Date: Sat, 2 Oct 2010 16:44:18 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Secret Memories of Lord Moriesson 19/20 (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 19 - How I resigned myself to pay street boys

One of the reasons why I rented that room in Bristol, besides giving a
safe shelter to Lukas, was the advice that the cavalry captain Dale gave
me. In fact I was feeling the need, in spite that I was then forty-one
years old, to get something more than a few, sporadic, lucky encounters
once in a long while.

I therefore started to go three or four times each month to Bristol, to
look for one of those boys who sold their graces behind the cathedral.
It was true - there were always several of them there. Their age was
between thirteen and about twenty. Some of them were even handsome and
desirable.

So, in 1693, amongst others, I met Josh, a twenty year old boy that I
took to that room several times, as he was handsome, was good at making
love, and also because he was the older of five brothers he had to
support, as they were orphaned at a young age. To earn enough money,
during the day he worked as a docker at the port, and in the evening he
offered himself on the street.

Josh was a Welsh boy, tall and slender, possibly a little too thin, but
with a sensual body. He had a nice pole, but what struck me was that,
while his hair was dark brown and sleek, the hair on his groin was curly
and blondÉ For the rest, his body was hairless like I prefer, besides a
very light fair down on his forearms and legs.

The first time I saw Josh, while as Dale told me, I was walking and
making some coins jingle in my hand, even though I thought he was an
interesting boy, I was walking on hoping to find something better.

But the boy approached me and, almost shyly, said, "Sir, may I offer you
my services?"

"I don't know, boyÉ I want to walk some more, and if when I am back I
find you still here, possiblyÉ"

"Sir, I pray youÉ You will not regret, if you would put me to the testÉ"
he insisted with a beseeching glance.

All summed up that boy was not bad, and I was unable to resist his
beseeching. "All right. Follow me." I then said to him.

We took the ferry. When we were in my room, he asked me, "Tell me what
you want me to do, sirÉ"

"Let's undress and come onto the bed with meÉ" I said.

Naked, lying side by side, I caressed his handsome but skinny body.

"How do you like me to give you pleasure, sir?" Josh asked.

"It's up to you. Busy yourself and let's see if you deserve my coinsÉ" I
answered.

He leaned on my body and started to suck my nipples, while caressing me
all over my body. He then went down on my belly, and finally went to
take care of my hard rod. He licked it with some skill, it was clear he
had experience. He took its head between his lips making the prepuce
slip down and working the glans so uncovered with his tongue, while with
his two hands he was teasing my nipples and gently kneading my
testicles.

He then dove taking it entirely in his mouth, making it reach his
throat, and started to bob his head. He was giving me much pleasure, he
was skilled. After some time, I pushed him away from there.

"Lie on your belly, now. I want to fuck you."

"Yes, sirÉ Did you like it up to now?" he asked looking at me with an
interrogative expression.

"Yes, boy. But now I want something moreÉ serious."

"Of course, sir." he said and quickly lied down, spreading his legs and
also his buttocks with both hands, and waited.

I went on top and down on him, penetrating him with one only, continuous
push. When I was totally immersed into him, Josh made his anus throb and
tossed his pelvis lightly. I then, placing my hands at his sides and my
knees between his legs, started to hammer inside him. At each of my
strokes he emitted a low moan, and pushed his bottom upwards.

I made him turn his head and kissed him deeply in his mouth. He returned
my kiss, sucking my tongue and continuing to lowly moan. I guessed he
was not doing so just for his trade, but that he was really enjoying it,
and this increased my pleasure. When I felt I was too close to my
orgasm, I pulled out of him and made him turn on his back, laid on top
of him and kissed him again.

"You like doing it, boy, don't you? You aren't doing it only for the
money, am I wrong?" I asked him.

"You are right, sir. But do you like doing it with me?"

"Yes, I like you. How long have you been doing this, Josh?"

"Since I was thirteen, sir, and my younger brother was six years old. My
mother died, and then my father took me on his pallet and fucked me
every night. But that I do it for moneyÉ it is since I was fifteen, sir,
after my father also died."

