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 7 - Steps on the love lane
Having to "conquer" a man was, to Vance a totally new and exciting experience. He usually got to the point with just a short verbal skirmish and at times even without it. Just a glance, a touch and it was sex at once.
With Lionel, it was different. It was a long, sweet, light journey made of almost imperceptible steps that came and developed almost spontaneously. Notwithstanding, Vance was feeling well on fire with his physical desire, but he didn't have difficulty in controlling it, checking it, restraining it. This may have come from the fact that Lionel had so totally entrusted himself to Vance, or perhaps from the fact that for the first time he could feel that what he was feeling was for the first time not just desire but also love. Vance was able to wait.
At the beginning, when they were alone, it was only smiling at each other in a special way, simply a light brushing of their hands lingering a little more than usual, being close to each other conscious of the physical presence of the other. Then they started to stay longer and longer, hand in hand or an arm around the other's shoulders or waist. Then came the first shy kisses, light, with a slight quiver, on a hand, a check, on the forehead, on the eyelids... and finally on the lips. Their kisses gradually were coloured with intimacy, their lips started to disclose a little more passion, their embraces became mutual and tighter.
They started to feel their companion's body shudder during the embrace and the kisses little by little became more intimate and longer. Their hands freed themselves from the embrace to caress, at first the nape and the neck, then the back, the sides, and with each advance their bodies would shudder with greater intensity. They were feeling a growing, agreeable warmth. Their bodies became more entwined, searching for each other. Their tongues started to gently play with the other, then to explore the other's mouth.
This gradual learning to feel each other, went on for several days until, for the first time, each of the two boys, during their embrace, felt a throbbing against their bodies, his companion's erection. When this first happened, Vance saw Lionel brightening in a wide and sincere smile. They looked in each other eyes.
Lionel murmured, "I can feel you... I can feel you... it's good. This is the sign of your desire, isn't it?"
"Yes, surely, and I can feel yours."
"Has this waiting been a burden for you? Have all these days weighed heavy on you my love?"
"No, not at all. Are we progressing too fast?"
"No, everything is happening as if were a dream, a beautiful dream. I'm discovering the pleasure of desiring you, to know I am desired. I'm beginning to dream of the moment when my body will be totally yours and your body will offer itself to me... I'm discovering a new, unknown, fascinating world..."
"It is the same for me."
"For you? But you already have much experience..."
"What will come later is surely so, but for now, I have never felt the beauty of this so slow, so sweet, so gradual a bonding. You are giving me a really great gift, Lionel. You, and these moment, are becoming more and more precious for me."
More days elapsed and their hands were now roaming all over the other's body, lingering more often and longer, and in a more intimate way. They felt their companion's lower torso to capture the warmth, the quivers, the growing turgidity. They started to embrace while lying on the bed. One day Lionel's hands started to slip under Vance's clothes to search for a contact with the naked skin of his companion.
"How good it is. I like feeling your body without anything between my hand and it. If I untied your clothes, I could freely caress you more. May I?"
"Of course, my love. You can do everything you desire, of course."
"I'm feeling a growing desire for you..."
"I can feel it."
"When I'm alone and I close my eyes, I imagine that I'll be finally able to admire you without any clothes on you..." Lionel whispered with a delightful blush.
"I have dreamed of it for a long time too. When you feel like it, you have just to take away my clothes. It would surely not be me who stops you, you well know it."
"Why don't you do it to me?" Lionel said.
"Because I don't know if you feel ready. Being naked in front of the other is very close to a surrender, can you understand it?"
"Yes, I can understand it. I haven't yet surrendered, have I?"
"Possibly not totally as yet, but it seems that you are well on the way. But tell me, aren't you afraid that somebody could enter and catch us? Did you think of that? As long as we are still totally clothed, we can get up as soon as we hear the door of the other room opening, but if we were naked..."
"Yes, I thought about that. The only crucial moment is when they come for the inspection. As they always come at the same time, we can be safe. At other times it will be enough to tell Stewart I don't want to be disturbed."
"Don't you think that your servant will suspect what we will be doing?"
"He could, but I don't care."
"Do you know that the act that we will be doing is punishable by death in this land?"
"Yes, I know, you already told me. But I don't care. We will be careful not to be caught, of course, but if that were to happen, I am not afraid to die because of my love. Anyway, Stewart is a trusted servant. He knows me from my birth and offered himself to accompany me during this captivity. It will surely not be him who betrays us."
"Lionel?"
"Yes?"
"Since we are embracing like this, has it happened that you got relief by your hand, once you are alone?"
