Date: Thu, 6 Aug 2009 22:57:38 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Other Part of the World 14/16 (historical)

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THE OTHER PART OF THE WORLD
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2009
written on January 12, 2002
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by Bert Carley

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE OTHER PART OF THE WORLD" 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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Part IV - Chapter 14 - The discovery of a new world

Manoel was feeling more and more attracted towards Girolamo. Especially
now that he knew him better, now that the boy was cleaned up, dressed
conveniently and had also put on a little more weight, and found back
his full good physical shape. He was a gentle and good boy, of a very
agreeable company, intelligent... and decidedly beautiful.

Notwithstanding the attraction that Manoel was feeling for him, he never
attempted anything with his guest, as he felt it would be improper, he
would have felt like if he profited of that boy and of the gratitude
Girolamo was feeling towards him.

A beautiful friendship was blossoming between them, and this was for
Manoel way more precious than some company in his bed, as agreeable as
it could be. He was anyway still meeting at times with Castro as well as
with a boy that he met a late evening at the seafront promenade, the
handyman of a typographer. This was enough to relieve, from time to
time, his sexual needs that was piling up in his young body.

It was three months that they were living together. Girolamo, besides
studying Portuguese with Manoel and going on to tour the city looking
for work, wanted to take care of the home chores and was keeping the
small apartment tidy and clean as a mirror. Manoel insisted with him he
had not to accept any work, but only something that allowed him not only
to support himself but also to send some money to his family. He also
pushed Girolamo to write once every month to his mother to give her his
news.

One day Manoel returned back home from the Dominicans' convent where he
had given a lesson to about twenty likeable urchins. He opened his
apartment door and went in greeting Girolamo aloud as he was used to
doing. The boy answered from the living room with a cheerful "welcome
home"! Manoel, as usual, took off his jacket hung it in the entrance,
then his shoes, put on his cloth slippers and went into the living room.

He stopped on the threshold astounded - Girolamo was lying on his belly
on the sofa, totally naked, and was looking at him with a smile. Manoel
confusedly thought that the boy was of a dazzling beauty. It was the
first time he saw him naked, and the curves of that body, still young
but already in the flower of virility, his small perfect arse, his
narrow waist, his wide shoulders, his strong hairless back dazzled him
with their beauty.

"Wha... what are you doing there all naked, Girolamo?" he asked feeling a
knot shut his throat for the intensity of the emotion that that vision
arose in him.

"Manoel... I would like making love with you." the boy murmured with a low
and hot voice, but clearly.

Girolamo's eyes were shining like two pure diamonds, his smile was fresh
and terribly tempting. The boy raised an arm towards him, stretching a
hand in an invitation gesture.

"Come here, Manoel. I know that you desire me at least as much as I
desire you."

Manoel swallowed air a couple of times then, almost stammering, tried to
protest, "But... but what are you saying, Girolamo? I... I didn't offer you
to come here to... for that."

"I know. I know it very well. But I've also understood, all these
months, that you desire me... and this pleases me, because I too desire
more and more... to make love with you."

"But you, Girolamo... you have not... not to show me in that way your
gratitude... no... not so..."

"But I'm not showing you my gratitude, my dear friend; I am disclosing
to you my desire, a desire not smaller than yours."

"But you... did you... ever do such things with a man before now?"

"Yes, of course I did, and I like it, and I want to do it with you.
Don't tell me no... I know that you too desire doing it with me."

Manoel was still standing on the threshold like a marble statue, unable
to come out of his astonishment, in spite of the formidable fascination
that the boy had always exerted on him and was in that moment exerting
more than ever. He was there, still, but under the cloth of his almost
close-fitting trousers, something was moving in a more and more visible
way.

"Come here, Manoel, please... I... I need you. Don't you want me?"

Manoel moved some steps towards the sofa, like in a trance, until he was
near him. With a hand he lightly caressed the small arse offered to his
admiration, whose skin was smooth like that of a ripe peach. Girolamo,
through Manoel's trousers cloth, now jutting out like a tent, gently
caressing his friend's formidable erection, and happily smiled.

"Do you see that he already wants me? It awakened at once, as soon as he
saw me..."

"Do you really... do you want to make love with me, Girolamo?"

"I surely do. Don't you see I am already here, ready, waiting for you?
Why don't you take off those clothes and come here with me? Can't you
feel how I'm burning with desire to join to you? Don't you understand
that I desire nothing but that?"

Manoel sat on the sofa edge, near the boy, and started to caress his
back with a hand, then his sweet, small and firm arse, his hairless
thighs.

