Date: Tue, 15 Sep 2009 08:59:07 +0200
From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: The Iron Crown 08/12 (fantasy)

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THE IRON CROWN
by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2009
written on on May 28, 2002
translated by the author English
text kindly revised by Randhir

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USUAL DISCLAIMER

"THE IRON CROWN" 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 8 - THE FIFTH YEAR - HARTI AND NIKOLAOS

Harti didn't know he was not far from Kimon, after so many years, but
their paths were not yet destined to cross. The knight passed from
adventure to adventure, at times beautiful, at times difficult, but he
always over came them with an increased experience and determination.

Now a mature man, having attained thirty-two years of age, he was in the
fullness of his vigour and was feeling more alive than ever. He was a
fascinating man and he had no difficulties in conquering a partner, so
that also on a sexual level he passed from adventure to adventure. But
he was still travelling alone, with two more horses loaded with booty,
gifts and various goods that he accumulated along his journey. He
covered himself with glory and blood, but he also enjoyed the best
youths of the lands he crossed.

He had just entered the country of a great and powerful king, whose
lower ranked officials were better clothed than king Waltha! And it
seemed that at the court of this king, he was called emperor, there was
also a very powerful priest... and yet this wasn't, he was sure, the
Land of the Great Priest, in fact it was the land of the emperor. He
decided anyway to reach the capital city - there he possibly could get
to discover where the land he was looking for could be, and where he
would find the crown.

He was slowly riding in the serene afternoon, and was enjoying the
landscape of green mountains and cool watercourses. It seemed to be an
ancient country, and for miles and miles everybody worshipped an only
god, and every village, even the smallest one, had a house for the god
of that land, a white house with a priest dressed in black. He heard
about that god, but what he heard didn't convince him very much. A god
who, they said, talked about love, but then fixed plenty of detailed
rules, making impossible for the men to follow them. So that the man was
doomed, against all his good intentions, to displease that god... It was
absurd and absurdly complicated. Also because the first who didn't
really follow his rules were the black clothed priests of that god...

Suddenly, going round a big rock, he found himself at the boundary of a
soldiers' camp - they were hundreds, if not thousands. He stopped. They
were all wearing the same kind of clothing, besides some who had to be
their chiefs... They had tents, standards, and insignias... He thought
wiser to go back and take another road, but he had been seen and he was
at once surrounded by two dozens of horsemen.

Their leader asked him, "Who are you, stranger? Where are you coming
from, and were are you going? Why are you travelling in full armour and
with weapons?"

"My name is Harti, I am a knight of king Waltha of Niederhulig, a
kingdom to the far north. I am going to the capital to meet His
Beatitude, the priest."

"Don't you know that it is prohibited to travel armed in the imperial
territories, except the nobles or the imperial soldiers? And anyway
without an imperial safe-conduct?"

"No, I didn't know it. How can I have a safe-conduct?"

"Surrender immediately all your weapons or we will be obliged to kill
you. And anyway we have to confiscate all your goods." the chief said.

Harti could resist them, and he was sure he would take many of them to
his grave, but they were too many and others were approaching, so that
at the end he would be overcome. He thought it was more wise to an
honourable surrender. He rummaged in his  memories and...

"Is there a court noble, in your camp?" he asked while letting fall on
the ground his weapons, to show them he wasn't opposing their request.

"You are not allowed to ask questions, foreigner!" the chief answered
harshly.

But one of the horsemen stepped forward and asked him, "How comes that
you speak so perfectly our language, stranger?"

The fact that he asked him the question careless of the chief, made him
understand that in spite of the fact that he was dressed like all the
others, he had some authority. Could he be the son of a court noble? He
seemed to be around seventeen years old, judging from his face, even
though his body under the military attire seemed already ripe.

Harti thought it was worth to take a risk, "I put myself under your
protection, noble sir. Consider me and my belongings at you complete
disposal."

The youth smiled and from the chief's enraged expression Harti
understood he had rightly judged.

"Crispinus, this knight put himself under my protection, hence under
that of my family, therefore he is my guest. No trouble must befall
him!" the boy said in an authoritative tone.

The chief drily nodded, but nobody moved. "As you like, Nikolaos
Chrisosteos... I hope you are aware of what you are doing, according him
your protection."

"Of course, Crispinus. I am a man, not a boy!" the boy proudly said.

The chief barely dissimulated a slight grimace of contempt at these
words, but he ordered a soldier, "Gather all the stranger's weapons and
tie them on one of his pack horses. And you," he added pointing to some
of the horsemen, "escort Nikolaos and his guest to his tent!" Then,
spurred his horse and he went back to the camp.