"Yes, and each time I dream that it is you doing it..." Lionel murmured and blushed again. "And you?" he then asked.
"I too, of course. Do you know that you are delightful when you blush? I feel such a tenderness for you..."
The day came for Lionel when it was not enough just to untie Vance's clothes, to freely caress his naked body, to lightly massage his beautiful, straight and hard member. So one evening after the soldiers' inspection and the communal supper, Lionel invited Vance upstairs to his room. He warned Stewart he didn't want to be disturbed for any reason and, as he withdrew to his room with Vance, even before embracing him, he started to undress. Vance, stood before him, just looking at him with a smile.
When Lionel was completely naked, he simply said, "Here I am."
Vance nodded, raised his arms and lightly brushed Lionel's body. For the first time, Lionel was offering himself to his companion's eyes in total nakedness. He lightly caressed it, until he saw it's excitement bloom, betrayed by the beginning of an erection.
"You are beautiful... you are so beautiful..."
"I love how you are looking at me. I was thinking I would feel ashamed being naked in front of you but ... I like it."
"If you thought you would feel ashamed, why you did it?"
"Because... I know you desired me, and because you too will now undress for me, won't you? I desire to see you naked, to touch you, and because I like how you touch me."
"You undress me, then." Vance suggested.
Lionel started to untie his clothes.
"Your hands are trembling... Why?"
"I'm moved, terribly moved."
"But also excited, I see."
"Yes, terribly excited as well."
While Lionel was undressing Vance, his eyes were shining as if struck with fever. The flickering flames of the two-branched candlesticks were reflecting in his deep blue eyes. Vance was now feeling fully aroused and his body was vibrating in unison to that of his friend. Finally Vance was naked. Lionel stepped back a couple of steps to admire him. Vance made a slow turn on himself then looked straight in the eyes his friend.
"What do you see? Tell me." he asked.
"A wonderful naked boy, naked for me."
"Do you like?"
"Very much. And I see you too are aroused for me."
"Yes, for you, my love."
Lionel drew nearer again and started to caress his body. Vance shuddered strongly.
"Do you like how I'm touching you Vance?"
"Yes, sure. Go on."
"Come on the bed, I want to feel all your body against mine. I want to kiss you..."
"Yes, but let's do it here, standing. Come..."
Their bodies touched, adhered to each other. Vance started to brush all his body against his friend's body, his erection against Lionel's. They were caressing each other without using their hands. They went on in a kind of erotic dance, until Lionel gently pushed Vance on the bed. Then their bodies intertwined and their hands started to caress, to feel, to touch at times with incredible lightness, at times with shivering passion. Suddenly Lionel came against his companion's belly.
"Forgive me... I didn't think I..."
"Why are you apologizing?"
"I soiled you with my... with my seed."
"No, you didn't soil me. The spunk is not something dirty. Rather it's your gift. You give it to me so, naturally, without even helping yourself with your hand... that's really good."
"I felt such strong, so beautiful sensations. But you are still aroused. May I help you in some ways?"
"You can, sure."
Lionel smiled and lowered a hand to massage his friend's member, while embracing and kissing him. Vance guided his hand to seize his member with vigour and made it move up and down at the right rhythm until he too finally came, scattering all his spurts against Lionel's belly.
"Good, now you too gave me your seed. I liked feeling you shudder in my arms, against my body. I love you, Vance."
They went on caressing each other. Then they dried each other bodies and dressed. From time to time they exchanged a tender kiss.
"We made an important step, didn't we, Vance?"
"Yes, my sweet Lionel."
"It is good being naked one for the other, don't you think? If it weren't the others, I would like to have you always naked with me. Your body is wonderful, more than I could ever have imagined."
"It seems more beautiful than it really is just because you desire it and feel it to be yours."
"You could be right, anyway I like it. I like that hair tuft framing between your legs that beautiful tool. I like looking at him grow and become straight and hard. I like feeling it throbbing in my hands and... and at a certain point I felt the desire to bring my lips on it."
"Why didn't you, Lionel? I would have liked it a lot."
"I still feel awkward. I don't know if what I have in mind is right or not, if you would like it or get annoyed. This is my first time, you know."
"You have to do anything you fancy, without worrying. If by chance what you did bothered me, I will simply tell you."
"But you didn't urge me to do it."
"I don't want to overwhelm you, or even to teach you. I want you to do everything gradually, as you anyway asked me."
"But I'm possibly starting to desire to... to be overwhelmed by you. In some moments I have a feeling as if you wanted something more from me, but I'm not able to guess what. Anyway, I don't want to disappoint you."