"ButÉ did you like doing it with your father?" I asked him, amazed.

"Yes, sir, he was good at doing it, he always fucked me with much careÉ
differently from some of my customers. He was a handsome man, and still
young, and he needed to have a body in his armsÉ to loveÉ He kissed me,
as you did, sir. Almost none of my customers ever do that."

"If you ate some more, Josh, you would be a really perfect boyÉ" I said
to him.

"I have first to feed my younger brothersÉ if something remains, I too
eat."

I made him fold his legs upwards making his ankles lean on my shoulders,
and took him again, from before. I caressed his chest and he caressed
mine. Once in a while I bent down to kiss him. And finally I came inside
him.

"You didn't come yet, JoshÉ"

"It doesn't matter, sirÉ and if this evening I can possibly find another
customer, it would be betterÉ if you don't mind."

"I liked you Josh. The next times, if I find you, I will always choose
you." I said, and on top of the usual fee, I counted him out two more
coins.

I didn't always find him, but I kept my promise - each time he was
waiting behind the cathedral, I took him with me, and he too, when he
saw me, came to offer me his services.

About one year later, I was then forty-three years old, I met another
interesting boy. His name was Ryan, he was eighteen years old, had a
thick head of black hair like a Saxon and intense eyes like a scamp.
Differently from Josh, who made love with calm and warm tenderness, Ryan
in bed was a little devil, really pleasurable. He gave pleasure to his
customers but it was clear that he too was very much amused.

He had offered his services for only one year that is from when, in the
High Church Seminary of Bristol, he had been caught in the bed of one of
his preceptorsÉ The man had been thrown in jail with the charge of
sodomy; the boy had been chased away from the seminary, and also from
his house, by his family, rich shopkeepers, who were ashamed of him.
Therefore Ryan now earned his bread selling his body.

The first time I saw him, it was him who approached me. I had uselessly
tried to find Josh, and was sitting on the long stone seat that was
around the apse. He came in front of me.

"Sir, this evening Josh can't come. Would you like to have me in his
place?"

"Did Josh send you? Did he find another customer?" I asked him,
surprised.

"No, sir. His second brother has been ill for three days and Josh is
taking care of himÉ I noticed that you always choose him, and as he
can't comeÉ"

"Is his brother's illness serious?"

"No, not so much. Josh paid a doctor who told him that his brother would
heal. Well, then, do you want me?"

He had a carefree and likeable air, a little cheeky, that I liked. So I
stood up and told him to follow me. I took him to my house in Cardiff.
While I was undressing myself, he was already naked, sitting on the bed,
his legs spread and was slowly masturbating himself and looking at me
with a little smile.

"Do you like what you see, sir?" he asked me.

"Not bad at all, Ryan, not bad at all." I answered, returning his smile
and finishing undressing myself.

He looked at my already hard rod, "Yes, I can see that. But I bet that
you are more interested in my small arse, aren't you?" he asked.

"I don't have particular preferences, but I think I would enjoy itÉ Turn
around and let me see it."

He went on his knees on the bed and spread his buttocks, "So, then, what
do you think? Isn't it inviting?"

"It really is. Stay soÉ" I said and, standing near the edge of the bed,
I took him at his waist and pulled him to me, sinking into him.

"Wow! Powerful! Bang me, make me feel how strong, how virile you are!"

"Tell me, Ryan, were you doing this also with your preceptor?" I asked
starting to "bang" him with a will.

"Yes, I did. The first time it hurt, I was not used to itÉ but I also
liked it. Do you know, it was aÉ a fair pain. And gradually there was
only pleasure. Do you like, then, my small arse?"

"Yes, I like it."

"And I like your beautiful mace and how you use it! HarderÉ soÉ Josh is
lucky having found a man like youÉ Oh, yesÉ so!"

He was tossing and rocking against my groin, his head turned back to
look at me, smiling at me, pleased.