"I thank you, Nikolaos..." Harti said.

"I am just curious about you, stranger. Follow me. For the moment you
have my family's protection - if you behave you don't run any risk." he
said and, turned his horse, and he too went to the camp.

When Harti moved to follow him, eight horsemen sided him four each side
- he didn't know if he was a guest or a prisoner, but at least, for the
moment, they didn't harm him nor take away his belongings. They stopped
in front of a tent equal to hundred of the others, and Nikolaos
dismounted, ordered a kid to tie his horse to the fence together with
the three horses of Harti. Also the knight dismounted and the noble
youth signalled him to follow him inside the tent. The exterior was a
severe military tent like all the others, but on the inside it was
luxurious. Nikolaos made a sign to Harti to sit on a cushion and then
took off his armour to sit in front of him.

He clapped twice and the kid came in, "Bring us some wine... and some
sweets."

"Yes, my lord!" the kid said with a bow and ran away.

"So, then, what did you say your name was?"

"Harti."

"And your family name?"

"In my country we don't use family names."

"A barbarian from the north, then... that's interesting. You seem very
strong..."

"I think I am. But, tell me, all the emperor soldiers live in such
luxury and have a personal servant?" the knight asked, slightly amazed.

"No... but I am the youngest son of the imperial councillor Cosmas
Chrisosteos, therefore... even though I have to serve as a simple
soldier, I have my privileges. Anyway we are going back to the capital
and my term in the army is about to end. But feel at your ease, the day
is hot, take off your heavy armour..."

"Thank you." Harti answered and, unfastening his breastplate he took it
off.

"You are sweaty... I'll tell my servant to prepare a bath for you..."
the boy said.

"I would be grateful." Harti answered.

"For a barbarian, you really speak our language well and you know good
manners. How came by this?"

"I travelled extensively, and left my land five years ago. Moreover... I
am fast learner, if I have the good occasion..." Harti thought thinking
that he would "learn" more than willingly from that young man.

The kid came back with an amphora, two cups and a basket full of sweets.
He should be about twelve years old, Harti thought - he had a smart,
intelligent and efficient air.

"Prepare the bath, and also a soft bed for my guest. Then supper for
two. Ah, and you, from now on, will sleep outside, in front of the tent
entrance, as the weather is mild."

"As you please, my lord!" the boy answered and again darted out.

"It would take some time to have the bath ready... Would you like Gaius
to give you a massage?"

"Is Gaius that kid-slave?"

"No, he is Apollon. Gaius is a young soldier. He is able to give
wonderful massages, he has golden hands. Gaius is from a poor family and
for a few coins, he does several services for me. Yes, he is always
ready and available... You see, here in the army we have no women, but
Gaius is able to do much that I don't miss them, I should say."

"I see..." Harti said with a small smile.

"Do you have a wife and children, in your country?" at a point the young
noble asked him.

"No, I do not."

"Ah, and how..."

"I had a squire... he too was skilled in not making me miss the company
of women."

"Ah, so... do you want me to call Gaius, so he can make both of us
relax?"

"And you, are you married?"

"I? Yes, I am, even though in reality... we were married when I was
thirteen and she was eleven. Now she is fifteen, but she still is a
virgin, at least I presume!" the boy said with a giggle. "Being the last
of eight sons, even though of an important man, doesn't make me foresee
a brilliant future. My wife is the only daughter of a rich merchant,
therefore I should become a merchant... but it has no appeal to me at
all, to tell the truth. But at least I will not miss money... My elder
brother will take our father's place, the second will become an
important imperial official, the third one a lesser official, the fourth
one a monk, the fifth one a priest, the sixth one married a noble girl,
the seventh one the daughter of a ship-owner... and I, the last wheel of
the wagon, that ugly toad about which I told you. I never hungered
women, and about my wife... an honourable suicide would be better!" he
said with a laughter.

He then called his slave and told him to go and call Gaius. They drank
good wine and nibbled the sweets.

"Gaius, you will see, is not so handsome, but neither ugly, anyway, but
he is divine. When you are in his hands, you forget the worries of the
life. And he is incredibly skilled in giving head, if you like it..."

"I like better to enter by the back door..." Harti said, amused.

"Yes, there also he is very skilled, and... your back door?"

"Accessible, at times."

"Perfect. You see, I hosted you in my tent, with the hope you would let
me visit your back door..."

"No problem at all, Nikolaos."

