Date: Tue, 23 Sep 2008 09:08:40 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Strolling Players 11/18 (historical)

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THE STROLLING PLAYERS
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2008
written on June 3, 1992
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by The Australian

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE STROLLING PLAYERS" 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 11 - A separation and an encounter

Months were elapsing amidst battles, skirmishes and ambushes, amidst
hunting, parties and meetings. One more Spring was drawing to its end
and Summer was already heralding itself. Vance, at that point well
inserted in the Clan, managed to have rare intimacy moments with Lionel,
but relieved himself almost every night with his servant Roe. The boy
was getting more and more devoted to Vance and at that point he was more
and more often going to the battle fields at the O'Neil side.

But Vance was feeling increasingly restless. He more and more often was
cherishing the idea to try to organize an actors company and to tour
Ireland. Only the thought he would so lose Lionel, of whom he was anyway
very fond, restrained him.

In a period when Lionel with his brothers was at the Kilcoman castle for
a meeting between the clans hostile to the English, a morning Vance
decided to go up to Inishannon Lake together with Roe. He had found
there a secluded spot where thy could enjoy the sun all-naked and also
to make love. He didn't yet ever made it with Roe in the full of the
day, amidst the nature, and thought that the boy would appreciate the
novelty. He said to his hosts they were going to fish and left on their
horses.

As they got there, they tied the horses reins to a branch, and went on
to a small glade near the lake shore.

Vance said to the boy, "Let's get naked, come on!"

"Are we going to bathe, master?"

"No, making love."

"Here? So? Now? What a wonderful idea!" he boy enthusiast yelled.

They were soon naked and at once enlaced on the fresh grass of the
meadow, embracing tight. They rolled on it kissing and caressing each
other, care-free, exciting each other in a kind of amorous game, until
Roe stopped.

He looked at Vance, "Take me, master. I'm dying for the desire to feel
you inside me."

"Well, you have to convince me to do it, my boy!" Vance jokingly
answered.

Roe giggled and sat on his lap. He started to brush his arse against the
already turgid member of his master.

"Take me, come on... You can feel how much my little arse is full of
desire... Make me feel how much strong and valiant you are, shove it all
inside me."

They went on in that way for a while, until Vance seized him by the
waist, raised him and made him land on the grass on all four, knelled at
his back and with gusto penetrated him. Both moaned prey of pleasure and
the excitation of one of them was just exalting the other one's. Roe was
tossing under the impetuous strokes of the young man, increasing so his
pleasure. Vance's strong hands were massaging the boy's member, brushing
his small and firm nipples, teasing Roe's most sensitive spots, throwing
him into raptures.

Roe, something out of instinct and something out of art, had learned to
control his orgasms in order to come at the same time with Vance, as he
had discovered that doing so he was giving a greater pleasure to both of
them. When they finally came, they both shouted aloud all their
enjoyment in a kind of long liberating moan.

Strongly panting, they parted to soon unite again in an embrace and in
long passionate kisses. Their bodies gradually relaxed and a kind of
sweet languor took over in them.

"Let's go to fish, now." Vance proposed.

"Yes, but let's stay naked. Let's enjoy this freedom!"

After they fished for some time, chatting and jesting, they broiled the
fish and ate it. Then they resumed fishing.

Meanwhile Lionel came back to Clonakilty before he had planned. When he
heard that Vance was gone fishing with his servant, he decided to go and
look for him to end the day in his company. While he was riding towards
the lake, he thought they could send the servant back home and so be
alone and make love. Running along the lakeside he reached the place
where the two had tied their horsed, that he recognised. He tied there
also his horse and went through the trees towards the shore. He soon
heard their voices.

When he finally saw them, he was about calling but stopped. At first
because he saw that both were naked, then also because, drawing nearer,
he saw that both had conspicuous erections and were touching each other.
He then hid amongst the bushes not to be seen by them.

"If you go on touching me so, Roe, you make me want to fuck you again."

"Don't you like to? I would like, because it is way better doing it here
tan just in night time on your bed."

"Do you mean that you don't like when we do it on my bed?"

"No way! You very well know how much I enjoy it. It's just that here is
better!"

"Hey, Roe, do you know how a knight is invested?"

"Yes, sure. The Ard Righ makes him knell in front of him then he leans
his sword first on a shoulder, then on the other, then on his head. Why
are you asking me, master?"

"Because if you now knell in front of me, I'll invest you knight."

"But... and the sword?"

"Here it is!" Vance laughed brandishing his hard member.

"I knell immediately, my lord! Make me knight of your flesh sword. But
don't lean it on my shoulders or head, please..."

