Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 23:41:00 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Giacomo's Lips

			      GIACOMO'S LIPS
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     My men were in high spirits as the trucks ferried us to the town of
Silvano. A small Italian town, it was in a very rare position for the
spring of 1944, comfortably behind the Allied lines but not yet posted as
off-limits to enlisted Army personnel. My company's men all had a three-day
leave coming and I was determined that they would get their pleasure while
they could. So I had used my rank to commander the two trucks to carry my
men to the town. I even had a local man, Luigi, who was ready to tell us
how to have our fun the best way.
     "A good meal?" Luigi said to the men in our lead truck to a
question. "Best place is Giordanno's Ristorante, here on the edge of the
piazza."
     I signaled a stop and had one of the men in the truck getting out
inform the others in the following truck which had also stopped behind us
per my orders.
     "Some good vino?" Luigi was a gold mine of information on
Silvano. "Rosetta's, she is down Via Maria alla Porta."
     I told the driver which road to take as we left the piazza. We dropped
off more of our men the same way at the little cafe/tavern there. I warned
the men to enjoy themselves but take care of any of their fellow soldiers
that overindulged. They'd all get drunk, I knew, but even a drunk soldier
can help navigate his more belligerent companions away from trouble.
     We were left with a half dozen men and I got us all into the one truck
as the other truck driver wanted to drink some, as well. I knew the man as
one who knew how to control his liquor, so I gave him the go-ahead.
     I turned to the men. "What do the rest of you want to do?"
     Their grins gave me all I needed to know. "Where can we find some
female companionship? Women who know how to show a man a very good time?"
     "If Luigi had any questions about my meaning, the wolf whistles of my
men made it clear. He grinned, and said. "You want Donna Maria's."
     "Does she run a nice place? Not too expensive?"
     "A very nice place, Signor Lieutenant Dan." Luigi promised me. "Very
nice women, you have good time."
     "Fine." I nodded. "When the truck drops us off, you and the driver go
tell the men at the other places where I am, and they can come join us." I
knew my men, most of them may want a drink or food first, but they would
all want a go at a woman before they settled in for the rest of their
leave. Some of the men would basically move into this whorehouse for their
leave, and that was fine with me. A man can only fuck so much, and he'd be
less likely to get into trouble there than anywhere else, a soldier who's
gotten laid is usually in a good mood and likely to stay the same. I was
more worried about the ones who'd gone for a drink first.
     Donna Maria's was a house like any of the others, two sides
chock-a-block against its neighbors and the upper stories with feminine
curtains. Inside was a decent parlor where my men walked in with me leading
them. There's an odd courtesy that men adopt when they go into a
whorehouse, a quietness overtakes them, it can be bashfulness or can be
lust, but they're quiet about it either way. A man is noisy going into a
whorehouse, he's looking for trouble; my men only wanted to get their pipes
cleaned.
     There was a stable of a half-dozen women in the place. I stepped back
and let my six men do their choosing among the women. Turned out the madame
only wanted five dollars for the woman for the entire night, and my men
were quick to stake their claims for the whole night. A chance to spend the
entire time in a warm, clean bed with a warm, willing woman, I didn't blame
them, but what would happen when their fellow soldiers came along?
     I had talked to the madame about this and she had promised to send the
next men who came along to her competition. That left me with only one
problem...how did I want to celebrate my own three-day leave here? Donna
Maria seemed willing enough to fill that slot, but I didn't want her, I
wanted my men to have a good time; I could have mine tomorrow while they
were sleeping it off. So I begged her to give me a room and send someone
out to fetch me a meal and I'd just turn in for the night. The madame
assigned me a room and told me she'd send her boy out to fetch me a hot
meal. I smiled, handed her ten dollars for a full day and night's use of a
room, and went to the room she designated, down a hall away from the rooms
the ladies used.
     I'd overpaid, it was a dingy little hole of a room. What the hell, the
fancy rooms were all for the tricks, of course, this was obviously not one
of those. Better a dinky bedroom with a clean mattress and sheets than one
stained with the sweat and jizz of who knows how many men. I didn't doubt
that, until a week or so ago, the main customers at this house had been
German. There had been a military base not far from Silvano, the presence
of soldiers in this town was long understood and welcomed, the reason it
hadn't sought (actively fought against, in fact) being closed to my men.
     It had been a long time since I'd had the chance to really lie down
and relax. Weeks on the battle line in a position of command doesn't lend
itself to deep sleep. I decided to get undressed and in between those
sheets and when the boy brought up the food, I could eat in bed.
     I stripped down to my boxers and got into that bed. A smallish bed, I
could barely fit into it. Like a bed made for....
