THE OTHER PART OF THE WORLD by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2009 written on January 12, 2002 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Bert Carley
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"THE OTHER PART OF THE WORLD" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
Part II - Chapter 6 - Joo meets Tom
Joo saw for the first time Tom a few days after he had been bought, while Gregorio was teaching him to drive a cabriolet. Joo was at once hit by the new slave's features, above all by the brightness of his eyes and the freshness of his smile. He at once felt attracted to the boy who was four years his elder, so incredibly beautiful to make him feel, almost in a painful way, the desire to establish a special relationship with him.
For many days all he could do was look at him from a far distance, making it impossible to just exchange a single word with him. On rare occasions their eyes met and Joo felt like melting with emotion, especially when Tom from such a far distance would give him one of his short radiant smiles. Joo knew nothing of the tale about Princes Charming, but had he known about the tale, he would surely have seen Tom as the perfect Prince Charming, certainly bow at his feet and give to him all of himself.
Then for several days he didn't see him any more. At the first occasion, he asked Gregorio for any news about the new slave. He was told that the boy was in bed with a fever, and that Miss Graa summoned a doctor to have him attended.
"Who brings him his meals?" Joo then asked Gregorio.
"My wife... why?" the man asked.
"Has he to eat something special, to heal?"
"I don't know. My wife just gives him what she cooks for us."
"So then it could be better if I bring him something from the kitchen... some leftovers of the masters. They eat fine food..." the boy proposed.
"Why not?" Gregorio quietly answered. "I'll tell my wife you will take care of it, so she will have one less worry."
Joo felt excited at that thought. So, when the plates came back from the masters' table, he started to put aside something for Tom. Antonio saw what the boy was doing and asked him why he was doing so.
Lying, Joo answered, "The miss told me I have to bring the meals to her coachman who is ill, so I'm preparing something for him."
"Ah, good." the cook said, without suspecting at all it was a lie.
So, after he washed the dishes, Joo took a tray with the serves of good food, covered it and hurriedly went to the coaches' depot. He went to the upper floor and entered Tom's small room.
The slave was lying on his pallet; only his wonderful face out of the blanket. When he saw Joo enter, greeted him with a nod and a smile.
"Tom, I've brought you your meal..." the boy said, "Can you sit up?"
"Yes, sure." the young coachman answered and sat up.
So Joo could admire for the first time the beautiful coachman's torso, his finely chiselled muscles, and felt a really strong emotion that made him almost tremble. Trying to control himself, he sat on the edge of Tom's pallet and put the tray on his legs, taking away the lid.
"Hey, but this is fine food!" the ill boy merrily exclaimed.
"Yes, it's what the masters eat... Do you need for me to feed you or can you do it by yourself?" Joo asked, more and more excited.
"I'm not dying... anyway thank you." the young slave answered and started to eat. "Mmmhhh, this is really good stuff, delicious... Did you cook it?" he asked with a pleased smile.
"No, Antonio the cook prepared it." Joo answered.
"Are not you also working in the kitchen?" Tom asked, continuing to slowly savour the special courses.
"Yes, but I am still learning. For the moment I mainly wash the dishes... or cook just the most simple, the easier things. Antonio is the cook, Luis his assistant, and I am just the dishwasher..."
"Well, you are still young; I too am still learning to do my job... How old are you?"
"Seventeen. And you?"
"I think I am twenty-one, or at least so I was told. You are born here, right?"
"Yes. You on the contrary come from Africa, don't you?"
"Yes, from Angola, from the Libolo tribe."
"How is Africa? Better than here?"
"Well, his own land is always the most beautiful land in the world, isn't it? But also here, I don't feel one can be bad... besides of course, the fact we are slaves, objects to buy and sell. Freedom is always the best of things... at least as long as you have food."
"Freedom? I don't even know what freedom is. My father and my mother were born here, slaves like their parents. Anyway it is not bad to live here, at least as long as you have food, as you said."
"Miss Graa seems to be a good person..." Tom said biting on a piece of meat that tasted really good.
"Yes, she is always kind with everyone, even with us slaves. I've heard that she called the doctor of the white men to heal you..."
"Yes, it's so. I just hope I can heal soon, I'm getting bored staying in bed and lying here all day alone."
"If you want, when I have some free time, I could come up here to give you some company until you are healed..."
"You would really do that? You are really kind; I would be happy." Tom answered with a wonderful smile.
Joo was feeling like dying with the desire to touch Tom, his wonderful face, his perfect chest, and his shapely arms. His big hands with tapered fingers... He would have liked to embrace him, to ask Tom to make him his own - he would have given himself to Tom at once with real pleasure.
So Joo began to go visit Tom each time he had some free time, in addition to bringing him the meals three times a day. Between the two boys a friendship was soon born, and it seemed to deepen at each passing day. Tom was telling him about his life in Africa, Joo about his life in Brazil. At times they laughed and joked, mainly Tom who had a strong sense of humour. Joo was feeling more and more fascinated by the young African slave.
