Date: Mon, 26 Jul 2010 09:37:24 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Secret Memories of Lord Moriesson 03/20 (historical and encounters)

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THE SECRET MEMORIES OF LORD MORIESSON
By Andrej Koymasky © 2010
Written on July 27, 2002
Translated by the Author
English text kindly revised by Brian

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE SECRET MEMORIES OF LORD MORIESSON" 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.

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Chapter 3 - How I experienced with a friend, and how I was sent to
Africa

The experience I had with Bill had been so agreeable that afterwards I
was looking around, trying to understand how I could repeat it. I was
feeling the need more and more urgently, almost like a fish needs the
water, like a bird needs the open skies.

I was looking now at the men I met with different, new eyes, dividing
them in my mind into three groups - those who decidedly weren't
interesting to me, those who in one way or another awakened in me some
kind of desire, and those that I would have liked to be able to sound
their soul, with the hope to find in them a desire equal to mine.

Those who made part of this third group were few, and their social level
was totally unimportant to me - be they men of the people, servants,
soldiers or my peers, it was absolutely equal. My fantasy undressed them
of their clothes, be they poor or rich, and imagined under them glorious
bodies, of that beauty and sensuality I yearned to know.

Amongst the people that my family often met, there was also Lord Penn,
who was a distant relative through the wives of the two families. I
don't know exactly, but I think that my mother's mother and the mother
of Lord Penn were sisters.

Lord Penn had two daughters and a son, Matthew Cesar, two years my elder
and a year younger than my brother Aldous. The young Lord Matthew was,
to my eyes, very handsome and sensual, he had moreover a jolly,
agreeable character, and a good frame of mind. Thus, each time our
families met, I started to look for his company. Also Matthew seemed to
enjoy my closeness, so that soon a good understanding was established
between us.

One day, it was an afternoon of the month of June of 1667, and that year
the weather was not yet too hot, I proposed to him to go for a ride in
the park of our residence. He willingly accepted. I led him to our
stables and while I had my horse saddled, I asked him to choose a horse
to ride.

We went amongst the trees of the park. We were riding side by side,
intent on agreeable conversations. I was not able to move my eyes away
from him, his beautiful features attracted me so much, his fresh smile
was making secret strings vibrate so much inside me.

"William, did I ever tell you how much your company is agreeable to me?"
he asked me all of a sudden.

I looked at him pleasantly surprised, "No, and I am pleased hearing you
say so. In fact for me too, being able to be near you, is always really
agreeable. And mainly when we are far from the salons with the gossip of
our sisters, and from the too serious speeches of our fathers."

"It is true. You and I fit very well togetherÉ"

We reached the place where the brook cuts our park before crossing, well
channelled, our garden. At that point it makes a small and wide fall,
whose unceasing gurgling makes the under-wood beauty even more pleasant.

"Do you mind if we dismount and sit for some time near that brook?"
Matthew asked me with a winning smile.

"On the contrary." I answered stopping my horse.

We tied their bridles to a branch and went to sit on a large stone
covered with moss, near the small fall.

"Here one can breathe an atmosphere of peace and of magic, don't you
agree?" he asked me, his glance lost in the water that was flowing at
our feet.

"Magic, yesÉ I wouldn't be surprised to know that here the elves are
dwellingÉ" I answered.

"Or elseÉ that this is a piece of the untouched forests of the Americas
where men that are not yet spoiled by our civilization, run naked and
happy, unconsciously proud of the beautiful shapes that nature has
granted to their bodiesÉ" Matthew said in a dreamlike tone.

"It would be really fine if it were as you sayÉ Because then I too could
free myself of these clothes, so beautiful but so useless, and run with
themÉ naked and happy." I said, then asked him, "Wouldn't you like to do
it?"

"YesÉ" he murmured looking in my eyes, still with a dreamlike
expression, "I would like very much doing itÉ together with you."

Our hands were leaning on the ground at our sides, and his left hand was
almost brushing against mine. Matthew moved it a little and leaned it
gently on mine, almost in a caress that at once awakened in me very
beautiful sensations and made me quiver. Our glances acquired a special
intensity.

Matthew raised his hand and gently brushed my cheek, and whispered,
"Yes, I would like if my eyes could admire your beautyÉ without any
veil, without any hindrance. I would like if we could really be two
native men of the Americas, free to mutually admire our naked bodiesÉ"

"Couldn't we pretend we are, now, here?" I asked him putting my hand on
his and pushing it against my cheek.

