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 11 - A separation and an encounter
Months were elapsing amidst battles, skirmishes and ambushes, amidst hunting, parties and meetings. One more Spring was drawing to its end and Summer was already heralding itself. Vance, at that point well inserted in the Clan, managed to have rare intimacy moments with Lionel, but relieved himself almost every night with his servant Roe. The boy was getting more and more devoted to Vance and at that point he was more and more often going to the battle fields at the O'Neil side.
But Vance was feeling increasingly restless. He more and more often was cherishing the idea to try to organize an actors company and to tour Ireland. Only the thought he would so lose Lionel, of whom he was anyway very fond, restrained him.
In a period when Lionel with his brothers was at the Kilcoman castle for a meeting between the clans hostile to the English, a morning Vance decided to go up to Inishannon Lake together with Roe. He had found there a secluded spot where thy could enjoy the sun all-naked and also to make love. He didn't yet ever made it with Roe in the full of the day, amidst the nature, and thought that the boy would appreciate the novelty. He said to his hosts they were going to fish and left on their horses.
As they got there, they tied the horses reins to a branch, and went on to a small glade near the lake shore.
Vance said to the boy, "Let's get naked, come on!"
"Are we going to bathe, master?"
"No, making love."
"Here? So? Now? What a wonderful idea!" he boy enthusiast yelled.
They were soon naked and at once enlaced on the fresh grass of the meadow, embracing tight. They rolled on it kissing and caressing each other, care-free, exciting each other in a kind of amorous game, until Roe stopped.
He looked at Vance, "Take me, master. I'm dying for the desire to feel you inside me."
"Well, you have to convince me to do it, my boy!" Vance jokingly answered.
Roe giggled and sat on his lap. He started to brush his arse against the already turgid member of his master.
"Take me, come on... You can feel how much my little arse is full of desire... Make me feel how much strong and valiant you are, shove it all inside me."
They went on in that way for a while, until Vance seized him by the waist, raised him and made him land on the grass on all four, knelled at his back and with gusto penetrated him. Both moaned prey of pleasure and the excitation of one of them was just exalting the other one's. Roe was tossing under the impetuous strokes of the young man, increasing so his pleasure. Vance's strong hands were massaging the boy's member, brushing his small and firm nipples, teasing Roe's most sensitive spots, throwing him into raptures.
Roe, something out of instinct and something out of art, had learned to control his orgasms in order to come at the same time with Vance, as he had discovered that doing so he was giving a greater pleasure to both of them. When they finally came, they both shouted aloud all their enjoyment in a kind of long liberating moan.
Strongly panting, they parted to soon unite again in an embrace and in long passionate kisses. Their bodies gradually relaxed and a kind of sweet languor took over in them.
"Let's go to fish, now." Vance proposed.
"Yes, but let's stay naked. Let's enjoy this freedom!"
After they fished for some time, chatting and jesting, they broiled the fish and ate it. Then they resumed fishing.
Meanwhile Lionel came back to Clonakilty before he had planned. When he heard that Vance was gone fishing with his servant, he decided to go and look for him to end the day in his company. While he was riding towards the lake, he thought they could send the servant back home and so be alone and make love. Running along the lakeside he reached the place where the two had tied their horsed, that he recognised. He tied there also his horse and went through the trees towards the shore. He soon heard their voices.
When he finally saw them, he was about calling but stopped. At first because he saw that both were naked, then also because, drawing nearer, he saw that both had conspicuous erections and were touching each other. He then hid amongst the bushes not to be seen by them.
"If you go on touching me so, Roe, you make me want to fuck you again."
"Don't you like to? I would like, because it is way better doing it here tan just in night time on your bed."
"Do you mean that you don't like when we do it on my bed?"
"No way! You very well know how much I enjoy it. It's just that here is better!"
"Hey, Roe, do you know how a knight is invested?"
"Yes, sure. The Ard Righ makes him knell in front of him then he leans his sword first on a shoulder, then on the other, then on his head. Why are you asking me, master?"
"Because if you now knell in front of me, I'll invest you knight."
"But... and the sword?"
"Here it is!" Vance laughed brandishing his hard member.
"I knell immediately, my lord! Make me knight of your flesh sword. But don't lean it on my shoulders or head, please..."
"No? Where, then?"
"Shove it first in my mouth, then in my arse, my sovereign!"
"As you ask. Let's start the rite, then..."