"You can call me Nikos, as in a short while we will become rather...
intimate." the boy said with a cunning smile.

Gaius came. As the boy said, he didn't have such a handsome face, but
his body was noticeable. He saluted with deference, and moved around the
tent with the self-assuredness of one who visited there several times.
From a chest he took out a wide, white linen cloth that he spread on the
floor carpets. He then took out a box with coloured glass vials and put
it on the ground. Then looked at the noble youth.

"First my guest, Gaius. And show him how skilled you are..."

"With great pleasure, Nikos." the soldier answered.

Harti noticed that he called the host by his familiar nickname. Gaius
should be around twenty-five years old. He had black hair, slightly
curled, cut short, dark but shining eyes, a nose a little too big, a
mouth a little too large, but sensual. He drew near Harti and started to
slowly, methodically, sensuously undress him. The knight at once felt
aroused by the light, skilled touches of the soldier, He noticed that
Nikos was looking at him with clear interest.

Gaius asked him, "What's your name, knight?"

"Harti."

"You have the body of a heroe, of an Hercules, Harti. It will be a real
pleasure to take care of you. Good, you can lie down, now..." He then
went near Nikos and started to undress him too. "Where did you find such
a delightful guest, Nikos?" he asked him.

"Your mouth is already watering, Gaius?"

"You can say it! Didn't you see what a wonderful body?"

"Of course I've seen it..."

"And what phallus!"

"Yes, I think you will soon experience it. Grease well your anus, if you
won't risk screaming like a slaughtered lamb..." the noble youth
giggled.

Harti was looking at his body gradually unveiling under his eyes and
what he was seeing pleased him. The boy's member was jutting out
perpendicular to his crotch, straight like a spindle. It was just the
right size to enjoy, Harti thought, pleased. Also Nikos lay down at his
side, and Gaius between them, after he quickly undressed. Also his
hidden graces were not bad at all. Gaius took a blue vial and poured
some of his content in his cupped hand. He brushed his hands together
and an agreeable smell filled the tent. He took some more of that balm
and turned to Harti, crouching at his side, and started to massage his
chest and shoulders - he really was skilled.

Harti noticed that Nikos stretched out a hand, between the masseur's
legs, and was gently playing with his testicles. Gaius member slowly
rose between his strong thighs. The knight went to play with the
masseur's prepuce, and the member throbbed each time he lightly passed
his fingertips on its tip, or slipped them under the prepuce skin...

The massage moved on his shoulders, arms, sides, and Gaius started to
alternate, caring now in turn also for Nikos. He then passed to massage
the feet, the legs, and the thighs. He just avoided the genitals. He
then made them turn on their bellies, and massaged their backs and legs,
leaving as last the buttocks.

Nikos said to him with a soft voice, "Prepare Harti's hole... I'm going
to visit him..."

Gaius nodded and Harti felt his fingers searching for his sphincter.
Gaius took another vial and spread its content on the anus, penetrating
it with a well-lubricated finger, to prepare well also the interior
walls. Meanwhile Nikos was preparing in the same way the soldier's hole.
The excitment inside the tent was slowly increasing, becoming more and
more acute. Gaius asked them to lie again on their backs, and with
another balm he first lubricated Harti's member than that of Nikos. His
intimate massaging and sensual caresses was able to relax them and
stiffen their cocks..

"Harti, if you feel ready, tell me how do you want to take me." Gaius
said.

"In my land we use... lie on your back, and raise your legs against your
chest."

Gaius smiled and readily complied. He really had a jointed body - he
made his legs pass under his armpits and with the hands he spread his
buttocks. Harti kneeled before the hole that the soldier was offering
him and was about to penetrate it.

But Nikos took away his hand and seized his member, saying, "Let me
drive you in him... It's hard like tempered steel... prepare yourself,
Gaius, a phallus like this is not an everyday thing..."

"I know... I see it..." the soldier answered with a sigh of desire.

Harti felt he was pushed inside the throbbing hole, and summing up his
pelvis push and that of Nikos hands, he slipped inside Gaius in just one
fast move.

"By god, Gaius! You took all of it in just one stroke!" Nikos said, in
admiration.

"Yes, and I finally can feel filled!" the soldier muttered, and moved
his arse muscles, almost as if he was milking Harti - it was a new
feeling, weird but really pleasurable.

Harti didn't know that such a thing was possible.

"Don't move, now, Harti. I will penetrate you, then you can move back
and forth so you impale him and are impaled by me at once..." Nikos
suggested.