"If you like it so muchÉ" I jested, "You should pay me!"

"Don't pull my leg, sir! I am earning my bread. If I love my job, it is
just luck, not everybody can say the same."

"Don't worry, I was just joking."

"But happily you are not joking with your mace" he said with a giggle.

With one hand I seized his beautiful hard pole and with the other I
teased his small, hard nipples. Ryan moaned happily and made his anus
pulse strongly.

"Sir, there is another way the sir my preceptor liked to fuck me there
in the seminary. Do you want to try it?"

"How is it?"

"At put-out-candle."

"That is?"

"Did you ever see in the church, when the sacristan passes to put out
all the candles with that long pole with a metal cone on the top? He
goes up and down with it on the row of candlesÉ You lie down on your
bed, on your back, and your pole is the candle, and I go up and down to
put it outÉ Do you want to try it?"

I laughed, "Why not! I didn't know it was called thatÉ it is clear that
you are an expert on priests and churchesÉ" I said, pulling out of him.

"YesÉ the sir my preceptor ended up in jail, the poor manÉ but I well
know that other of the priests did it with we seminarians, and also the
seminarians did it between themÉ and do it often. Good, soÉ And nowÉ"

He stood up astride my pelvis, then he crouched down placing his hands
at his back and while on his suggestion I was keeping my "candle"
straight up, he went down on it, and started to move up and down with a
fast rhythm, his head bent backwards. His pole was bouncing at each of
his movements, so I took it in my hand so that, at the same time, I was
masturbating him.

"Yes, so, sir! In a short while my candle will also get its shareÉ"

"But so, instead of putting it out, I think I will put it onÉ" I joked,
enjoying his vigorous ride on my rod.

"No, they are already onÉ they will be put out, you will see, as soon as
the white, liquidÉ smoke comes out from them!" Ryan giggled.

It was a really agreeable encounter, so after that first time, whenever
Josh was not there I took Ryan with me to my place. That first time,
after we were sated, I asked Ryan to take me to Josh's house. The latter
was surprised to see me. I asked him how his brother was, then, hiding
from Ryan, I put some coins in his hands, telling him to take good care
of his brother. Josh thanked me, deeply moved.

That same year, 1694, Lukas ended his studies. I then proposed to him to
become my secretary. He accepted at once with joy and gratitude, and
also his parents thanked me very much.

Even though Lukas was just eighteen, he was a very good acquisition; he
carried out his work with seriousness, precision and dedication, and he
also had elegant writing. I was very happy with him. He assisted me both
for my personal things and for the factory business. Each time I took
one of the boys home from Bristol, it was Lukas who paid them after they
had satisfied me.

I turned forty-four, and it was 1695. Josh had found a good job for his
second brother, and now that they could work together, Josh stopped
walking the streets. I was glad for him. But Ryan was also no longer
there, as he had moved to London.

So I looked for another boy, as even if at times I liked a variation in
my "diet", I liked better to have a more or less steady boy to pay and
take to my home.

So, one day I saw a new boy. He was a little older than the others, he
was twenty-one years old. He was a slender but strong boy, he had sad
eyes but of a beautiful golden-green colour, sensual lips, a straight
nose on a face slightly squared. He had beautiful, soft curled hair of a
light brown and, also this time I was amazed, the hair on his pubes were
sparse, sleek and dark brownÉ

When the first time I passed in front of him and making the coins jingle
I looked in his eyes, the boy lowered them, so that I though he was not
one of the boys, but then raised them again and looked at me.

With a hesitant voice he asked, "Does the sir desire my services?"

"Yes, come with me." I said to him, going towards the house of the
widow.

Contrarily to the other boys, he didn't walk at my side, but a couple
steps behind me, so that at times, turning at a street corner, I looked
back to be sure he was following me. I took him upstairs, had him enter
my room and shut the door. The boy remained near the door-jamb, looking
at the floor.

"What's your name, boy?" I asked him as usual, as I always liked to know
the name of who came in bed with me, and also a little about who they
were, what life they had.