"No? Where, then?"

"Shove it first in my mouth, then in my arse, my sovereign!"

"As you ask. Let's start the rite, then..."

While assisting to their sexual union, Lionel was trembling from head to
toe and burning tears were running down his cheeks. His Vance, then, had
found a substitute to him, and as it seemed, already for a long time. He
wanted to run away but something was keeping him nailed there, looking
how his Vance was enjoying that boy.

He so saw his lover taking between his hands Roe's head and slipping in
the boy's mouth. He saw the servant starting to suck it with evident
excitation. The boy's tongue was going up and down the throbbing pole,
then the lips lustily closed on the object of his desire, that
disappeared entirely inside the boy's greedy mouth. He saw Vance getting
close to his orgasm limit, he saw him quiver in that way he so well
knew. Then Roe let it slip out of his mouth and turned, offering his
small buttocks to that stake glossy with saliva.

He saw Vance seize the shoulders of the boy who pushed back his small
arse and a hand to drive that hard and hot meat spear inside him. He saw
Vance starting to push and heard the pleasure moans of both of them. The
penetration was long and tender, they were both shuddering at the unison
and finally they melted in a long and trembling set of strong
contractions.

Lionel gave like a sob. He then saw Vance making his servant turn, take
him in his arms and ardently kiss him on the mouth. Then, finally,
Lionel was able to stand up, return to his horse and go back towards
home.

Vance and Roe, unawares of having being seen, were playing with their
tongues, gently brushing their chests and bellies one on the other,
tenderly caressing while their members were slowly softening.

"Making love with you, master, is always a very beautiful experience, do
you know?"

"I too like you very much, Roe. That day when I captured you, I at once
felt the desire to take you, you know it."

"Yes, I know, I felt your excitation and I was almost hoping you did it
at once, there in the woods."

"Wouldn't you have tried to run away as soon as I loosened my hold on
you to free my tool from my breeches?"

"No. I perceived the desire in your eyes and felt at once conquered,
subjugated by you, I felt I was yours. Usually, in an enemy's eyes one
read thirst for blood. In your eyes, on the contrary, I read an evident
thirst for... for me."

"Are you still seeing in me one of your enemies?"

"No. Already in that moment there in the woods, and even more during the
first night you had sex with me," he said then added jokingly, "and also
just before when you made me your knight with your beautiful meat
sword... you are now my king, my personal Ard Righ!"

Vance then asked him in a playfully solemn tone, "Knight Roe, do you
take the oath of eternal allegiance?"

"I swear, king Vance!"

"Do you take the full obeisance oath?"

"I swear, my king!"

"Do you swear you will always give me pleasure?"

"With all my body, my valiant sovereign!"

"Do you swear to put your sword at my service?"

"I swear, my Lord!" the boy said taking his member in his hands, "Here
it is, do with it as you please. My sword belongs to you!"

"Roe... do you know that I'm feeling like sucking you and being sucked
by you?"

"Let's lay again on the grass... I too want it, I'm thirsty for your
white liqueur."

They united again, once more filled with desire, until they felt melting
one into the other's mouth in their third, more than agreeable orgasm.
The sun was setting. So, finally sated, they wore their clothes, took up
the basket full of fishes, went to take their horses and went down to
the house-fortress of the O'Neil.

When they were there, Vance was informed by the house people that
meanwhile Lionel came back. He asked where he was and they said that,
being tired for the journey, he went to his room for a rest. So Vance at
once went to his friend's room. He knocked but didn't get an answer.
Thinking that his friend was asleep, he pushed the door and silently
went in.

Lionel was on his belly on the bed, still wearing his travel clothes.
Vance went near the bed and sat on its edge. Lightly caressing his
friend's nape of the neck, he gently called him in a low voice.

"What do you want?" Lionel's chocked voice asked.

"It's me, Vance. I'm glad you are already back. How are you? Are you
tired?"

"Let me in peace!"

"What's up? Are you upset?"

"I've good reasons."

"What for? Something went wrongly at the clans meeting? Tell me..."

Lionel turned and looked at him, and Vance felt almost scared by his
friend's glance - there were hardness, rage, desperation and tears in
it.

"What's up, Lionel? What happened?"

"How long is it that are you amusing with Roe?"

"Why? What?"

"I saw you up there at the lake, naked making love. You can't deny it, I
saw everything!"

Vance felt like a sudden burst of heat break out inside his head, then a
light dizziness.

Then, in a low voice, he said, "I can't deny it, sure. It's since Roe is
with me, in my room that I have sex with him. I needed it, can you
understand? You and I can do it so seldom..."