While assisting to their sexual union, Lionel was trembling from head to toe and burning tears were running down his cheeks. His Vance, then, had found a substitute to him, and as it seemed, already for a long time. He wanted to run away but something was keeping him nailed there, looking how his Vance was enjoying that boy.
He so saw his lover taking between his hands Roe's head and slipping in the boy's mouth. He saw the servant starting to suck it with evident excitation. The boy's tongue was going up and down the throbbing pole, then the lips lustily closed on the object of his desire, that disappeared entirely inside the boy's greedy mouth. He saw Vance getting close to his orgasm limit, he saw him quiver in that way he so well knew. Then Roe let it slip out of his mouth and turned, offering his small buttocks to that stake glossy with saliva.
He saw Vance seize the shoulders of the boy who pushed back his small arse and a hand to drive that hard and hot meat spear inside him. He saw Vance starting to push and heard the pleasure moans of both of them. The penetration was long and tender, they were both shuddering at the unison and finally they melted in a long and trembling set of strong contractions.
Lionel gave like a sob. He then saw Vance making his servant turn, take him in his arms and ardently kiss him on the mouth. Then, finally, Lionel was able to stand up, return to his horse and go back towards home.
Vance and Roe, unawares of having being seen, were playing with their tongues, gently brushing their chests and bellies one on the other, tenderly caressing while their members were slowly softening.
"Making love with you, master, is always a very beautiful experience, do you know?"
"I too like you very much, Roe. That day when I captured you, I at once felt the desire to take you, you know it."
"Yes, I know, I felt your excitation and I was almost hoping you did it at once, there in the woods."
"Wouldn't you have tried to run away as soon as I loosened my hold on you to free my tool from my breeches?"
"No. I perceived the desire in your eyes and felt at once conquered, subjugated by you, I felt I was yours. Usually, in an enemy's eyes one read thirst for blood. In your eyes, on the contrary, I read an evident thirst for... for me."
"Are you still seeing in me one of your enemies?"
"No. Already in that moment there in the woods, and even more during the first night you had sex with me," he said then added jokingly, "and also just before when you made me your knight with your beautiful meat sword... you are now my king, my personal Ard Righ!"
Vance then asked him in a playfully solemn tone, "Knight Roe, do you take the oath of eternal allegiance?"
"I swear, king Vance!"
"Do you take the full obeisance oath?"
"I swear, my king!"
"Do you swear you will always give me pleasure?"
"With all my body, my valiant sovereign!"
"Do you swear to put your sword at my service?"
"I swear, my Lord!" the boy said taking his member in his hands, "Here it is, do with it as you please. My sword belongs to you!"
"Roe... do you know that I'm feeling like sucking you and being sucked by you?"
"Let's lay again on the grass... I too want it, I'm thirsty for your white liqueur."
They united again, once more filled with desire, until they felt melting one into the other's mouth in their third, more than agreeable orgasm. The sun was setting. So, finally sated, they wore their clothes, took up the basket full of fishes, went to take their horses and went down to the house-fortress of the O'Neil.
When they were there, Vance was informed by the house people that meanwhile Lionel came back. He asked where he was and they said that, being tired for the journey, he went to his room for a rest. So Vance at once went to his friend's room. He knocked but didn't get an answer. Thinking that his friend was asleep, he pushed the door and silently went in.
Lionel was on his belly on the bed, still wearing his travel clothes. Vance went near the bed and sat on its edge. Lightly caressing his friend's nape of the neck, he gently called him in a low voice.
"What do you want?" Lionel's chocked voice asked.
"It's me, Vance. I'm glad you are already back. How are you? Are you tired?"
"Let me in peace!"
"What's up? Are you upset?"
"I've good reasons."
"What for? Something went wrongly at the clans meeting? Tell me..."
Lionel turned and looked at him, and Vance felt almost scared by his friend's glance - there were hardness, rage, desperation and tears in it.
"What's up, Lionel? What happened?"
"How long is it that are you amusing with Roe?"
"Why? What?"
"I saw you up there at the lake, naked making love. You can't deny it, I saw everything!"
Vance felt like a sudden burst of heat break out inside his head, then a light dizziness.
Then, in a low voice, he said, "I can't deny it, sure. It's since Roe is with me, in my room that I have sex with him. I needed it, can you understand? You and I can do it so seldom..."
"And possibly, while doing it, you were laughing at my back, weren't you?"
