Date: Sat, 2 Oct 2010 16:44:18 +0200 From: A.K. Subject: The Secret Memories of Lord Moriesson 19/20 (historical and encounters) ---------------------------- THE SECRET MEMORIES OF LORD MORIESSON By Andrej Koymasky � 2010 Written on July 27, 2002 Translated by the Author English text kindly revised by Brian ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "THE SECRET MEMORIES OF LORD MORIESSON" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest. ----------------------------- Chapter 19 - How I resigned myself to pay street boys One of the reasons why I rented that room in Bristol, besides giving a safe shelter to Lukas, was the advice that the cavalry captain Dale gave me. In fact I was feeling the need, in spite that I was then forty-one years old, to get something more than a few, sporadic, lucky encounters once in a long while. I therefore started to go three or four times each month to Bristol, to look for one of those boys who sold their graces behind the cathedral. It was true - there were always several of them there. Their age was between thirteen and about twenty. Some of them were even handsome and desirable. So, in 1693, amongst others, I met Josh, a twenty year old boy that I took to that room several times, as he was handsome, was good at making love, and also because he was the older of five brothers he had to support, as they were orphaned at a young age. To earn enough money, during the day he worked as a docker at the port, and in the evening he offered himself on the street. Josh was a Welsh boy, tall and slender, possibly a little too thin, but with a sensual body. He had a nice pole, but what struck me was that, while his hair was dark brown and sleek, the hair on his groin was curly and blond� For the rest, his body was hairless like I prefer, besides a very light fair down on his forearms and legs. The first time I saw Josh, while as Dale told me, I was walking and making some coins jingle in my hand, even though I thought he was an interesting boy, I was walking on hoping to find something better. But the boy approached me and, almost shyly, said, "Sir, may I offer you my services?" "I don't know, boy� I want to walk some more, and if when I am back I find you still here, possibly�" "Sir, I pray you� You will not regret, if you would put me to the test�" he insisted with a beseeching glance. All summed up that boy was not bad, and I was unable to resist his beseeching. "All right. Follow me." I then said to him. We took the ferry. When we were in my room, he asked me, "Tell me what you want me to do, sir�" "Let's undress and come onto the bed with me�" I said. Naked, lying side by side, I caressed his handsome but skinny body. "How do you like me to give you pleasure, sir?" Josh asked. "It's up to you. Busy yourself and let's see if you deserve my coins�" I answered. He leaned on my body and started to suck my nipples, while caressing me all over my body. He then went down on my belly, and finally went to take care of my hard rod. He licked it with some skill, it was clear he had experience. He took its head between his lips making the prepuce slip down and working the glans so uncovered with his tongue, while with his two hands he was teasing my nipples and gently kneading my testicles. He then dove taking it entirely in his mouth, making it reach his throat, and started to bob his head. He was giving me much pleasure, he was skilled. After some time, I pushed him away from there. "Lie on your belly, now. I want to fuck you." "Yes, sir� Did you like it up to now?" he asked looking at me with an interrogative expression. "Yes, boy. But now I want something more� serious." "Of course, sir." he said and quickly lied down, spreading his legs and also his buttocks with both hands, and waited. I went on top and down on him, penetrating him with one only, continuous push. When I was totally immersed into him, Josh made his anus throb and tossed his pelvis lightly. I then, placing my hands at his sides and my knees between his legs, started to hammer inside him. At each of my strokes he emitted a low moan, and pushed his bottom upwards. I made him turn his head and kissed him deeply in his mouth. He returned my kiss, sucking my tongue and continuing to lowly moan. I guessed he was not doing so just for his trade, but that he was really enjoying it, and this increased my pleasure. When I felt I was too close to my orgasm, I pulled out of him and made him turn on his back, laid on top of him and kissed him again. "You like doing it, boy, don't you? You aren't doing it only for the money, am I wrong?" I asked him. "You are right, sir. But do you like doing it with me?" "Yes, I like you. How long have you been doing this, Josh?" "Since I was thirteen, sir, and my younger brother was six years old. My mother died, and then my father took me on his pallet and fucked me every night. But that I do it for money� it is since I was fifteen, sir, after my father also died." "But� did you like doing it with your father?" I asked him, amazed. "Yes, sir, he was good at doing it, he always fucked me with much care� differently from some of my customers. He was a handsome man, and still young, and he needed to have a body in his arms� to love� He kissed me, as you did, sir. Almost none of my customers ever do that." "If you ate some more, Josh, you would be a really perfect boy�" I said to him. "I have first to feed my younger