"Yes, it is true, I have desired you since the first day I saw you... but
I thought I would be able to hide it from you, because I didn't think it
fair to put you ill at ease, I would have felt like taking profit of
you. How could you read my hidden desire?"

"Possibly because I am like you, don't you think? Possibly because I too
desire you. Possibly also because as much as you tried to hide it, you
didn't totally succeed... I don't know. I thought about it, and not just a
little, and I knew, I could feel more and more I was not wrong. Thus I
decided to... I thought that making you find me so ready for you would be
better than telling you with words what I'm felling... Was I wrong?"

"No... no... You just caught me by surprise. I didn't expect... for anything
like this. My god, I feel like I'm dreaming, do you know? And yet... You
are here, real, concrete..."

"... and ready for you. Undress, go on, don't make me wait more..." the boy
asked him in a persuasive tone filled with warmth.

Manuel finally started to undress. He opened the buttons at the sides of
his trousers, pulled off his beautiful shirt, and one after the other
took off all his clothes, standing to do it. As soon as he was naked,
his erection gloriously jutting out, Girolamo turned on his side and
with a hand caressed it. Manoel shuddered from head to toe.

"Come, Manoel, come here with me..." the boy murmured, his eyes glossy
with desire.

The young man lied down on a side near his friend, facing him, and
finally their bodies touched each other, adhered on the narrow sofa.

"My god, how beautiful you are, Girolamo!" Manoel sighed.

"Do you like me, then?"

"I told you, I felt fascinated by you since the first moment I met you,
as soon as your beautiful golden eyes stared into mine, there in that
cold street, on that winter day..."

Girolamo stretched out his head and his lips in a silent request to be
kissed. Manoel in his turn moved forward his face and their lips met.
They kissed each other for a long while, savouring each other with
increasing delight. Their hands ran to caress the throbbing member of
the friend. Their chests were gently rubbing against each other.

"Do you want me, Manoel? Do you want to make me yours?"

"Yes, my friend... And do you want me? Do you want to make me yours?"

"Yes, if you desire it, even though I never did it before."

Their limbs intertwined and in a silence charged with passion and with
tender lust, they devoted to each other for several sweet minutes.

"Manoel, take me, please... I can't wait any more!" Girolamo murmured, his
eyes shining with desire.

He again lay on his belly and helped his friend to lie on top of him. He
spread with both hands his small and firm buttocks in a silent but
urgent offer. Manoel, knelling between the slightly spread legs of the
boy, looked with loving desire the hidden hole that was so revealed. He
bent down, placing his hands at the sides of the beautiful Italian boy
and started to tickle, lick, and lap the sweet rosebud with his tongue.
Girolamo instinctively pushed upwards his pelvis, almost to underline
the desire he was feeling.

"Manoel, so you are making me die... take me, please... I really can't
resist any more..."

The young teacher finally went down on him and, applying a constant
pressure with the weight of his body, he penetrated his friend.
Girolamo, while he was feeling the firm and hot meat column sink inside
him, emitted a long, low and modulated pleasure moan. When finally
Manoel was totally inside him, started to move up and down his pelvis.
With both hands he made the boy turn back his head and kissed him on the
mouth with virile passion.

As their mouths parted, Girolamo murmured, his voice loaded with
passion, "Yes, yes... at long last! It's beautiful, so beautiful... Go on
Manoel, go on... Make me feel how much you like me..."

The young man didn't really need to be spurred. He was still feeling
like in a dream - he was finally making love with that beautiful and
sweet boy that he long desired but that he believed he could never have.
He made his hands slip under his body and with his fingers he started to
gently rub Girolamo's nipples. The boy let out a strong sigh, so
revealing the intensity of the pleasure that those actions so skilfully
harmonised were awakening in his young and beautiful body.

"God, you are driving me crazy, Manoel... Yes... yes... more..." the boy
murmured feeling prey to an overwhelming enjoyment.

Manoel was savouring the sweet submissiveness with which his friend was
receiving him, the hot enthusiasm with which he was giving himself to
him, his youthful and yet virile excitation with which he was welcoming
him inside himself. He thought that amongst his many adventures and the
more or less long relationships, he never felt so much involved, he
never felt the sexual act to be so right, so true, so natural... and so
necessary!

Manoel felt like wrapped in the warm coils of the pleasure that was
permeating all his body that seethed for the passion's fire, that
condensed letting finally flow his white male liqueur into the tender
vase waiting to be filled. It was a quiet and sweet orgasm, and yet
intense. He finally relaxed on his friend's beautiful body, lightly
panting, exhausted and at the same time reinvigorated by the enjoyment
languor. They parted, turned embracing and kissing each other, feeling
grateful for the beauty of those moments that they so tenderly shared.

