All evening long, Enzo was quiet, immersed in his thoughts that were a mix of expectation and fear. He knew what was about to happen that night -- what he had desired and hoped was about to be realized, and right with the man he dreamed about. But now he was feeling somewhat scared. What if it would not be as beautiful as he had thought? And yet, in spite of his anxiety, the boy's eyes were shining. The fact of knowing that he was desired by the young man filled him with joy that overcame his fears.
At the belvedere, he almost didn't talk. When Martino asked him what the corporal told him, Enzo said that he simply asked him to move some tools and Martino didn't persist. Also, his father accepted that simple explanation without any problem, and the boy, feeling somewhat guilty for that lie, left one additional coin on the table, almost to ease the burden on his conscience -- it was the first time he ever lied to his father.
At 10:30 Rosario and Cesare said they were going back home. Enzo waited just a few more minutes, then said goodbye and went towards his home. But instead of going back to his house, after looking around and making sure that nobody was looking through their windows and the street was deserted, he continued with a fast pace towards the road to the Cemetery. Reaching the crossroad, he stopped, sat near the aedicule and waited more and more anxiously.
He had been there for just a few minutes when he heard the steps of a horse from the darkness. He stood up, looking at the narrow dark road, trying to make out the shape of the young man riding on the horse. Finally he could see him, and Enzo felt like his heart was pierced by a dart. Ruggiero came near the boy, and for a while, neither of them spoke.
Then the young man extended his arm, "Come up, come on!" he simply said.
Enzo seized his arm and Ruggiero pulled him up on the saddle in front of him. Enzo shuddered, feeling the warmth of the young man's body against his own. Ruggiero turned his horse around and spurred it, taking the path down towards the valley.
He girdled the boy's waist with one arm and Enzo let himself lean against that strong body with a confused sense of pleasure. In a while, he felt the young man's turgidity pushing against his ass and shuddered intensely. The horse was proceeding at a fast pace, and each step of the animal made the two bodies press and brush against each other. Enzo was more and more aroused, feeling the young man's excitation and knowing it was because of him.
The night air was intensely scented with a mix of sensual fragrances, and the crickets were singing vigorously, throwing into the darkness their passionate calling for love. The horse puffed from time to time, carrying the weight of two people, but still proceeded fast and steadily on the road.
They reached an old building, and by the moon light Enzo recognized it as the abandoned oil mill, now used as a warehouse. Ruggiero stopped his horse, let the boy jump down, then he got down and approached the gates. He took out a big key from his jacket pocket and opened the gate, which emitted a long, faint grating sound. He signaled the boy to enter and followed him along with his horse, then shut the gate again. It was dark inside and Enzo stopped.
He felt Ruggiero's hand taking his arm and leading him forward. He let the young man guide him.
"Careful, there is a stairway," the young man said, and Enzo felt it with his feet. They went up. They were now in a small room with a window from which the moonlight poured inside. "Here," Ruggiero simply said.
"I can't stay very long..." the boy murmured.
"It will be enough for what we came here to do," the young man answered.
"To do?" Enzo asked, feeling he was silly.
"Did you change your mind?" the young man asked, letting go of his arm, "you know what I desire, don't you?"
"Yes, sticking it in my ass," the boy answered.
Ruggiero looked at him, almost stunned by the crudeness of that expression, but Enzo didn't know any other way to express it, and in that straight expression, he didn't find anything bad or shameful anyway, but rather...
So he asked again, almost to be sure that his dream would really become real, "You like doing it, don't you?"
"Yes, sure, a lot. It is really good."
"Good... for me too?" the boy asked hesitantly.
"For you too," the young man gently said, then almost with amazement, having already guessed the answer, he asked, "You've never done it before?"
"No, never. But you have, haven't you? With a lot of boys?"
"A lot, yes, but I never desired any of them as much as I desire you," Ruggiero said, taking the boy's arm again and slightly pulling him towards himself, his eyes lit with desire.
Enzo stepped back and murmured, "Wait..."
"We have little time, don't we?" the young man reminded him but let him free again.
"But they all were happy afterwards?" the boy asked.
"I would never lie to you. You are important to me," Ruggiero said with a sincere tone, "It will be beautiful, you'll see. Trust me," he added.
"I trust you. But let me see it, before..." the boy murmured, looking between Ruggiero's legs.
The young man smiled, unbuttoned his jacket, then started to unbutton his trousers also.
Enzo stopped him with his hand and asked with a hint of nervousness, "May I pull it out? Does this bother you?"
