Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2010 10:37:14 +0100 From: A.K. Subject: The Mercenary and the Friar 10/14 (Adult Youth) ---------------------------- THE MERCENARY AND THE FRIAR By Andrej Koymasky © 2010 Written on January 20th, 2003 Translated by the Author English text kindly revised by Ed, a reader ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "THE MERCENARY AND THE FRIAR" 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. ----------------------------- TEN - Mutual luck They stopped at the National Guard barracks for two weeks. The army doctor had declared the more seriously wounded men out of danger, and several of the lightly wounded men had already recovered. Thus Captain Sanders, after having purchased food, medicine, fuel and new weapons, and having a thorough check of the vehicles, loaded everything on the trucks and decided to leave and go back to their operative base, up in the mountains. The column set off in the morning. To reach their base they would need a full day. During the first stop for lunch, Augustin, after going around and checking the conditions of the wounded men, went to help Isidro prepare the meal. "Is everybody all right?" Isidro asked him. "Yes, yes, they are recovering fast." Augustin answered while he started helping his friend. "Charley also?" "Yes, him too." "Do you know that that gringo fucks really well?" Isidro asked with a pleased smile. Augustin looked at him astounded, "You did it also with him?" "Yes. His tool is not big like that of Joe, but he uses it well, and that is what counts. And he has good stamina, the second time he fucked me it went on for forty minutes before he came!" "But youÉ aren't you with Joe?" his friend asked him, while tasting the stew. "Yes." "And yet you did it also with the cook at the barracks, and with Charlie?" "And with other men. I told you, Joe and I are not married." "ButÉ does Joe know about it?" "Of course he knows. Matt asked Joe if he could do it with me, before asking me." "Also Matt? And Joe?" Augustin asked even more astounded, looking at him. "The rule here is that if two agree, it's just their fucking business." "But, aren't you with Joe any more?" "Of course I am still with him. Didn't you do it with other of our comrades?" "No. And with Neil we managed to do it just twoÉ no, three times." "Oh! NoÉ I don't say every other day, but almost. With all these horny men around, I've just taken advantage of the choices." Augustin shook his head and busied himself again with the food. Later, while they were eating, Augustin went to sit near Neil. "Neil?" "Yes?" "If IÉ if by chance IÉ if I did it also with another of our comrades, would it be a problem for you?" Neil looked at him astounded, "Do you want to do it with somebody?" he then asked in a low voice. "No. I didn't say that. But if it happened?" "The rule here isÉ" "I didn't ask you what the rule that the captain made is. I asked you how you would take it." "I could not oppose." "And you wouldn't give a shit?" "I didn't say thatÉ butÉ what could I do?" "Would you regret it?" "I wouldn't be pleasedÉ" the mercenary answered, diplomatically. Augustin smiled. As he now knew the man somewhat better, he understood that this answer really meant, "I would feel terribly bad." "I just wanted to know. No, I don't want to do it with anybody else besides you, it doesn't even cross my mind. I feel good with you. I don't want to lose you." "And I wouldn't want to lose you either, kid." Neil answered with a smile. "But tell me why you chose to stay with me?" "Possibly because you are like a breath of fresh, pure, scented air, for one like me who is in a manure-heapÉ" "A manure-heap? Aren't you feeling well here?" "No, here I'm well. It is life that is a manure-heap. I fit well here, my comrades esteem me, appreciate me, treat me well even knowing I'm a faggot. What counts here is not who you are, not what you do in your life or in your bed, but how much you are valued, what you do and how you do it. But even though life here is not a manure-heap, it is also not all roses. But you, instead, opened to me the gates of aÉ of a garden." For Neil this was almost a "long" speech, rather unusual for him. They resumed their journey. In the truck, where they had also loaded part of the provisions, they were now packed, so that Augustin felt the leg of his man push against his leg, strong and warm, and this, besides giving him warm pleasure, aroused him. "Our baseÉ would we manage to have a place there for just you and me?" the boy asked the man in a low voice. Neil smiled, "We don't have single rooms butÉ I think we can manage." "How is it, are they prefabricated buildings or houses?" the boy asked, trying to imagine it. "It's an old corral we readapted. A wide courtyard with low buildings all around. It's not a royal palace, but there we have all