"But now you are going to take me, right, Girolamo?" Manoel asked his
friend.

"You really desire it? You like it?"

"I desire it... from you. In these days I so often dreamed feeling your
beautiful peg all inside me..."

Manoel sat on the sofa, leaning against its back and pulled up his legs
folding them against his chest. He then made Girolamo kneel on the
carpet in front of him and smiled him with an inviting expression. The
boy prepared his friend, then leaned against him, penetrating him with a
slow but vigorous push. As he was sinking inside him, he was letting out
a sort of low and long moan and his eyes shone for the strong pleasure
he was feeling for the first time in his life.

When he was strongly pressed inside him, with a joyous smile shining in
his eyes he bent on Manoel and kissed him. He then started to move back
and forth with a growing pleasure.

"Oh my god, it's so beautiful!" he exclaimed with a chocked voice, "Are
you too enjoying it?"

"Yes, very much. Go on, Girolamo, go on, make me feel all your
strength..."

The boy embraced him to keep him still and started to ride him with
carefree and joyous passion. Manoel was looking at him and saw him
almost transfigure for the pleasure; the joy gleaming through Girolamo's
face was increasing his pleasure. His young friend's pushes became more
determined so that the sofa was lightly jolting with each of his
strokes. Manoel was meanwhile caressing the boy's neck, shoulders, nape
and chest and encouraged him with smiling eyes.

From time to time their mouths united in intimate and deep, burning and
passionate kisses. The eyes of both the young men were shining for the
fire of their passion that was wildly flowing in their veins. Suddenly,
with a low chocked yell, Girolamo pushed deep inside almost fiercely and
threw in his friend's depths jets on jets of boiling and foaming white
lava.

The young Italian became still, deeply panting. They smiled to each
other with warm happiness. Slowly they parted, Manoel lowered his legs,
and Girolamo went to sit at his side and leaned his head on Manoel's
shoulder, caressing his chest.

"So, then, did you enjoy it?" Manoel asked in a low voice, almost not to
break the enchantment of those sweet moments of the after-orgasm
languor.

"Good lord, yes, so very much! And you? Have I been skilled enough?"

"Sure, you have been magnificent, a wonderful stallion full of energy
and of joy of living. I am so happy that you decided to... to seduce me
so, today."

"So, you want to do it again with me?"

"Certainly!"

"So then... so then from tonight on, I can come and sleep there, on your
bed, can't I?"

"I will really be glad."

"And will we make love again?"

"You can bet on it. But tell me, I didn't think, I didn't know that you
too liked doing it with a man... I would like to know how and when you
discovered it. And I would also know why as you said, this is your first
time you penetrated somebody..."

Girolamo, lightly embraced to his friend, started to narrate.

Since he was a kid he perceived that, differently from the boys of his
same age, he was feeling excited just looking at, and fantasizing about
boys and not girls. He therefore understood he was different from the
other boys. When he was sixteen, a day when he was bathing at the hill
torrent with a cousin slightly older than him, naked as were used to
always do all the village boys in that secluded stretch, Girolamo asked
his cousin if he had already made love. His cousin, with a classical
manly pride, answered him he did.

Then Girolamo told him that on the contrary he had not yet done it and
that he would have liked trying it with him. His cousin laughed thinking
it was just a joke, and told him not to say bullshit. Girolamo, as he
saw that his cousin's member was hard, took it in his hand, went on him
and asked him again to make love to him. His cousin wriggled away,
violently pushed him away and told him he was disgusting. As Girolamo
was not ceasing to insist in his request and to try to touch him, at the
end his cousin threw him a strong punch, so that Girolamo went back home
with a black eye.

Fortunately, he became aware later, his cousin didn't say anything about
what happened to anybody, even though after that day he carefully
avoided to be alone with him. The scornful and violent reaction of his
cousin made him anyway understand that he had to be really prudent, so
for a long period Girolamo didn't try any more with anybody else.

Until he had an interesting encounter, when he was eighteen, in occasion
of his village Saint patron's feast at the great annual fair. He was
touring amongst the stalls filled with beautiful handicrafts, tools,
delicacies, length of clothes, vases, poultry and rabbits, beautiful
fruits and jam pots, with wide eyes. He unhappily didn't have in his
pocket even a cent, therefore to him the feast consisted only in filling
his eyes with all those beautiful and unusual visions and shows.