     The boy opened the door and came in with the food. He had a tray, and
the food on it smelled heavenly. I hastily pulled the bedcover up over my
lower body and said, "Good, the food. Bring it here to me, please."
     "Si, Signore."
     "Uh..." I started to struggle with how to say that in Italian, but the
boy went on in English far better than my broken Italian could have been,
though heavily accented. "I bring you spaghetti and some vino, is that
good?"
     "That is very good." I said. "Thank you very much."
     "I am glad." he said to me. "My mama, Donna Maria, she tell me to take
care of you tonight. I do what you want."
     I suddenly realized why this bed was so small. "Is this your bedroom?"
     He nodded, and I felt ashamed. "I didn't mean for her to give me your
bedroom, uh.... What is your name?"
     "I am Giacomo." He was very much his mother's son, black wavy hair, a
round cherubic face, fair skinned, his eyes were big and serious above a
rather button-like nose. His entire body was small even for an Italian boy,
thin arms, thin legs, his clothes were the right size but hung limply on
him anyhow. He was going to grow up to be an incredibly handsome man, I
thought as I looked at him. But the feature of his that struck me most were
those beautiful lips of his, they were smooth and perfectly shaped into a
genial smile on his lovely face. I felt an unexplained and powerful desire
to kiss them and never, never let go of them.
     "Giacomo, I shouldn't be here in your bed! I thought your mother would
have an extra bedroom I could rent from her!"
     "It is all right."
     "But...where will you sleep?" I asked him.
     "I manage." He told me with a shrug.
     I gave up and dug into the food. God, real food, spaghetti with a rich
sauce and cheese. No meat was in this recipe, but I wasn't feeling fussy,
after weeks of C-rations or mulligan stew boiled up in an old tin can, it
tasted damned good anyhow. The boy sat watching me eat it and I felt
bashful again about halfway through. "Are you hungry?"
     "No, signore, I eat earlier." he assured me. He was sitting on a hard
stool in the room in the corner, just watching me. I knew I was a big,
good-looking man, bigger than most Italian men and most Germans, too,
Americans don't realize that we usually have four or five inches over
European men. The benefits of a childhood full of rich foods. The
(probably) bastard son of a whore would be starved for male role models,
and the biggest man he'd ever seen was now eating a meal in his own bed!
     Done with my meal, I handed the tray back to Giacomo. "That was very
good, Giacomo. Now, I'm going to lie down and sleep. But if your mother has
any trouble with my men, have her come get me, all right? They're here to
have fun, not to make trouble. Capish?"
     "Capish." He assured me and took the tray. I lay back, pulled the
covers the rest of the way over me (my feet stuck out the bottom, but I was
beyond caring on this warm summer evening) and was out like a light. A
soldier learns to sleep when and as we can, my first plan on this was to
catch up on sleep as much as I could. I figured I could get about six hours
before one of my men would get in trouble and require my help. So I was
quick to send myself to sleep; you can do that once you learn how, sleep on
command.
     Six hours took me until almost midnight, when I woke up. I wasn't
rested, but if I was going to have trouble, this would be the time. The
room was dark, but there were lights in the town enough to let me see
Giacomo sitting on the stool. I thought he was watching me, then I realized
that he had gone to sleep sitting on the stool, leaning against the walls
of the corner behind him.
     I got up and donned my pants and shirt and padded over to him first of
all. His soft face was even more angelic in repose, "the sleeping angel."
     I lifted him gently and put him in the bed, looked at his face of
innocent beauty, and couldn't resist kissing those wonderful, beautiful
lips.
     But he awoke as I lifted my lips away from his. "Signore?" he said to
me sleepily.
     "Quiet, Giacomo." I told him. "I'm just going to check on my men."
     He was too sleepy to argue with me, I left him again asleep on the
bed. But the entire house was silent. All the rooms had closed doors and
quiet behind them. Donna Maria was sitting in the parlor quietly, reading
by a small but bright light. "Your men are all asleep." she told me. "I am
awake in case others come knocking in the night. You should go back to
sleep."
     "No problems with any of them?" I asked. "No arguments or trouble?"
     "No, signore." she assured me. "You have good men with you. The entire
town is quiet, I can hear the chirp of crickets even."
     I smiled faintly. "They're resting up. The real trouble will start
tomorrow."
     "Perhaps." she allowed. "So go back to your room and rest. Is Giacomo
treating you well?"
     "He's been an angel." I agreed. "I didn't mean to put him out of his
own bed."
     "I have no other beds. Tomorrow night, we can put you in one of the
girl's bedrooms if you'd like. Though they are all pink and lace and satin,
I fear."
     "We'll look it over." I said. "It's only three days, I mostly want a
place I can deal with my men in private when I need to." I yawned, with my
men safely seen to, I was reminded I was short on sleep. "I'm going to go
up and scoot Giacomo over and sleep until dawn."