He felt Nikos' member enter him, open his way, settle in his hot
channel, sink with just three pushes. Harti squeezed his anus to make
the penetration slower and more agreeable. When he felt that Nikos was
totally immersed in him, he started to move forth and back - it was
really agreeable to penetrate and be penetrated at once. His two
companions were both almost still, Gaius was just flexing his inner
muscles, and Nikos was slightly thrusting his pelvis, and these two
small actions were incredibly increasing his pleasure.

Gaius started to masturbate himself, but Harti stopped him, "No, wait, I
want to take care of it later..."

Gaius smiled and nodded. Nikos was brushing Harti's hard nipples and
licking his spine up and down, under his neck. Harti pinched Gaius
nipples and lowered to kiss him on his mouth, so that he was now
screwing his arse with his pole, and his mouth with his tongue. Gaius
moaned like a prey of pleasure. Now Nikos was kneading the heavy and
full testicles of Harti with a skilled fingering.

Harti felt his orgasm was approaching fast, and started to give deeper,
faster and stronger strokes. Also Nikos at his back increased his vigour
and speed. Gaius moaned louder. Harti started to spurt and soon felt
that also the youth at his back was reaching a climax. All three were
now moaning, prey to a pleasure, in a symphony of sounds, jolting,
tossing, and shuddering. And suddenly silence fell in the tent, broken
only by the three panting breaths.

Nikos clapped his hands, while their bodies were parting. The little
slave came running.

"Is the bath ready?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Good. Clean my guest's phallus and mine then prepare our supper. For
three people, not just two."

"Sure, my lord." the kid answered and, crouching between the strong
thighs of the knight, he started to lick the member that was slowly
softening, cleaning it carefully.

Meanwhile Harti took between his lips the still hard pole of the
soldier, and was making him reach the seventh heaven. Nikos was looking
at them with a smile, amused. The little slave now was taking care of
the noble youth's member. The body of Gaius stiffened, arched up,
trembled and poured his tribute directly into the throat of the
stranger, who quickly swallowed that lukewarm liqueur.

"Oh, Harti," finally sighed Gaius, "you were driving me crazy with that
mouth! You use it like a real master!"

"As you your arse, soldier!" Harti answered, satisfied.

The kid stood up and at the sign of his master, run out.

"Do you also have sex with your little slave?" Harti asked Nikos.

"No, I like mature men. Let's say that at time he takes part but, will
you believe it or not, his little arse is still untouched. For the
moment he is learning to use his mouth. In about ten years, he will also
be ready to be deflowered - I ordered him not to let anybody touch him
there, not even by himself, he has to remain virgin for me."

"Did you own him for a long time?"

"I won him at dice two years ago, from one of my suitors who just bought
him at the Arab slave market of Alexandria. I think the kid is an
Iberian. When I bought him he was scared, he cried all the time. I treat
him well, he grew fond of me, and I of him, in a sense."

Harti felt that the soldier's memories were surfacing in him, but
decided he would analyse them later. Gaius dressed and tidied
everything. Nikos gave him some coins and the soldier went away.

"The bath is ready, Apollon will wash you, I instructed him well,
entrust yourself to him." Nikos said and wore a light, short tunic on
his beautiful naked body.

After the bath, they had supper. Gaius was back to eat with them, and
they all quietly chatted. Harti had discovered that Gaius was infatuated
with Nikos, but he contented himself to be just his friend and to serve
him. From Gaius memories, he got several interesting information also
about Nikos. The noble youth was sexually rather active and very
versatile, he liked to take and be taken, to suck and be sucked. Gaius
knew that, besides with him, at times Nikos took his amusement and
pleasure also with other soldiers, and amongst them the younger son of
another court noble, in service in another army century.

Gaius, as a child, thought he would become a priest and so entered a
monastery; but then, was caught having sex with another novice, he had
been chased away, so he entered the army. The dream of the soldier was
to save a tidy sum, buy a plot of land and a couple of male slaves to
work it for him, and who could keep him company in his bed, and so
retire to private life, growing vegetables and selling them at the
market - a small, simple dream. Gaius was a simple person.

After the supper, Gaius said good night and left.

"I think you are tired, it's time to hit the bed. Come, your bed is
under there, near mine..." Nikos said.

Harti, thanks to the massage and the bath, was not feeling tired, but
nodded. They took out their tunics and lay down. The youth blew on the
lantern shutting it.

"Tell me about you, Harti, I want to know more about your adventurous
life... Mine is such a boring one..." the youth said.

Harti started to narrate with good will. After some time he perceived
the deep and regular breathing of the companion. "Are you sleeping?" he
asked in a whisper. No answer. Harti decided to sleep as well.