"Ben Clay, sir."

"I never saw you there, before. Did you hustle somewhere else?"

"No, sir, it is just a month that IÉ I do the trade."

"ButÉ do you like it or you do it just for money, Ben?"

"I need moneyÉ but I also like doing it."

"When did you discover you like it, Ben?" I asked starting to undress.

The boy saw I was taking off my clothes, so he too started to undress,
"I was fifteen years oldÉ" he answered.

I had judged well, Ben had a handsome body and also his jewels were
beautiful. Undressing he let his few and poor clothes fall on the floor
higgledy-piggledy, but when he saw that I carefully folded my clothes,
he picked them up, folded them and put them on a low stool he had near
him.

I took him to my bed. At first I thought I chose the wrong boy, as he
meekly let me do all I wanted, but he didn't seem to participate. But
then he gradually got over it and at first shyly, then more freely, he
started to take his initiative, making it some more agreeable for me.

I hadn't yet kissed him, as only when I feel a strong attraction is it
spontaneous for me to do it. But Ben kissed me - a wonderful kiss,
sensual, deep, long, that had the power to arouse me very much.

He then said, "You kiss very well, sirÉ"

"You do to." I said caressing him.

"Tuker never kissed me, there in the jailÉ" he said then became silent
and looked at me with a worried expression.

"Have you been in jail, Ben?" I gently asked him.

"Yes, sir." he admitted, lowering his eyes.

"Do you feel like telling me why?" I asked caressing him and gently
embracing him.

"If you wantÉ I was fifteen. I don't know who my father was, my mother
was a washerwoman there at the riverÉ she drownedÉ I was hungryÉ I stole
a loaf of bread from the baker's but I was caughtÉ so I was thrown in
jailÉ for five yearsÉ As soon as I was put in, those men jumped on meÉ
They fucked me all night longÉ they were hurting me, I was cryingÉ they
were so manyÉ the warden saw it and burst into laughterÉ he told me that
I just got what I deservedÉ They did so for several days.

"But then one day Bart Tuker took me with him and said that I belonged
to him and that only he could fuck meÉ he was in for having murdered
several peopleÉ therefore everybody feared him. But Tuker treated me
well, and also when he did it with me, he always made sure that I too
enjoyed it, that it was good for me too. And he shared his food with me.
So I was his boy for five years. But he never kissedÉ"

"Five years of jail for a piece of bread?" I asked thinking it was a
huge punishment, especially for a boy just fifteen years old, who was
orphaned and who moreover was hungry.

"It was an entire loaf of bread, sir, just taken out of the oven." Ben
said and his specification made me smile.

"I see. And then? What happened when you were freed? About one year ago,
if I'm not wrong."

"I looked for a job. But everybody knew that I had been in jail because
I stole, so nobody gave me a jobÉ at most some errands at times, but
they don't trust me. I didn't want to steal again, as I don't want to go
to jail againÉ soÉ this is why I do the tradeÉ"

"But you told me that you like it, even though those men raped youÉ"

"It was Tuker who made me come to like it. He was big and stout, rude,
he had black glancesÉ but he always treated me very well, sir. Inside he
was not a bad man. He made me enjoy itÉ But he never kissed meÉ"

"So, then, who taught you to kiss?" I asked him.

"Another boyÉ a few months agoÉ and I liked it very much. If the sir
wants to fuck me in the arseÉ I take it willinglyÉ" he then said.

I had him lie on his side, his legs curled up, I laid at his back and
took him so, raising my torso a little and making him turn his
shoulders, so that I could kiss him while taking him. He started to
masturbate himself, but I moved his hand away and took care of his nice
warm, strong peg. As soon as I came inside him, he too unloaded in my
hand, moaning while I continued to kiss him.

"Thank you, sir." he said when we parted.

"Thank you, Ben? And for what?" I asked him, slightly astounded.

"For having had sex with meÉ like if you cared for me and not just like
if I were an animal to mountÉ" he said.

