Date: Thu, 31 Dec 2020 18:12:41 +0000 (UTC) From: ropingtop@aol.com Subject: Joey Schiavo - slave boy joey- installment 33 So, we're going to move forward in the academic year, readers, and we're at Holiday Break . joey's grades were, well, as good as you could expect from a senior who had a job lined up already: 2 As, an A-, 2 B+. Bill wasn't thrilled, but the difference between now, and the grades when he and joey had met, was remarkable. They had a quiet Christmas with Nate - Carlos had left Nate for someone who, in his words "has a bigger dick and a bigger wallet." When Nate told them the story, Bill laughed. "Hmmm. Big dick and big wallet. Sounds intriguing. " joey smacked him. "Yeah, you're right. He didn't say anything about how big his ass was," Bill retorted, as he put joey in a headlock "I'll keep this one." "Seriously Gunc: am I ever gonna find someone?" "OF COURSE you are. You're a lot younger than me love, and look how long it took me." They were drinking scotch and Nate just said "Pass the bottle." Rather than pour, he picked it up and drank right out of the top. "HO HO HO. Christmas hangover coming." "Oh. I thought you were talking about Carlos with the ho ho ho Nate." Nate nearly spat out his scotch at joey's comment. The young man had a quick retort that was always surprising. "Where did you pick that up joey? Your folks aren't like that." joey smiled. "I used to have a great coach Sir. Don D'orato. Don of gold. He always had a snappy answer for everything. He once asked me if I were sure I weren't his son." "Hmmm. When was the last time you saw him?" "Oh, before college Sir." "Tell you what? Let's call your folks, maybe they could invite him. I'd like to meet him too." "That sounds good. I'll call." He did, and the next day, joey's father called Bill directly. "Hey Bill. joey's dad. I'm calling because, well, joey asked if he could see coach D'orato when you visit. " "Oh yes, I told him he should." Dad was struggling for words, and then he spoke for about ten minutes. Bill listened carefully. "It's your home of course. If you feel uncomfortable, then we can try to meet coach somewhere else." "NO NO. That's not what I'm saying. I just don't want joey to be disappointed." "joey won't be disappointed. I promise you that Sir. And joey and I want to talk to you about something, so maybe you and his mom could be available." Later that day, joey got a call from his dad: Coach D'orato was THRILLED that joey wanted to meet. "SIR. You HAVE TO MEET this man. I think I owe everything to three people: you, my dad, and Coach D'orato." Bill smiled "Coach D'orato is still teaching you angel boy." That night, when they were in the bedroom before going to sleep, Bill presented joey with one more gift. "Tonight, I gave you your angel boy gifts. Now, I'm giving you your "Bill's boi" gift." joey looked puzzled. He opened it up and looked at it. "A dildo? " Bill laughed. "Not just ANY dildo boi. Look at it closely. " joey did, and he blushed. "Sir.... is this a plastic cast of...." Bill laughed. "Yes, it is. That way you can have me anytime during the day you like." joey grinned. "Looks a little big. You sure it's not someone else's? " "Touche' joey. But as my boi, you're gonna wear it to class every day. For at least one period. And.... " Bill pointed to the perimeter. "There's a series of buttons for electric charge. The battery is good for about an hour, so if that class is especially boring.." joey smiled. "Can I use it when we're asleep Sir?" "Ha ha. All you have to do is wake me up." joey put the dildo under his pillow that night. Bill was away from the house when joey started packing for their trip to his home and his folks. Nate walked in. "Hey. How's it going?" "Hey Nate. Doing good." joey looked up at him. "You need some servicing Mr. Nate? My soft lips are ready." Nate laughed. "Oh, that's tempting joey, but believe it or not, I'm not horny. I just came in to see if you needed help packing. " "I think I'm good. Packing for 5 days is tough though." Nate saw what he had out, and he got concerned. "joey, no flannel. NO. Bill HATES flannel." "But it's so warm and..." "joey, no. Don't be a hard head about that. There's a story about a boy, and flannel, and.... bring anything else, but not your old flannel shirts. You got a bunch of great shirts for Christmas. Bring those. Wear the red one one day. I know Gunc REALLY likes that one on you." "God, Nate, I'm glad you walked in." He took a deep breath. "That man is so complicated, and so secretive. Why didn't he just make me throw them out?" "Because they're YOURS. You brought them with you and they're important to you. And if you wore them, he wouldn't have said anything. Wear them to school if you want. Put them on after