"And possibly, while doing it, you were laughing at my back, weren't
you?"

"No, never! I love you, Lionel; I really love you. I need you, I told
you plenty of times. But to you, your clan has always been more
important than me. I can understand you, I don't blame you, I demand you
nothing. And I stayed here only for you. But Roe gave me that physical
contact that you could or would not or were not able to give me, but
that I needed."

"I thought you loved me."

"But I love you, Lionel... I really love you."

"I too need you, but I didn't look for others. I too need you, but
refused the occasion when I got them... what an idiot I am!"

"No. You are possibly different from me. Or possibly, I think, your clan
was enough for you. I'm not reproaching you, I can understand you, I
accept you... But you should possibly try to understand, to accept me,
don't you think?"

"And accept that, while I'm here alone and thinking of you, while I
desire you without having you with me, you are enjoying yourself, just
two rooms farther, with that boy? No, thank you. I love you Vance. But
you have to make your choice - either him or me."

"If you just accepted to come away with me, I would have no doubts, I
would choose you."

"You know very well that I cannot."

"Then... then you are forcing me to choose him. I am sorry. I will go
away with Roe as soon as possible. I'm sorry, Lionel, I'm really sorry."

"Save those suitable to the occasion words. You weren't at all sorry
today at the lake to amuse yourself with that boy."

"I hoped you could understand, but... Then, goodbye, Lionel. I wish you
all the good, especially the good that I'm possibly not able to give
you. Goodbye."

Vance went to his room and called Roe.

"Boy, gather all my belongings and make my luggage. I don't know if this
evening or tomorrow morning, we are leaving this place."

"Where are we going?"

"I don't still know. Now hurry up to have everything ready. I have to
take my leave of the O'Neil family."

Vance went to look for John and when he met him, told him his intention
to leave.

He had prepared a pretext, so told him, "I have been really well here
with you and I consider you almost like my family... But I'm an actor,
not a warrior, and I need to go around, to travel, to perform my plays.
This life here is not for me. I therefore ask you leave, ask you to let
me go and take with me my servant Roe."

John looked at him surprised, "You are one of us, now. What happened?
Did any of our men lack in respect towards you?"

"No, no. It's already for a while that I was thinking to leave, but I
tried to resist, I would have liked being able to stay with you who
received me so kindly and to whom, I will never forget it, I owe my
freedom. You all have been marvellous with me. I will never be able to
repay you, I don't know how to thank you. But I decided to leave."

"Well, you seem determined. But here at our place everything is always
done all together. I will therefore gather now the family, you will tell
them your decision and your reasons. You will surely not leave this
house like a thief in the night, but like a clan member who is taking a
different road."

John made sound the assembly and soon all were in the communal hall.
Only Lionel was missing.

"Go and call Lionel!" John ordered.

Vance intervened, "I think he is really tired and he needs some rest. I
already went to greet him..."

"He's not more tired than us. Moreover he introduced you amongst us,
therefore he can't logically be absent now."

A little later Lionel came, looked with a neutral expression Vance and
sat near his brothers and his mother. Vance could only admire Lionel's
self-control and thought he would have been a great actor.

John invited Vance to say what he had to. Vance repeated what he had
just said to John. Several voices arose protesting, inviting him to sty.
But Vance, after thanking them, repeated that he had taken his decision.

Also Lionel at one point intervened and said, "If you stay here, as you
heard, all they will be glad."

Vance noticed that he said "all they" and not "we all". If he said this
it would possibly have undermined his determination...

So he answered, "I can't do anything different, Lionel, you know it. I
already talked about it with you... more than once."

Conn then said, "Vance, we respect your decision and your desire, and we
will rather help you to realize it. You will need money to start, you
will have to find companions, have a wagon built, prepare scenes and
costumes, plays... Therefore for the first times you will not earn the
needed to live. We will therefore help you, as we are used to do.
Moreover you fought with us, for us, for our cause, and you did it
valiantly and skilfully. You see, working as a strolling player, if you
want, if you feel like... you could be again useful to the cause,
possibly even more than up to now."

"I thank you for the help you are offering me. But I can't see how an
actor can be useful to your cause. If anyway I can really be useful to
you, you can count on me - I owe it to you."

Conn then exposed his idea - touring also in the parts in the hands of
the English or of the clans allied with them, he could gather
information, he could spy, carry messages... Vance carefully listened,
thought about it, asked questions.

At the end he said, "I accept. I will do it willingly."

Shane said, "You will run some risks, doing it."

