Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2006 19:30:03 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Codpieces Hide a Lot" by Jay Roberts Gay Historical This is not a fishing story little ones, ones under 16 years of age, therefore you must leave. Lorenzo strode along the Grand Canal area watching to see that the Doge's edict of January 6, 1582 was not compromised. Ten o'clock all citizens of Venetia must be off the streets, and canal ways if they are eighteen years old or less. Of course Lorenzo had legal authority to be out of his house, he was a junior member of the Duke's uniformed force charged with the duty of maintaining order. Now Lorenzo was just seventeen, and unfortunately appeared even younger, but the uniform and the large beret made his seem someone of maturity and authority. Lorenzo was a example of Venetian male beauty. He had the typical thick, shiny black eyelashes and glistening, dark brown eyes. His face was like some of the church frescos of the holy family: tan, smooth skin, sensuous, full lips and the nose of a voluptuary, full and long with flaring nostrils. Wait! He thought he heard the sound of footfalls echoing against the tall palazzos on either side. He slowed and tiptoed to the source. There trying to hide in a dark alley was a figure. He called authoritatively, "You illegal scoundrel, show yourself. I am a constituted guardian of the law. Show yourself or I shall draw my blade." A moment later a young fellow, shaking in fear stepped from the deep shadows. Lorenzo took him to be about fifteen years of age. He was shivering both from fear, but also because he was so lightly attired. His legs were not covered in hose, but bare, and his upper body was lightly covered in a meshed shirt. "What are you doing here?" The boy struggled to gain composure and coughed many times. "My master has expelled me from the household. I was thrown out into the street with only the pitifully inadequate garments I am wearing." "You must be a thief. You must have stolen from your master. Why were you kicked in the rear and expelled?" "I did steal, but it was only a kiss from my mistress. I am scantly dressed because this is the way I go about the house. My mistress opportuned me as you see me." Lorenzo stared at the boy's bare shoulders and lovely face, and young slim body. He did not fail to notice the very full cod piece of striped material the buttons barely able to contain the boy's weapon. "Your name!" shouted Lorenzo into the boy's face. "Mario," he said in a small, soft voice that Lorenzo thought charming and somewhat melted his fierceness. "I see you have blonde hair. Hair like that is usually seen in Firenze." He also thought that the lad resembled the statue of David there in front of the Palazzo della Signoria. "Si, I am from that city." "Are you a lover of men as all the Florence men are, I understand?" "I wish it were true, Sir, but I was starved for male companions. May I be emboldened to ask if you find me comely?" "You are quite pleasing and as you see my doublet is indiscrete in reaction to you." Mario now relaxed as his charmed were conquering another, man or woman, as he was accustomed. He smiled, exposing beautiful white even teeth and stuck his tongue out and waggled it as the young official who was beginning to breathe loudly. Mario reached a slim tan hand to the two top buttons on his codpiece and opened them. Lorenzo moaned it appreciation and stepped closer. He reached out his strong hand and grabbed the contents of the codpiece with authority and passion. Mario also began panting slightly as he opened the remaining buttons. He was wearing no undergarment and the large pale penis was revealed, snuggled inside. "Ah, that is a large cod fish in your cod piece," Lorenzo said, and reached for it, uncurling it and drawing it out into the night air. "Do you like to have your fish filleted?" Mario now was almost huffing and puffing. "Oh yes, do marinate it with your official tongue. That would be very pleasant." Lorenzo sunk to his knees and sniffed the open codpiece. It emitted and delightful odor of unwashed boy flesh. He had a long tongue and he unfurled it to lick the head of Mario's prong. Mario gasped in pleasure. His cock began to unfurl and reach out into the night air and his sheath rolled back exposing a wet head with a diamond of his essence catching the moonlight. There was no time for coquettishness. He reached toward the warm sausage and let it rest on his palm. It was long and fat. He stuffed it, still