I ruffled his hair, "You are a good boy, Ben. Each time I come to
Bristol, I will always look for you."

"Don't you live in Bristol sir?"

"No, I live in Cardiff, but I come quite often to BristolÉ"

"It's close by, it takes little time to come here." he said then asked,
"Now, sir, may I dress again?"

So, after that first time, I went almost always with him. He gradually
opened up to me, became more spontaneous and also more pleasurable
during our encounters.

1696 came, that is last year, the last of my notes.

I just turned forty-five. I decided to go to Bristol to find Ben and to
amuse myself with him or with another boy. I went to the cathedral and
started to tour the lanes behind it, always making my coins jingle, and
passing them from a hand to the other, in the usual signal. There were
less boys than usual, possibly because weather was rainy, and therefore
also less gentlemen were wandering along those lanes.

I already did a complete tour without seeing Ben, therefore I started to
look around to choose a substitute for that evening.

I saw a light blond boy, his hair gathered at his back in a ponytail. He
had big, luminous eyes of a beautiful intense blue. His lips were soft
and delicate and made me feel the desire to kiss them. He was serious,
but serene. He looked at the passers-by with straight and frank glances,
evaluating them, even without having a cheeky expression. I at once felt
attracted to him.

When our eyes met, the boy came towards me and greeted me with the usual
sentence, "May I offer you my services, sir?"

"Yes, boy, surely. Come with me."

He walked at my side but a half step behind, like a page would do with
his master. He was dressed in a really poor way, as almost all the boys
who offered themselves in that area, but he was extremely clean.

When we were in Cardiff, and went to my bedroom, I asked him his name
and how old he was.

"My name is Tom Scott, sir, and I am seventeen years old. Should I
undress, or would you prefer to undress me?"

I liked his air, so frank, direct but respectful, without being servile.
I thought that, at least at a first superficial evaluation, he seemed to
be one of the best boys I ever found in those lanes.

"You will undress me, and I you, Tom. I thought you were olderÉ"

"The sir likes older boys better?" he asked, starting to open my
clothes.

"Yes, but you too will possibly be all rightÉ" I answered starting to
take off his clothes.

I was slightly surprised seeing that Tom was the first of those boys of
a low social level who also wore underwear, very old but clean too. Up
to then none of the boys I found on the streets wore underpants, besides
Ryan the former seminarian. I asked myself if by chance he was coming
from a family of a certain levelÉ As we got naked, we laid on the bed.
With pleasure I saw that Tom was already fully aroused, as was I also. I
embraced him.

"Before starting, Tom, would you feel like telling me something about
yourself? I always liked knowing something about the boys I choose, even
if it is just once. Of course, if you want to tell me. I would rather
get a no than that you invent some pitiful story just to scrounge a few
more coins from me."

"No, sir, no risks of thatÉ the agreed fee remains what it is. What can
I tell youÉ My mother died delivering me, I was her first and last
child. My father married again when I was, I think, three or four years
old. From his second wife he had three children, two step sisters and a
step brother. Then, two years ago, my father died. My step mother threw
me out of the house, as she said that she could barely feed her three
childrenÉ"

"And so you started to hustleÉ"

"No, not at once, sirÉ At first I worked in a shop. My father had worked
as a wig maker and when he died, his master took me in his place. But
that manÉ besides making me braid hair for the wigs, wanted at all costs
to take me to his bedÉ and I really didn't want toÉ So I left."

"You don't want to go to bed with a man, but now you do the trade?" I
asked him, somewhat unbelieving.

"Don't you see, sir, I understood that I like men when I was fourteen,
that is one year before my father died. I did it, and more than
willingly, with the son of a joiner who had his shop near our house, a
twenty-two year old boy. Yes, I liked doing it with him. He taught me,
and doing it with him was beautiful. And now, doing the trade, I can
choose the customer with whom I prefer to goÉ I may earn a little less,
that is true, but at leastÉ My master was a man who disgusted me, he was
hideous. He never washed himself, he stunk, he stunk of beer, of rancid
sweatÉ and also his manners wereÉ rude, coarse, boorishÉ He didn't want
to amuse himself with me, but just use meÉ Just think thatÉ he wanted
even to piss on me to amuse himselfÉ I really didn't feel like accepting
to go with him!"

