Date: Tue, 22 May 2007 21:42:17 -0400 (EDT) From: Herb Cat Subject: Rip Folder: Around the World 9 Rome Copyright 2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and male minors. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you. ----- Malcolm left the rental car at the airport in Prague. "In Italy, they drive on the wrong side. And I've heard they all drive like maniacs anyway. I'm going to leave the driving to someone else for a while." The family checked in for Alitalia flight 517 which left Prague at noon. At Milan they had to change planes, Alitalia 1039, but they still arrived Rome, collected their baggage and were hailing a cab before 5 PM. Oso told Pepito he liked flying over the mountains. Malcolm gave the address to the cab driver, loaded all the suitcases into the tiny trunk, and then climbed in the front beside the driver. For much of the trip, he kept his eyes shut. If they were fated to be in a car accident, he preferred not to see it coming. But the driver managed to arrive at Vincenzo's villa without mishap. "Psst, Malcolm," Juan whispered from the back seat, "what's the age of consent here?" "14." Malcolm didn't even open his eyes, but he wondered if Maria was smiling in the back seat. .oOo. "Benvenuto, amicos, I'm so happy to see you. Did you have a good flight?" Vincenzo's villa was beautiful. Located on the mountainside east of Rome, Maria noticed the November sun was just starting to set over the city, bathing all the buildings in a golden aura, in particular, the dome of St. Peter's. "I can't wait to see that cathedral. I've been dreaming about it all my life." Just then Patty came running out from the house. He hugged Pepito and soon the three lads were racing around the grounds. "Per favore, come in, come in. The boys will be fine by themselves. Here, let me help you with your bags." Vincenzo had many bedrooms, so no one had to move out to make room for the Americanos. Maria asked if she could have a room where she could see St. Peter's. Malcolm said he didn't need a view. When he was in his bedroom, he was either asleep or too busy to look out the window. Vincenzo said Pasquale wanted the boys to sleep in his bedroom. Maria said that would be fine. She gave Malcolm a knowing look. OK, so he wouldn't spend the night with his two little cherubs. He would find other times for their trysts. From his bed that night, Malcolm could hear the three youngsters down the hall talking and joking and laughing. Apparently his cherubs didn't miss him as much as he missed them. He wished he a bear to hug. .oOo. "Guess what, Mama, last night Patty was telling us all about these cat combs. They sound real neat. He said he'll take us there today." "Pasquale, did you forget you have scuola today?" "Oh, Papa, do I have to?" "Si. You can show your friends the catacombs on the weekend. Now go, don't be late again." "Si, Papa." "Excuse me, Vincenzo," Malcolm said, "The boys and I have to do something before breakfast. We'll be back soon." Maria wore her Mona Lisa smile. Having taken care of all their various morning routines, the visitors joined Vincenzo for a tour of the city. He started at the Church of the Bones (Santa Maria della Concezione). Juan and Pepito were captivated by all the little chapels built entirely out of human bones. "Wow, that's so eerie. I'm going to put that in my blog." Nearby was the Borghese Gardens, where the boys rode on bumper cars and ponies, and they all had a picnic on the lawn. From there they went to the Spanish Steps (The Piazza Di Spagna) and watched musicians and artists entertain the crowds. Like all boys around the world, Juan and Pepito had to climb the steps and count them (137) and since they were Spanish stairs, they counted them in Spanish! They grabbed a quick meal at the Pizzeria Le Grotte -- the boys never tire of pizzerias, -- before driving back home where Patty was waiting. .oOo. "Papa?" It was morning the next day. "Si, Pasquale?" "Do I snore bad?" "Hehe, you never wake me up. Why do you ask me this?" "Last night, Juan left to go sleep with Signore Malcolm. And I think Pepito might do that tonight." "Hehe, don't worry, Pasquale. I'll find out. Now get ready for scuola." Later, Vincenzo asked Malcolm, "If your boys prefer, they can have their own bedrooms. We have many spare rooms here." Malcolm turned serious and asked Vincenzo to please sit down. "I have something to say, my friend. I should have been honest with you from the beginning but the boys were having so much fun with your Patty, I was afraid to say anything. I'm going to tell you my story, and then if you want us to leave the villa, I'll pack my bags." Vincenzo listened patiently as Malcolm explained his relationship to Juan, and his attraction to all prepubescent boys. "Amico, I'm glad you told me this. It explains a lot to me. But no, I do not want your lovely family to leave. You see I have a story to tell as well. When I was the age of your Juan, I too met a man. A wonderful man. In fact, he was the new parroco, the priest in our village. He was so kind and caring. I felt so special in his presence. I gladly gave myself to him. I didn't feel he was using me. I felt, well, I felt love. "My mama was pleased I was going to church so much. She began to have dreams of me becoming a sacerdote too. But my papa was suspicious. He soon found out what the prete and I were really doing each afternoon. He threatened the priest and forbade me from ever going to church again. And for many years I did not go to mass. "But I never forgot that man. I always felt sorry