He gently shook his head, "Just think of the scandal, if somebody came
here and caught us together, as nature made usÉ"

"And yetÉ think to the joy for our eyes, for our hearts if we could
contemplate each other in full freedomÉ"

"And to the joy for our hands if we could touch each otherÉ"

"And of our souls if we couldÉ" I said, but didn't have the heart to
tell him what in that moment I was feeling to desire.

"If we could?" he asked passing light a fingertip on my lips.

"If we could kiss!" I exclaimed becoming suddenly daring, but then felt
I was blushing up to the root of my hair.

His eyes smiled, his lips smiled, then murmured, "And only kiss?"

"NoÉ a kissÉ is like the first step on a stairwayÉ that leads to heaven.
To the heaven of senses."

"And you, William, would you like to climb that stairway with me?"

"If you lead me, I would have not even the least hesitation." I answered
him, feeling in me an agreeable warmth.

"Not here, possiblyÉ but we could find the right place where to build
that stairway, where we can dare to climb it, step after stepÉ if you
really want it."

"YesÉ I want it!" I whispered, moved.

Matthew girdled my waist and gently pulled me to him, until our bodies
touched and his lips searched mine. At first it was a light kiss, and
yet incredibly moving for me. Then our tongues met and started to play
with each other, while in our eyes was lighting a fire full of heat.
Finally or lips met vigorously and the kiss became intimate, deep, and
the fire burst in our bodies.

"WilliamÉ let's for the moment stop at this first step, it's more
prudent, more wise. But I want to build, with you, the whole stairway.
We have to find the way, the place where to do it, don't you agree?"

"YesÉ and as soon as possible." I answered shuddering, almost in a
prayerful tone.

We parted and he again caressed my cheek, "As soon as possible,
certainly." he whispered.

In the following hours, in the following days, I wasn't able to think of
anything else and I am certain that also Matthew was in my same,
identical state of mind. When we finally met again, we both had found a
solution to our impelling problem.

I told him about the small temple of Diana, where it was possible to go
only by a boat, and as there was only one, we could hide there quietly
and safely. He told me that in their residence there was a room on the
last floor of the watching tower that still stood at the limits of the
park, a tower were it was possible to go through a solid wooden door,
whose key he found.

I so took him to the small lake, boarded the boat, moored at the little
island and went inside the round temple, behind the statue of Acteon who
seized Diana. He looked at the beautiful shapes of the young, mythical
hunter carved in the pure white marble, and touched them in a sensual
way. He then turned towards me, took me in his arms and kissed me with
passion, making me feel the intensity of his desire.

The unpleasant memory of my cousin Charlotte that up to then was bound
to that place, disappeared like dew in the morning sun. I could feel
Matthew's body pushing, brushing against mine, making me feel the vigour
of his excitation and eager to feel the power of mineÉ

"WilliamÉ I want to see you nakedÉ" he murmured with an excited voice,
touching me with a growing intimacy.

"And I you!" I readily answered and started to untie the strings of his
elegant clothes.

With feverish hands we freed each other of the useless rich robes that
imprisoned our bodies, until we were, standing one in front of the
other, in our complete nudity.

I kneeled in front of him, like a believer in front of a pagan god, took
in my hands, gently, his turgid virile attributes, and kissed them with
devoted pleasure, passed my tongue all over his firm and smooth length,
lingered on its foreskin that I made slide down with a hand, and licked
his beautiful, silk-like glans.

Matthew uttered a low moan of pleasure coloured with passion, and
caressed my hair, grateful for my attentions.

I opened my lips and closed them on the head of his shuddering flesh
jewel, pushing my head forward to make it all slowly slip inside my
mouth.

Matthew again let out a low moan and uttered a warm "yesÉ" full of
pleasure, and pushed his lean pelvis slightly forward, so offering
himself to my greedy gluttony.

When the hot tip came to tickle my throat, just beyond my uvula, I
raised my eyes and saw he was looking at me with an indefinable smile on
his beautiful lips, and his golden-green eyes were brighter than two
precious stones. Then, while Matthew was caressing my head, cheeks and
neck, I started to move my head back and forth, each time pushing more
forward, until my nose came to touch the curled bush of the ripe wheat
colour that adorned his groin.

