THE STROLLING PLAYERS by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008 written on June 3, 1992 translated by the author English text kindly revised by The Australian
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"THE STROLLING PLAYERS" 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 - Vance fights at the Irishmen side
Vance was introduced to Lionel's brothers. He already knew John, the elder brother and the Clan chieftain; thirty-years old, married and with four children. There was then Conn; twenty-seven, he too married with two children. Then Shane; twenty-thee year old, married and with three children, and last Huh; twenty-two, married he too but still without children. The most beautiful of the five brothers was without any doubt Lionel, and the most likeable was Conn.
Vance came to know that several of the O'Neil ancestors had been Ard Righ that is supreme rulers of Ireland. But the present Ard Righ was an O'Connell, and between the O'Neil and the O'Connell there was bad blood, as the O'Neil accused him to be too weak and conniving with the English.
John was playing his cards and moving his pawns to become the new Ard Righ. There in the South his Clan was still powerful enough and had a rather large following between the population. He was quite often engaged in military skirmish against the English as well against the O'Connell. Thus Vance for the first time in his life, found himself to fight. This and the fact that he was learning the Irish customs and the language, made him more and more appreciated in the Clan.
He at times managed to make love with Lionel in secret, even though less often that they would have liked. Moreover the brothers were putting an increasing pressure on Lionel to make him marry.
They were in Ireland for about a year. Vance had settled well, he also took part to about twenty war actions and had become a rather skilled combatant. Also his physical build felt the effect of that, becoming stronger and hardened. Just two things were a burden to him - he missed the theatre, and was able to make love with Lionel too seldom for his needs. The few times they managed to be alone without rising suspicions, they abandoned themselves to the delight of the mutual enjoyment for hours. Lionel, who was now twenty-years old, was becoming more and more beautiful and was making love with Vance with great passion and total devotion.
But Vance was starting to more and more often look around in the hope he could find some agreeable adventure. That people really seemed not only to never talk sex, but not even hint at it or let seep out if they could be in some ways interested in it. Moreover the scanty clues he could detect were always and only referring to sex between a man and a woman. Thus Vance, even if at times he was feeling strongly attracted to one of those men, he never dared to do the lesser step to try to have any adventure, even the smaller one. Therefore he desired more and more having one. If he could at least make love with Lionel as it happened when they were prisoner in the Tower of London, that would have been surely less of a burden.
A day they had to organize an ambush to a column of the O'Connell who had to pass through the Carrantuohill Mountains to go from Killarney to Kenmare. They decided to sent there about one hundred men who had to take by surprise their enemies on the road; they would scatter and hide along a stretch of the road that was sunken in a gorge. The expedition was a success. After the ambush surprise they engaged battle and routed the entire adversaries group, killing all the armed men. They had on the contrary only nine dead and eleven wounded men.
They were gathering the weapons and healing their wounded men when Vance, with the corner of his eye, noticed a movement in the nearby bushes. He looked around thinking to get the attention of his arm comrades, but saw he was the only one in that point. So, being careful not to raise the lesser noise, he decided to draw nearer to check what was there. He had almost reached the bushes when a figure dashed out and ran headlong. He seemed the to be young. He was nimble but Vance vas gradually reducing their distance. Then the young man stumbled and Vance was on him. They shortly fought, in silence, until Vance got the winning hand and, keeping the youth at his wrists and weighting on him with all his body, managed to immobilize him.
Two eyes wide with fear, of a pure aquamarine blue colour, looked at him and with a trembling and breathless voice, the youth begged, "Don't kill me, I beseech you... don't kill me."
"But you are just a boy! How old are you?"
"Sixteen, sir."
Vance felt pity for that frail and scared boy. But being on top of him in that way, he also felt another, agreeable sensation - desire. The boy was beautiful and Vance got aroused.
"Why should I not kill you? You're enemy."
"I'm not an O'Connell, I am an O'Brien... They forced me to follow them, I didn't want..."
"Who tells me you aren't just lying to escape your destiny?"
"Sir, spare my life and I'll be your faithful servant. I swear on Saint Patrick and on all the saints of Ireland."
"What's your name, boy?"
"O'Brien, as I told you."
"The surname?"
"Roe. Roe O'Brien."
Vance for a moment felt tempted to undress that boy and to take him there, amidst the trees, but held back.
Going on to keep him immobilized under his body, he said, "I will now tie you and take you to the others. We will decide then what to do of you."
"If you speak in my favour they will not kill me, Sire. I entreat you..."
"But why should I speak in your favour? I don't know you. I should have a valid reason to do such a thing."
The boy looked in his eyes and in a low voice said, "If you take me as your servant... you could do anything you desire of me... and I would know how to make you pleased with me..."
