ" I said with a smile full of expectation.
He bent over me and, keeping my rod erect with his hand, he put it on his lips and teased it with the tip of his tongue. My rod darted and hardened in his hand.
"Is it something serious, doctor?" I then asked him.
"I'm afraid it is, William. I have to carefully take care of itÉ very carefullyÉ it will take us some time, I am afraidÉ"
"Put yourself at ease, then, get comfortable, and start your treatment, doctorÉ"
He was soon naked, laid on my bed, and we enlaced in a passionate sex play. Then Richard made me lie on my belly, came on top of me and aimed with his hard rod between my buttocks.
"I understand what illness afflicts you, and I have the right care ready - I will give you a special enema and you will see that you will soon feel better!"
"Carry on your duty, doctor!" I told him.
He lowered on me, pierced me with his hose, and tossed on me until he poured inside me his miraculous potion.
He then withdrew from me, "And nowÉ you should pay my fee, WilliamÉ" he said with a winning smile.
He laid on his belly and stretched open his buttocks, "Put your payment in my safeÉ" he invited me.
I complied and paid him back, so to say, with the same money.
When we were dressed again, Richard said, "You are healed now, William! But I wouldn't like you to have new relapses. It would be better if once in a while I come to visit you again, and in case of need, I give you this treatment again."
"Certainly yes. Anyway, I have to congratulate you for your miraculous treatments. But now, seriously, tell me - do you really think that Sean will soon heal and without consequences?"
"Is he your lover?"
"Unhappily not, although I would have liked if it were so. Between us there has never been anything. I anyway nourish a strong affection towards him. So, then, what can you tell me?"
"I am almost certain that my diagnosis is correct. Don't worry, William, your servant will soon be healthy and strong again. I already had the chance to see and treat his symptoms, therefore I am rather sure it is only the bite of a sand fly - unhappily in this area there are many. Anyway, if his fever doesn't ease within three days, come to call me again."
Thank heaven the doctor's diagnosis proved to be correct, after three days the fever disappeared and a week later Sean was again on his feet, strong and sound like before, and resumed his service.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 16
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