Soon, the legs of my friend folded and he had to sit on the floor, so
taking away his so beautiful rod from my mouth. He hugged and kissed me.
Then, without a word, made me stand up and returned to me the same
pleasure, leaning his hands on my firm and small buttocks, and so
impressing on me the right rhythm, making me move inside his wet and hot
mouth. The pleasure was intense. I looked at the reflection of the water
coming through the little temple entrance which made light and floating
light drawings on the wall in front of me. I then thought that it was
"right" we celebrated our first union right there, in the replica of an
ancient temple - ours was in fact an ancient rite that has been
celebrated since the dawn of time.

Then Matthew made me turn, remaining crouched but now at my back, spread
my small buttocks with both hands and bravely sank his face between
them, starting to work with his tongue, at times with the tip at times
with the flat of his tongue, like a skilled swordsman uses his sword, my
hidden and throbbing little hole, waiting for its new and desired
visitor.

He stood up, put the tip of his flesh lance on the throbbing target,
embraced me putting a hand on my chest and the other on my belly and
finally sank into my warm and soft intimacy, with one only measured
push, until he was firmly embedded into me.

To support his agreeable and vigorous strokes, I had to lean with both
hands against the beautiful marble body of Acteon. Inside myself I
considered that Acteon had been really silly to chase the virgin Diana,
he should have rather tried to grasp Narcissus or Ganymede, or the god
Eros in person, who shouldn't be stranger to love between menÉ

Slightly bending forward, I was pushing back my small bottom at each of
his lunges, to better enjoy his virile rod, and at the same time to make
him feel how deeply I was appreciating the sacred dance inside my hidden
temple, whose threshold he so bravely dared to cross.

When finally Matthew poured his tribute to pleasure, vigorously pulling
me against himself, I waved my pelvis enjoying the strong darting of his
flesh inside mine. I could feel the agreeably fresh and warm breath of
my new lover against the nape of my neck, while he was shuddering
against me.

He slowly pulled out, turned me in his arms and I saw his eyes shining.
He kissed me again. He then took my place, turned his head towards me
and made me an encouraging smile. None of us was uttering a word, almost
as we both felt that any sound would have spoiled the solemnity of the
rite, that was pagan but sacred at once, that we were performing.

I took him with joy, thinking that the Goddess of Fortune was smiling on
us benevolently, and I sank into him, grateful for the pleasure with
which he was welcoming me into him. Yes, we were really building our
magic stairway and were climbing it together to reach the pleasure, the
enjoyment of our bodies and souls.

When I finally felt I was about stepping on the last step, I accelerated
my coming and going and finally I downloaded in his sweet and warm
depths, feeling light like a feather carried by the wind, the sweet and
yet vigorous wind of luxury. After I gave him my very last jet, I
remained still for some time, my body crossed by a light tremor, so
intense had been my enjoyment.

I slowly withdrew from inside him and Matthew turned, took me again in
his arms and deeply kissed me. He then parted from me, caressed my chest
lightly and smiled.

"It has been really beautiful, William. Yes, really very, very
beautiful." he whispered.

"Yes, my friend. I almost regret that all is already concludedÉ"

"Just for the moment. From now on we will find, we will create other
moments as beautiful as this one, isn't it so?"

"Certainly." I answered him with a pleased smile. Then I asked him, "Do
you do it also with other people?"

"Not at this time. But yes, I did it with other people, before I met
you. And you, William?"

"Just once, with a young man. He made me understand how beautiful it is.
Well, no, before him, I did it also with a girl, but I didn't like it. I
therefore want to forget it."

"I never did it with a woman. And before you, I did it only with two
people. The first one was my violin teacher, a young Italian with fire
in his veins. It was him who unveiled to me the pleasure of love between
men. Afterwards also with one of my young servants, that my father had
assigned to my care when I had to keep to bed for almost one month. I
liked him, so once I pulled him onto my bedÉ and he let me have my way
with him."

"Do you still meet him?" I asked him, feeling slightly jealous.

"No, no more. After a few months Neil, that servant, was moved to our
London Mansion, where I very seldom go. Anyway I will no more do it with
him, now that I have you."

These last words pleased me.

I asked him, "Are you therefore glad you met me?"