we need, even showers. Anyway, as long as we have to work here in Colombia, it's home." "Did you find it? Was it abandoned?" "It belonged to a rich farmer who doesn't use it any more, a guy who has his fingers on the government's pie, one of the official purveyors of their government's army. He couldn't defend that corral anymore. It is too close to the area controlled by the rebels. So, well paid by the government, he moved all his activities further down valley and lent it for use first to the army and then to us mercenaries." "Do you have a house in Detroit?" "No. And when this contract will be over, if I don't get another, I don't intend to go back there. Too many bad memories there." "Where would you like to go, when your contract here is over?" "I don't still know. I hope that after a short rest period, I will find another contract in some other part of the world. I am not able to do anything else, besides using weapons. What could I do in a town? I got used to living in nature, after all." "And to make war." Neil looked at him, but there was no hint of reproach in the boy's expression, even though Neil knew how much Augustin didn't appreciate that choice. "As long as man will exist, there will be war, my boy. Therefore there will be need for somebody to do it." "I'm really not able." "To do what?" "To believe that war is a need. Man is defeating illness, he is trying to eliminate misery and discrimination. He also has to avoid warÉ if he wants to be a real man." "Ideals. I don't say they are not right, butÉ reality, at least for now and who knows for how many centuries, is different." "But civilization is progressingÉ" "With very slow paces, and several paces backwards for any stretch of road it does forward. As long as a neighbor quarrels with his neighbor, and a brother with his brother, we will not be able to avoid war." "But wouldn't it be good?" "I think it would, butÉ but for the moment it is not what we are living now." "But we have to do something to leave a better world to our children, don't we have to?" Neil smiled, "You and I, as hard as we will try, will never have children." the man said with a light sense of humor. Then he added, "But we can go on making love anyway, can't we? You know what effect you have on me, just being near you, don't you?" Augustin smiled, pleased - of course he knew, as Neil had the same effect on himÉ Goodness how sexy was his Neil! "My Neil!" the boy thought. "Yes, my Neil, it's true. Mine, as much as I am now his. Who would have said it, just a little more than a month agoÉ I didn't even know that Neil existed, I didn't even know how to make love. And I can now say 'my' Neil!" They stopped again for supper then resumed the road. Finally, on a gentle hillock, Neil pointed out their operational base to the boy. It was a wide quadrilateral corral with ochre colour walls, the roofs of the building having clear clay tiles. Soon after, Augustin could also see the sentries guarding it. He hadn't thought that there were other men in the group of mercenaries, besides the almost one hundred he had known up to then. "There are many more of our comrades, there at the base?" he asked the mercenary. "Only about twenty, to watch it when we are out on a mission. Some of us stay watch there in turns and get some rest while all the others go out to fight." "But what if the guerrillas attack them while the others are away?" "We are always connected, and anyway it is not easy to penetrate its defenses. You will see, twenty well armed men can keep the position long enough. Anyway it would be of little use to the rebels seizing it - besides the fact that it is well defended, it doesn't have a strategic position. The rebels have to spare their forces and men." "Who pays the rebels? The drug lords?" "No, not those of this area. They finance themselves, therefore they don't have big funds. Anyway they collaborate with the gangs of the drug dealers, in exchange for drugs." After a short silence, Neil asked him, "Do you have a twin brother?" "I? No. Why?" "Any brothersÉ more or less your same age?" "I've three older brothers, none of them close to me in age. Before me and after me were born only girls." "And do they resemble you?" "A little bitÉ But it seems that the other boys look more like our mother, while I took after my father. Why are you asking me such things?" "NothingÉ just soÉ Just curiosity." the man readily answered, but to himself he had a feeling of relief. Then, almost to be reassured again, he asked, "None of your brothers, or your cousins joined the guerrillas?" "I don't think so, no, it really seems unlikely." "OnceÉ I saw one of the guerrillas whoÉ who resembled you." "To you gringos we Indians are all the same." the boy playfully answered him. "Before, you possibly wereÉ but not now that I know you." the man answered. They reached the base