     "He wasn't to get into the bed with you." his mother said.
     "I put him there. I can't have the kid sleep on a stool when his own
bed is right there." I said. "My men and I slept spoon-fashion all winter
in the mountain fighting, I can share a bed with a boy for one night."
     She demurred to her client. "As you wish, Signore."
     I went back upstairs and saw that Giacomo had moved to the central
part of the bed. I sighed, I didn't want to wake him again.
     I straightened him out on his back, then decided that if I was going
to cover him up on this too-warm night, I should get him out of his
clothing. He stirred when I pulled his unbuttoned shirt from his shoulders,
but did not wake. His shoes and socks were no problem but when I worked on
his pants, two things were obvious. First, he had no underclothes on under
that shirt and pants, and second, he woke up when I pulled the last article
of his clothing from him. "Signore?"
     "Sorry, Giacomo." I said to him. "I was just undressing you for the
bed. Go back to sleep."
     He quieted but as I undressed myself back to just my boxers, I felt
his curious boy eyes on me. My tall, Nordic body was unlike any he had
seen, unless. "Do I look like the Germans to you?" I asked.
     He nodded. "Are you German?"
     "I'm American." I hesitated, then added, "But my ancestors were
Swedish and Norwegian."
     He thought about that, accepted it. "The Germans were tall like
you. But none of them were as kind as you."
     I smiled at that. "For sharing the bed with you?"
     He nodded. "And for paying my mother for the bed. The Germans would
have simply come in and taken the room."
     I walked toward the bed and he stared at my boxers. "That is not
right, Signore."
     "What?" I stopped.
     "If you are to wear the clothes, then I should wear the clothes, as
well."
     He grinned at me impishly and I smiled. "Fair enough." The little
scamp wanted to see me naked. I'd been equally curious at his age, and I'd
be under the covers in no time, anyhow. So I reached for my waist, slid my
boxers, down to my feet, and stepped out of them and walked the last two
steps to the bed. Sat down and slid in, pulled the covers up over both of
us. "Now, time to get some sleep."
     "Si, Signore, that is what the bed is for."
     In a whorehouse? "Among other things, yes, a bed is for sleeping." I
agreed. The feel of bedcoverings on my naked flesh was awakening it to the
fact that I hadn't had sex for almost a year. "Tomorrow, I think I'll use
it for the other thing it's good for."
     As if that were a signal, there was the chime of a bell. Midnight, it
chimed after the first notes of attention, twelve times.
     Giacomo said, when the bells were done, "It is now tomorrow, Signore."
     I didn't place any special emphasis on that response, simply said,
"Yeah." and started to send myself to sleep.
     And woke up again when I felt that small hand slide over my hip bone
and find and grasp my cock. The little fingers enfolded my shaft and
gripped tightly and I gasped in surprise, my dong surged alive. It had been
more than a year, and my prod wasn't feeling fussy!
     "Giacomo!" I puffed out with my exhalation.
     "You have a very proud manhood, Signore." Giacomo informed me. "It is
very warm and tall."
     "Yeah, it is." I agreed, breathing as hard as if I'd been running for
an hour.
     His hand was moving up and down my shaft slowly, lovingly. "I never
knew a man could be this big."
     "I...I would have thought in a place like this, you would have seen
them before now."
     "My mother is very protective of me." He informed me. "All the times
the Germans would come by, she would keep me away from them. Keep me in
this room. She must like you very much to put you in my room. I like you,
too. Do you like me, Signor?"
     "Sure, I like you, Giacomo." I panted. "But...I didn't mean for you
to...."
     "To make love with you?"
     "Uh...yeah!" Oh, God, that hand was doing more than simply playing
with me, it was stirring up all sorts of emotions I had never known I
had. The lights in this room were enough to let me make out his face
peering into mine as he pumped on my prod. It was like looking into...my
destiny. I know that's melodramatic, but I couldn't find another word for
it. I had avoided sexual contact with women, always for what I thought were
good reasons, while I was in school, while I was in officer training corps,
while I was busy learning how to handle my men, while I was busy thinking
of them. Even on this three-day leave, I had postponed my own dalliance
with the women when I could have been leading the way. The men hadn't even
waited for me to try to pick first, for we had done this before, and I had
always abstained. Not just postponed...abstained!
     I wasn't going to choose any of Donna Maria's girls! Never would
have. And why? Because my destiny lay in the hand of a small bright-eyed
boy instead of some overdecorated, overused whore! And now...I had that
hand. And those lips, those kissable lips, were there beckoning to me once
again.