When finally the doctor said that Tom was healed and could resume his work, the Angolan boy said to Joo, "You know, I almost regret I an healed..."
"Why?" Joo asked him almost unbelieving.
"Because I got used to waiting for you to spend some time with you..."
"Well, I can go on putting aside something special to eat..."
"No, I'm not talking about that. Of course, if at times you can be able to save some good food for me, I would be pleased. But I liked spending time with you. I should have told you Joo, I like you very much."
"I too am very fond of you, Tom... In a few days you became my dearest friend here. Anyway, when we both have some free time, we can go on meeting, can't we?"
"I would be really pleased. You are my only friend here. And I'm feeling I love you even more than a brother..."
"Really? Are you really feeling you love me?" Joo asked widening his eyes and feeling excited and happy for these words.
"Surely... why, aren't you?"
"Yes, I too feel I love you... much more than a brother."
Tom stretched out a hand and caressed Joo's cheek, "I hoped you did too, you know? I would like if our friendship became... a special one."
"Special?" Joo repeated almost in an echo, asking himself if he was dreaming.
"Yes, special." Tom confirmed with a wide smile.
Joo thought, "My god, don't smile at me so, or else I will undress and jump on you!" but he said nothing.
Joo was feeling weird - while with any other boy he would go at once to his goal, offering himself for a good fuck, he wasn't able to decide himself to do so with Tom... he was feeling that he wanted a different relationship with him, something that was more than just sex. He also felt he could get it, if he was careful not to forge ahead. The boy, for the first time absolutely understood with almost dazzling clearness, that he was in love with the young coachman!
Their friendship grew, deepened and became more and more coloured with a sense of sexual intimacy, even without trespassing the limit beyond which one let himself go to have sex. To Joo it was something totally new, extraordinary wonderful and sweetly terrible...
One evening that they were alone sitting in Tom's room, the young coachman girdled his friend's shoulders and back with an arm, and Joo leaned his head onto the shoulder of his beautiful friend. He breathed in his light scent, and found it so agreeable, virile and tender, he felt as he was in heaven. He turned his head upwards until their faces were just a finger apart from each other. Their eyes met, waves of sweetness fluttered between them and their eyes sparkled. Tom bent his head down slightly, leaned forward and placed his lips over his friend's lips, gently pressing and rubbing them tenderly together.
"Joo?" the young Angolan whispered.
"Yes?"
"I am in love with you..."
Joo's heart jumped in his chest like a frisky toe, felt his blood pulsate in his temples, a burning heat spread all over his body and thought that if he had to die, that this would be the right moment!
"Did you hear me?" Tom asked him, still in a low voice.
"Yes... I want to be yours Tom... take me, please..." the boy whispered, starting to tremble with emotion.
"No, not yet... we shouldn't be in a hurry. I too want you to become mine, but I love you, I'm not just looking for a screw; do you understand? Therefore... we should not be in hurry; we don't have to consume everything in a quick burst of flame."
"Oh yes, all as you want... I too am in love with you."
"So then," Tom said with one of his wonderful smiles, "it has to be like a meal, like one of those meals on a special occasion. You who are a cook should know how it isÉ don't you? If you eat fast and greedily, you are not able to savour the delightful flavours of each course, and risk getting an attack of indigestion..."
"The start should be the hors d'oeuvre..."
"Yes, sure. Today let us content ourselves with a good hors d'oeuvre..." Tom answered and kissed him again.
Their mouths united, opened and their tongues began to play, light and happy. Each explored the other's mouth, at times they sucked each other's tongue, savouring its warm firmness and lively mobility, at times gently biting and sucking each other's lips, while Tom was keeping Joo reversed in his arms, laying down on his lap, as he bent over him.
They both savoured for a very long time this, their first intimate contact, happily shuddering.
"Tom?" asked the boy when he emerged again back into consciousness of the external world.
"Tell me, my beloved one."
"Do you really love me?"
"I told you. I am in love with you."
"But someday... you will possibly meet a nice young girl slave... and so, you will forget me."
"No, my sweet Joo, you should not have such fears. I never was interested, am not interested, and will never be interested in any girl. I swearÉ I desire you to be mine, and only mine; and I promise you that I will be yours and only yours."
"Forever?"
"Forever, if life and destiny will allow us, my beloved one!"
The two boys kissed again and Joo felt as happy as he ever had been. When at last they had to part, it was hard for both of them. They kept holding each other's hand, while Joo was going toward the door, their arms stretched, their hands slowly separated from each other's and finally Joo crossed the threshold, went downstairs and back to the room he was sharing with Luis.
