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 16 - A generous reception
When they got to a group of houses, they asked of a countryman, "Hey, good man, are we already in the lands of the duke of Savoy?"
"Yessirs, here rules the Savoy Duke."
"Could you show us the road to Chambery?"
"You are on it. Just head straight in that direction."
"Could you tell us how long will it take to get there?"
"Well... it depends. A full day, more or less, if your hoses are fresh and rested, if you go to gallop and if you don't stop..."
They were feeling tired. After shortly consulting amongst them, they asked to the man, "Is there a inn, in this village?"
"Yessirs. The Golden Cock, near the church, down there. Do you see the bell-tower? Ask for Moustache, the innkeeper."
They went there and asked for a room. The man, who owed his nickname to a remarkable moustache adorning a small face, told them he had just two beds rooms, therefore one of them had to take a room alone, but had to pay for the two beds, or else to be ready to share the room with another traveller asking for a bed. They asked if it was possible to add a straw mattress in the room, but the innkeeper said that the rooms were too small to host three people. To save some money, they decided than one of them would share his room with another guest.
When one more traveller arrived and asked for a single bed, the innkeeper made them meet. The newcomer was a twenty-six years-old Italian named Sandro. He had worked in Lyon as a painter and was going back to his home town of Ivrea. Roe decided he would share the room with the Italian. They had supper at the same table. Sandro was a likeable fellow and all four talked for a long while, until deciding it was time to go to bed.
While they were undressing, Sandro asked Roe, "Does it bother you if I undress? I always liked to sleep in the nude."
"No, quite the opposite..." Roe answered.
Sandro looked at him slightly surprised, "Quite the opposite? What do you mean?"
"Nothing... nothing special. It's just that I'm used to taking all my clothes off to sleep. It's much healthier and one sleeps more comfortably."
They finished undressing and Sandro said, "You have a beautiful body. I would like to have you as a model for a painting. Even though my specialities are landscapes or altar pieces. Can I take my tablet and do some sketches?"
"Why not? But who knows how many models you had who were more beautiful than me."
"No, not so many."
"Isn't the light too weak? Do you want me to sit nearer to the candle?"
"No, lay on the bed. I'll put the candle on the stool in front of you. Have you ever been told that you that you are really well built?
"Yes, but it's always good being told again."
"Who knows how many girls have already told you that."
"No woman has ever seen me naked."
"Do you mean that you... you have never made love with a girl? How old are you?"
"Twenty-one. No, I never had sex with a girl. I'm not interested in it. And you?"
"I? Yes, I have had sex with a few girls also."
"Also? What do you mean?"
"Also. Not only but also."
"That is... with boys too?"
"Also."
"And... which did you like better?"
"The ones who are more skilled when doing it. Don't move, please."
"He is moving by itself, I can't help it..." Roes said pointing to his budding erection.
"I was not referring to it, slyboots. It doesn't bother me at all he is awakening, on the contrary..."
"Would you like making love with me?"
"I was about to ask you. Up to now have you done it only with men?"
"Yes, and I like it a lot. Women don't arouse me at all."
"Doing it with a man and woman are two different things. Women receive and undergo you. With the man there is competition and it's much more fun. What is more, women are not really skilled giving head, possibly because they can't have any experience of how it feels having it between two lips."
"And they can't slip it inside you..."
"Talking like this is distracting me, and I've got a hard-on. Does it show?"
"Come here, then, so that I can try to care of it."
"I wanted to end this sketch, beforehand."
"You can end it tomorrow morning in the day-light. Come here, come on. Let me take care of your nice hard stick peeping out from your thighs. Stand up and let me see it better... and let me enjoy it."
Sandro put his sheets down, stood up and went towards Roe's bed. The boy seized his member with both hands and pulled it to himself, approaching his lips to it. Sandro quivered and smiled and drew closer to the bed. Roe licked it for some time, then when he felt it was stiff and hard as stone, took it all in his mouth making it slip between his lips and teasing it with his tongue.
"Yes, it's true, a male does it better... and you do it wonderfully. Do you like also taking it on your back?"
Roe nodded without releasing his hold.
Sandro asked, "And putting it in me? Would you like that too?"
Roe nodded again and went with a finger to test the handsome Italian's hole firmness as his finger sank into it.
Sandro pushed his tool deeper in his throat and said, "Yes, I like! I think that this night we will sleep very little... Besides being beautiful, you are also skilled... yes, really!"