brothers� if something remains, I too eat." I made him fold his legs upwards making his ankles lean on my shoulders, and took him again, from before. I caressed his chest and he caressed mine. Once in a while I bent down to kiss him. And finally I came inside him. "You didn't come yet, Josh�" "It doesn't matter, sir� and if this evening I can possibly find another customer, it would be better� if you don't mind." "I liked you Josh. The next times, if I find you, I will always choose you." I said, and on top of the usual fee, I counted him out two more coins. I didn't always find him, but I kept my promise - each time he was waiting behind the cathedral, I took him with me, and he too, when he saw me, came to offer me his services. About one year later, I was then forty-three years old, I met another interesting boy. His name was Ryan, he was eighteen years old, had a thick head of black hair like a Saxon and intense eyes like a scamp. Differently from Josh, who made love with calm and warm tenderness, Ryan in bed was a little devil, really pleasurable. He gave pleasure to his customers but it was clear that he too was very much amused. He had offered his services for only one year that is from when, in the High Church Seminary of Bristol, he had been caught in the bed of one of his preceptors� The man had been thrown in jail with the charge of sodomy; the boy had been chased away from the seminary, and also from his house, by his family, rich shopkeepers, who were ashamed of him. Therefore Ryan now earned his bread selling his body. The first time I saw him, it was him who approached me. I had uselessly tried to find Josh, and was sitting on the long stone seat that was around the apse. He came in front of me. "Sir, this evening Josh can't come. Would you like to have me in his place?" "Did Josh send you? Did he find another customer?" I asked him, surprised. "No, sir. His second brother has been ill for three days and Josh is taking care of him� I noticed that you always choose him, and as he can't come�" "Is his brother's illness serious?" "No, not so much. Josh paid a doctor who told him that his brother would heal. Well, then, do you want me?" He had a carefree and likeable air, a little cheeky, that I liked. So I stood up and told him to follow me. I took him to my house in Cardiff. While I was undressing myself, he was already naked, sitting on the bed, his legs spread and was slowly masturbating himself and looking at me with a little smile. "Do you like what you see, sir?" he asked me. "Not bad at all, Ryan, not bad at all." I answered, returning his smile and finishing undressing myself. He looked at my already hard rod, "Yes, I can see that. But I bet that you are more interested in my small arse, aren't you?" he asked. "I don't have particular preferences, but I think I would enjoy it� Turn around and let me see it." He went on his knees on the bed and spread his buttocks, "So, then, what do you think? Isn't it inviting?" "It really is. Stay so�" I said and, standing near the edge of the bed, I took him at his waist and pulled him to me, sinking into him. "Wow! Powerful! Bang me, make me feel how strong, how virile you are!" "Tell me, Ryan, were you doing this also with your preceptor?" I asked starting to "bang" him with a will. "Yes, I did. The first time it hurt, I was not used to it� but I also liked it. Do you know, it was a� a fair pain. And gradually there was only pleasure. Do you like, then, my small arse?" "Yes, I like it." "And I like your beautiful mace and how you use it! Harder� so� Josh is lucky having found a man like you� Oh, yes� so!" He was tossing and rocking against my groin, his head turned back to look at me, smiling at me, pleased. "If you like it so much�" I jested, "You should pay me!" "Don't pull my leg, sir! I am earning my bread. If I love my job, it is just luck, not everybody can say the same." "Don't worry, I was just joking." "But happily you are not joking with your mace" he said with a giggle. With one hand I seized his beautiful hard pole and with the other I teased his small, hard nipples. Ryan moaned happily and made his anus pulse strongly. "Sir, there is another way the sir my preceptor liked to fuck me there in the seminary. Do you want to try it?" "How is it?" "At put-out-candle." "That is?" "Did you ever see in the church, when the sacristan passes to put out all the candles with that long pole with a metal cone on the top? He goes up and down with it on the row of candles� You lie down on your bed, on your back, and your pole is the candle, and I go up and down to put it out� Do you want to try it?" I laughed, "Why not! I didn't know it was called that� it is clear that you are an expert on priests and churches�" I said, pulling out of him. "Yes� the sir my preceptor ended up in jail, the poor man� but I well know that other of the priests did it with we seminarians, and also the seminarians did it between them� and do it often. Good, so� And now�" He stood up astride my pelvis, then he crouched down placing his hands at his back and while on his suggestion I was keeping my "candle" straight up, he went down on it, and started to move up and down with a fast rhythm, his head bent backwards. His pole was bouncing at each of his movements, so I took it in my hand so that, at the same time, I was masturbating him. "Yes, so, sir! In a short while my candle will also get its share�" "But