When he woke up, the daylight was seeping into the tent. He raised
himself on his elbow and looked towards Nikos - the youth was lying on
his back, his legs parted and between them the little slave was
crouched, sucking him.

"Oh, well woken, my friend. Would you too like the morning service, when
he is over with me?"

"No, thank you, Nikos... and rather... why don't you tell him to go, and
let me try to take care of your phallus?"

"Do you feel like? Gaius said you are a real master..."

"Yes, I would like."

"Go, Apollon, and fix our breakfast." he said readily and the little
slave went away.

Harti at once took his place. While he was skilfully giving him head, he
asked himself, "Who knows if Nikos could be the right person to become
my lover? For what I know of him, I like him a lot... I miss a steady
companion... Soon I will know if he is the right one, but then it is to
be seen if he too wants..."

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THE SIXTH YEAR - JENS AND ALFEO

Jens had had a lover-squire; he met him a few weeks after he lost sight
of his Altma. He was the son of a knight of a kingdom where they spoke a
language very close to his own. It had been the boy who asked him to
take him as a squire, fascinated by the adventure. They wandered
together for four years. The boy loved to fall asleep with Jen's member
still inside him - it had been a new experience for the knight, and he
liked it. His name was Troy.

Then a day, during a snowstorm on the mountains, Troy's horse slipped
falling into a crevasse and animal and boy disappeared under a huge snow
slide caused by their fall. Jens mourned for a long time the loss of
Troy. He went on his journey alone.

He was now thirty years old. He embarked with his horse on a ship that
was sailing towards an island called "Three Corners" or Trinacria in the
local language. He paid his trip to Messana, from whence the ship would
go back.

He was now in the hold with that sailor who made him the sweet-eyes
since the very first moment he embarked. The youth was leaning against
the bulkhead and he was hammering into him vigorously. At their side
another sailor was slowly masturbating himself waiting for his turn to
take his young mate. They were lovers, but the older one liked to look
at his friend being screwed, therefore he let him have all the
adventures he wanted. The youth was really handsome and sensual, and
Jens was taking him with real gusto.

He saw the eyes of the older sailor, who was about thirty-five years
old, shine with lust while he was crouching between the bulkhead and his
young lover to suck his "fish" as those sailors called it. He heard the
sucking, accompanied by the rhythmic, light noise of his testicles
slapping against the young sailors buttocks with each thrust. The youth
gave out a loud gurgling and made his anus throb, prey of the pleasure.

When Jens unloaded in the youth and then slipped out of him, the older
sailor stood up and took his place. So Jens crouched to carry out what
the other had started. The member of the young sailor throbbed in his
throat while he was touching and sucking him at the same time.

When finally all three were sated, the older sailor said, "Thank you,
stranger, you have been able to arouse very much my little friend, you
warmed him up very well. I never enjoyed him so much, you really made
him lose his head."

"I have to thank you, your boy is a really delightful male in heat."

"Yes, he loves the fish, he is a real sailor..." the older man giggled
giving his young friend who was dressing a slap on the butt.

They went on the deck. "We are not far from Messana, we should reach it
before night." the young one said and Jens felt there was a note of
regret in his voice.

"At the port my friend the innkeeper waits for us." the other said,
winking.

When they landed in Messana, Jens asked where he could pass the night
waiting for a ship for Rome - he in fact came to know that there lived
the "pontifex", that is the "Great Priest" who was also the ruler of
those lands. A ship for Rome or else one for Reggio, from where he could
travel to Rome riding his horse.

The innkeeper friend of the two sailors answered, "You can go to the
monastery, as there they always have empty rooms and willingly receive
pilgrims. You are a Christian, aren't you?"

"Of course," Jens lied, as anyway he knew the rites of that religion,
thanks to his "drinking" as he called it.

"Good, therefore you will have no problems at all. They will receive
you. You see, I asked you because you don't have a cross on you..."

"I had it," Jens lied again, "but I lost it..."

"A pilgrim from the Holy Land gave me several of them to hang at the
neck. He said they are made with the olive tree wood of the Olive Garden
in Jerusalem. If you want, I can give you one."

"I thank you very much." Jens said.

Following the innkeeper's instructions, he reached the monastery that
was on the north side  of the town, on the seashore, built high on some
rocks. He knocked, and was received without any problem.

The monk called a novice, "Alfeo, bring the knight Johane (he so
introduced himself, slightly changing his name so that he could seem a
Christian name) to the Saint Sergium room, and be at his service for all
he needs."