"Yes, of course, I am very glad. I like you very much, William. You are
not only beautiful and well shaped, but I can feel how much you like
uniting with me. Moreover I feel well with you also when we ride, we
have a conversation, we play chessesÉ I feel good with you whatever we
are doing together."

We also met in the tower he told me about. It was a low and large square
tower, four floors tall, all built in stone, made at least a century
before. It had a staircase in one corner, and at each floor there was
only one wide room, with portholes in the lower floors, but with four
cross windows in the room on the last floor. Also up there, when we
united, we did it standing, at times leaning against the windowsill of
the window from which it was possible to enjoy the beautiful landscape
of the Roding river valley, that a little farther unites with the
Thames.

But we usually united standing in front of the window overlooking on the
sumptuous residence that had just been built, as from that window it was
possible to see if by chance somebody came towards the tower. It never
happened, so that we could always unite in perfect peace and safety, and
enjoy each other at our leisure.

I would have liked to celebrate our unions lying on a bed, or at least
on a blanket, as it happened with Bill Evans, but both in the tower and
in the little temple the floor was hard and cold and also dusty, so that
we were forced to give and take each other standing up.

Even though we could meet quite often, we both would have liked to meet
even more frequently. We were fitting very well together and our
families were looking with a good eye on our increasing friendship. Also
because they certainly didn't suspect anything about the real nature of
it.

When Winter came, and the days grew colder and colder, we had to cease
undressing completely, out of fear of catching an illness, but this
didn't reduce at all our secret meetings.

But about one year after our beautiful relationship was born, one day
Matthew came to our residence with an expression on his face that made
me at once foresee something not so good. In fact, as soon as we could
be alone, Matthew opened his heart to me.

"William, my friend, my father decided I have to leave England."

"To leave? To go where? When? For how long will you be away?" I asked,
alarmed.

"He wants me to move to our Colonies in the Americas, where we have some
estates, at my Uncles' home, so that I can take care of our lands. I
have to leave at the first of next month, that is in about ten days. And
I am afraid I will have to stay there for a very long timeÉ" he told me
and I saw that his sadness was great.

Trying to react to that bad news, I said him, with a forced humour, "But
at least, in those landsÉ you can finally find those natives that wander
in the forests and on the prairies in their natural state, without any
or very little clothes on themÉ"

"But you will not be with me any more!" Matthew said with a sob.

I can't say that in our relationship there was love, and yet that was a
bad stroke for both of us. It was a real loss, we sharply could feel it,
we both knew it. I then made a decision, possibly foolhardy and
imprudent, but that luckily didn't have bad consequences.

"Matthew, come with me." I said to him.

He didn't ask me where, he just followed me. We went upstairs and I led
him, for the first time, in my bedroom. I locked the door with the key
and he at once understood why I took him there. Without losing time, he
started to hastily free himself of his clothes, as I too did. We went
onto my bed and were at once one in the other's arms. For the first time
we could do it on a bed. I was feeling more intoxicated than if I went
too far in drinking my father's Port wine.

We united like two thirsty people, like two hungry men, with
incandescent passion and desire. For the first time I could make him
take me from front as Bill did that first time and as I liked. He too
asked me to take him in that same position.

Unluckily that was the last time we could be one in the arms of the
other. As he was busy with his departure preparations, I could see him
just twice and always in the presence of other people. We bid each other
the farewell feeling an oppressive weight on our heartsÉ and Matthew
left England.

A few months later, before I could really recover from the separation
from my friend, my father summoned me into his small study.

"William, I decided you will go and join your brother Charles in Africa.
The ship will leave next month. Therefore start to prepare your luggage.
You will take with you the minimum indispensable."

"Forgive me, father, why should I go to Africa? What will I do there?" I
asked, surprised by that decision whose reason I couldn't begin to
understand.

"It is good that you start having your experiences, that will make of
you a man. Charles is waiting for you. You will live with him at the
garrison where he is captain, in Accra, the administrative centre of our
Ghana Colony."

"But what would I do, once down there?" I asked trying to hide my
discontent.

"All that Charles will tell you to do. In my absence it will be he to
assume the responsibility of your education. Be obedient to him as you
would be to me, or else Charles will have to assume the needed measures
to make you behave in the way fitting with your social status."