he leaves. I'm just telling you, it's sort of like, oh, I don't know, sneaking meat into a vegetarian's dish. "Speaking of sneaking in meat," joey smiled. "Are you SURE?" Nate smiled. "Now that you mention it. GET ON YOUR KNEES." "Yes sir." It was going to be a long drive to the Schiavo house, so Bill set the alarm early. "Just ten more minutes Sir. Just ten more minutes." joey rolled over and went back to sleep. Bill got up, and got showered, shaved and ready. Angel boi was snoring. "joey. joey.." He ran his tongue on joey's ear. "Time to get up." "C'mon Sir. We had great sex last night." "Joey, we're gonna be late" "I'm always late at home. They won't mind." Bill sighed. He went out to the kitchen and took something out of the freezer. He came back and ran the two ice cubes over joey's feet. "FUCK. MOTHER FUCKER... " joey jumped out of bed. "I COULDA PEED IN THE SHEETS." "Yes, you might have. And then you'd wash them when we came back. Now get dressed boi. " Bill looked at him. "speaking of 'time to get up', I think you better take care of that in the shower." On the way , Bill asked. "So, angel boi, let's assume your folks say they're ok with the change of plans. How big a wedding do you want?" "Oh, I don't know Sir. A small one, maybe 150 people." Bill began to laugh. "You think 150 is a small wedding?" "Sir, I'm Italian. Don't forget that. If Gina ever gets married, by the time we finish inviting the cousins of the cousins of the cousins, it could be 300." "GEEZ. I'm just not used to that, but ok. If that's what you want." "Actually Sir, there are very few people I wanted to invite. My folks of course. Gina and her date. I wonder too: we have an uncle who lives near NY. "Uncle Vinny," I SWEAR that's his name. He's very close to Gina. I'd like to invite him." "Any of your classmates?" "Maybe the guy who introduced us Sir. Not too many others. Folks from the law firm. Madam from the studio. That's it. " "You give any thought to whom you'd like to be your best man? Nate's taken. He's gonna be mine." joey grinned. "I still wanna think about it. Maybe I don't want one." "Oh you have to. Gina as flower girl, your mom as matron of honor, and we'll figure the rest out." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!" Gina was out of the house and in joey's arms faster than you could say "Merry Christmas. " "I'm so glad you're here. You came here before the hotel, right?" "Yes, that's true." "GOOD. Because later when you head there, maybe I could join you and have a drink?" she batted her eyes. Bill looked at her. "GINA. You're not legal..." "I didn't say alcoholic beverage Bill. I'll have... lemonade." "Then let's check the inside of that purse to make sure there's not a bottle of gin in it." She blushed. Bill laughed. "You know, Gina, I may be as ancient as the Bible, but I WAS young once. That trick.... I thought we could count on you young ones to come up with better ones. " "I tried. But can I still come with you? I have something to tell you. It won't make any sense to you Bill, but joey will understand it." She threw her arms around Bill and joey. "I am just SURROUNDED BY HOMOSEXUALS. I AM SO THRILLED." joey looked at her. "Gina , what the hell are you talking about?" She lowered her voice. "Uncle Vinny. Remember eccentric Uncle Vinny? Well, we had our annual Christmas chat and... he told me all about his boyfriend." "WHAT? " joey exclaimed "VINNY? OH MY GOD. " He turned to Bill. "Sir, to say eccentric is mild. You know those little twisties we use on bread and stuff like that?" "Yeah?" "Well, Vinny cuts them in half so he can use each one twice. And that's one of the milder things." "I'm sorry joey," Gina asked. "Did you just call Bill "SIR?" He blushed. "We'll talk Gina." "OH, this is gonna be an interesting visit." "So, Gina's keeping you from saying hello? " Mr Schiavo came out and gave Bill a hug. They switched to Italian, and then his wife came out and the three of them were jabbering away. joey looked at Gina. "They could be at that for a while. Shall we sneak upstairs and... maybe finish off that bottle Bill won't let you bring with you." "AFTER you explain the Sir. I think I know, but... let me hear it from your mouth." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Bill was downstairs, talking to joey's parents. "Thank you so much for about Coach D'orato ahead of time. I appreciate it." "Did you tell joey?" his mother asked. "I didn't. You know, this is what I can say: I don't know for certain, but joey grew in college. A lot. I think he's going to be fine with this." The doorbell rang. "Oh, I think that's coach." Mr. Schiavo went to the door, and Bill heard him "DONNA! OH YOU LOOK TERRIFIC. Merry Christmas. " "Buon Natale Signore" he heard a contralto answer him. He looked up and he saw a striking woman, henna hair, green eyes, taking off her woolen coat to reveal a cream colored silk blouse, a mid length black skirt, and a single strand of pearls." "You're gay Bill.. you're gay..." he intoned to himself. "Donna, please come and meet Bill and then let's have a drink or something." The lady came in and held out a beautifully manicured hand. "You're Bill. I can tell. You still have gymnast posture." "I wish. So nice to meet you Coach D'orato." "Please. Those days are over. I'm Donna now. " "Ok Donna, if that's what you'd prefer. " joey's dad brought out what was going to be the first of many bottles of asti spumante that day. He dropped a sugar cube at the bottom of each glass "A famiglia" he toasted. Bill saw a slight tear form at each of Donna's eyes. So after they had had their drinks, and the "kids" as Mr Schiavo called them, were still upstairs, Bill smiled at Donna. "I think we wanted to have a private talk, Donna. You still up for that." "Lead the way, kind Sir." "The den, signore." "Si." Bill stood, offered his arm to Donna, and off they went. As they entered, Donna closed the door. Bill held out a chair for her. "It's so good to know chivalry isn't dead." "And it's so good to know beautiful women aren't either." Donna laughed. "STOP. Flattery will get you everywhere." Bill started. "You know, joey has spent the last week telling me how important you were to him. How you're one of the three most influential people in his life." "HE SAID THAT?" Donna blurted out? "OH, BILL, that is the BEST Christmas present anyone ever could have given to me. You know, I'm not supposed to say this but, of all the kids I coached... joey was my favorite. Even more than his sister. " "You coached his sister?" "I coach her NOW Bill. I teach women's self defense. She and her mom come twice a week." "Ha ha. Now I know why her husband gives her such respect." "He didn't always, let me tell you. But no, we're here to talk about joey." "He was a good gymnast?" "He was a TERRIBLE gymnast. You know, the hardest part of being a coach is having to tell your charges that 'it's not going to happen'. I told that to joey three, maybe four times. And he kept on coming. And then he made that college team. He did that on his own, not from me. " "Wow. He never told me that. " "He probably never told you about the black gymnast either." "Noooooooo. You tell me." "Well, look around this neighborhood. It's lily white. Very traditional, very conservative: I can tell you exactly what everyone is eating on every night of the week, and if you drive through on Friday afternoon, you'll smell the flounder frying. But one time, we had a black kid come to join the team. It did NOT go over well. NO ONE would talk to him... except for joey. joey became his best friend. " She got teary again. One day joey came to me and asked "why are people so mean about people being different? I don't get it. Do they pee differently coach? Do they crap differently? Do they eat differently?" She sighed. "OH, MY, that was a tough chat. Because you know.... in retrospect, I should've picked it out. joey was testing waters. " "You mean he knew he was gay?" "Uh huh. But it just wasn't done here." Donna laughed. "I mean, look at me. I didn't have the surgery until after I retired." "How has the reception been?" "Mixed, not surprisingly. The Schiavos were ALWAYS on my side. ALWAYS. It's not that finding out joey was gay made them friends, no. Mrs. Schiavo used to come to the hospital when I was recovering twice a day with meals. Mr Schiavo drove me home. Bill, it's a loving family. " "I know. I feel fortunate to have become a part of it. " "And you know, you're EXACTLY what joey needs. But I'll get back to that. The reception? Some people stopped talking to me, others have been 'curious' others just started calling me Donna instead of Don, and we went on with our lives. "Donna D'orato. The woman of gold" "EXACTLY. Because you can't sully gold. It's pure. Try to melt it. You can't. Nothing gets to it. NOTHING. " She paused. "And every day I try to remind myself of that. I repeat my name because.... I don't live up to it all the time, Bill." "Well, no one does. Don't be so hard on yourself." She laughed. "You've seen joey in action. Where do you think he got that?" "Hey, what's going on?" joey had opened the door to the den because he heard Bill's voice. He looked at Donna. "Hey. I'm joey. " "Hi joey. You remember me?" joey looked at her quizzically. "You look like you could be the relative of someone I know, but I don't know who. Are you one of the million aunts that Gina and I don't know about?" Donna smiled. "Let me give you a hint." She took a breath and lowered her voice. "DAMN IT