and at once unloaded, first the wounded men, then all the provisions they had taken with them. Augustin immediately asked where the infirmary was - it was passably equipped, and the few wounded men who still needed care had already been settled in it. Meanwhile Isidro, in his turn, was inspecting the kitchen and the larder of the base. The infirmary was composed of three rooms. In one there were twelve beds, in another at its side with a door opening towards the courtyard, there was a kind of surgery. At the back of it there was a small room with the closets for the drugs and the few essential pieces of medical equipment. He could move a bed thereÉ the boy thought, and there he could also have the desired intimacy with his Neil. So Augustin went at once to see the captain to ask him the authorization to have a folding bed in that room to sleep in there. "So at least I can be closer to the wounded men, as long as it's useful, and ready to see who anyone who has a needÉ" the boy explained. The captain nodded, "Move one of the beds of the infirmary and take it there. There are still a few free beds, aren't they?" "Yes, sure. Thank you, captain." Back in the infirmary he disassembled one of the camp beds in the common room and moved it to the small equipment room. He then moved some of the closets to get a booth and reassembled the bed. Later he went to take a shower. The shower room had been placed in the former stables. It was nothing luxurious, but it was functional - a tube ran along a wall and from it were jutting out a dozen spouts. On the opposite side there was a shelf with some twenty rectangular baskets to leave one's clothes. Near the only access door there was even a wide mirror with a sink under it. When Augustin went in, there were three men who were taking showers. One was Max, the other two were Reitano and a man he didn't yet know, one of the man who stayed at the base. Reitano, the Italian man that everybody called with his family name, because his name was Aldo like another of the Italians, was at one end, near the door. At the other end there was the man whom Augustin didn't know. At the center, under two pelting spouts, was Max. The boy undressed, then went between Max and Reitano, leaving an empty place between himself and the two other men. He started to soap his body vigorously using a piece of laundry soap he found on the shelf. Soon after Max made his piece of soap fall and with a foot made it slip just beyond the boy, "Hey, Augustin, my piece of soap fell down. Pick it up and bring it to me." he said. The boy looked at the man, then said, "You aren't missing legs and hands, go and get your soap." "Don't be a bastard. What does it cost you to bend down and get it?" Augustin didn't know anything about the soap trick, therefore he was about to bend and pick it up. But Reitano, faster than him, picked up the piece of soap and gave it back to Max, "Here is your bar of soap. Keep it tightÉ and don't be a bastard." he said him in a hard tone. "Would you mind your own fucking business, Reitano? He doesn't belong to you!" "Nor to you either, and he's not your slave. I am telling you, don't be a bastard, otherwise you will have to face me, besides the captain." Augustin was a little amazed by that verbal clash whose reason he couldn't understand. After all it was just about a bar of soap that slipped away from MaxÉ The man turned his shoulders to the Italian and resumed soaping his body. Reitano passed in front of the boy and went back to his place. Soon after Max got out of the shower, dried himself vigorously brushing his massive body, put his clothes and went out, with a dark face, after throwing a black glance at the Italian man. As soon as he was out, the man who was finishing washing himself at the other end of the room, said aloud, "The bastard tried it again!" "Yes, even though he plays to be a super-machoÉ God, Max disgusts me!" "But he is a very good fighter," the other man said. "His only positive quality. The captain has already had to put him in his place once." "Yes, I remember, but it's an old storyÉ He tried it with Joe, if I'm not wrong. Right?" "No, with Alex. And always with the soap trick." "You were here then too?" "No, Alex told me. When Alex bent down, Max jumped on him and tried it." "When one is hornyÉ he is horny!" the man said, starting to dry himself. "But the rules are rules!" the Italian retorted, icily. When that man also went out, Augustin asked Reitano, "What happened? I don't understandÉ" "It is the old trick with the soap. If you bent down to pick it up, Max, who was at your back, would have jumped on you and tried to fuck youÉ" "Come on! Here, in front of you?" "When it's been too long since we had a women availableÉ also in here, between us, the most cheeky at times do it." "Here? In front of the others?" the boy asked, astounded. "Usually