"I ran bigger risks in the battle fields at your side, but I never
stepped back. I will for sure not step back now."

A chorus of hurrah! welcomed his words. John declared the end of the
meeting, than made Vance sit at the table with his brothers and they
started to discuss the plans. John asked him to stay a few more days but
Vance, with the pretext he had to start at once looking for the
craftsmen who could make his special wagon, for the scenes and the
costumes, to find suitable tests for the plays, said he would rather
start his journey the following morning.

John then offered him a first sum of money, and with the other brothers
he gave him advice about where he could find the best craftsmen who
could do what he needed. After a while Lionel excused himself and went
back to his room. Later they ate supper then also Vance withdrew to his
room.

Roe asked him, "How came this sudden decision, master? You aren't going
to kid me..."

"I'll tell you tomorrow, along the road. Tomorrow morning we will take
the two horses that John gave me and we will leave. Let's go and sleep,
now."

Roe looked at him and said, "This night it will be better if I go to
sleep on my straw mattress, am I right?"

"Why do you ask me?"

"Because I see that you aren't in the right mood to make love, this
night."

"You can possibly be right..."

The following morning, loaded their horses, they greeted everybody and
left. Lionel didn't show up.

Along the road Vance told Roe the real reason for their departure, and
the fact that Lionel saw them having sex, therefore asked him to make a
choice.

"And you choose me? And yet... and yet I know you are really attached to
Lord Lionel. I'm just your servant, he is your lover."

"I thought he was. But you now, if you want, will no more be my servant,
but my plays companion... and my lover."

"Staying with you? Performing with you? Of course I want, what a
question! But will I be able to perform as an actor?"

"You will learn, yes, you will; and I will teach you. But we also need
to find other actors, we two alone we can do very little. And if you
have to be my companion, my assistant and my lover, from now on you will
never again call me master or sir, is that clear?"

"It's clear, Vance. We will succeed, I'm sure. Moreover, that spying job
waiting for us, excites and fascinates me."

"I thought it was me to excite and fascinate you, sir knight."

"Of course, your majesty, you are the one arousing me, never doubt it!"
the boy merrily answered.

They went to Cork. There they found a very skilled carpenter and Vance
explained him in detail how a strolling actors' wagon had to be built,
and the man assured him he could do it. Then, always in Cork, he also
found a painter who accepted to paint the first needed and basic
sceneries. He last toured to find the clothes for the costumes, going
also to Fermoy and to Lismore. He ordered the clothes and asked to send
them to Cork at the inn where he stopped, whose innkeeper was a man tied
to the O'Neil Clan.

While they were going back from Lismore, just after crossing Tallow,
they crossed two young and badly dressed wayfarers. The two moved aside
to let pass the two horses, who were proceeding at pace. Vance went on
throwing them just an inattentive glance, when one of the two youths
exclaimed, "Friar George!"

At first Vance didn't pay attention and was about passing on, but then
stopped his horse and turned back to look at the one who called him.
Their eyes met and at once Vance went off his horse.

He went towards that young man exclaiming, "But you... you're friar
Timothy! What are you doing here on the road with these clothes? Aren't
you at the convent?"

"I ran away... But you, instead?"

"In a sense, I too ran away. What a surprise... what a pleasure... but
why did you run away from the convent?"

Timothy looked towards Roe, then asked, "Does he understand English?"

"I don't know, I don't think so. But you can also freely speak in Irish,
if you want."

"Abut... anything? You know what I'm referring to, don't you?"

Vance laughed, "Of course, he his my boy."

"Ah... good." Timothy said with a smile and started to narrate.

He reached the convent and there, at least at the beginning, he was
quite comfortable. But he was increasingly missing the possibility to
have sex with a man, and the more time was passing, the more he was
missing it. He could resist, by hook or by crook, for some months. Then
a day, about one year before then, while he was touring to collect the
alms, he went in the enclosure of a farm whose owner was usually rather
generous with the convent's friars. He went around to find somebody of
the family, but it seemed that there was nobody. He thought that they
all could possibly by on their fields to work and was about leaving when
he heard a noise coming from inside the house. He then went near and
peeped by one of the windows.

The younger son of the farmer, Rupert, who was at that time fourteen,
that is the boy who was with him on the road, was lying on his straw
mattress, his breeches lowered to his ankles, and while he was
masturbating himself with a hand, he was pushing a finger of the other
in his arse, moaning and groaning, his eyes shut. Timothy looked at him,
fascinated and like dazzled. Rupert was a really handsome boy, and even
though the fact he was masturbating didn't mean so much, that finger
shoved in his little arse, tossing and waving in and out, didn't leave
him any doubt that the boy was dreaming to be with a male.