"What do you know about how to please me?"
"I can feel you desire me. I can feel your virile power between your legs, pushing against me..."
"It's only for the excitation of the fight..."
"Also my father's brother looked at me with your same expression when he wanted my body, sir."
"Did you have sex with your uncle?"
"Quite often, sir. And if you like, you can take me even now. Nobody can see us here, nobody would get to know about it. And I would willingly cooperate, you are a really handsome young man."
"Do you think you can entice me, move me to pity with such speeches?"
"No, sir. But this is the only thing I can give you for your protection. And I can feel you would be pleased."
Vance tied him, then went away from him and made him stand up. He looked at the boy - he undoubtedly liked him, felt attracted to him.
He then said, "If I now fuck you, then kill you?"
"I am in your hands, sir. But I would rather you use your hands on me to do something different than to kill me."
"But tell me, did you enjoy having sex with your uncle?"
"It was... really agreeable."
"Did you ever do it with a woman?"
"No, never, sir. And I will never do it - I don't like women. But if I remained with my family they would for sure force me to marry. If on the contrary you took me as your servant, I can avoid that. Why don't you put me to test, sir? I'm skilled, you will see."
"I will now take you to my comrades, then we will decide what to do with you. We will see."
"Will you talk in my favour?"
"I will try, but I can't grant you anything."
They went back to the road. Shane and Lionel were already looking for him. As Lionel saw him, his expression brightened.
"I was afraid you have been killed or wounded, and on the contrary, here you are coming even with a prisoner!"
"He's just a little boy. What can we do of him?"
Shane looked at the boy, then said, "He's an O'Connell. He could be useful as a hostage."
"No, he said he is an O'Brien."
"An O'Brien? What was he doing with the O'Connell?"
"I was an hostage of the O'Connell, sir."
Shane did him a severe interrogatory, then concluded, "I don't think he is telling lies. An O'Brien is absolutely of any use for us. We can also cut his head."
"As he is my prisoner, may I keep him as my servant?" Vance then asked.
"If you like... you can do with him what you want." Lionel quietly answered, then added, "Anyway I would not kill him, he is jus a boy involved in spite of his wishes in things bigger than him. He is just a kid."
Shane retorted, "But you at his age were already fighting with the Clan and you were worth three adult men."
"That's true, and I was made prisoner. Keep him, Vance, he's yours."
The boy had listened in silence. When the two other were far, Vance said to him, "Good, you've heard. I will now untie you, but if you try to escape me, I don't grant you that I, or another of our men will not kill you. So it's not convenient for you."
"I know very well, sir. And you have anyway my word. I'm yours, I owe you my life and I will serve you faithfully. You will be glad keeping me with you, don't have any doubt on it."
"Are you so self-confident, boy?"
"No, sir. I only know that I will do my best to please you in all the ways."
Vance untied him and, reached the glade where they had tied their horses, took them all on the road. They loaded on them their dead, the wounded and the weapons, and took the way back. Roe was on Vance's horse, on the saddle before him. When they reached Clonakilty the boy helped to take down from the horses the dead and the wounded men, and make himself useful in a thousand ways, but always keeping an eye on Vance, ready to each lesser sign.
When they went in the fortress-house, Vance made the boy take off the O'Brien brown kilt and, as he could not wear the green one of the O'Neil, made him wear a light blue one like the one he was wearing. So it would be clear for everybody that the boy belonged to him.
Vance asked Conn where he could make Roe sleep.
"He's you personal servant, therefore in your room. Ask to add a straw mattress at the end of your bed. This is the custom."
Vance secretly smiled, thinking that this was a convenient custom. In fact also Lionel's servant was sleeping in his room, and this was one of the reasons why they never could make love in the house. Only the servants of married men were sleeping in their master's adjoining rooms, and the house-servants slept all together in two wide dormitories, one for the men and the other for the women.
Already that same evening, when time came to go to bed, Vance said to Roe, "Lock the door with the bolt and let's go to bed."
The boy obeyed and was about lying down on his straw mattress on the floor. But Vance, sitting on his bed, said, "Undress completely and come here near me with the lamp. I want to see how you're built."
Roe readily obeyed. Vance looked at him, then fingered his genitals, provoking him at once a showy erection.
"You're well built for a sixteen-years old boy. Let's see what are you able to do to make me not regret I took you with me."
Roe laid the lamp on a stool near the bed, raised the kilt that Vance was still wearing, knelled between his legs and licked his member until it was well hard. He then took it between his lips and made it all slip inside his mouth. Vance untied the kilt and put it out, then started to caress the nape and the back of the boy. He also bared his chest, seized the boy under his armpits and pulled him upwards to him, embraced him tightly and kissed him on his mouth. Roe at once returned the kiss, raised his hands on Vance's chest and gently brushed his nipples.