"No, never! I love you, Lionel; I really love you. I need you, I told you plenty of times. But to you, your clan has always been more important than me. I can understand you, I don't blame you, I demand you nothing. And I stayed here only for you. But Roe gave me that physical contact that you could or would not or were not able to give me, but that I needed."
"I thought you loved me."
"But I love you, Lionel... I really love you."
"I too need you, but I didn't look for others. I too need you, but refused the occasion when I got them... what an idiot I am!"
"No. You are possibly different from me. Or possibly, I think, your clan was enough for you. I'm not reproaching you, I can understand you, I accept you... But you should possibly try to understand, to accept me, don't you think?"
"And accept that, while I'm here alone and thinking of you, while I desire you without having you with me, you are enjoying yourself, just two rooms farther, with that boy? No, thank you. I love you Vance. But you have to make your choice - either him or me."
"If you just accepted to come away with me, I would have no doubts, I would choose you."
"You know very well that I cannot."
"Then... then you are forcing me to choose him. I am sorry. I will go away with Roe as soon as possible. I'm sorry, Lionel, I'm really sorry."
"Save those suitable to the occasion words. You weren't at all sorry today at the lake to amuse yourself with that boy."
"I hoped you could understand, but... Then, goodbye, Lionel. I wish you all the good, especially the good that I'm possibly not able to give you. Goodbye."
Vance went to his room and called Roe.
"Boy, gather all my belongings and make my luggage. I don't know if this evening or tomorrow morning, we are leaving this place."
"Where are we going?"
"I don't still know. Now hurry up to have everything ready. I have to take my leave of the O'Neil family."
Vance went to look for John and when he met him, told him his intention to leave.
He had prepared a pretext, so told him, "I have been really well here with you and I consider you almost like my family... But I'm an actor, not a warrior, and I need to go around, to travel, to perform my plays. This life here is not for me. I therefore ask you leave, ask you to let me go and take with me my servant Roe."
John looked at him surprised, "You are one of us, now. What happened? Did any of our men lack in respect towards you?"
"No, no. It's already for a while that I was thinking to leave, but I tried to resist, I would have liked being able to stay with you who received me so kindly and to whom, I will never forget it, I owe my freedom. You all have been marvellous with me. I will never be able to repay you, I don't know how to thank you. But I decided to leave."
"Well, you seem determined. But here at our place everything is always done all together. I will therefore gather now the family, you will tell them your decision and your reasons. You will surely not leave this house like a thief in the night, but like a clan member who is taking a different road."
John made sound the assembly and soon all were in the communal hall. Only Lionel was missing.
"Go and call Lionel!" John ordered.
Vance intervened, "I think he is really tired and he needs some rest. I already went to greet him..."
"He's not more tired than us. Moreover he introduced you amongst us, therefore he can't logically be absent now."
A little later Lionel came, looked with a neutral expression Vance and sat near his brothers and his mother. Vance could only admire Lionel's self-control and thought he would have been a great actor.
John invited Vance to say what he had to. Vance repeated what he had just said to John. Several voices arose protesting, inviting him to sty. But Vance, after thanking them, repeated that he had taken his decision.
Also Lionel at one point intervened and said, "If you stay here, as you heard, all they will be glad."
Vance noticed that he said "all they" and not "we all". If he said this it would possibly have undermined his determination...
So he answered, "I can't do anything different, Lionel, you know it. I already talked about it with you... more than once."
Conn then said, "Vance, we respect your decision and your desire, and we will rather help you to realize it. You will need money to start, you will have to find companions, have a wagon built, prepare scenes and costumes, plays... Therefore for the first times you will not earn the needed to live. We will therefore help you, as we are used to do. Moreover you fought with us, for us, for our cause, and you did it valiantly and skilfully. You see, working as a strolling player, if you want, if you feel like... you could be again useful to the cause, possibly even more than up to now."
"I thank you for the help you are offering me. But I can't see how an actor can be useful to your cause. If anyway I can really be useful to you, you can count on me - I owe it to you."
Conn then exposed his idea - touring also in the parts in the hands of the English or of the clans allied with them, he could gather information, he could spy, carry messages... Vance carefully listened, thought about it, asked questions.
At the end he said, "I accept. I will do it willingly."
Shane said, "You will run some risks, doing it."
"I ran bigger risks in the battle fields at your side, but I never stepped back. I will for sure not step back now."