"I can understand you. And do you still meet that boy, the son of the
joiner?"

"No, he enlisted as a sailor when I was sixteen, and I haven't see him
since. NowÉ I am with another boyÉ He is a really sweet boy, who really
loves me, and I love him."

That day our conversation ended there, and we made love. I liked him
very much. So I started to alternate Ben with Tom, taking the first of
them I met with me.

Once, about the end of last year, I was with Tom; chatting with him as
usual, he said, "Do you know, sir, my boy and I are saving some money,
because we would like to leave the cellar where we are now living, as it
is dark and damp, really uncomfortableÉ We would like to be able to rent
a room, even a small one like this."

"What job does your boy do?"

"He walks the street like me. He earns a little more money than me, and
at first it was him who helped me, and last year, as I was ill, he spent
all his savings to pay a doctor to treat me. He really loves me, and I
love him. We met on the streetÉ he had just started the trade, as he
couldn't find a jobÉ I taught him all I knew about the trade. Just think
that I even had to teach him how to kissÉ"

This last sentence made me curious, "Would you tell me what is the name
of your boy?" I then asked him.

"His name id BenÉ" he answered.

"Ben Clay? Who is twenty-two?" I then asked him.

"Do you know him, sir?" he asked, slightly astounded.

"When I can't see you, I look for him, and when I can't see him, I look
for you. I didn't know you were lovers!"

"Ben told me that he has a customer he likes better than all the othersÉ
oh, yesÉ then he was talking about youÉ"

I don't know why, but I was seized by a strong emotion.

"Tell me, Tom, if both of you found a good job, would you like to stop
walking the streets? Live together quietly and safely? Make love only
between you two?"

"It would be a dream, sir. But who do you think would give us a job?  He
a former jailbird, and I who, besides plaiting hair, am not able to do
anything. At a certain point I even thought to enlist in the army or in
the navy. But I didn't want to leave my BenÉ"

"Tom, do you know where Ben is now?"

"I think in Bristol, with a customer, sir."

"When you both have finished, where do you meet?"

"There in the lane behind the cathedral, then we go back home together."

"Would you please go back to Bristol with me to wait for him?"

"Don't you want to make love first, sir?"

"Not this time. My secretary will give you your coins anyway, like
usual, but let's go back to Bristol to wait for him."

"As you like, sirÉ" Tom said somewhat perplexed.

We dressed again, went to take the ferry and went together to wait for
Ben. When he came, he was a little surprised to see us together.

I then said to the two boys, "Listen, I know both of you very well; you,
Ben, for two years and you, Tom, for one year and I like both of you
very muchÉ and I don't mean only for sex. I have therefore decided that
if you move to Cardiff, I will offer you both a job in my factory. I can
give you a good wage, I think more than what you can earn now, and I
will also find a dignified room for you to live inÉ and to make love
between you without needing to sell yourselves to other menÉ and neither
to me, of course. Do you accept?"

"Why are you offering this, sirÉ if you don't want to take advantage of
it to have us in your bed?" Tom asked me.

"Because I learned to appreciate both of you as persons. I like you. And
because when two beings are in love, they should be able to love each
other without hindrancesÉ Be careful, I will not give you anything for
nothing, you will have to earn your money working honestly. But if you
acceptÉ I would be happy."

They accepted, and now they work in my factory. Ben became very skilled
using the loom with twelve healds; Tom instead is a very skilled warper.
I also found for them a nice small and cheap room close to the factory.
The two boys are grateful to me, and for me it is a real pleasure to
help them, possibly even greater than the pleasure I could get from them
in bed. And out of respect for their mutual love, I never again asked
them to have sex with me.

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