Timothy didn't reflect, didn't think so much. He let on the ground the
basked he used to gather the alms, climbed on the windowsill and jumped
inside the room. Rupert heard a noise and opened his eyes. As he was the
young friar, he became still like a stone statue, a hand still on his
tool, the finger still in his arse. He looked in terror to Timothy
drawing near him. He saw him untie his cord and thought that the friar
was going to flog him.

But then saw him taking off his cowl and looked at him amazed, still
without understanding. Timothy then took off also his breeches and cot,
and without saying a word, went to knell on the mattress. Rupert's eyes
were wide open, staring to the young friar's erect and hard member.
Timothy moved away the boy's hand and replaced his finger with his hot
and hard meat peg, sank in the boy's hot channel without difficulty and
stared to fuck him.

When they both had reached their orgasm, Rupert asked him, "Friar
Timothy, you are not going to tell my father, are you?"

"Of course not. But you... this is not the first time you take it in
this nice little arse, I'm wrong?"

"No, friar Timothy."

"Who does usually fuck you?"

"My two older brothers, the two who are not yet married. When they are
horny they fuck me."

"And you like taking it in your arse, don't you?"

"Yes, it's so..."

"Do you like also putting it in an arse?"

"I never could try it..."

"Wouldn't you like to try?"

"I think I would."

"Then now put it in my arse - for months I dreamed of it!"

"Now I can't, it's not possible, this is the third time today that I
come. But... a next time, possibly?"

So Timothy started to have sex with Rupert, with a mutual great
satisfaction. When they could manage to withdraw, they enjoyed each
other for a good time. But a day, about two months before, they were
caught by Rupert's brothers while they were having sex. The young men
thrashed both of them then, as their father went back home and they told
him, the man also made things worse and also chased away Rupert. He then
went hurriedly to the convent to report friar Timothy. The two boys then
decided to run away together. Rupert stole at his home some clothes for
Timothy who threw away his cowl, wore an old hat to hide his tonsure
until his hair grew again, and the two together took to their heels.

During those two months they wandered here and there and survived
begging and pilfering food, sleeping in the fields or in the woods, and
making love every night. And they were now on that road, wandering
aimlessly.

Vance then told them his story. He explained Timothy he never had been a
friar, and that his true name was Vance. He then offered the two boys to
unite to him to become strolling actors. The two boys accepted
enthusiastically.

Vance rode with them on their horses and all together went to Cork.
Along the road they talked some more. While they were riding, Timothy
was pushing back his arse, until he got Vance aroused, and he enjoyed
its pressure against him.

"Do you still like my little arse?" Timothy asked him in a low voice.

"Yes, but aren't you now with Rupert?"

"We aren't married, are we? I would willingly do it again with you. All
long these months I often thought of you, do you know?"

"We will have occasions I think. But now stop yours manoeuvres, or else
I will fuck you here on my horse."

"It could be amusing!" Timothy answered laughing with gusto.

Roe drew nearer with his horse and asked, "What could be amusing?"

"Nothing special." Vance answered.

But t the same time Timothy said, "If Vance fucked me now while riding."

Rupert, with a cunning smile said, "If Roe goes on touching me there
with his hands, in a short while I'll come in my breeches!"

Roe blushed becoming red like embers, but Vance smiled, "As rightly
Timothy was saying, we are not married, Roe. If we feel like doing it,
we should do it without problems, this is the actors' life. But now it
could be better we stop teasing each other or else, as Rupert said, we
risk coming in our breeches and when we get to Cork everybody would jeer
at us."

They went on travelling laughing and joking. When they were in Cork,
Vance asked the innkeeper to add two straw mattresses in their room,
paying for them, asked to prepare a tub with warm water to made the two
newcomers wash themselves, and sent Roe to purchase some clean clothes
for them. Then with scissors he shortened Timothy's hair, trying to trim
it at the same level with the hair that grew in the tonsure. And finally
offered them a good meal.

When at night they withdrew in their room, after locking the door with
the bolt, without even having talked about that, all four undressed and
started a foursome. The most unbridled was the shy Rupert, who was
happily fluttering from a member to the other pleasing them with his
hands, mouth and arse, without the lesser restraint. Roe at the
beginning was the most reserved of them, but soon he too started to
compete with Rupert.

Before all four were sated, they united in all possible combinations,
coming several times. But when they finally decided to sleep, Roe went
to Vance's bed and cuddled against him, while Rupert and Timothy lied
down embraced on the other bed. The two added straw mattresses remained
unused on the floor.

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