only half hard, into his hot mouth and began a vigorous sucking and licking, moaning over his prize. Mario, on his part, closed his eyes and let the waves of pleasure wash over him. He considered himself lucky, denied the hot cunt of his mistress yet now enjoying the hot mouth of the handsome young policeman. Fate is strange he thought. Lorenzo's sergeant was also patrolling the canals. As he rounded the serpentine alleys of Venice he came upon a strange sight. There was a unformed member of his squad, bent over servicing the prong of a civilian boy. The boy did not see him as his eyes were closed in heavenly rapture and his mouth was open in sighs and moans. He was only a boy, the Sergeant Viglio realized, a very pretty boy, probably a servant from a nearby canal house. The boy's was cooing and sighing prettily. But it was the arse of the sucker that attracted the Sergeant. It was articulated and had a lovely cleft between the halves. He felt his large tool begin to vibrate in arousal. He had nothing to deter him. He was the superior here. He wasted no time, he opened the tie on his uniform pants and let his pants slide down his hairy, muscular legs. His prong jumped out and he quickly pulled the striped hose of the sucking young man down. Oh, he thought, the boy has lovely legs, hairless and muscular and smooth. The ass glowed in the moonlight like junior moons. Lorenzo had been so busy suckling the youth, he only now became aware of the young man behind him. He glanced back. He knew the Sergeant immediately, who had a reputation of cruelty to inferiors. He felt the cool air hit his bared arse and then the rough fingers of Viglio probing his damp cleft and rubbing the entrance to his canal. He had never been fucked. It terrified him, but the insistent fingers raised his desire. Soon a thick finger intruded roughly, searching around and finding the source of a man's pleasure. Once that button is pushed, no man can resist begging to have his bum pierced and soon Lorenzo, spittle dripping from his lips called plaintively, "Sergeant, you are driving me mad with your preliminary explorations. Please, please gird yourself and introduce your hot organ into my bottom. The Sergeant laughed as he faced another victory. Mario woke from his sexually induced stupor and saw what was happening. He knew all about fucking. He had been fucked by his brothers from age six onward. He knew that Lorenzo was about to learn the exquisite thrill of a man's penis in his rear. Viglio, with a cry of triumph pushed forward. Lorenzo cried out in pain and alarm. Mario cooed to him, "Keep sucking me, it will make you forget the pain and soon you will be transported into paradise." The Sergeant began a slow fucking of the beautiful ass. He was drooling and humming in pleasure. This was an ass for the ages, he thought. Suddenly Lorenzo called out, "Oh Zeus, I am feeling heaven in my arse. Something wonderful is happening. My whole body is trembling from the feeling. Sergeant, don't be careful with me. My thrill will be your hard treatment. Do what you will with me." Viglio hardly needed that encouragement, he had long since passed the realm of reason and he began a mad fucking, slamming the poor boy's arse over and over. Lorenzo loved it. He asked for the punishment to be harder and faster. He was now almost shouting his pleasure. All this began too much for the young Mario. He began a fucking motion with his hips as his orgasm came speeding to him. At last he could no longer keep it at bay and he screamed and began spewing sweet boy milk into Lorenzo's mouth. Lorenzo felt this and he felt his own orgasm overtake him. He bucked and groaned and spew on the ground. As his anis clamped and unclamped, Viglio could no long contain his own cumming. He delivered great quantities of thick cum into the boy's hole. Viglio stood, pulled his hose up and smiled at the two boys who looked frightened as they thought the officer was deciding their fate. "Lorenzo, these chilly nights are not a good way for you to spend your time. I am going to give you a stripe and press you into service as my clerk. It is warm in my quarters and you will be well treated and well loved. As for you, you rascal, Mario by name, I will return you to your master and I will warn him to treat you well and forgive you. Mario kissed his hand. Soon the three walked from the dark alley, their arms about each other, whispering where they might meet again and continue their sexual education. End I hope you like the idea of the codpiece.