Then Vance lowered a hand between the boy's buttocks and teased his hole, searching it with his fingers. He felt it at once palpitate in answer. Vance stood up, raised bodily the boy and laid him on his bed, on his back, then he too went on the bed, between the boy's legs. The boy readily raised them and, after wetting with his saliva the little hole, pulled the legs on his chest so offering himself for the penetration. Vance sank in him with a few good strokes then, putting his hands at the sides of the boy's shoulders and making leverage on his knees, started to move in a fast rhythm his pelvis impaling so the boy with well directed strokes.
Roe then went to caress and to finger his chest, sides, back and the firm buttocks, so increasing the agreeable feelings and the pleasure of Vance, who was going on fucking him with determined strokes, spying on the boy's face his expression of increasing pleasure. Roe was lightly panting and biting his lower lip, was passing the tongue on his lips, prey to a stronger and stronger pleasure. Vance started to ride him with faster and harder strokes, and he liked seeing under himself the fresh boy's body. Roe started to make his hole palpitate around Vance's pole, so skilfully increasing the pleasure of that vigorous penetration.
Finally Vance unloaded in the welcoming and hot little arse of the boy, giving frenzied, disordered pushes then let himself go on his body. He then felt Roe's hard member, closed between their bellies, throb and spurt his entire load. They remained still for a while, panting both heavily.
Then, his voice still a little hoarse for the orgasm he just reached, Roe said, "Are you pleased, sir?"
"Yes, I enjoyed you, Roe. You are a nice little male, and a very skilled one. And are you satisfied?"
"I'm lucky I fell under you there in the woods... and also here and now."
"Up to now, you had sex only with that uncle?"
"Yes, for three years he has been my secret lover. Until he handed me over to the O'Connell."
"Are you missing your uncle?"
"Not now that I've found you."
"You started having sex when you were thirteen, then. How did it happen?"
"I was already aware I like men. So, each time the occasion arose, I always tried to look at them while they were undressing or anyway uncovering themselves. I noticed one day that the wooden wall separating my bedroom from hat of that uncle, there was a tiny hole from which I could spy him while he was going to bed, so I usually spied on him every evening. And I saw that at times he beat his meat, and looking at that aroused me. So I decided to widen that hole with the tip of a knife to see him better. In a moment when I thought he was not in his room, I went to my room to widen the hole.
"I didn't realize, on the contrary, that he really was in his bedroom. I didn't see him because he was sitting against the wall where was the hole. I started to enlarge the hole and he became aware of that, but said nothing and remained there, in silence and still. He a once understood why I was enlarging that hole. So that same night, when he went in his room, he raised his kilt and started to beat it, sitting towards the hole and I was really happy and didn't suspect anything. Then he lowered his kilt, stood up and moved aside in a part of the room where I couldn't see him.
"I thought he was just undressing and went on waiting, my eye glued to the hole, waiting he came again in view, naked. But he, bare fee to not make any noise, came to my room and caught me there, spying. I felt like dying, as you can well imagine!
"But he just slipped his hand under my kilt and touched my thing that was already softening for the fear, and told me in a very low voice, not to be overheard by the others who were sleeping in the nearby rooms, that he wanted to do it with me. So he took my hand putting it under his kilt, on his still hard tool. It was the first time I could touch one besides mine, and I liked it. It was big, warm, hard, and filled my hand. I also liked feeling his hand on my thing, and it at once raised again its head. He then told me that it was better to stop. Because somebody could come and it would be dangerous. He proposed me to go hunting with him the day after so we could do it in peace.
"So we went to hunt and as soon as we were alone he taught me to make love, and told me it was already a while he was looking at me because he liked way more boys than women, and I was growing up very well... But you, sir, how did you begin? Would you please tell me?"
Vance narrated him his own story.
At the end Roe asked him, stupefied, "But then you are the secret lover of Lord Lionel O'Neil?"
"Yes, but here it is almost impossible to withdraw to make love."
"Oh, I perfectly understand you. Also for my uncle and me it was so. Very seldom we had all the time we would have liked. Quite often we had to do it in hurry and hiding, and at times days were passing without we could d it, and I swear that it was heavy. But now, with you, we can do it every night if you desire doing it."
"Would you like doing it every night?"
"I would like doing it again even now, if you feel like. I'm feeling ready again."
"Well, then, give me head and who knows that I feel again like doing it."
They started again making love. They both were soon excited. This time their union was more tender, calm and gentle while giving pleasure to each other. When the finally were again satisfied and contented, Vance wanted to fall asleep embraced to the naked, fresh and firm boy's body.