A chorus of hurrah! welcomed his words. John declared the end of the meeting, than made Vance sit at the table with his brothers and they started to discuss the plans. John asked him to stay a few more days but Vance, with the pretext he had to start at once looking for the craftsmen who could make his special wagon, for the scenes and the costumes, to find suitable tests for the plays, said he would rather start his journey the following morning.
John then offered him a first sum of money, and with the other brothers he gave him advice about where he could find the best craftsmen who could do what he needed. After a while Lionel excused himself and went back to his room. Later they ate supper then also Vance withdrew to his room.
Roe asked him, "How came this sudden decision, master? You aren't going to kid me..."
"I'll tell you tomorrow, along the road. Tomorrow morning we will take the two horses that John gave me and we will leave. Let's go and sleep, now."
Roe looked at him and said, "This night it will be better if I go to sleep on my straw mattress, am I right?"
"Why do you ask me?"
"Because I see that you aren't in the right mood to make love, this night."
"You can possibly be right..."
The following morning, loaded their horses, they greeted everybody and left. Lionel didn't show up.
Along the road Vance told Roe the real reason for their departure, and the fact that Lionel saw them having sex, therefore asked him to make a choice.
"And you choose me? And yet... and yet I know you are really attached to Lord Lionel. I'm just your servant, he is your lover."
"I thought he was. But you now, if you want, will no more be my servant, but my plays companion... and my lover."
"Staying with you? Performing with you? Of course I want, what a question! But will I be able to perform as an actor?"
"You will learn, yes, you will; and I will teach you. But we also need to find other actors, we two alone we can do very little. And if you have to be my companion, my assistant and my lover, from now on you will never again call me master or sir, is that clear?"
"It's clear, Vance. We will succeed, I'm sure. Moreover, that spying job waiting for us, excites and fascinates me."
"I thought it was me to excite and fascinate you, sir knight."
"Of course, your majesty, you are the one arousing me, never doubt it!" the boy merrily answered.
They went to Cork. There they found a very skilled carpenter and Vance explained him in detail how a strolling actors' wagon had to be built, and the man assured him he could do it. Then, always in Cork, he also found a painter who accepted to paint the first needed and basic sceneries. He last toured to find the clothes for the costumes, going also to Fermoy and to Lismore. He ordered the clothes and asked to send them to Cork at the inn where he stopped, whose innkeeper was a man tied to the O'Neil Clan.
While they were going back from Lismore, just after crossing Tallow, they crossed two young and badly dressed wayfarers. The two moved aside to let pass the two horses, who were proceeding at pace. Vance went on throwing them just an inattentive glance, when one of the two youths exclaimed, "Friar George!"
At first Vance didn't pay attention and was about passing on, but then stopped his horse and turned back to look at the one who called him. Their eyes met and at once Vance went off his horse.
He went towards that young man exclaiming, "But you... you're friar Timothy! What are you doing here on the road with these clothes? Aren't you at the convent?"
"I ran away... But you, instead?"
"In a sense, I too ran away. What a surprise... what a pleasure... but why did you run away from the convent?"
Timothy looked towards Roe, then asked, "Does he understand English?"
"I don't know, I don't think so. But you can also freely speak in Irish, if you want."
"Abut... anything? You know what I'm referring to, don't you?"
Vance laughed, "Of course, he his my boy."
"Ah... good." Timothy said with a smile and started to narrate.
He reached the convent and there, at least at the beginning, he was quite comfortable. But he was increasingly missing the possibility to have sex with a man, and the more time was passing, the more he was missing it. He could resist, by hook or by crook, for some months. Then a day, about one year before then, while he was touring to collect the alms, he went in the enclosure of a farm whose owner was usually rather generous with the convent's friars. He went around to find somebody of the family, but it seemed that there was nobody. He thought that they all could possibly by on their fields to work and was about leaving when he heard a noise coming from inside the house. He then went near and peeped by one of the windows.
The younger son of the farmer, Rupert, who was at that time fourteen, that is the boy who was with him on the road, was lying on his straw mattress, his breeches lowered to his ankles, and while he was masturbating himself with a hand, he was pushing a finger of the other in his arse, moaning and groaning, his eyes shut. Timothy looked at him, fascinated and like dazzled. Rupert was a really handsome boy, and even though the fact he was masturbating didn't mean so much, that finger shoved in his little arse, tossing and waving in and out, didn't leave him any doubt that the boy was dreaming to be with a male.