everybody minds his own business. Stay away from Max, boyÉ and also from Doug and Stan. They are the only ones who at times go beyond what they should. But Max is the worst one." "Thank you, ReitanoÉ" "My duty, boy, aren't you one of us, now?" Later, when Neil went to meet him, Augustin told him what happened in the shower room. He saw a flash of anger pass for a moment in the man's eyes. "But nothing happenedÉ" the boy reassured him. "So much the betterÉ" "And even if I fell for his trickÉ nothing would have happened all the same." Augustin insisted. "Max is very strong, and he has no scruples." "But I am not weakÉ and with the body all soaped up, I could escape him easily." the boy said him with a smile, and caressed the man's cheek. "AnywayÉ keep away from Max. See that you are never alone with him. You promise me?" "Yes, NeilÉ" The man took the boy's hand and moved it to his lips, then pulled him against himself. "Are you busy, now?" Neil asked him with a sexy voice. "No, besides being with youÉ" "Lock the door, go onÉ" "There is no keyÉ" "Put the chair with the back under the handle, it will workÉ" the man suggested to him and started to undress, an anticipating smile in his dark eyes. Augustin smiled, pleased, did what the man asked him and drew close to him, quickly undressing. Standing near the bed, totally naked, they embraced brushing their bodies one against the other, and kissed. "This time, AugustinÉ this time I would like you to take me firstÉ" "But then you will take me, won't you?" "SureÉ" the man whispered. Augustin saw that in one of the closets there was a good supply of condoms and of Vaseline tins. It was in fact at the infirmary where the men got their supply when they needed it. He took one and tore open the envelope. "Will you put it on me, Neil? I like when you do itÉ" he said handing him the small latex disc still rolled. The man nodded, smiling, took the condom and crouched in front of the boy. But before putting it on the pole already raised and hard, he took it between his lips and sucked it for some time, until he heard that Augustin moaning in pleasure. After having unrolled it on him with his lips, putting it well on the shuddering flesh pole of Augustin, he stood up. "How would you like to take me?" he asked the boy, caressing his hairless chest. "Lay on your back, I want to look at your face, while I do it, and to be able to kiss you. I, too, like it best to be in this position, when you take me." The mercenary nodded and prepared himself on the bed. The boy went on his knees between the strong, spread thighs of the man. They both settled in a good position and Augustin started to push and at once began to slowly sink in the hot channel of Neil, whose smile increased while the boy was penetrating him. "You are also becoming skilled in taking meÉ" the mercenary said in a low voice, pleased. "Do you like it?" "SureÉ because I can feel that you are mineÉ" Augustin used one hand to brush the hard and erect nipples of his companion, while with the other caressed his belly and sides, then started to move his body back and forth, each time sinking a little more deeply inside the welcoming channel. "YesÉ you are really good at itÉ" Neil sighed, caressing the boy's sinewy thighs, the flat belly, and the sides and the chest where his hands could reach. "Do you like this?" "YesÉ" Augustin answered applying more energy to his strokes. "Do you like it better being a top or a bottom?" "I like everything, with you, really everything. Oh, NeilÉ tell me that I belong to you!" "Of course, boy, you are entirely mine as I am totally yours." The boy, going on to piston inside him with a vigorous in and out, bent on the body of his man. Neil embraced him, raising his head a little until their mouths met and kissed with a strong passion. Soon they both were moaning, in a light and low tone, all their pleasure. When Augustin felt dangerously close to going beyond the point of no return, he stopped. "Now you take meÉ" he said. "No, don't move, I want to sit on your beautiful rodÉ" He slowly slipped out, and while Neil stretched his legs, Augustin took another condom and put it on the man, then crouched astride the mercenary's pelvis and went down slowly, until he felt the man's rod totally inside him. He then started to spring up and down, in an increasingly vigorous rhythm. "My wonderful wild stallionÉ" the boy murmured savouring the sensations that the strong rod of the man was awakening inside him. "My wonderful riderÉ" the man answered caressing his beautiful member, dark and hard, smooth like silk, that with each down-stroke beat against the man's belly. "Do you like riding me so?" "Yes, I told you, I like everything with you." "Stop a moment, sit on my lapÉ" "Are you close to coming?" the boy asked him, as he didn't still want to conclude their agreeable