As the young man saw Joo enter, he asked him, "Where have you been boy? It's ages I have been waiting for you. Come here, I'm feeling a strong need to fuck your nice little arse!"
That sentence, in all its coarseness, brusquely brought the boy back to earth.
"No Luis, this evening I don't feel like doing that..." Joo protested.
"I didn't ask you if you felt like it or not! I want it, and that's enough. Come here and don't make excuses."
"No Luis, I told you I don't want it. Leave me alone in peace, please." the boy curtly answered.
"What's the matter with you? Come here and stop making such a fuss!" the young man insisted.
"Luis, I told you no. I am don Graciliano's slave, not yours. Now leave me in peace. I owe you absolutely nothing, and never forget it."
The cook's assistant looked at him wrinkling his forehead, "You never acted so, Joo. And the pacts were rather clear, weren't they?"
"Which pacts? The ones you did with Antonio? Did you ever ask my opinion? No one made a pact with me!"
"What's the fucking matter with that? Why do you think we had you moved here, to work in the kitchen? For your pretty face?"
"No, for my pretty arse, I well know it. But now it's enough."
"What right do you have telling me that it's enough?" Luis asked standing up from the pallet and seizing his arm, trying to pull the boy to him.
"Let me loose immediately Louis or I'll start yelling until everybody rushes in here!" the boy hissed with such authority and with such a fire in his eyes that Luis let the boy loose.
"Hey, what's the matter with you this evening? You always enjoyed taking it in your arse, didn't you? You always took it from anybody who wanted to, we both know it very well. What's this novelty?"
"Luis, you and Antonio are big and strong, you can take me and do to me anything you like and want, because I don't have the strength to oppose, I well know it. But while you are sleeping, do you see this knife, I will shove it all inside your heart, if you just try to touch me tonight or in the following nights, even at the cost of being hanged for the deed. Did I make myself clear enough? You also tell this to Antonio - the fun is over. Joo said that's enough!"
Luis shook his head but decided it was better not to insist - he read in the boy's eyes a terrible determination. He lay again on the pallet and looked at the boy who was still standing near the door.
"Well, what are you doing now? Are you going to stay there and sleep standing up like a horse? Come lay here, and let's sleep now."
Joo didn't move.
"Come on, I promise I will not touch you, come sleep now. But... tomorrow we have to talk again about this, all right? We also have to talk about it with Antonio. Then we will see how it will end."
"Swear you will not try!" the boy asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I swear... tonight I'll not try to touch you, as you are in such a bad mood."
The boy lay down at the young man's side. Luis turned his back to him, and said nothing else, or tried any approach. Shortly after both were deeply asleep.
The following morning Joo woke up first. He at once went to stir up the fire in the big fireplace, added some wood and filled the cauldron with water. He was ending this when Luis came in the wide kitchen and, in silence, started to prepare the tableware for the masters' breakfast, throwing from time to time a glance towards Joo. Then Antonio also entered.
Luis took the head cook aside and for some time they confabulated. From time to time Antonio threw a glance towards Joo. He then called the boy. Joo drew near the two men.
"So Joo, Luis tells me that you changed your mind..."
"Yes." The boy answered, understanding well what the man was referring.
"And... can we know what made you change your mind so suddenly?"
"No. I just changed my mind and that's all. If you don't like it, you have just to send me back to clean toilets; I have no problem with that." Joo curtly answered.
"Come on boy, there has to be a reason for this change, shouldn't there?" the man insisted.
"Just that I'm fed up being the bitch of you two or any other man. Is that not enough reason for you?"
Antonio looked at Luis, who shook his head. Then, without adding a word, he started to give them his orders to prepare the breakfast. Joo was feeling tense, but was happy for the decision he took, and was feeling ready to support any consequence to not turn back from his decision. He swore to Tom he would belong only to him, and nothing or no one would be able to change this decision.
Neither of the two men returned to that subject, and gradually Joo started to relax. In the afternoon he managed to meet Tom and to bring him something good to eat. Joo felt tempted to tell him what had happened, but didn't feel like the timing was right; plus because he previously didn't tell anything to Tom about what happened with Luis and Antonio.
Tom embraced him and intimately kissed him. "You know, last night I dreamed of you..." he whispered.
"I unhappily didn't. I had no dreams. Was yours a good dream?"
"Yes, a wonderful dream. Come here, my love, let me undress you and undress me, I want to finally see you naked..."
"Is this the first course?" the boy merrily asked him, starting to untie the strings of Tom's coat.
"Exactly so - I want now to enjoy the vision of my boy's body, and I want you to enjoy mine..."
"But... we can only just look?" Joo asked putting up a somewhat disappointed expression.
"Look and... touch, kiss, caress, fondle..."
"Nothing more?"
"I told you, my love, I don't want to burn all at once, in just one burst of flame - you are way too important to me."