"On the contrary..." the young man answered, smiling at him with obvious excitement.
Enzo, started to unbutton the trousers with his fingers, delicately rummaged in the fine cloth underpants and finally extracted Ruggiero's tool from his trousers and caressed it lightly, "My God, isn't it big!" he murmured with admiration and fear at the same time, "So much bigger than mine!"
"Don't you like it?"
"Yes... it's beautiful."
"Do you want it inside you?"
"Is it not what you want from me?"
"But do you want it?"
"That's why I'm here, am I not?"
"Are you regretting it now?"
"Not yet," the boy shyly smiled.
"Let me lower your breeches, then," Ruggiero said, making Enzo's cloth braces slip out from his shoulders.
Enzo held up his breeches with both his hands, not to let them drop to the ground, and while looking straight into the young man's eyes, said, "But first I have to ask you something, if you want to put it inside my ass."
"What?" the young man asked, afraid that the boy would ask him for money. Of course, he would give it to him, but he would be disappointed -- he seemed like a clean and honest boy, different from the big boys in Palermo or in Siracusa who only went with him for money.
"If it hurts me, you will not force me to take it all, right? If I ask you to, you'll stop, right?" the boy asked with a low voice, continuing to caress the erect member of his companion.
"Sure, Enzo, I don't want to hurt you. Do you want me to swear?"
"I don't need that, I trust you. It is just so big, and long, that it scares me a little. But now, if you want, you can also undress me," Enzo said with a shy smile.
"Good, and you undress me. It is even better when we are naked," the young man said with emotion. They undressed each other, and meanwhile Ruggiero caressed the boy's body. "God, how beautiful you are, Enzo!" he murmured. "It seems like a dream to me, having you here with me, but rather... Come here, now," Ruggiero said, gently pushing Enzo towards a pile of empty sacks.
"What should I do?" the boy asked hesitantly.
Ruggiero guided him in a half embrace, without answering him. He made the boy kneel on the sacks and knelt behind him, continuing to caress his body. Enzo was trembling, but so was the young man at his back, since he knew he was about take the boy's innocence -- the innocence of the boy who lit up the fire of his desire so strongly, and who accepted his proposal to make love with such simplicity .
"Bend down..." he whispered at the boy's ear.
"This way?" the boy asked, shuddering.
"A little more."
"Yes," Ruggiero answered, caressing the beautiful, fresh body offered to him with sweet pleasure. He could feel the boy's desire and fear, and this mix of sentiments gave him a sense of incredible tenderness. Certainly he wanted him, but he really wanted give him pleasure, not just to enjoy him.
Enzo waited and thought that at this point, even if he wanted, he could no longer withdraw. But he didn't want to withdraw anyway. He told himself that even if it would hurt, he would try to endure the pain because he didn't think it wouldn't be fair to lead the young man to that point and then to disappoint him. No, he didn't want to disappoint Ruggiero.
He felt the warmth of the young man's body against him. The contact of naked skin on naked shin was something completely new to him, incredibly beautiful. He felt the hard rod brushing between his small butt, and this sensation was also wonderful. And when the tip of the rod touched his little hole, he thought that when he teased it with his fingers it was nothing compared to this -- that intimate contact made him shudder and the shuddering of his companion told him about the intensity that was pushing the young man towards him.
"Oh, Enzo!" Ruggiero murmured wit a hoarse voice filled with passion, and started to push.
The boy felt a sweet pleasure, feeling that warm, alive, strong, shuddering piece of flesh starting to push its way inside him. "Ah!" he moaned when the pressure from the young man became stronger.
The young man stopped pushing immediately, and caressed his chest, almost to reassure him. The boy felt that Ruggiero didn't really want to hurt him, because of that gesture. So he started to push lightly backward to make him understand he could continue. The young man then started to push again, and Enzo felt he was being filled by the young man's hard rod that was slowly slipping inside him, and this was a lot better than when he tried to penetrate himself with his fingers -- yes, it was much, much more pleasurable. The slight dull pain of his flesh being stretched to the limit, oddly only seemed to make the pleasure more intense. Enzo was astounded and pleased. "At last..." he thought with bewildered joy.
He felt Ruggiero breathing heavily and thought with pleasure that it was him who aroused the young man so much. He felt him continuing to enter inside him with caution, but also determination and felt a sensation of fullness. Enzo was no longer fearful. And he was not feeling pain as he had feared. He could feel Ruggiero's tool sinking inside him, big, full, and majestic, until it was completely inside.
"Are you all right?" Ruggiero asked, his voice filled with passion.