When in the morning Vance woke up, Roe was still deep in his sleep but between his legs had a sound erection. Vance lowered to suck it until the boy awakened, and they started to make love again. This time Vance had Roe lying on his side and took him from behind with a slow and long penetration full of tenderness.
At the end the boy said, "With you it's three times better than with my uncle. But you, sire, are you happy with me?"
"I'm happy, yes, I like you a lot."
"But you're missing Lord Lionel, aren't you?"
"Well, of course. But thanks to you I'm feeling a little less how much I miss him."
"Don't you think he could be jealous?"
"It's enough he doesn't come to know about us, isn't it?" Vance answered.
"It would surely be not me to tell him, sir. Is he good at making love, Lord Lionel?"
"Yes, I like doing it with him so very much!"
They dressed and went to the communal hall. Lionel drew near Vance and said, "I had an idea. Why don't we go to the seashore, you and I alone? There we can take a boat and go to hide in one of the many small coves towards Galley Head... We can bathe and finally make love, sheltered from inquisitive glances."
"Yes, let's go. The idea tempts me very much. Are you sure that in that place nobody can see us?"
"I'm sure. I often went there when I was a kid and desired to be alone for a while. Not a living soul ever passes there."
They left on their horses then took a boat, rowed to a narrow inlet bending in a sharp curve between the low rocks. At its end there was a grassy shore circled by rocks and bushes. The sun, not strong but high on the sky, was heating the air enough. They undressed laughing and playing then dove in the clear waters. They wallowed for a while splashing each other, then enlaced in a playful wrestle until the contact between their naked bodies aroused their desire. Then, standing on the hollow water near the shore, they embraced and kissed making their bodies adhere even more and brushing their erection one against the other.
"I missed you, Vance."
"I'm here. I want to feel you inside me, Lionel. Take me!"
"Here in the water?"
"Why not? So also the waves will caress our bodies... It will be even more enjoyable."
Vance turned and placing his hands on his knees, pushed back his pelvis so offering himself to his friend. Lionel drew his erect member, under the water surface, to penetrate his friend who welcomed him with a deep pleasure sigh. The waves were lightly caressing Lionel's waist and the bent chest of Vance, who shuddered prey to an intense pleasure.
"Oh, Lionel, do you like fucking me?"
"Yes, my love, as much as being taken by you. I love sucking you until I can become drunk with your essence. I like being in your mouth until I can give you my tribute... I love everything, with you. How much did I miss you in these days!"
They made love for a long time, as the water was exalting their sensations but also slowing down the response times. After Lionel unloaded into his friend, Vance led him to the waterline and had him lying down so that the waves could gently lap against his body. He lay on top of him and took him with slow passionate lunges, kissing him and muttering him sweet words. When he finally came, he kept still inside him, all tense and shuddering in his orgasm spasms. They then went up the gentle slope and lay on the grass under the sun, lightly caressing each other's bodies.
"Why don't we go away, just you and I, in some place where we can make love when we want, day or night, without having to worry about the others?"
"I cannot desert my Clan, Vance. Surely not in a fights moment like this one."
"I'm afraid you will be on fights forever."
"Anyway a place like you say doesn't exist. We will always have problems."
"On the contrary it exists. It's a strolling actors' wagon. There one can make love any time he likes, even if the companions are aware of it."
"Are you missing the actor's life?"
"Yes, I'm missing it."
"Aren't you happy with me?"
"Of course I'm happy. But I will be a lot more if you and I could enjoy each other in peace each time we desire it."
"All these night I had to relieve myself alone, thinking of you, dreaming of you. Thinking that your beautiful naked body was lying not so far from mine, but unreachable. I would like being at Roe's place, to show you my love night after night... after night."
"Would you like being my servant?" Vance asked, somewhat amazed.
"Why not, if I could enjoy you and make you enjoy me."
"So, then, why don't we leave together?" Vance sweetly insisted.
"I cannot, as I explained you. It would be like betraying my Clan. I really cannot, unhappily."
"Seeing you every day and being able to touch you just so seldom... it's a real torture. I'm regretting the prison, in some moments, as there at least I could make love with you every day."
"My poor Vance... I'm sorry."
"Not enough, it seems."
"Are you upset with me?"
"No."
"Show it to me, then."
Vance sat up then knelt astride his friend's naked chest, his knees under Lionel's armpits. He rose with a hand Lionel's head and showed at his lips his nice member, erect again. Lionel smiles and opened his mouth, welcoming it with a pleasure moan. Vance gently moved his pelvis back and forth while Lionel was caressing with a hand his hollow and tense belly and with the other insistently teased him between the firm and darting buttocks.
A light breeze caressed the two youth men's bodies that were going on, forgetful of everything and everyone, plunged in a sea of pleasure and voluptuousness.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 11
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