This last veiled menace left me perplexed, "I have always been an
obedient son, father, you should acknowledge it."

"Yes, but you should not think, as Charles is your brother, you can
disobey him."

"Certainly not." I answered.

So, in 1668, at the age of seventeen, taking with me only eight trunks,
I boarded the three-mast "Seagull" leaving Portsmouth for Ghana. I was
given a cabin, small but very comfortable.

We were rounding the Pointe Saint Mathieu, where is the French port of
Brest, when I noticed a young sailor who was observing me with badly
hidden interest. I looked at him in my turn and thought that, in his
youthful roughness, he was a sensual fellow, rather charming. The subtle
play of glances was repeated on several occasions. Until, while we were
sailing by a Spanish port, the young sailor came near me, and leaned
with his hands on the rail of the deck parapet.

Pointing at the far port, he said, "The port of La Coru–a, sir."

I looked at him - he was smiling at me in a friendly way. A warm smile
that showed his strong set of teeth, slightly irregular but not in a
disturbing way. He had blue eyes that the sunlight made shine. His lips
had a saucy fold.

"It is a Spanish port, am I right?" I then asked him.

"Yes, our eternal enemiesÉ or at least competitors." the young man said.

His jacket with wide horizontal stripes and his white trousers hid the
shape of his body, but he had robust arms and neck, and I again thought
that this young man was oozing sensuality, also because of the pose he
assumed leaning on the railing and looking at me.

"Out first call will be Lisbon, if I am not wrong." I said, as I still
didn't want him to go away.

"Right so, sir. Do you know Lisbon?"

"NoÉ I never went out of England up to now. This is my first journey
abroad."

"It's a beautiful city. I know it well, as I have stopped there already
six times."

"How old are you? How long have you been sailing? What is your name?"

"I am twenty-one years old, sir. I've sailed since my fifteenth year. My
name is Bruce Molley, sir. I was born in Liverpool in a family of
sailors."

The abundance of information he was giving me made me guess that he too
didn't intend to leave yet.

"Did you say that Lisbon is beautiful? If we stop there long enough, I
would like to visit it."

"We will stay there a couple of days, as usual. If you want to visit it,
and if you content yourself with my person, I would be honoured to be
your guideÉ"

"I would be really grateful to you, Bruce. Really grateful."

"It will be a honourÉ and a pleasure being useful to you, Lord William."

"Do you know my name?" I asked, somewhat astounded.

"I dared asking your name to one of the officers, sir. I hope it doesn't
annoy you."

"No, why should it?" I answered with a friendly smile.

He smiled at me again, his eyes like a dart, "You are the youngest
passenger on board, sir. I noticed that you are always aloneÉ I thought
that you are possibly feeling boredÉ"

"Yes, it is true, I am getting a little bored. I am pleased I can talk
with youÉ" I said looking at him with renewed interest.

"Even though I am just a sailor?" he asked with an expression mid-way
between amazed and pleased.

"The power and the welfare of our nation is due also to sailors like
you. You sailors are therefore a precious element of our society." I
said looking at him from head to toe.

His smile increased, "Thank you, sir, you are very kind saying such
words."

"Do you like your life as a sailor?" I then asked him.

"Yes, I do. I can visit far lands and nations, so different from our
England. On board it is possible to meet interestingÉ and kind people
like you. And in the various ports, I can also have pleasurable
adventures."

"Pleasurable adventures? You meanÉ amorous adventures?"

"Also."

"A woman in each port, as I heard said?"

"There aren't only women, in the life of a manÉ" he answered and I
thought I could catch a light allusion in his words.

"Of course. Also an occasionalÉ friend can become agreeable companyÉ" I
said looking at him with an intense glance.

"Exactly so, sir, exactly so." Bruce answered nodding, serious, but his
eyes were still smiling.

We had other occasions to talk, and I gradually came to the conclusion
that we both were thinking, hoping the same way.

"Well, sir, we are about to arrive at Lisbon's portÉ I will now be very
busy with the manoeuvring. But when we have docked and the gangway is
lowered, I will come and look for you, to take you to visit the cityÉ"

"Yes, I will be really grateful to you."

"The quartermaster says we will stop one night in Lisbon. He asked us
who of us thinks to sleep on board and who downtownÉ I will sleep
downtown."

"I too would like to spend the night downtownÉ But I have no idea where
I can stop."