"Yes, all right."
Then the young man started to slowly move it inside and out and Enzo started to moan. Ruggiero again caressed his body and his turgid genitals.
"Oh, it's beautiful!" the boy murmured when Ruggiero accelerated his rhythm.
Enzo felt exulting, and his joy swept all over his body, taking him to ecstasy. The boy trembled and his trembling became convulsive, until he reached a sudden, intense orgasm. Then Ruggiero erupted inside the boy and Enzo felt like he was in heaven. He thought that this just consumed union had been at the same time the longest and shortest moment in all his life, and also the most beautiful.
The young man kept him tight between his arms and abandoned himself on top of the boy. Then he kissed his cheek. Enzo felt somewhat weird being kissed, but at the same time, that kiss gave him a lot of pleasure, not the earth-shattering pleasure he just enjoyed, but a more subtle, soft and gentle pleasure, but nonetheless just as intense. Ruggiero slipped away from him, turned him over onto his back and took him again in his arms.
"I hurt you a little, didn't I?" the young man asked in a whisper, tenderly pulling him against himself and caressing him.
"A little, at the beginning."
"But are you happy, now?"
"Sure, and you, sir?"
"You still call me sir? At this point it no longer makes any sense, don't you think?"
"At this point?"
"At this point, yes, as you are mine now."
"Yours," the boy echoed with a dreaming voice, then added, "but you will also go with other boys."
"If you want me, I will belong to you also, to you only."
"Really?" the boy repeated, unbelieving, but happy.
"If you want me."
"Sure I want you!"
"So it doesn't make sense calling me sir, does it? Now I am yours too. You will have to call me by my name."
"I can't call you by your name. The others would know."
"I don't think so."
"But I think they could. So I have to call you sir, or don Ruggiero, not just Ruggiero, even if you are mine. I can call you just Ruggiero only inside my heart, secretly."
Ruggiero caressed him tenderly, "I like you so much!"
"You, all of you," the young man answered, cuddling him.
Enzo felt happy, not only for these words, but also and perhaps above all, for the tenderness he felt being in the arms of the young man.
"Enzo, we have to find a way to meet often."
"It would be great, but... also I have to get back home now, it is late, I think. If my father is already back home, he will worry about me. And what excuse can I say, this time?"
"That you just felt like having a stroll, alone," Ruggiero suggested, caressing his face.
"But we have to go back now. Will you leave me at the Cemetery crossroad?"
"As you wish. I feel sad already having to part from you."
"I am sad too, but..." the boy said, standing up and started to dress.
After they were outside and Ruggiero locked the gate with the key, the young man stretched out his arms and they were in the arms of each other. Then they got on the horse.
"It hurts a little right now," the boy murmured.
"I tried not to hurt you."
"I'm sorry. But it will pass, you'll see."
"You do not have to feel guilty. I wanted it at least as much as you did."
"Did you desire me?"
"Sure I desired you, or else I wouldn't have come," the boy said, then added, "You shouldn't think I am shameless because I said yes to you at once. You really are my first man."
"One can understand, feel such kind of things."
They parted at the crossroad. Enzo hurriedly went home. He opened the door, somewhat worried. All was silent. He went to check his father's room but with relief he saw that the man had not been back home yet. So he went to his little bedroom and hit the bed. He recalled with a warm sense of pleasure what had just happened and felt happy. He thought that now he was not supposed to go to the belvedere any more, but rather, to the tavern with his father.... He smiled at that thought, but he knew he could not -- people wouldn't understand, people would despise and laugh at two men having sex. They especially would despise the one who was taking it up his ass.
They would treat him like a woman, or rather, it could be worse than that. And yet Enzo didn't feel like a woman at all just because he had been taken by Ruggiero. And the young man didn't treat him like a woman either, or a whore. The crude jokes of his mates about those who "take it up their asses" were absolutely preposterous. But on the other hand, they mocked everything and everybody. They didn't even have respect for the saints and the church.
Enzo fell asleep satisfied, thinking about the secret relationship that now bound him to his handsome corporal. He didn't hear his father coming home later. The man passed by to bless his son as usual, and was rejoiced to see his son's serene, sweet expression, thinking he was lucky having such a good and gentle son.
On the following morning, when he got up, Enzo noticed that the soreness in his back seemed to be stronger than on the previous night, but this, instead of bothering him, gave him a sense of happiness. He remembered the jokes of some of his mates, like "if I fuck your ass, you'll have to walk bowlegged for a month" and told himself he had to be careful and walk the same way as always so that nobody could guess his secret.