"Yes, papas." the boy answered.

He was about sixteen years old. He was slender and funny, in his black
loose coat covering him from his wrists to his ankles, his feet wore
sandals, and had on the head a kind of black cylindrical hat that made
him seem taller and more slender. He had an olive complexion, dark hair
and eyes. His loose coat made it impossible to guess how his body would
look like. His eyes were bright and lively.

"Where do you come from, pilgrim?" he asked while he guided him through
labyrinth of corridors and stairways.

"From very far away. And you?"

"I?" the boy asked, surprised for that question, "I'm a local, of the
outskirt of the town."

"And you are studying to become a priest?"

"A monk, not a priest."

"For how long?"

"Six years. I was just ten when I entered the monastery."

"And you like it?"

"Yes... my family was very poor... here at last I can eat well. Here we
are, this is your room, pilgrim."

"My name is Johane, but my friends call me Jens..."

"We are not allowed to be on familiar terms with the guests... Jens." he
said with a cunning and amused look then added, "But here nobody hears
us."

"Do you have many friends in here?"

"Friends? No, just companions. Friendships are prohibited."

"Prohibited? And why?"

"They could lead to the sin."

"Which sin?" Jens asked - he knew the weird concept of "sin" of that
people, but he couldn't get to guess what it had to do with the
friendship.

"The sin of the flesh... of the sex... they say that we young people are
too hot, and the devil lays traps for us..."

"Ah! And you are... hot? Does the devil lay traps for you?" Jens asked
with a smile, while he was settling in the room.

"Yes, I'm very hot. But the devil doesn't lay traps for me."

"Oh, really?"

"No. Who lay traps are people in bone and flesh."

"What do you mean?" Jens insisted lowering his voice in a cospiratory
and amused tone.

"I should not tell you, a stranger, but... here there are many who make
my blood hot, or to whom I made the blood hot... including some papas."
he added with a giggle.

"That's interesting. And then what happens?"

"That afterwards I have to confess." the boy laughed, not at all
embarrassed.

Jens said, looking in his eyes, "Yes, you can really make hot the blood
of a man."

"Yours too, Jens?"

"Yes, mine too." the knight answered stretching out his arms to pull the
boy to him.

But the boy wriggled away laughing and at the door, said, "Jens?"

"Yes?" the knight asked slightly disappointed.

"A step at a time, all right? I don't yet know if I can trust you. How
long do you think to stay here?"

"How long may I stay?"

"Well... there are still many free rooms - a week, two... possibly even
three."

"So, then... we will have time." Jens suggested.

"Yes, we will have time, a step at the time." the boy said and went
away, closing the door at his back.

Jens felt aroused by that conversation, but more then the words, more
than the body of the boy that he couldn't evaluate, it was for the eyes
and the cunning smile of the novice; as well for his voice already
manly, low and dulcet-like. He had just to give him time, and something
would come out.

He wore a Greek-style tunic, of fine very light blue linen, with a
decoration in white and silver as a laticlavium, that an aristocrat gave
him after a crazy night of sex, a belt of damascened leather and a light
mantle of Persian silk - he was elegant. He then finished to set all his
belongings. He noticed that the heavy door of massive wood didn't have a
bolt, but there in the monastery his goods were safe, he knew it.

He asked himself how safe it could be having sex there without being
caught. That weird civilisation considered all the sexual relationship
of any kind as a wrong thing, and yet everybody indulged abundantly in
it in any possible way. It was enough not to be caught and everything
was allowed. What a weird people! Jens said to himself.

He saw that under his window there was a beautiful garden and decided to
go there. He lost his way several times along the corridors, but finally
he reached it. He sat near a well, at the shadow of three little trees,
on an old stone capital. The air was balmy. He was immersed in his
thoughts when he saw the young monks pass in silence in a double line,
under the small porch. One of them left the line and went to him - he
was Alfeo.

When he was in front of him he said in a low voice, "We are going to the
chapel for the prayers of Nones. If you want to come... or else you can
wait for me here, and later I'll come... as you like."

"I'm coming willingly, at least I can look at you..." Jens answered in a
low voice.

The novice blushed lightly and nodded, then quickly went back to his
line and disappeared behind a door. The knight stood up and followed
them. He entered a wide rectangular room with all the walls decorated in
coloured mosaics. At one end there was what he thought should be an
altar, surrounded on three sides by seats with tall, sculpted backs
where the monks were sitting. The common people were sitting on benches
in front of the altars, in two rows. Jens went to sit in the first line
of benches, the nearer to the altar, searching with his eyes for Alfeo.
The boy was looking towards him, but his expression didn't change. Jens
followed the rite with curiosity, standing up, sitting and kneeling like
the others were doing. The slow, low songs were fascinating. The boy
that was given to assist him, was even more fascinating... Their eyes
met often.