At a certain point he stopped to look at a stall with two men who sell
brown and thin slivers of brittles with almonds, hazelnuts, or nuts, and
white, inviting nougat rods. The smell was enticing, the brittles
slivers seemed to say "eat me, eat me"... Girolamo felt his mouth water
and was not able to part from that vision of sweets, forbidden to him.

The younger of the two men said him with a tempting smile, "So, handsome
young man, wouldn't you like to taste a nice brittle or a piece of
nougat? They are tasty, do you know? And they cost a few coins."

"I can trust you, but I have not even a small coin in my pockets..." the
boy answered, his voice filled with regret.

Girolamo resumed wandering through the fair stalls. A little later he
saw, sitting at a table of the tavern on the square, the brittles' young
man who had invited him to buy some. Also the young man recognised him
and made him sign to draw near. He invited him to sit at his table and
buttonholed him. He asked his name, how old he was, and told him he was
from a nearby village. He was a handsome young man, sturdy and likeable,
whose name was Girolamo like him, but who was nicknamed Farinel that in
the local dialect means "cunning fellow".

"So, you boy don't have either a small coin to buy my brittles?"

"Eh, it's so, unhappily."

"But you would like eating some, wouldn't you?"

"And how!"

"Well... I like you. If you come to keep me some company, I will then give
you some brittles and also a good piece of nougat..."

Farinel took him into the tavern, said two words to the innkeeper then
guided the boy through a door in the courtyard. They crossed it and
using a ladder, they went up to a hayloft. When they were up there the
young man pushed Girolamo to the wall on the back and, without uttering
a word, leaned on him and greedily kissed him on the mouth, pushing
against him his erection with strong pushes.

At first Girolamo was taken aback and alarmed for that unexpected and
weird assault, but soon the erotic charge of the young man overwhelmed
him and he clearly understood what he wanted from him.

In fact Farinel, his voice already hoarse for the yen, said, "Isn't it
true, Girolamo, that you will let me fuck you in the arse?"

The boy had just the force to nod. Farinel, with strong pulls, lowered
Girolamo's trousers and while he seized his member that was already
rising, he again kissed him vigorously on the mouth. Then he made
Girolamo turn and again hit against his arse with his hard member still
close in his trousers, and asked him again if he wanted it in his arse.

Finally the young man lowered in his turn his trousers and with just a
little preparation, mounted Girolamo and vigorously fucked him while
with a hand masturbated him in a fast rhythm, until first the boy then
also the man, came. Notwithstanding he had been deflowered in that so
not poetical way, and in spite he also felt some pain, Girolamo had
liked it, because at long last he got the occasion to give vent to his
secret desire to do it with a man.

After that first time, Farinel and Girolamo met several other times -
the boy willingly was going to the man's village to be fucked by him.
Once they even managed to do it on a bed and Girolamo liked it more than
ever. The man always had sex with him in a rude and almost violent way,
but then he treated the boy with a warm and accomplice liking, and each
time he gave him some of the sweets that he made with his elder brother.

They went on so, until Girolamo decided to leave to search for his
father from whom no more news were coming. In Genoa, he gave to the ship
captain the little money he managed to scrape up, accepting to work on
board as a ship boy, so he got a passage to Brazil. Like the majority of
the poor emigrants, he slept on the deck, as the cabins were reserved to
the most moneyed passengers.

After about five days of sailing, a day one of the sailors invited
Girolamo to go down the hold with the pretext he needed a hand. But as
soon as they were there under, four more sailors who immobilised him and
started to undress him, determined to relieve their needs on him,
surrounded Girolamo. The boy screamed, scared, but was at once silenced
by a strong hand that shut his mouth. He was about succumbing to that
assault and about being raped by those five horny men, when a sharp
voice made them stop at once.

It was the captain who, be it by sheer chance, or because he got wind of
something, went down to the hold. He immediately ordered to let free the
boy and to go back to the deck. He then had Girolamo, who was shocked
and scared, put on his clothes then he took him with himself to his own
cabin.

"I had to guess that such a young and beautiful boy as you are would
become a prey to those vultures! But if I don't care when they do it
with who likes doing it, I don't tolerate that on my ship is done such a
violence to a boy." the man said.

So the captain decided that the boy had to sleep in his cabin, keeping
it clean and tidy, and serving him. Girolamo accepted with gratitude,
also because the captain was sharing with him his food, so he was eating
better than before.

But already on the first night, while he was sleeping on the temporary
pallet that the captain had prepared for the boy, Girolamo was waken up
feeling a weird weight on his chest. The captain was kneeling astride
his chest, his underpants open and the half hard member out of them,
pointing to his face.