for priests. They have to pretend they don't desire sex, and then they have to sneak around to get it. I think many pedofilos enter the priesthood for that reason. "I knew I was eterosessuale, but I never felt any prejudice toward the omosessuale. I don't care if Pasquale is gay or straight, as you Americanos say. As long as he's happy. When I married my sweet Veronica, we went to mass every week. "Please don't leave, per favore. You and the lovely Maria and her boys have brought sunshine into my lonely house." When they got up, the eterosessuale Italian stallion kissed Malcolm on both cheeks, as men do in Italy. "And do not worry about Pasquale. I'll have a talk with him tonight." Vincenzo took his guests to the Roman Forum and the Colosseum. Juan loved this kind of history lesson. And Pepito kept imagining Julius Caesar walking in the forum or sitting in the Emperor's special place in the Colosseum. "Julius Caesar is my hero!" "Rome has many heros," Vincenzo told him. "When we are done at the Colosseum, I will show you a very special hero." He drove a short distance to the Museo Nuovo in the Palazzo dei Conservatori, and showed them the Lupa Capitolina sculpture. "Those boys are Romulus and Remus. They are brothers, like you and Juan. Romulus, the one on that side, was the first king of Rome." "Wow. Why are they under that big dog?" "That is a wolf. They were born to a slave woman, and her master tried to get rid of them. He was not a nice man. But this she-wolf took the babies and nursed them until they could take care of themselves." "Gool. I guess that's why she's got big tits." In the afternoon, they went to the villa to pick up Pasquale and back out to the Piazza Navona, with its fountains and statues. They sat at an outdoor café and watched the street performers. The next day, at Breakfast, Malcolm suddenly asked, "What day is it?" "Giovedì," Patty said. "Dat means 'Dursday,'" Pepito piped in. Patty's been teaching us Italian words each night. "Thursday. My goodness. Do you know what that is, boys? Today is Thanksgiving." Juan explained to Pasquale what this American holiday was. "Well," said Maria, "let's talk about the things we are thankful for. I'm happy to be here in Roma. And for this trip. And for our host, Señor Vincenzo." Malcolm: "I'm thankful for Juan and Pepito. And for their mother. And for Vincenzo's warmth and understanding and tolerance." Vincenzo: "I'm thankful for my ben poco Pasquale. And for having such wonderful guests to share my home with." Juan: "I'm thankful for my cazzo!" and Pepito quickly added, giggling, "And my natiche." "Pasquale," said Vincenzo, sternly, "you've been teaching our guests Italian all right. All the naughty words." Pasquale: "I bet Juan is thankful he doesn't have to go to scuola like me. Ciao." As promised, Vincenzo took them to the Vatican to see St. Peter's. "Señor, it is even larger than I imagined." They toured St. Peter's Square, and entered the huge basilica. Maria stopped to light a candle. "This is for my Pedro, God bless his soul." "And this one is for my Veronica, may she rest in peace." Malcolm, too, lit two candles. "These are for my mother and father. How I think of them today, and all the wonderful Thanksgiving feasts we used to share. Later, I want to call my sister Andrea." "Malcolm, I gan't think of no dead people to light gandles for." "Here, Pepito, you can light one anyway. You too Juan. Everyone should light a candle to make the world a little brighter." They spent many hours walking around St. Peter's Basilica and the Vatican Museums. Remembering Da Vinci's Mona Lisa, Juan wanted to see the Last Supper. When they looked at the Sistine Chapel, they were amazed that Michaelangelo could paint the ceiling, lying on his back. Back in the hotel room, Juan was leafing through a book Maria had bought about Michaelangelo. "Wow, look at this hunk!" "That's David." Maria told Juan the story she had learned from the nuns, of the giant Goliath and how the boy Juan's age knocked him down with a slingshot. "So David was a great Jewish hero." "He's not Jewish." "Of course he is, son. When he became a man, he was king of the Jews." "No, he's not. Look. All the Jewish boys in my school are cut. David ain't cut." Even an eleven-year old art critic could see the flaw in Michaelangelo's magnificent sculpture. .oOo. After supper venerdì, Friday, Vincenzo appeared in the living room wearing his finest suit. Pepito asked Patty, "Is your papa going somewhere?" "Si. He and your mama are going out." "They are? Like on a date?" Just then Maria walked into the room in her beautiful red gown. "Wow, I guess it really is a date. You look so pretty, Mama." "Thank you, Pepito." "Indeed, Signora. You are bellissimo. I bought these flowers for you, but they pale compared to your loveliness. Ciao, children. I promise to bring your mama back to you, but don't wait up for us." "I'm happy for Mama," Juan said after they left. "She looked so happy tonight." Pepito turned to Patty, "Do you think they will scopare?" Patty shrugged. Malcolm decided to take charge. "Well, it's just us men then tonight. What do you think we should do for fun?" "Let's take our clothes off," Juan said. It wasn't really a suggestion, as much as a statement of fact, because he and Pepito were already stripping. It didn't take long for Malcolm and Pasquale to follow suit. "Do you know where the towels are, Juan?" Juan ran to get them, and when he came back, he handed Malcolm a small bag and then began spreading the towels over the floor to sit on. Malcolm glanced in the