Roe enticed him onto the bed with him and started to caress lick and kiss him all over his body. Sandro was reciprocating with the same passion and skill. Then Sandro tried to push it between Roe's buttocks but also Roe tried to take Sandro, so they engaged in a short and playful struggle that aroused both very much. Suddenly Roe surrendered and offered himself to his companion.
While Sandro was assuming the position to take him, he said with a smile, "Later it will be your turn, don't worry. But for now open your little hole wide and be ready to receive me inside you. Here I am. Are you feeling it going in? Do you like it?"
"I certainly feel it! It seems to have grown twice the size... bigger and longer..."
"Yes, if one is good at putting it inside in a pleasant way, it really gives a good feeling. Here I am, Roe, I'm all inside you. Are you enjoying it?"
"So very much! Now move gently... I want to feel it slip for its full length, out and in. So, good, so... Out and in, gently. It's good. You too are skilled Sandro. Kiss me while you fuck me!"
Sandro bent over him and, while going on with his hips work, fucking him, kissed him deeply. Roe's hands were teasing and titillating all his body, skilfully lingering on the more sensitive spots. Sandro started to lose his self-control and began to move in a more uncoordinated way. Feeling that Sandro was nearing his orgasm, Roe started to make his sphincter palpitate and to gently wave his pelvis in a rotating movement.
Sandro shut his eyes, his muscles started to stiffen then spasm, his pushes became more vigorous as they increased erratically. His breath became increasingly laboured. Roe watched as his beautiful face flared up with emotion. The young man's excitement was amplifying his own excitement. Sandro, embracing him tightly against himself, unload inside him. Roe vigorously embraced him caressed his back and sinewy buttocks.
"You are incredible!" Sandro panted with a hoarse voice, "I never enjoyed anything so wild. You really are unique, extraordinary. Thank you, Roe!"
"Thank you? I too enjoyed it but... don't think a thank you can be enough! It's my turn, now."
"Sure. How do you want to take me?"
"As you took me. Let's just swap our positions... You are really good at fucking, it's true, but... just wait until you try me."
Roe kept faith to his promise. Sandro was tossing and writhing under him, victim to a renewed pleasure, all his body shuddering under Roe's strokes, well measured so to give to both of them the maximum pleasure. Sandro got a new erection and started to masturbate himself while Roe continued hammering him at a steady rhythm.
"Do you like how I'm fucking you, Sandro?"
"You're a wizard!"
"Would you prefer a woman here with you now?"
"Surely not! Absolutely not! I like being fucked, but you... you are making me enjoy it more than ever. You really know how to do it! You are a fantastic boy, Roe!"
"I had a remarkable master. I like you; you excite me very much. I like how you're shuddering under me. I like how you are smiling. You are virile as I like, a real man, and you are so tight..."
"How good, Roe! Do you want to stay with me?"
"Will you give up all the women?"
"For you? Of course I will! It would be a dream having you in my bed every night! God, you are going to make me have another orgasm... I like fucking you... I like the way you are fucking me..."
Shortly they came almost in unison, moaning and groaning from the intensity of the pleasure that was wrapping them, permeating them, flowing from their bodies. They remained entwined for a while, tenderly caressing each other and gradually relaxing.
Then Sandro asked, "Would you remain with me?"
"Yes, but let's fall asleep now..."
"Yes, but I didn't mean only tonight. Also tomorrow, and the days after tomorrow, and forever."
"Are you really ready to renounce women for me?"
"Yes, I told you."
"While making love, one says so many things. Tomorrow everything will seem you different."
"I see. I will ask you again tomorrow, then."
"I am with my two friends... I don't want to leave them. We are planning to start an actors' company, a strolling players' wagon, together, and to tour all Savoy."
"Couldn't I come with you?"
"I don't know. Maybe yes, but I have to talk with my friends."
"Roe... now that I found you, I don't want to lose you. Would you like it if I stayed with you?"
"Yes, I think I would, even though we don't as yet really know each other. You are likeable, handsome, and I like how you make love."
"And I like how you do it... I'm feeling the desire to start again..."
"No, let's sleep now, please. Tomorrow we will talk about it again, if you don't change your mind. A last kiss, then we have to sleep... No, no, stop it! Just a kiss, I said! Night, my beautiful male!"
"Night, Roe. You bewitched me. Don't get mad at me if tonight I wake you up. I don't know if I will be able to control myself through this night long."
"Try to resist and to sleep. I really need a good rest. Night, Sandro."
When he woke up in the following morning, Sandro already was up, naked, sitting on the stool, with some sheets on his legs, drawing him.
"Well, good morrow, Roe. Did you see that I let you sleep?"
"Yes, thank you. Have you been up for long?"