encounter. "Not yet, butÉ I've got an ideaÉ" "Which?" "Hang on my neck." the man said sitting up, still deeply embedded inside the boy. Neil hugged him around his waist, then rotated on the small bed and put his legs out of it and, slowly, stood up. Now all the weight of the boy's body was balanced on the strong rod of the mercenary. Augustin circled the man's waist with his legs like a strong vice, while Neil spread his legs a little and leaned his torso backward a little to get more stability. Augustin understood and, when he felt that the man had a sufficiently firm position, using leverage on his arms and legs, started to move up and down again. Neil backed his movements with a set of small, skilled paces in the space between the bed and the closets. Their chests adhered again and they French kissed. Augustin gently sucked the tongue that Neil moved inside his mouth, and Augustin made his hole palpitate with each of his jolts. When their mouths parted for a moment, the boy sighed, "Oh, Neil! This way is also fantasticÉ" "Isn't it?" the strong mercenary said with a smile. "But I'm not too heavy, am I?" "Never has a weight been so agreeable, believe meÉ" Then the man again lay on the bed, once again Augustin penetrated him, and they alternated so, postponing as much as possible the moment of supreme pleasure. All of a sudden the boy said, with a choked voice, "Oh NeilÉ I can'tÉ stopÉ I'm near toÉ comeÉ" "Don't stop, go onÉ" Augustin pushed himself inside his man with energy and started to ejaculate, emitting a long, low, modulated moan of pleasure. Almost at once Neil also came, sprinkling the belly and chest of the boy with strong jets that seemed to never end. "Oh, NeilÉ NeilÉ NeilÉ" gurgled the boy while they were comingÉ three times, unconsciously, but exactly like during the mass, for the Elevation. The passions appeased for the moment, sated but not yet totally fulfilled, they laid down one on top of the other, slightly panting and looking in each other's eyes with a light shining in them, they faces relaxed in a blissful smile. "How can, each time, seem more beautiful than the previous one?" the boy asked in a low voice and with genuine astonishment. "I don't knowÉ but it is the same for me." Augustin was lightly toying Neil with his fingertips, brushing them on the few hairs that surrounded the still hard nipples of the man. Neil caressed his back and sides, and at times gently scratched the nape of his neck, like one does with a kitten. Both were fully savouring the sweet moments that follow a really agreeable union like they just had. Then the man took a cloth and wiped the chest and belly of the boy, cleansing him of all his abundant seed. They kissed again, now with tenderness. "If you aren't busyÉ we can perhaps start again in some minutesÉ" the man suggested. "If nobody calls meÉ why not?" "My comrades were all but enthusiastic when the captain told us we would stop at your monasteryÉ" "And you?" "BeforehandÉ rather. NowÉ a lot!" "How many boys did you take, during your raids?" "Before meeting you? Who counted them? A great number, anyway." "Did it amuse you by forcing them toÉ" "Not so much. I just wanted to relieve myself. WellÉ it amused me when I forced those who played at being macho to bend to my will, those who swore that they never took a cock there and they never wouldÉ" "Did you deflower many boys?" "Less than one could expect. The majority of the boys, perhaps only amongst themselves, or with a brother, a cousin, at times their father or an uncle, were already defloweredÉ It was evident it was not their first time." "How could you know it?" "By how easily my rod slipped into their asses, and by how they relaxed as I started to push. One who never took a cock there, is not usually ableÉ" "And with me? How could you understand I was really a virgin? I too was trying to relax." "Besides that you told me so, I could read it in your eyes. I understood, I felt, I saw that you were not lying." "And did you enjoy deflowering me?" "I loved how you gave yourself to me immediatelyÉ and not like a bitch." "AnywayÉ I have been lucky I was chosen by you and not, for instance, by one like MaxÉ" "Yes, you are right. But I, too, have been lucky to find you. Really lucky." "We seem to be made for each other." "We possibly areÉ" the man thoughtfully muttered, going on to gently caress him. Augustin was amazed, each time, at how much the rude mercenary was able to be tender and gentle with him. He was increasingly convinced that this was the real aspect of the man's personality. Little by little, they resumed making love, restored by that short relaxing time, again both full of burning passion and of sweet desire. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 11 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. 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