"You are not at all disappointing, my beautiful boy. Yes, there is more, but I feel you are going to discover it by yourself. While we are making love, let your fantasy run freely. There are different ways, other than we have done before, to give each other mutual pleasure. Ways to get even more intense pleasure. But I want you to discover them by yourself. It would be more beautiful for both of us."
"But you were taught by the men with whom you did it, with whom you had sex, isn't it so?"
"Yes, but they were only looking for their own pleasure. They were just using me. You on the other hand are giving yourself to me, and this is different. It is much best that way. It will be new for me too."
"Are you saying that the love I'm feeling for you will suggest ways for me to give you more pleasure?"
"Sure! Anyway, having to restrain me not to... overcome you, is for me something new and agreeable. Before going back to my room I want to kiss you again. Come here..."
They embraced tightly and kissed. Lionel hands went on his friend's buttock to pull him once more to him.
"We are getting aroused again. Why don't you stay here and spend the night with me?"
"No, it's wiser and more prudent I go now. Let's restrain our desire until tomorrow. It will be even better."
"Good night, then, and sweet dreams."
"They will surely be sweet dreams, as I will dream of you."
Vance passed through Stewart's room. The servant, who was already lying on his bed, sat up and politely wished him a good night.
The following day the two youths withdrew just after lunch. They undressed each other, admiring each other then Lionel knelt in front of his friend, raised his member and started to kiss it, then brushed his lips along the hardened shaft. Vance closed his eyes and caressed Lionel's nape. He was feeling the desire to guide his head, to point his meat between those lips and push, to force him to receive all of it, but restrained himself. Lionel became aware that the most sensitive spot of that beautiful meat pole was its tip, so he lingered there. He felt Vance shudder more strongly. Instinctively he parted his lips and caressed it with his tongue tip. Vance's beautiful member had a sudden tremor and Vance exhaled a short but deep sigh.
Lionel guessed he did the right thing. He parted some more his lips and captured his friend's glans, teasing it with his tongue. He felt its quivers and darts increase. Lionel felt happy. He cupped his hands about his companion's buttocks and pulled him to himself. He felt the turgid member slip between his lips and sink in his mouth, flowing warm and strong on his tongue then filling all his mouth and reaching his throat. He went on pulling him to himself until his nose was pushing on his lover's groin hair. He inhaled with real pleasure the good musky smell emanating from it.
He thought that if he kept it between his squeezed lips and moved his head back and forth as he had done the day before with his hand, he would surely bring Vance to a full enjoyment. He started rhythmically moving head in a to and fro motion and felt his friend's body vibrate with increasing intensity. Lionel was radiant. This was certainly another good way to give pleasure to his love. This was a further step forward on the road of love.
After some time Vance seized him under his armpits, forcing him to stand up losing hold of his lips on the member.
Lionel asked him, "I thought you were enjoying it... was I wrong?"
"No. Certainly not! It's time we lay on your bed so I too can give head to your beautiful dick and give pleasure to you too."
Vance kissed him on the mouth while pushing him towards the bed. They lay down on their side and Vance turned head to toe, and started to suck his friend's stake. Lionel dove again onto the member, still glossy with saliva. He started sucking it again, moving his head. Feeling Vance's mouth on his tool made him understand the intensity of the emotions he was giving to his lover. He soon unloaded in the warm and wet mouth of his companion and was surprised as he realized that Vance was drinking all his seed, jet after jet, draught after draught. A short time later when Vance came in his mouth, he too conscientiously drank all.
"Did you like it, Vance? Are you happy?"
"Yes. You are quickly discovering how to make love."
"Your seed has an odd taste... it's like a warm cream... not sweet, not sour... what taste is it?"
"You just discovered Vance's taste my handsome little one. And I now know Lionel's taste, and I like it."
"I too love your cream and I also love feeling your... tool in my mouth as much as I like feeling mine in your mouth."
The days were passing and they were feeling better and better together.
One afternoon they withdrew to Lionel's room. While Stewart was on guard on the other room, they were kissing, caressing and at times sucking each other, Lionel whispered at Vance's ear, "Would you like putting your beautiful rod inside my little arse?"
"How did you get this idea?" Vance, surprised, asked.
"I will tell you later. Answer me, would you like that?"
"Yes... sure."
"Then, do it."
"The first time it was painful for me. I don't want to cause you pain. I like taking it in my arse too. Why don't you first try putting it in me?"
"As you like, my love, but then you too have to do it to me. I don't care if it hurts. If you like it, you have to do it."