"Hey, boy, isn't true that you are now going to give me a nice little
service? After all, it would be better doing it just with me that to
become the little whore of all the crew, wouldn't it?" the man asked him
with a smile full of lust.

Girolamo nodded. The captain then, first taught him how to suck in a
skilful way a man's member, then, making the boy sit on his lap facing
him, his legs well spread apart, impaled him and enjoyed him for a long
time, while Girolamo was bouncing up and down and was masturbating
himself. When both came, the captain gave him a deep and hot kiss, and
told him he could sleep again.

The man was not at all bad, he treated well Girolamo and he didn't fuck
him every night. At times he just liked to keep him in his arms and kiss
him, lying on his narrow berth, until he fell asleep. When the man was
sleeping, Girolamo was quietly going back to his pallet. When they
finally reached Santos, the captain gave the boy some money and whished
him good luck. From Santos Girolamo went on foot to S‰o Paulo to search
for his father.

Therefore Girolamo, before that first time with Manoel, had had
intercourses only with those two men, both somewhat rude, in a way
devoid of gentleness, always and only as a bottom. It was because of
these past and only experiences that he got the idea to wait for Manoel
and to offer himself to him in such a direct and not really romantic
way.

Therefore, making love with Manoel had been for him a real discovery.
The young man tenderness, and also the fact that he wanted also to be
taken by the boy, made a deep impression on Girolamo who, all of a
sudden, felt totally conquered by Manoel.

He at first offered himself to Manoel because of his increasing desire
to have again sex, he also offered himself to him out of friendship, he
decided to give himself to his host also for his gratitude, but now all
this had been abundantly surpassed by the joy of the discovery a much
more beautiful, much more satisfying and much more agreeable way to make
love. If the two men with whom he had had his previous experiences saw
in him almost only a beautiful "object", something useful and available
to give went to their instincts and to their yens, it was on the
contrary clear that Manoel showed him affection, and made him discover
the dimensions of the tenderness and of the mutual respect.

After that first day, Girolamo gradually "learned" to make love, to
express without false reserve and also without fear his more intimate
feelings, his natural gentleness and this conquered Manoel more and
more. Also their relation at home, in the small everyday things, was
enriched and deepened and soon none of them had any more hesitation in
expressing to the other his tenderness also with small gestures, with a
smile or simply with a glance.

Manoel one day came back home with good news for Girolamo, who unhappily
couldn't yet manage to find a good job. In the Institute where he was
teaching, one of the attendants having married moved to live far away,
therefore the director said they had to find as soon as possible a new
attendant to hire. Manoel then proposed him to hire Girolamo. The
director at first didn't seem so favourable to hire an immigrant, but at
the end decided, for Manoel's insistence, to hire him for a trial
period.

Girolamo was very happy for this news - besides being a properly paid
work, he liked very much the thought to work where also Manoel was
working. He assured his friend he would apply himself at his utmost to
cut a good figure with the director and so being hired permanently. In
fact, after two months of his work, the director confirmed him his work.

Meanwhile Manoel was going on teaching his friend Portuguese, going
father that the simple spoken language, but also carefully teaching him
the grammar, the syntax and the composition. Moreover, even though not
teaching it regularly, he was giving to Girolamo a liking for literature
and more generally for culture, be it the Portuguese and Brazilian one,
than for his native Italian culture.

Girolamo was showing he had a lively and ready intelligence with also a
good memory, so he quite quickly acquired all what Manoel was teaching
him, and he even developed a personal passion and a real curiosity for
knowledge. He more and more, as well as more often, asked him the reason
for things, he liked to discuss and to reason with Manoel, he liked to
get new documentation and to learn new things.

Castro turned up again with Manoel, who told him that he now had a lover
and therefore he couldn't go on having a sexual relationship with him.
Anyway, he told him, he would be happy to retain their friendship.
Castro willingly accepted, so he got to know Girolamo and they at once
socialized. Castro went on to visit them about once each month, and one
day he went to their place with a boy that he introduced them as his
new, secret boyfriend.

He was a nice twenty-five year old boy, whose name was Silvio Vieira
Sylva, and was a Creole with a rather olive skin and beautiful green
eyes. He was in the army and was assigned as an orderly at the entrance
of the government palace. Castro had rented a small apartment for him in
the same building where he had his private offices, and the young man
moved to live there. In this way they could even make love almost every
day, quietly and safely, sheltered from indiscrete eyes and from
scandalmonger tongues.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 15

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