"If you content yourself with an inn for sailorsÉ you could stop where I
usually go. But possibly for you the place is too rough. It is just that
I don't know more refined placesÉ"

"Why not? It could be an interesting experience," I said, "sleeping
where you usually sleep."

"In this case, if you allow me giving you an advice, sir, it would be
better if you wore more simple, less showy clothes. Do you have any?"

I thought of my hunting clothes. Not using the boots and the feathered
hat, and not wearing under the jacket the shirt of fine cambric, it
could possibly be a simpler clothingÉ I told him, describing it to him,
and Bruce nodded.

"It could possibly be still somewhat elegant, but it could be good. I
will give you one of my broad sashes to use instead of your beltÉ what
do you think?"

"Very good."

Later, after the manoeuvres were finished, Bruce came to look for me. I
noticed that he didn't wear any more his usual work clothes but a more
tidy uniform.

"I wore my best uniform, sir, so that the difference between you and me
will be less conspicuous." he said giving me his sash.

I wrapped it around my waist, with his help, and finally we landed. He
made me visit some parts of the town, and meanwhile we were looking at
each other exchanging smiles almost like two friendsÉ And I was feeling
increasingly attracted to him.

At evening he took me to the inn where he was used to staying. We
ordered supper, then he called the inn boy and asked him if they had
free rooms. They were speaking Portuguese, therefore I couldn't
understand what they were saying. I saw that the inn boy was shaking his
head.

"He says that they unhappily have only one free room. I asked him if he
could advise me about other inns, but it seems that all are rather
crowded. Do you want to go back on board, sir?"

"NoÉ I decided to sleep here downtownÉ Couldn't we share the room they
have here?" I asked him, telling myself that it was luck.

"Well, yesÉ I can sleep on the floor and leave the bed to you, sir." he
said looking at me with the same intensity with which at times he had
looked at me on board.

"You are very kindÉ but is the bed they have so narrow? There isn't room
for two people on it?"

"Being a little squeezed, possiblyÉ but I wouldn't presume toÉ"

"I don't like the thought of you sleeping on the floorÉ we will be
squeezed, if the case is soÉ" I said readily, then added, "Couldn't we
go to see it, and then make a decision?"

"Of course." He said.

He made a sign to the inn boy and told him something in Portuguese.

The boy took a lantern and led us up a narrow wooden staircase. He
opened a door and showed us the room. It was small, the bed was narrower
than the one where I slept at home, but wider than the one that was in
my cabin on board of the ship, and it took almost all the room. There
was also a stool with a candle and a jug of water on it.

"To me it is all right, we both can stay in it." I said at once,
thinking that at least in it, it was impossible to avoid the contact of
our bodies. "Tell the inn boy we take it. It is on me."

The boy lit the candle and went out, closing the door behind him. I
slipped the bolt, locking it. I turned and Bruce was looking at me. He
had taken off his cap and was turning it in his hands.

"Do you already feel like sleeping, sir?" Bruce asked me and his voice
seemed to be lower and warmer than usual, and made me feel a long quiver
all long my spine.

"Not yet, but I desire to lie down. We walked very much." I said, and
started to take off my clothes, hanging them on the pegs that were on
the wall.

Bruce was still standing still, and was continuing to look at me.

"Aren't you undressing?" I then asked him.

"If you are not annoyedÉ" the young sailor answered.

"On the contraryÉ" I said to him with a sly smile, "I am curious to see
what you are hiding under those clothes."

As I hoped, Bruce took off everything he wore, and soon was standing
there, near me, as naked as he was born. I was instead still wearing my
long underpants. Bruce came closer to me and without the least
hesitation, pulled the strings opening them.

"It is not only you, sir, who desire to see what is hidden under the
clothesÉ" he said in a sensual tone. "You are really beautiful!" he then
said, admiring my nudity now fully exposed, and with a hand caressed my
penis that was already raising its head, "Also here, you are very well
made." he then added.

I seized him at his muscled arms and leaned against him - I was
impatient to touch his strong body with all of mine. I felt his
beautiful virile rod pushing strongly against me and the warmth of his
body at once put on fire my desire.

"The bed is not at all too narrowÉ" I murmured, quivering.

"No, it is of the fairly right sizeÉ" he said caressing my buttocks,
then one of his fingers started to explore my furrow, to rummage in it.