Timothy didn't reflect, didn't think so much. He let on the ground the basked he used to gather the alms, climbed on the windowsill and jumped inside the room. Rupert heard a noise and opened his eyes. As he was the young friar, he became still like a stone statue, a hand still on his tool, the finger still in his arse. He looked in terror to Timothy drawing near him. He saw him untie his cord and thought that the friar was going to flog him.
But then saw him taking off his cowl and looked at him amazed, still without understanding. Timothy then took off also his breeches and cot, and without saying a word, went to knell on the mattress. Rupert's eyes were wide open, staring to the young friar's erect and hard member. Timothy moved away the boy's hand and replaced his finger with his hot and hard meat peg, sank in the boy's hot channel without difficulty and stared to fuck him.
When they both had reached their orgasm, Rupert asked him, "Friar Timothy, you are not going to tell my father, are you?"
"Of course not. But you... this is not the first time you take it in this nice little arse, I'm wrong?"
"No, friar Timothy."
"Who does usually fuck you?"
"My two older brothers, the two who are not yet married. When they are horny they fuck me."
"And you like taking it in your arse, don't you?"
"Yes, it's so..."
"Do you like also putting it in an arse?"
"I never could try it..."
"Wouldn't you like to try?"
"I think I would."
"Then now put it in my arse - for months I dreamed of it!"
"Now I can't, it's not possible, this is the third time today that I come. But... a next time, possibly?"
So Timothy started to have sex with Rupert, with a mutual great satisfaction. When they could manage to withdraw, they enjoyed each other for a good time. But a day, about two months before, they were caught by Rupert's brothers while they were having sex. The young men thrashed both of them then, as their father went back home and they told him, the man also made things worse and also chased away Rupert. He then went hurriedly to the convent to report friar Timothy. The two boys then decided to run away together. Rupert stole at his home some clothes for Timothy who threw away his cowl, wore an old hat to hide his tonsure until his hair grew again, and the two together took to their heels.
During those two months they wandered here and there and survived begging and pilfering food, sleeping in the fields or in the woods, and making love every night. And they were now on that road, wandering aimlessly.
Vance then told them his story. He explained Timothy he never had been a friar, and that his true name was Vance. He then offered the two boys to unite to him to become strolling actors. The two boys accepted enthusiastically.
Vance rode with them on their horses and all together went to Cork. Along the road they talked some more. While they were riding, Timothy was pushing back his arse, until he got Vance aroused, and he enjoyed its pressure against him.
"Do you still like my little arse?" Timothy asked him in a low voice.
"Yes, but aren't you now with Rupert?"
"We aren't married, are we? I would willingly do it again with you. All long these months I often thought of you, do you know?"
"We will have occasions I think. But now stop yours manoeuvres, or else I will fuck you here on my horse."
"It could be amusing!" Timothy answered laughing with gusto.
Roe drew nearer with his horse and asked, "What could be amusing?"
"Nothing special." Vance answered.
But t the same time Timothy said, "If Vance fucked me now while riding."
Rupert, with a cunning smile said, "If Roe goes on touching me there with his hands, in a short while I'll come in my breeches!"
Roe blushed becoming red like embers, but Vance smiled, "As rightly Timothy was saying, we are not married, Roe. If we feel like doing it, we should do it without problems, this is the actors' life. But now it could be better we stop teasing each other or else, as Rupert said, we risk coming in our breeches and when we get to Cork everybody would jeer at us."
They went on travelling laughing and joking. When they were in Cork, Vance asked the innkeeper to add two straw mattresses in their room, paying for them, asked to prepare a tub with warm water to made the two newcomers wash themselves, and sent Roe to purchase some clean clothes for them. Then with scissors he shortened Timothy's hair, trying to trim it at the same level with the hair that grew in the tonsure. And finally offered them a good meal.
When at night they withdrew in their room, after locking the door with the bolt, without even having talked about that, all four undressed and started a foursome. The most unbridled was the shy Rupert, who was happily fluttering from a member to the other pleasing them with his hands, mouth and arse, without the lesser restraint. Roe at the beginning was the most reserved of them, but soon he too started to compete with Rupert.
Before all four were sated, they united in all possible combinations, coming several times. But when they finally decided to sleep, Roe went to Vance's bed and cuddled against him, while Rupert and Timothy lied down embraced on the other bed. The two added straw mattresses remained unused on the floor.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 12
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