"Rather... time to sketch five drawings. May I now come back to bed with you?"
"No, let's dress now and see if my friends are already up."
"Are your two friends lovers?"
"Yes, with some separation in between, for seven years."
"Seven years? They are lucky fellows!"
"Let's dress now, come on."
"Will you tell them we had sex?"
"Sure, we always tell each other everything."
"Have you already had sex with them?"
"Quite often. Vance has been my real first man, in the sense that he has been the one who taught me to make love."
"Judging from the pupil, I should say he has been a really good teacher."
"Would you like better him than me? Or possibly Lionel?"
"No, I think you are not only skilled, but also wonderful. Your two friends seem likeable and handsome, but I have decided that I like you better. You really are my type, in all the fullest meanings."
They went downstairs and found Lionel and Vance already sitting at a table waiting for them.
Vance greeted them and said, "I was about to come upstairs to wake you up, Roe. Did you have a good sleep?"
"Very good, thank you. And you?"
"Good."
As he sat at the table, Sandro said, with a mix of outspokenness and embarrassment, "I need to talk with you... Last night Roe and I... well... we made love. This boy fascinates me, and..."
"You too are a man lover?" Vance asked interrupting him, amused at that thought.
"Up to now I went with men and women without distinction, but I never happened to meet somebody like Roe, my word. Now that I met him , I don't want to lose him. I asked him to remain with me, but he said he doesn't want to part from you. So, well, I wanted to ask you if you would accept me joining you. I am a painter but I can learn to become an actor. I can paint the scenes. I am specialised in landscapes, you know... Would you accept me?"
"Don't you have a family?" Lionel asked.
"I was going back to my father. He's also is a painter. But he can very well do without me, and I have no other ties."
"Let's see what Roe has to say, then. I think he is at the heart of this matter." Vance said.
"I... I think that we should first come to know each other better, but... but I like Sandro very much. I would be glad if he could join us and see if things go well. I would like to try."
"Alright, let's try, then. We are going to Chambery where we have to try to earn some more money, because we are not sure that what we have is enough to have a wagon built, to make the costumes and so on. Come with us. At worst we can save the money to have the scenes painted, thanks to you. But you will have to adapt yourself. The actor's life is not always comfortable nor agreeable, but it's somehow amusing."
"I've... I've some money with me, that I earned working in Lyon. It's not a big sum, but not either a small one. I would willingly put it in a common fund for the initial expenses, if you take me with you."
"Very good, Sandro. If you don't fit well wit us or we with you, with our first earnings we could give you back the money you put in this enterprise. Is it alright? Do you all agree?"
They assented, mainly Roe and Sandro.
Then Vance, carefully looking at Sandro, said, "There is another point... I don't know if Roe has already told you. See, we actors at times supplement our earnings going to the bed of some rich gentleman or merchant who appreciates our services. The one of us who is required, just goes. This is not a duty, but this is a custom, a tradition for we actors. Generally the youngest ones are the most required, but at times adult men like you. Would you accept this aspect of our life?"
"I don't know. I possibly could if the one who requires this kind of service is not too bad. I would like it better to earn my living just on stage and for Roe, I would prefer if it were the same..."
"All of us, with the exception with some particularly beautiful man, would rather earn out living just on the stage, but this is not always sufficient. It could happen that at times we need to accept these kind of requests, and amongst us there should not be any preference or privilege. Who has to do it must do it and the money is always put into common. I want this to be made clear to you Sandro, before you take your engagement with us."
"I understand. It's fine with me, I will give it a try. I'm too keen not to lose Roe. You are the company's leader, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am the lead-actor, as we say. We will need a couple of more youthful actors, and we will then have enough. Well. We will now ask for a meal, then we will leave. Do you have a horse, Sandro?"
"Yes, my horse is in the stable. Thank you for allowing me to join you."
They left for Chambery and upon arrival, they asked for Marquis de Bresse's mansion. When they found it, Lionel gave the letter to a servant and they waited on the porch. Soon, the servant came back and told them to leave their horses to the stable boy, who would take care of them, then took them to the mansion's hall. The Marquis was a man on his forties, slightly plump and with an open and likeable expression.
"Who amongst you is Lord Lionel O'Neil? Ah, you. Welcome to you and your companions, even though the letter tells you were just three, not four people... but take a seat, please."
"Yes, sir the Marquis, a new companion joined us along the road. You know our intention to start a strolling players' company..."