SCHIAVO IF YOU DON'T HOLD ONTO THAT FUCKING BAR WITH MORE STRENGTH YOU'RE GONNA KILL YOURSELF." joey went white. "Coach? COACH? Coach d'Orato?" "Donna joey. I'm Donna." "HOLY SHIT. Pardon my language but... " He ran over and pulled her out of the chair. He hugged her and began to cry. "I missed you so much coach. GOD did I miss you." Now Bill was crying. And without hesitation, he planted a kiss on her lips. "JOEY. Your husband to be is sitting right here." "I'll give him a pass Donna. If I get one too." "You will sir, you will. But please. Listen. I'm going to speak to joey on my own later. Right now, I wanna speak to the two of you." Joey went over to where Bill was sitting. "Bill, can we move to the sofa?" The sofa was wider, and joey liked to sit with Bill in a particular way. Bill would sit back, and joey would position himself in between his legs, sitting at the edge, so Bill had to hold him. He smiled when they were in that position. "So, you've probably gotten some crap about your age difference, haven't you joey?" He smiled. "Not really. Only from this old man." He squeezed Bill's hand. "You should listen to him Joey. You're picking a difficult route" "It's the only one Donna. I love this man. I love him more than. Geez, I don't know. Hold me tighter Bill." Donna smiled. "You're gonna need that love. Life is tough enough, and it's gonna be tougher for you. " "You taught me to be tough Coach." "She still is joey," Bill added, and Donna smiled. "I want the two of you to have a happy life together. Send me some photos of the wedding, ok? I'll keep them in my treasure box" Bill and joey looked at each other. "How about coming to the wedding?" Donna looked up. "Oh my HEAVENS? You'd have me?" "We'd be disappointed if you didn't come." "Well, YES. I'd love to. Do you have a date." Bill laughed. "I'm about to go in and ask for permission from joey's parents. I HAVE permission for when he's 25. That's what I asked for but... "Life is too short, Bill." Donna said to him. "On Wednesday, we don't know if we get Thursday. On Thursday, we don't know if we get Friday. And if they say no, do it anyway. " "They're gonna say yes, Bill." "How do you know scamp?" "Gina asked them." Bill started laughing. "GINA ASKED THEM?" "She did." Mr Schiavo was at the door. "you know, after you came here last time and asked, my wife and I wondered "why is he waiting that long? I mean, we understand and everything but... let's cut to the chase and have some more booze. Get married when you want to. Just give my wife time to have her hair done. " Joey jumped out the chair, to his father. "YOU MEAN IT? YOU MEAN IT?" "Caro, when have I ever said anything I didn't mean." "Never poppa. Never." joey jumped up in his father's arms. "Grazie poppa. Grazie. " Bill had moved over to Donna. He pulled out a big white handkerchief and handed it to her. "I always carry an extra because joey forgets." She smiled and pushed it away. "save it for him. I do too." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx That evening, when they were in their hotel room, after a nightcap, Bill asked joey "So, what advice did Donna give you?" "Well, Sir, she didn't give me advice so much as to ask me if I knew what I was getting into" "About marriage?" "Not exactly Sir. She pointed out that I had to be ready for our age difference, and people saying things, and... well, you getting old and frail before I do." "So what did you tell her?" "Well on the old and frail part, I told her it was already happening, so I didn't have to worry." Bill looked at him "You little frig... YOU LITTLE FRIG" He went after joey and pinned him down on the hotel floor. "Now, normally, I would play with your nipples, but you like that too much." "OH shit. Does this mean.. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" "Yes it does, young man. This old frail codger is gonna make you BEG for relief." "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Please Sir. Please. Let me tell you what else we talked about." "Ok.. That's fair. " Bill rolled off of Joey and lay next to him. "I told her I didn't give a shit about what people said. I have you. That's all that matters to me. She said she was glad I still remembered the lessons she taught me." He began to cry. "joey, that was beautiful." "Sir... I wish I had known what she was going through. I wish I could've done... SOMETHING." Bill held him. "If you didn't know, it was because she didn't want you to. Now you know. Now you can do something." "Like what Sir?" "CALL HER. Let her know we're thinking of her. Make sure she knows she can always visit. We'll visit her. Teach her how to use zoom. If you could teach me.." "Did I? Are you sure.... OOPS. Put my foot in my mouth again. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Bill stopped "joey, she loves you. I don't know if she loves you more than I do, but it's close. It's real, REAL close. And you know what, she loves you, but she doesn't NEED you. That's important to remember. She's not a charity case. Don't ever treat her like that." "I think I understand Sir. " "You know joey, remember when Hilary said 'it takes a village? Well, it does. And your village, OUR village, it's growing. Embrace it. Make her a part " He kissed joey. "And now, we're gonna get married pretty soon and she's gonna be there." "One other thing she told me Sir. She told me to make you take me to one of those slow dancing evenings. No ifs ands or buts. She told me don't put out if you say no." "Ha. How long are you gonna last not putting out?" "I have hands Sir." "Not if I keep them tied up." "You say the nicest things. " "I'M gonna call her for help. " "Seriously Sir, can we go dancing when we get back home?" "Of course we can, dovey. Now let's go to sleep. "Can I use the.." "NO." The rest of their visit was uneventful, except for Bill's surprise for joey on the trip back. They had packed up, and joey was dressed in the red shirt, and a cashmere crew with what he referred to as his "come fuck me jeans." "We're gonna be leaving a little later, studmuffin." Bill grabbed joey from behind, and threw him on the hotel bed. "MMMM. I was hoping you'd say that Sir..." "Service my cock first. Get it wet. Get it LUBED for your sweet Italian boi ass." "Si signore. SI." Joey wrapped his tongue around Bill's cock and got to work. He was torn: he wanted Bill's cock so much, he would've finished him. But he wanted a butt fuck too. That's what he got. Bill jerked his cock back. "I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE UP TO BOI. NOT HAPPENING. " He pushed off joey's shoes, then his jeans, then his speedo. His cock was almost bright red as he began sliding into his husband to be. joey was so roused he grabbed the blankets to hold himself in place. "FUCK ME SIR. FUCK YOUR BOI. FUCK ME HARD...." Bill was doing just that. They hadn't had sex before this on the trip and he was making up for lost time. joey wasn't used to this kind of endurance. He began to feel sore, but he wasn't going to ask Bill to stop. No, he wanted this. He wanted even more.. Perhaps because his mind was so full, for one of the few times in their relationship, joey came AFTER Bill did. Then they tongue wrestled for about ten minutes, after which Bill whispered in joey's ear. "I'm not done with you yet." joey smiled. "you promise." Bill just gave him a leer. "Just dump the bags in the trunk joey, I'll be right back." "Yes sir. " While joey was doing that, he felt Bill's hand cover his mouth. The garage was empty, and they were out of camera view. He whispered into joey's ear. "I oughtta make you ride in the trunk, but it's too cold. You're going in the back seat, boi." joey felt his hands get roped behind him, and then Bill shoved the speedo he hadn't been able to find that morning in his mouth, before he tied the extra handkerchief around it. He tossed joey into the backseat. and started driving. It was a long drive, so Bill would stop, untie joey, let him get blood circulation back and then re-tie him. joey, it must be said, was in pig heaven. Being kidnaped by Bill was a fantasy, and this was about as good as it could get. When Bill caught him humping the backseat, he turned him flat on his back so he had no friction. "MSRD" came out of joey's mouth. It was supposed to be "Bastard." When they finally pulled into their driveway, about 5 hours after they started, rather than untie joey, Bill grabbed him and tossed him over his shoulder. His hand was on joey's ass, and joey was getting more and more excited. Bill threw him down on the bed, and then, after flipping him on his belly, took him from behind, as hard as he had in the hotel room. This time, he didn't let joey cum. Instead, when Bill was done, he took the dildo and put it in place. "When the battery runs out, you can pull it out. Then you decide what we do. " It was an easy choice for joey. He was exhausted. He leaned up against Bill, pulled his arm around him, and fell asleep. Bill looked down and smiled. "I keep on thinking about birds. " He mused. "That beautiful rare bird named Donna. How many of us are lucky enough to see her? I'll be grateful for that forever. And then.... I called you my dove, joey. That's not really right. Doves are drab. Peacock? No, too showy. Bird of paradise? Too arrogant. No, you're like one of those rare canaries. The kind you dream about having, but never do. Except this time." He leaned down and kissed joey's forehead. "I do." joey heard him. "Save it for the wedding Sir."