"You didn't yet tell me how you got such an idea. Did you already know that between two men, they can also fuck in the arse? You already heard about it?"
"No... but Stewart told me."
"What? Did you talk about it with him?"
"Yes, but don't get mad at me. Yesterday, after you left, he asked me if I was glad that young mister Vance came to keep me company. I told him it was so. He then asked me if I like you and I answered I liked you very much and I feel comfortable with you. Stewart told me that since I had started to withdraw with you, he sees I am more serene, and he is glad for that. But he also told me to be careful because it would be better that nobody suspects what there is between you and I.
"I asked him if he understood what happens between us. He said he thought he did, then said that as we two are so young it's natural we both need some intimacy and tenderness, and that we give it to each other. I clearly told him that you and I were making love and that it is a really beautiful thing. He at once told me he was really glad for me, and also that he thinks you are a worthy young man.
"I told him that I had never made love to either a man or to a woman. I asked him if he knew, and could explain to me, how a man can give pleasure to another man. He was rather astounded that you hadn't explained it to me. I told him you wanted me to discover it by myself but I also explained to him, that I desired to do more with you than we were already doing. Stewart explained to me that, usually, when two men desire to carnally unite, one pushes his tool in the back hole of the other.
"I then asked him if he ever did it, and Stewart said it happened to him too when he was a boy. I asked him if it was an agreeable thing, and he said that if it's done in the right way and with the right person, it could be really pleasurable for both. I told him I would have liked trying it with you, and he said I to ask you if you would like doing it... That's all, my love. Are you upset I had this talk with Stewart?"
"No... no, I don't care. It is rather good he knows, so he can protect us better. So you now want us to do it, is it so?"
"Yes, I told you!"
"Well, let's then start like we did the other times, to get well aroused, then you will first put yours in me. I will meanwhile prepare you gradually, so I will not cause you too much pain when I start taking your nice little arse..."
After they aroused each other in the usual ways, Vance offered himself to his friend and guided him inside himself. He took the lead and showed him the right way. While Lionel was tossing inside him, for the first time Vance, using his finger wet with saliva, started to tease his hole. Lionel was totally ecstatic. He became prey to a growing, intense pleasure and when he unloaded inside Vance, his body trembled like a leaf in a strong wind. Vance caressed him until he calmed down and finally relaxed.
"Oh, Vance, it is so good. You too have to penetrate me and to come inside me!" Lionel exclaimed.
"Yes, sure. In the next days, when I can feel you are ready to receive me."
Over the ensuing days, Vance carefully prepared him, until he finally took him and penetrated him with tender care. When they both felt sated, they lay down to relax, tenderly embraced, cuddling each other.
Lionel then said, "It has been really beautiful. It aches a little, it's true, but I've really enjoyed it. I can now feel I am yours. I like how you slip it inside me and then move it. You are really skilled. I am still feeling so awkward..."
"You will learn, my sweet boy. I am already enjoying it as you do now, don't worry. And you will see that you too will feel less and less pain and you will like it more and more. This is my first time I entered an inviolate little arse. You are still so tight that I too felt some pain. But I really enjoyed it."
As Vance had foreseen, in a few weeks Lionel was feeling less and less annoyance and more and more pleasure. At that point Vance restrained himself no more, so he taught his friend to do it in all the possible positions. The two young men were increasingly infatuated with each other. They didn't let a day pass without making love. They generally preferred doing it in the morning or in the early afternoon, because the room was bright and they could enjoy watching each other.
Their detention companions suspected nothing. If they had guessed something, they never hinted at it. The two young men, besides making love, were going about the writing and reading lessons, the chess games. Lionel started to teach Vance to play the lute. Possibly, because for that, when they withdrew into Lionel's room, the others wouldn't suspect the two boys were making love.
They had also started, at times, to make love at night time in Vance's room. The first time happened on a night, when Lionel, a candle in his hand, went downstairs to the only latrine they had in common, on Vance's floor. He was about going back upstairs when he thought he could enter Vance's room to look at him while asleep. He went over to the bed and admired Vance's body by the soft light of his candle. He couldn't restrain himself and bent down to kiss him on the lips. Vance woke up, recognized Lionel and beamed a smile. Making him sign to keep silent, he blew on the little flame, pulled Lionel to him on the bed. He took away his friend's night shirt and started making love. Later Lionel silently went back upstairs in his room, feeling happy and satisfied.
Vance was happy having found such a splendid lover. Now the months were flying away faster and less sadly for both the two young prisoners.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 8
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