When the rite was over, the people, in great part women, swarmed out
through a great door in the end of the room. The monks instead passing
through a small door went to the garden, and Jens followed them, and
went to sit again near the well. After a while some novices went to
wander in the garden, and finally also Alfeo appeared. The boy didn't go
at once to him, but chatted for a while with his companions. Finally he
went to Jens.

He sat near the knight, "You didn't cease a moment to look at me."

"You too were looking at me very often." Jens answered.

"Yes... I didn't want to, but... it was stronger than me."

"Why you didn't want to look at me?"

"Not to sin with you too."

"And on the contrary?" the knight asked in an artful tone.

"And on the contrary!" the boy answered, lowering his eyes then, raising
them again and looking straight in his eyes, said, "Why did you come
here?"

"I liked the garden and was getting bored in my room."

"No, here in this monastery, to me."

"I didn't even know you existed... but I'm glad I met you. Where is the
problem?"

"You are the problem... You seem to came out from all my dreams. I could
never resist you, not even if I wanted, I know..." he said in a sad and
mournful tone.

"But you want to resist me?"

"No!" Alfeo said determined, then added, "Even though I should."

"And why you should?"

"Because it is evil... they say."

"Evil? And why?"

"Because it is against the law of god."

"God makes us meet, god makes us feel ablaze for each other, but then...
don't you think it is just cruel?"

"Yes. But if I have to sin... better with you than with others."

"But isn't god love?"

"Yes, but without sex."

"But he created us so, with the sex." Jens insisted searching in his
memory what along his journey he had learned about that contradictory
religion.

"The papas fucked me, a few days ago, while he was saying - this is a
sin, this is a sin!" the boy giggled.

"Did you enjoy it?"

"I like better... There was another novice, older than me, that now
lives in another monastery... He loved me... and he said me that he had
to tell me so with his entire body... and it was beautiful... To fuck...
being fucked... it's a pleasure, sure, but... with him it was
different." the boy muttered, his voice filled of nostalgia. "And..." he
added hesitant, "you... your way to look at me... is like his own. You
don't look at me with... with lust, but with... tenderness."

"And you are thirsty for love, my boy." Jens gently said.

"Yes. But I know that I will never find it."

"And why?"

"Because I have to become a monk, and do it hiding and... and be ashamed
of what I feel and... I know the passion... I had just a taste of
love... but it couldn't last, do you see?"

They were silent for some time, then the boy added, "Why to love can be
a sin? I can't understand that."

"Neither can I, Alfeo. In my country... we have many gods, not just one,
but none of them says so weird things. In my land two men can love each
other in the open, under the sunlight."

"Where is your country?" the boy asked.

"Very far away."

"Of course, very far away..." the boy repeated, shaking his head. "You
know?" he then said, "besides Georgios, I never could talk in this way,
of these matters, with anybody. Will you stay here two, three weeks?"

"With pleasure, Alfeo."

"Thank you. Come, I'll give you a tour of the entire monastery, then we
will have our supper."

"Together?"

"I with the novices, you with the pilgrims."

"And later?" Jens insisted.

"And later, Jens... when everybody is asleep... If I can, I'll come to
see you."

"I hope you can. I'm longing for you to come."

"I too. You did not not just light a fire inside me, but a thousand
fires."

"I would like to take you here..."

"God forbid, but... I would love we really could."

They again became silent.

Then Alfeo said, "I don't know if tonight... I possibly don't still feel
ready for you..."

"A step at a time, my friend." Jens said.

"Yes, please... I'll try to come, but you promise me..."

"What?"

"That you will not take profit of my weakness."

"I promise, knight's word!"

"Let's go. Our monastery is very ancient, and interesting. It was
founded three hundred years ago, in the year 1297 since the foundation
of Rome..." the boy started to explain, leading the man on a tour of the
buildings.

That night Jens, lying on the bed of his narrow monastery cell, was
looking at the dancing shadows made alive on the wall by the lantern and
was thinking of Alfeo. That boy was bewitching him. He came, that night.
He lay near him and they talked for a long time, then he said good night
and went back to his small cell.