I strongly shuddered and adhered more against him.

"Do you like?" he asked me in a low voice.

"Yes, I like itÉ and I am longing to discover how wide can be the
experience of a sailorÉ of a sailor handsome as you are!"

"Do you think I am handsome?" he asked, pleased.

"Yes, and desirable. Since I first saw you on the ship I dreamed that it
could happenÉ exactly what is happening."

"I too, I have to confess to you. The way you were looking at me made my
hope light, and awakened my fantasies. Do you knowÉ I can't count any
more how many times I had the chance of a good fuckÉ but you are the
first lord with whom I can do it."

"All naked as we are, no more lord and no more sailor exists, don't you
think?" I asked him, teasing his nipples that at once hardened under my
fingertips.

Bruce laid on the bed and pulled me on top of him, "What do you like to
do?" he asked me with a rascally smile.

"Everything. Anything two males filled with lust can be with each other.
And you?"

"The same is true for me, WilliamÉ Can I call you using just your name,
can't I?"

"Of course. In a short while your flesh will be inside me, and mine
inside youÉ and our enjoyment will be the same, thereforeÉ what sense
would it be to keep such social conventions?"

"So, then, when nobody can hear us, I can call you with only your name?"
he asked me merrily and astounded, and also a little unbelieving.

"Of course. Don't you think it would be funny if you had to ask me -
Would you please allow me to push my cock inside your arse, Lord
Moriesson?"

Bruce laughed and also his fresh and amused laughter seemed to me
arousing!

He made me turn upside down on top of him so that each of us could take
care of the hard rod of his companion with his mouth and we started to
give pleasure to each other. Undoubtedly the young sailor was an expert.

He then wanted me to go first and I took him - he laid on his belly,
spread his legs and with an excited voice asked me to take him. I didn't
need to be told twice. The vision of his beautiful muscled bottom
slightly hairy had the power to increase my desire. While I was taking
him, he encouraged me with low and warm moaning of pleasure, and pushed
his pelvis upwards to give more vigour to my strokes.

When I was sated in his warm and welcoming deepness, he made me go on
all four, kneeling at my back, and penetrated me, pulling with both
hands on my shoulders. At the beginning he was taking me with slow and
long strokes, but gradually his pushes became shorter and faster, until
he reached the rhythm of a fast gallop. I liked his impetuosity, and how
all my body was shaken by his virile pushes. And when he too reached the
peak of pleasure, he pushed his entire rod inside me pulling me against
him, remaining still and tense, until he totally unloaded inside me,
emitting a low and long moaning from the intensity of his pleasure.

We parted and laid down. Bruce wrapped me with his legs and arms.

In a low voice, he asked me, "Did you like it, William?"

"Very much. And you, did you like me?"

"Yes, but I didn't have any doubt. Your eyes already told me it would be
really good doing it with you."

He blew on the candle and we fell asleep in each other's arms. It was
the first time I could sleep in the arms of a man and this gave me a
subtle and really good feeling.

The following morning he woke up before me then awakened me by resuming
to make love with me. Never was a waking up more pleasant. I at once
devoted myself to him, and we again gave each other intense mutual
pleasure.

While we were putting on our clothes, I asked him, "Can we go on having
sex also on board?"

"We certainly can. It will be enough I come in your cabin. The berth
will be narrowÉ and we cannot sleep togetherÉ but to have sex, it would
be good all the same."

"But if the others see you come to my cabin, what will they think?"

Bruce smiled, "The other sailors know very well why a sailor goes in a
passenger's cabin, they will not be astounded at all and they will say
nothing. It will be enough if the other passengers or the officers don't
see me come to your cabin. But this also will be anything but difficult,
believe me."

"Did you get in the cabins of many passengers?" I asked him while we
were leaving the room.

"Not on every journeyÉ but quite often. Many passengers know that a
sailor seldom steps back, when the occasion arisesÉ"

We met in secret all the length of the journey, almost every day. He
passed by the corridor where the door of my cabin was and if nobody was
in sight, he opened the door, slipped inside and closed it behind him.
When we were both satisfied, I went to open the door and if the way was
clear, gave him the sign to quickly go out. Nobody ever saw us.

We finally reached Accra port, in Ghana, where my brother Charles was
waiting for me.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 4

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