so, instead of putting it out, I think I will put it on�" I joked, enjoying his vigorous ride on my rod. "No, they are already on� they will be put out, you will see, as soon as the white, liquid� smoke comes out from them!" Ryan giggled. It was a really agreeable encounter, so after that first time, whenever Josh was not there I took Ryan with me to my place. That first time, after we were sated, I asked Ryan to take me to Josh's house. The latter was surprised to see me. I asked him how his brother was, then, hiding from Ryan, I put some coins in his hands, telling him to take good care of his brother. Josh thanked me, deeply moved. That same year, 1694, Lukas ended his studies. I then proposed to him to become my secretary. He accepted at once with joy and gratitude, and also his parents thanked me very much. Even though Lukas was just eighteen, he was a very good acquisition; he carried out his work with seriousness, precision and dedication, and he also had elegant writing. I was very happy with him. He assisted me both for my personal things and for the factory business. Each time I took one of the boys home from Bristol, it was Lukas who paid them after they had satisfied me. I turned forty-four, and it was 1695. Josh had found a good job for his second brother, and now that they could work together, Josh stopped walking the streets. I was glad for him. But Ryan was also no longer there, as he had moved to London. So I looked for another boy, as even if at times I liked a variation in my "diet", I liked better to have a more or less steady boy to pay and take to my home. So, one day I saw a new boy. He was a little older than the others, he was twenty-one years old. He was a slender but strong boy, he had sad eyes but of a beautiful golden-green colour, sensual lips, a straight nose on a face slightly squared. He had beautiful, soft curled hair of a light brown and, also this time I was amazed, the hair on his pubes were sparse, sleek and dark brown� When the first time I passed in front of him and making the coins jingle I looked in his eyes, the boy lowered them, so that I though he was not one of the boys, but then raised them again and looked at me. With a hesitant voice he asked, "Does the sir desire my services?" "Yes, come with me." I said to him, going towards the house of the widow. Contrarily to the other boys, he didn't walk at my side, but a couple steps behind me, so that at times, turning at a street corner, I looked back to be sure he was following me. I took him upstairs, had him enter my room and shut the door. The boy remained near the door-jamb, looking at the floor. "What's your name, boy?" I asked him as usual, as I always liked to know the name of who came in bed with me, and also a little about who they were, what life they had. "Ben Clay, sir." "I never saw you there, before. Did you hustle somewhere else?" "No, sir, it is just a month that I� I do the trade." "But� do you like it or you do it just for money, Ben?" "I need money� but I also like doing it." "When did you discover you like it, Ben?" I asked starting to undress. The boy saw I was taking off my clothes, so he too started to undress, "I was fifteen years old�" he answered. I had judged well, Ben had a handsome body and also his jewels were beautiful. Undressing he let his few and poor clothes fall on the floor higgledy-piggledy, but when he saw that I carefully folded my clothes, he picked them up, folded them and put them on a low stool he had near him. I took him to my bed. At first I thought I chose the wrong boy, as he meekly let me do all I wanted, but he didn't seem to participate. But then he gradually got over it and at first shyly, then more freely, he started to take his initiative, making it some more agreeable for me. I hadn't yet kissed him, as only when I feel a strong attraction is it spontaneous for me to do it. But Ben kissed me - a wonderful kiss, sensual, deep, long, that had the power to arouse me very much. He then said, "You kiss very well, sir�" "You do to." I said caressing him. "Tuker never kissed me, there in the jail�" he said then became silent and looked at me with a worried expression. "Have you been in jail, Ben?" I gently asked him. "Yes, sir." he admitted, lowering his eyes. "Do you feel like telling me why?" I asked caressing him and gently embracing him. "If you want� I was fifteen. I don't know who my father was, my mother was a washerwoman there at the river� she drowned� I was hungry� I stole a loaf of bread from the baker's but I was caught� so I was thrown in jail� for five years� As soon as I was put in, those men jumped on me� They fucked me all night long� they were hurting me, I was crying� they were so many� the warden saw it and burst into laughter� he told me that I just got what I deserved� They did so for several days. "But then one day Bart Tuker took me with him and said that I belonged to him and that only he could fuck me� he was in for having murdered several people� therefore everybody feared him. But Tuker treated me well, and also when he did it with me, he always made sure that I too enjoyed it, that it was good for me too. And he shared his food with me. So I was his boy for five years. But he never kissed�" "Five years of jail for a piece of bread?" I asked thinking it was a huge punishment, especially for a boy just fifteen years old, who was orphaned and who moreover was hungry. "It