They were finally naked one in front of the other and were admiring, touching caressing each other all over their bodies. Joo was admiring his lover's beautiful member that he could see for the first time, and that had readily become erected in all its glory.
ŇMay I touch it?Ó he asked almost shyly.
ŇOf course you can, my sweet Joo.Ó
ŇAndÉ also kiss it?Ó the boy asked with a winning smile.
ŇYes, alsoÉ but nothing more - we are just at our first courseÉ this has to be a gala lunch, with many coursesÉÓ
ŇMany? How many?Ó
ŇA second course, the fruits and, finally, the cake, right? You should know that, you are the cookÉÓ
They went on caressing, exploring each other's body, kissing, and Joo was feeling he was getting closer and closer to heaven. Until then he knew just sex, often even made in a hurry, quite seldom flavoured with some tendernessÉ He was feeling that what was now happening with Tom was totally different and he knew the reason - now for the first time in his life he was really making love!
But Joo was also feeling more and more the need to tell Tom about his pastÉ and to be able to do it, he had an idea.
ŇTom, did you make love many times before?Ó
ŇYes, many times.Ó
ŇWith many men?Ó
ŇNo, just with oneÉ but I was with him for seven years.Ó
ŇWere you in love with him?Ó
ŇNo, but I was very fond of himÉÓ
ŇDo you feel like telling me about him?Ó
ŇCertainly yes, I want you to know everything about me, about my life.Ó He answered with a gentle smile, going on to caress him all over his body. ŇSo, thenÉ I was thirteen. Two years before a Franciscan priest came to our village, a father Ignacio, along with two other young friars, Portuguese like him, friar Emanuele and friar Rui, to found a new mission. First of all they built the church, then a house for the three of them, then also a school. We village boys, and also a few men, were going to help them build all that.
ŇThen father Ignacio started to teach us the catechism, and to us boys also to read and write. I was fascinated by those white men, so I asked my father to let me go and work for them - I was keeping their house, the church and the school clean, and did all the errands they asked me to do, in exchange for food and clothes; I was also sleeping there, in a small room inside the school building.
ŇOne night, friar Rui, who was then twenty-two years old, came to my small bedroom and told me that if I was able to keep a secret, he would teach me something special. I wanted to learn everything the white men had to teach us, so I at once swore I would surely keep the secretÉ He then came to lay on my pallet, embraced me and told me he loved me like a brother, and he wanted to show it in a special way, with a special rite. He undressed me, undressed himself too, then caressed and kissed me. I really enjoyed it all very much.
ŇWhen he saw I was fully aroused and that my peg was hard like a stone, he told me that to become brothers in the blood and in the flesh, I had to slip it all inside him, in his back, so he taught me to have sex, to make love. It was really great doing those things with himÉ he was coming to see me two or three times each week, during the night, and we made love. Rui made me swear I would not do it with anybody else, and also told me that he too did it with me only.
ŇSo we went on doing it for six more years, that is until the chief of our tribe sold me and other boys to the slaves merchants to pay the debts he had with them. I could not even say goodbye to Rui, because the merchants seized us by surprise and took us awayÉÓ
ŇIt is really sad that you were kidnapped and sold as a slaveÉÓ
ŇI too was thinking so, of course. But I don't think so any more. Because if it didn't happen, I would never have met you.Ó Tom answered him with a luminous smile and started again to caress and kiss with love.
ŇTom, I too want to tell you about me, nowÉÓ the boy said.
ŇAbout your first time, you mean?Ó
ŇYesÉ and also about all the other times I did it before meeting you, before falling in love with you.Ó
So the boy told him his story, from the first slave who deflowered him, his paternal uncle, to his story with Luis and Antonio, and how he told them they could no longer amuse themselves with him.
ŇBut, not to compromise you, I didn't tell them the real reason, I didn't tell them I am in love with you, and not even that I now want to do it only with you.Ó Joo concluded.
ŇI don't know if and how long we will be able to keep secret what there is between us, my loveÉÓ Tom told him, tenderly caressing him.
ŇThe important thing is that our masters don't get to hear about itÉ I was told that some time ago, one of the black slaves had been lashed to blood then sold, because the superintended caught him while he was having sex with another slaveÉÓ
ŇYou are right, we have to be very careful, my love. Now that I found you, I feel I would die if I were parted from you.Ó Tom said.
ŇBut you belong to Miss GraaÉ didn't you think that when she marries she will take you away with her and we two will be separated anyway?Ó Joo asked him sadly.
ŇThe miss is so good-heartedÉ I can try to ask her to take you away with us too, and she could possibly do soÉÓ
ŇHow could you justify such a request?Ó
ŇI can tell her that as we are really close friendsÉÓ
ŇDo you think it would be enough telling her just that?Ó
ŇI can at least tryÉÓ Tom answered, but now he too was feeling sad, because for the first time he thought about the possibility they could one day be separated.
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 7
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