bag and winked at Juan. "Boy Scout motto." They sat in a circle like Indian chiefs and began to wank. Pasquale thought it was wonderful. He kept glancing around to see how big each dick was growing. He didn't want to embarrass the family heritage. "Signore Malcolm?" "Yes, Pasquale," "Can I ask you something?" His eyes were now glued on Malcolm's massive (in his eyes) mantool. "Sure, Pasquale, anything at all." "Do you, uh, really . . ." "What?" "Well, Papa told me that, uh . . ." "What?" "That you stick your pene in Juan's ano." "Of course he does," Juan interrupted. "Here, we'll show you." Juan knelt down on all fours like a 'cane,' and smiled at Pasquale. "Come on, Malcolm, let's scopare!" Pasquale was in awe, as the big Americano fucked his new friend's shithole. He kept moving around looking at the event from different angles. Juan deliberately resisted the urge to cry or scream. He didn't want to belie any pleasure. He almost seemed stoical, except for the soft moans of contentment. "Does he do this to you, too?" Patty asked Pepito. "Just my bocca. . . . Not my ano, . . . yet." "Ammazza! Cacchio! Caspita!" For his part, Malcolm was not at all stoical. He held Juan's hips and pounded away, with loud grunts of animal lechery. He screamed as he released his sperma, and collapsed in sweat on top of his young lover. Pasquale's mind was reeling, unaware of how hard his hand was working on his penis. Eventually, Juan and Malcolm came up for air and resumed their wanking and smiling. Some minutes elapsed, and Pasquale saw that Malcolm was once more fully erect. "Uh, Signore Malcolm?" "Si, Pasquale?" "Can I ask you something?" "Sure, Pasquale, anything at all." "Would you, uh, . . ." "What?" "Well, Pepito told me that, uh . . ." "What?" "That you stick your pene in his bocca. Would you let me do that?" "You want me to suck your dick, Pasquale?" "Uh, no, Signore. I want to suck yours." So, with Juan and Pepito on each side offering encouragement and suggestions, seven-year old Pasquale performed his first blow job. "Hehe," he giggled, spunk dripping from his lips, "that was fun!" .oOo. Early Sabato (Saturday) morning, before anyone else was awake, Maria slipped out of Signore Vincenzo's bedroom and went to the kitchen to have some coffee, and think about her life. In a while, the three boys joined her. "Did you boys enjoy yourself last night?" "Si, Mama, we had lots of fun. We got to teach Patty some new games." "That's nice. Did you make him sleep by himself?" "No, Mama. We all slept in Malcolm's bed." "All of you?" "Si. Uh, Mama?" "What, my sweet niño?" "Did you enjoy yourself last night?" "Oh, Si, Mama had a wonderful evening. She danced so much. Mama is very happy." "That's nice. I'm so happy for you, Mama. Uh, Mama?" "What, my sweet niño?" "Did you make Señor Vincenzo sleep by himself?" Just then the two men walked in and poured themselves coffee. "It's Sabato. Dat means Patty don't have to go to scuola, right?" Pepito was excited, "Yippee, dat means we gan go to da gat gomes." .oOo. In the car, Vincenzo explained that the catacombs were tunnels running under the city, which had been used for burials since ancient times. When they parked the car, the three boys jumped out and disappeared. "Don't be alarmed, Maria, Malcolm. Pasquale knows the catacombs like the back of his hand. He'll have lots of fun leading your miles through the maze of tunnels. We can go down the steps, and look at them ourselves. They're quite awesome. But don't expect to see the lads for a while. Malcolm noticed how Vincenzo tenderly took Maria's hand. For her part, Maria seemed to have a glow about her that hadn't been there the day before. As predicted, eventually the boys did reappear, wearing sheepish grins that made Malcolm wonder what unholy acts had been committed in the dark recesses of the labyrinth. .oOo. On their final day in Rome, Vincenzo took them to Tivoli Gardens, about an hour away from his villa. They walked through the gardens, played in the hedge maze and watched the dancing fountains. At one point, Vincenzo took the three boys off in search of a particular statue he remembered seeing. Malcolm and Maria stayed back to talk. "Maria, are you in love?" "Oh, Malcolm, Vincenzo makes me very happy. But love? I don't know. It has been so long since I've been with a man. Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean you're, I mean of course you're a man and of course I'm with you, I'm going with you around the world, but I haven't been WITH you if you know what I mean. I haven't been with any man since Pedro, God bless his soul. "I'm sure Pedro is pleased to see you so happy, Maria." "Si, I am happy. But you must understand, for me love is something different than for you. You make love to a little boy. Then when that boy gets too old, your love changes. You still love him, but you don't make love to him. I know that some day Juan will be too old. He knows that too. Even Pepito will grow up some day. And you will find someone new to make love with. But me, I want a man I can stay with forever. I found such a man once, my dear Pedro. I will always remember Señor Vincenzo, but it is not a "forever" love, no, not this time. Not with Señor Vincenzo, not here in Roma. But now I think maybe some day, maybe I will find someone else. I thank you for giving me that hope, Señor Malcolm." That evening, Vincenzo said there was just one more place they had to see in Rome before they left. The Trevi Fountain. They must each throw a coin in the fountain, because then they will be sure to return to Rome.