was an entire loaf of bread, sir, just taken out of the oven." Ben said and his specification made me smile. "I see. And then? What happened when you were freed? About one year ago, if I'm not wrong." "I looked for a job. But everybody knew that I had been in jail because I stole, so nobody gave me a job� at most some errands at times, but they don't trust me. I didn't want to steal again, as I don't want to go to jail again� so� this is why I do the trade�" "But you told me that you like it, even though those men raped you�" "It was Tuker who made me come to like it. He was big and stout, rude, he had black glances� but he always treated me very well, sir. Inside he was not a bad man. He made me enjoy it� But he never kissed me�" "So, then, who taught you to kiss?" I asked him. "Another boy� a few months ago� and I liked it very much. If the sir wants to fuck me in the arse� I take it willingly�" he then said. I had him lie on his side, his legs curled up, I laid at his back and took him so, raising my torso a little and making him turn his shoulders, so that I could kiss him while taking him. He started to masturbate himself, but I moved his hand away and took care of his nice warm, strong peg. As soon as I came inside him, he too unloaded in my hand, moaning while I continued to kiss him. "Thank you, sir." he said when we parted. "Thank you, Ben? And for what?" I asked him, slightly astounded. "For having had sex with me� like if you cared for me and not just like if I were an animal to mount�" he said. I ruffled his hair, "You are a good boy, Ben. Each time I come to Bristol, I will always look for you." "Don't you live in Bristol sir?" "No, I live in Cardiff, but I come quite often to Bristol�" "It's close by, it takes little time to come here." he said then asked, "Now, sir, may I dress again?" So, after that first time, I went almost always with him. He gradually opened up to me, became more spontaneous and also more pleasurable during our encounters. 1696 came, that is last year, the last of my notes. I just turned forty-five. I decided to go to Bristol to find Ben and to amuse myself with him or with another boy. I went to the cathedral and started to tour the lanes behind it, always making my coins jingle, and passing them from a hand to the other, in the usual signal. There were less boys than usual, possibly because weather was rainy, and therefore also less gentlemen were wandering along those lanes. I already did a complete tour without seeing Ben, therefore I started to look around to choose a substitute for that evening. I saw a light blond boy, his hair gathered at his back in a ponytail. He had big, luminous eyes of a beautiful intense blue. His lips were soft and delicate and made me feel the desire to kiss them. He was serious, but serene. He looked at the passers-by with straight and frank glances, evaluating them, even without having a cheeky expression. I at once felt attracted to him. When our eyes met, the boy came towards me and greeted me with the usual sentence, "May I offer you my services, sir?" "Yes, boy, surely. Come with me." He walked at my side but a half step behind, like a page would do with his master. He was dressed in a really poor way, as almost all the boys who offered themselves in that area, but he was extremely clean. When we were in Cardiff, and went to my bedroom, I asked him his name and how old he was. "My name is Tom Scott, sir, and I am seventeen years old. Should I undress, or would you prefer to undress me?" I liked his air, so frank, direct but respectful, without being servile. I thought that, at least at a first superficial evaluation, he seemed to be one of the best boys I ever found in those lanes. "You will undress me, and I you, Tom. I thought you were older�" "The sir likes older boys better?" he asked, starting to open my clothes. "Yes, but you too will possibly be all right�" I answered starting to take off his clothes. I was slightly surprised seeing that Tom was the first of those boys of a low social level who also wore underwear, very old but clean too. Up to then none of the boys I found on the streets wore underpants, besides Ryan the former seminarian. I asked myself if by chance he was coming from a family of a certain level� As we got naked, we laid on the bed. With pleasure I saw that Tom was already fully aroused, as was I also. I embraced him. "Before starting, Tom, would you feel like telling me something about yourself? I always liked knowing something about the boys I choose, even if it is just once. Of course, if you want to tell me. I would rather get a no than that you invent some pitiful story just to scrounge a few more coins from me." "No, sir, no risks of that� the agreed fee remains what it is. What can I tell you� My mother died delivering me, I was her first and last child. My father married again when I was, I think, three or four years old. From his second wife he had three children, two step sisters and a step brother. Then, two years ago, my father died. My step mother threw me out of the house, as she said that she could barely feed her three children�" "And so you started to hustle�" "No, not at once, sir� At first I worked in a shop. My father had worked as a wig maker and when he died, his master took me in his place. But that man� besides making me braid hair for the wigs, wanted at all costs to take me to his bed� and I really didn't want