When Ruggiero arrived at the square, he looked at Enzo with luminous eyes that made the boy melt, and said as usual, "Come."
Now, looking at the back of his corporal, gave Enzo a different pleasure, because he knew that they now belonged to each other and that only they knew it. He asked himself when he could feel the intense pleasure again, feeling the man entering him, feeling filled by his man, feeling him dancing inside him.
He worked as usual with a will, waiting with impatience for the lunch break and glancing at the sun in the sky to guess how much time it would still be till noon.
Enzo saw him walking around among the rows of trees, and he also passed near him a couple of times, but they were not alone, so they just exchanged a few words, "Is everything OK?"
"Yes thank you."
"Today is a hot day."
"Eh, it's hot."
But their eyes were saying a lot more, and Enzo wondered with fear if somebody else could notice the peculiar glow he could read in the young man's glances. And in that case, if he could also understand the reason, he had the impression that the others should be aware that everything had changed for him, for the corporal, and for that, he was worried and happy all at once.
Finally the break signal sounded. Enzo went to fetch his portion of food and went to sit under the same tree. As he had expected, in a short while, Ruggiero also went there.
"Ciao," he said, sitting down, "how are you?"
"It hurts more than yesterday," the boy said, but with a sweet smile.
"I'm not. At least I know it is not just a dream. When can we meet again?"
"Whenever you want, like yesterday."
"I don't know. I would like to, but... what if they find out about us, do you think about that?"
"They will not find out about us."
"You say? People here... it seems that they have nothing better to do than sticking their noses in other people's business. And for you, who put it inside, it would not be so bad, but for me, who take it inside... Do you understand what it would be like?"
"Do you regret it?" the young man asked.
Enzo looked at him, somewhat amazed, "How can you just think of that?" he asked with a tone of sorrowful reproach that made Ruggiero smile. "But if they find out about us, we won't be able to meet anymore, don't you understand? Therefore we have to be careful, if we want to continue," he added, with the tone of someone who was explaining something obvious. "You want to continue, don't you?"
"Do you doubt it?"
"We still only know very little about each other," Enzo justified himself, "What if to you I am just one of the many boys you had?"
"No, not you, Enzo, you are not one of many. Absolutely not. You must believe me."
Enzo thought that the young man was very serious about these words and felt happy, but with a very serious expression he asked, "To how many boys have you said these words?"
"To nobody, never."
"And what do I have that are special?"
"You... you didn't come with me for money, like the other boys."
"For money? You mean that... like whores. Boys also do it?" Enzo asked, astounded.
"And in Siracusa."
"When you go to Siracusa, it is for that reason?"
"It was so. But now it is different."
"Do you swear?"
"Because I don't ask you for money?"
"I don't have to worry about money, you know that," the young man said with a reproaching tone. Enzo smiled. "I desire you..." Ruggiero murmured.
"Me too, I would like if you could take me now, right here."
"Tonight, at the crossroad?"
"It is not discreet, but..."
"I'll be there."
And he went. When the young man arrived, he lifted Enzo on his saddle in front of him and the boy pushed back to feel the already awakened desire of the young man. "You are already hard," he said happily.
"Also when we were under the tree today," the man answered, spurring his horse. He lowered his hand to feel between the boy's legs, "You already have a hard-on also, anyway."
"Sure," the boy answered, pushing more against the man's chest, then he asked, "Do you desire me?"
"What do you think?" the man answered, caressing all over Enzo's body and gently biting his earlobe.
"How much?" the boy insisted.
"I'll show you soon, Enzo," the young man answered with such a sensual tone that the boy shuddered.
They went up the small room of the old oil mill and undressed each other with feverish moves.
Enzo took the beautiful, turgid member of his partner in his hands and caressed it, "Push it inside my ass," he begged gently and this time the young man felt these words less crude than on the night before.
"You really want it?"
"More than the air I breathe."
"It will hurt you again."
"Don't worry, I want it," the boy said decidedly.
They lay down on the sacks and Enzo felt the coarse caress of the fabric under his body and the sweet one of the young man's skin on top of him and shuddered. He felt Ruggiero starting to penetrate inside him and happily relaxed, enjoying that pleasurable invasion. And when the young man started to take him with long virile movements, thrusting back and forth inside his hot, tight channel, Enzo moaned, overtaken by an intense pleasure. And then he heard the low, warm, hoarse voice of the young man saying, "Oh, my love!" and Enzo felt the desire to cry for his happiness...