"Yes, there is a line about that on the letter and there it also written you had to run away from Burgundy because of your love for the manly graces. I have read that your tastes correspond to mine. This obviously, makes of you an especially welcomed group. Of course provided that we care for the due discretion. How can I make myself useful to you? The count asks me to give you a hand, and I will willingly do all I can for you."
"As we told you, we would like to earn a living touring with a strolling players' wagon. We therefore need to find who can build our wagon to our requirements. We need to have our costumes made, and to find books from where to get ideas from the plots to create our plays. Meanwhile we need to find a way to live without spending too much of our money or, even better, starting to earn some more. If you could give us your advice on these various points, we would be really grateful."
"At the end of this mansion's park there is a small house, which is disused at present, where my gamekeeper lived with his family. Seeing that you don't have your wagon made, you can live there without spending a single coin, except for the food you will buy and cook. That small house has an independent entrance. About your wagon, we have here in Chambery a really skilled carriage-maker to whom I can introduce you. He usually builds farmer's carts or coaches. I don't think he has ever made a theatrical wagon in all his life, but if you explain to him in detail what you need, I'm confident he will do it to your satisfaction. About the costumes, I know a good tailor who can find the right clothes at honest prices. About the books, I have a good library and you can freely consult. What more? Ah, and if in the meantime you want to start to earn some money, we can work out something to accommodate that purpose."
"You are really kind and generous, Sir. How can we accommodate you for the trouble you are so generously providing? If you desired something from one of us..." Vance said with a cunning smile.
The Marquis smiled at his turn, "I can't deny that you offer is tempting to me, but I already have a secret lover who barely suffers the fact that I have, once in a while, to fulfil my conjugal duty with my wife. Woe betide if I should land my eyes on another man! I can just ask you, when you have one of your plays ready, you will perform your first show here at my mansion, for my family and my guests. You will so return my help."
"We will do so without any doubt, and we hope not to disappoint you."
"Good. If you would please follow me, I will show you that small house and give you its keys. It could need a thorough cleaning, but you will find there all you need to live in it - beds, pans, tables and chairs, trunks and closets. If I remember well, there are just two beds, but wide ones. I don't think this would be a problem for you, am I wrong?"
"For the moment two beds will be more than enough, you are not at all wrong." Lionel answered with a smile.
They settled there. The house had two floors. At the upper one there were two bedrooms and a charming small open porch. At the lower floor there was a kitchen and a wide room. Vance and Lionel took one of the bedrooms and Sandro and Roe the other one. They decided to have their meals in the kitchen and to use the side room as a workshop.
They bought all they needed to grind and make the pigments, to make the brushes, and the right kind of cloth onto which to paint the scenes, so that Sandro could start his work. Then they went to meet the cart-maker and explained to him in detail how he had to make their wagon. Finally the tailor went to see them to reach an agreement about the costumes.
The days were passing, Sandro was painting in the big room, Lionel was reading book upon book, taking notes and writing down the plays' plots. Vance followed the cart-maker's work and Roe looked after the house doing the shopping, cooking and tidying up. All was proceeding well and they were happy.
Sandro was fitting in very well with them, and they with him. His relationship with Roe was becoming stronger, and not only in bed. Lionel also got the feeling that they were gradually falling in love with each other. One night Vance proposed to Lionel that they go, all naked, to the other room for a night of foursome sex, but Lionel discouraged him.
"I would like making love with Sandro, I never had the occasion... and I would also like having Roe again in my arms. Wouldn't you?" Vance insisted.
"Yes, I am feeling a little like that too, but if they desired to do it, they would already have done so, especially Roe who is used to it. I have the clear feeling that they prefer being alone. If we went to their room, they may not dare refuse us. Please, Vance... you know that I always accede to all you desires, but this time..."
"You may be right, Lionel. You know me inside out, don't you? This time I will do as you say. You are glad having me all to you, confess it..."
"I am always happy being yours, you well know, and I am the happiest man in the world when you too are happy. And this even more so when I perceive that the cause of your happiness is me."
"You are so sweet, Lionel. I feel grateful to our Roe who made it possible for us to be together again. Come here, my handsome boy, kiss me, and do so that I can't regret not being in the other room making love with them. I well know that you can do it..."
"I will do my best, Vance... Here I am."
Lionel really did his best. Vance didn't regret renouncing his whim at all. They made love for a long time, alternating moments of burning passion with others of longing tenderness, hour after hour. When they finally fell asleep, Vance was happily worn out and totally appeased, and Lionel fully sated. All too soon, the cock sang a welcome to the dawn but neither of the two heard it. Their handsome naked bodies, still tenderly embracing, were kissed by the first rays of the Spring sun gaily seeping through the window.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 17
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