to� So I left." "You don't want to go to bed with a man, but now you do the trade?" I asked him, somewhat unbelieving. "Don't you see, sir, I understood that I like men when I was fourteen, that is one year before my father died. I did it, and more than willingly, with the son of a joiner who had his shop near our house, a twenty-two year old boy. Yes, I liked doing it with him. He taught me, and doing it with him was beautiful. And now, doing the trade, I can choose the customer with whom I prefer to go� I may earn a little less, that is true, but at least� My master was a man who disgusted me, he was hideous. He never washed himself, he stunk, he stunk of beer, of rancid sweat� and also his manners were� rude, coarse, boorish� He didn't want to amuse himself with me, but just use me� Just think that� he wanted even to piss on me to amuse himself� I really didn't feel like accepting to go with him!" "I can understand you. And do you still meet that boy, the son of the joiner?" "No, he enlisted as a sailor when I was sixteen, and I haven't see him since. Now� I am with another boy� He is a really sweet boy, who really loves me, and I love him." That day our conversation ended there, and we made love. I liked him very much. So I started to alternate Ben with Tom, taking the first of them I met with me. Once, about the end of last year, I was with Tom; chatting with him as usual, he said, "Do you know, sir, my boy and I are saving some money, because we would like to leave the cellar where we are now living, as it is dark and damp, really uncomfortable� We would like to be able to rent a room, even a small one like this." "What job does your boy do?" "He walks the street like me. He earns a little more money than me, and at first it was him who helped me, and last year, as I was ill, he spent all his savings to pay a doctor to treat me. He really loves me, and I love him. We met on the street� he had just started the trade, as he couldn't find a job� I taught him all I knew about the trade. Just think that I even had to teach him how to kiss�" This last sentence made me curious, "Would you tell me what is the name of your boy?" I then asked him. "His name id Ben�" he answered. "Ben Clay? Who is twenty-two?" I then asked him. "Do you know him, sir?" he asked, slightly astounded. "When I can't see you, I look for him, and when I can't see him, I look for you. I didn't know you were lovers!" "Ben told me that he has a customer he likes better than all the others� oh, yes� then he was talking about you�" I don't know why, but I was seized by a strong emotion. "Tell me, Tom, if both of you found a good job, would you like to stop walking the streets? Live together quietly and safely? Make love only between you two?" "It would be a dream, sir. But who do you think would give us a job? He a former jailbird, and I who, besides plaiting hair, am not able to do anything. At a certain point I even thought to enlist in the army or in the navy. But I didn't want to leave my Ben�" "Tom, do you know where Ben is now?" "I think in Bristol, with a customer, sir." "When you both have finished, where do you meet?" "There in the lane behind the cathedral, then we go back home together." "Would you please go back to Bristol with me to wait for him?" "Don't you want to make love first, sir?" "Not this time. My secretary will give you your coins anyway, like usual, but let's go back to Bristol to wait for him." "As you like, sir�" Tom said somewhat perplexed. We dressed again, went to take the ferry and went together to wait for Ben. When he came, he was a little surprised to see us together. I then said to the two boys, "Listen, I know both of you very well; you, Ben, for two years and you, Tom, for one year and I like both of you very much� and I don't mean only for sex. I have therefore decided that if you move to Cardiff, I will offer you both a job in my factory. I can give you a good wage, I think more than what you can earn now, and I will also find a dignified room for you to live in� and to make love between you without needing to sell yourselves to other men� and neither to me, of course. Do you accept?" "Why are you offering this, sir� if you don't want to take advantage of it to have us in your bed?" Tom asked me. "Because I learned to appreciate both of you as persons. I like you. And because when two beings are in love, they should be able to love each other without hindrances� Be careful, I will not give you anything for nothing, you will have to earn your money working honestly. But if you accept� I would be happy." They accepted, and now they work in my factory. Ben became very skilled using the loom with twelve healds; Tom instead is a very skilled warper. I also found for them a nice small and cheap room close to the factory. The two boys are grateful to me, and for me it is a real pleasure to help them, possibly even greater than the pleasure I could get from them in bed. And out of respect for their mutual love, I never again asked them to have sex with me. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 20 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. If someone wants to read them, the URL is http://andrejkoymasky.com If you want to send me feed-back, or desire to help revising my English translations, so that I can put on-line more of my stories in English please e-mail at andrej@andrejkoymasky.com ---------------------------