     I gave up and my own arm raised up and around that small form, pulled
him to me and we kissed, his lips eager and soft upon mine. I had expected
him to kiss me as a boy would kiss a stranger, perfunctory and dry, but he
kissed me so wet and ardently that I suspected his mother hadn't kept him
from all observations of the ways of a man and woman in this house.
     His next actions confirmed this, for he let go of me after a time and
as I released him myself, he began to slide down my body, disappearing
under the covers, his lips kissing me as it went down, down, down my neck,
down my breast, down my ribs and down my stomach, and his hand stopped,
held my prick steady as his head raised up.
     I couldn't help it, as his lips pressed on and over and down my cock,
I had to groan out loud! "Ohhh, God!" I cried out. "Oh, God, oh, God!"
     Giacomo's lips played on my dong with a skill unparalleled. I became
convinced that I was not his first male lover, between Fascists and Nazis
and now the Allies, he had learned his lessons well! Now I was reaping the
benefits of his talented mouth, slurping on my pud with rapid, moist
strokes that sent it deep within his mouth and pulled upwards to send my
cock into sexual delight, and then plunge back in to send those waves
coursing through my entire body.
     I watched the covers bobbing up and down and couldn't bear not seeing
this boy sucking my dong, I reached and grabbed the covers and yanked them
away, revealing both our bodies naked and free on the bed. My own body
squeezed little Giacomo almost entirely off the bed, only the wall behind
him kept him from falling off. Small wonder he had been so close to me when
I crawled in, this little body of his against my own broad canvas of
masculinity was like a symphony of man/boy lovemaking.
     My fingers threaded through those ebony locks of his hair and Giacomo
looked up at me and smiled around my cock, his lips bending up at the
corners while his mouth stayed embedded on my prong. "Giacomo, you are so
wonderful." I breathed to him. "Your lips are so soft and warm, they are my
every dream fulfilled."
     Giacomo's answer was to ply those magical lips even faster upon my
prong and my passion built up inside me to an alarming level.
     "Giacomo, Giacomo!" I gasped. "I can't hold back any longer, I have to
come, I have to! If you want to back off, use your hand, do it now,
Giacomo, do it now, I can't resist those lips, please Giacomo, pull off or
I'll shoot in your mouth!"
     But Giacomo's milking motions never faltered and I couldn't hold back
any longer truly, his lips moved on me and I groaned, "Oh, those lips,
Giacomo, those lips, oh, OH, OH, AH-AH-AH-AHHHH-GAHHHHHH!" And my body
shook with the power of a climax stronger than any I'd ever had before! I
moaned, my cock felt like it exploded in Giacomo's mouth, hot washes of
spunk rushed into him and he couldn't contain it all, my white jizz dripped
out the corners of those lips, those marvelous lips, and he coughed, more
of my spunk dripped from his nostrils, and I was jetting even more into his
mouth, and he gulped and my climax was finally done with him and Giacomo
valiantly began to clean up the mess I'd made of his face, licking his
tongue over his lips, and savoring the hot spunk, then diving down to kiss
the puddles of sperm from my crotch and shaft.
     "Oh, God, Giacomo." I gasped. "So good, so very good!"
     He smiled at me benevolently and rose back to face me and I kissed
those lips that still tasted of my jizz. "I pleased you, Signore?"
     "You pleased me very much." I assured him.
     "You stay with me, I please you more." He promised.
     "You have a deal." I gasped quickly. No way was I turning loose of
this hot young mouth.
     Giacomo woke me again and again through the rest of that night, each
time with his lips caressing my prong with silken magic strokes. Again and
again, my body rose to the challenge and I again fed him lavishly with my
spunk.
     I awoke at last to the glow of daylight into the small room and
sighed. What a marvelous night it had been!
     I was alone in the bed, and alone in the room but not for
long. Giacomo opened the door bearing again a tray, my breakfast. I sat up
eagerly in the bed and took the tray, it held a pastry which I picked up
and set the tray to one side and took a bite. "Thank you, Giacomo." I
mumbled around the food in my mouth.
     "It is part of the service." Giacomo told me. "My mother wants you to
be happy here."
     "Part of the service?" I asked.
     He looked puzzled. "For us to make love. Ten dollars per day."
     "I see." I said, then pulled my pants off the floor and dug out
another twenty dollars. "I'll be staying here the remainder of our three
day leave." I said. "See your mother gets this, all right?"
     "I will." but Giacomo stuffed the money into his pants and made no
move to leave. I took another bite of the pastry. "This is very good. Have
you had breakfast yet?"
     "No, Signore." Giacomo crawled onto the bed and got hold of my dong
again. "But I was about to." His lips promptly enveloped me again.
     A wonderful place, Silvano. I was going to be sorry when this leave
was over. Meanwhile, I would make memories of Giacomo's lips, to carry with
me when I left.

				  THE END
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