During the following day he saw him several times. Then again in the
second night, and in the third. On the third night, for the first time,
they embraced each other, but without doing anything more. To Jens it
was a sacrifice, but he wanted to respect the tormented soul of the boy.
A step at a time, as Alfeo said. Then the previous night he kissed the
boy and Alfeo literally melt under him, and cried.

"Why are you crying, my boy?" he asked him.

"Because I'm falling in love with you."

"And..."

"And you will go away. I would like to give myself to you, but I'm
scared - I don't want to suffer another separation, and yet..."

Jens would have liked to propose to him to go away with him, but first
of all, he knew, he needed to have sex with the novice, to be sure,
"drink" him to really know him. He was thinking about that, and the
dilemma seemed insurmountable. Already a week had elapsed; time was
starting to run short. He was also astounded as he usually liked more
aged boys, but Alfeo at his eyes was more and more special, more and
more desirable.

He heard his door open and saw him enter. He smiled him sitting up on
the bed and stretched toward him his arms in a silent invitation.

Alfeo carefully closed the door and drew near him but didn't climb on
the bed. "Papas Gherolamos discovered I'm coming to you at night."

"And?" Jens asked in alarm.

"He said... he said that I should possibly ask the vows dispensation and
leave the monastery..."

"And you?"

"I said him that I will think about it. He said that... either so or I
renounce to my sin."

"Do you want to ask for the dispensation?"

"And then? What can I do? Where can I go? My life is in a dead end. I
didn't learn a craft, I don't have a family backing me - they are too
poor. I don't have friends..."

"You have me..."

"You soon will go... too soon."

He wanted to tell him - you could come away with me... but he had first
to do another step.

"Come on my bed, with me." he said instead.

Alfeo was about climbing on it, then stopped and looked at him, "You
want... you desire to..." he said, then blushed and added with an almost
imperceptible voice, "you want me to undress?"

"I would be glad. But do you want?"

"I think so... even though I know that... that doing so... I would be no
more able to resist you."

"Do you want to resist me?"

"No."

"Even knowing that I will soon go away?"

"We still have some ten days... nights... and at least I will have you
in my heart... together with Georgios."

"Undress, then... and undress me too." the man said gently.

Alfeo opened his black coat and let it slid away from his shoulders, and
for the first time Jens could see him naked. He was slim but well built,
his soft member hanged between his legs, adorned by a thick tuft of
curled black hair that thinned in a line towards his navel. The boy took
off the clothes of the man.

When he saw his beautiful hard member he blushed and said, "You desire
me..."

"Yes, but I will do nothing that you don't want, I promised you."

"But I... I would like... to do everything!" he said and blushed again.

Jens saw that the boy's member was hardening. He pulled Alfeo closer,
and lay on top of him. The man wrapped him in his arms and legs, and the
boy leaned his cheek on the man's shoulder, with a light sigh.

"It's so different..."

"From what?"

"Of what I always did in hurry, in a dark corner... May I kiss you?"

"You can do anything you like, without asking me. Everything."

Alfeo raised his head, smiled and bent down to kiss him. Jens hugged him
with more vigour and caressed his back. The boy caressed his cheek and
his hair, lowly moaning his pleasure.

After some time, he parted from him and said, "Let me go now, this is
the first time we are naked. I want to admire you... My god! What a
wonderful body you have! You are beautiful, you are strong. And you are
making me feel desired... it's a wonderful feeling." he whispered
caressing the body of the man with gentle hands and dreaming eyes.

Jens shuddered, "You too desire me." He said.

"Yes... and I would like that... even if it will last a few days... I
want it to be different, not only to fuck. Am I asking too much?"

"No, on the contrary."

"Touch me, please... ooohhh, so..."

While the strong hands of the man explored his fresh and warm body,
Alfeo bent on him and started to suck his nipples, to lick his wide and
strong chest, then lowered to the belly. Jens was waiting, hoping that
the boy would not stop his exploration journey down and down... And he
was not disappointed.

He felt his tongue on the testicles, then along the pole, and finally on
his gland. "You have a good scent of male, intoxicating..." he whispered
before letting the entire powerful stake slip inside his mouth.

Jens shuddered, tensed, relaxed, enjoying the novice passionate
ministrations, He would have liked to take him to turn him around, hug
him and take in his mouth his hard young and yet vigorous member, but he
had decided to let the boy do as he pleased, therefore he simply slip
his fingers in his hair and caressed his head, to make him feel how much
he was appreciating his cares.

He then thought, "I don't need to drink from him, it will be enough if
he drinks from me and understands and does his choice..." and abandoned
himself to that delightful mouth.

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CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 9

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