GINO MARK II – Part2
by Mike - Down Under
Hi guys, this story comes to you with the aid of Nifty. To keep them operating they need funds - as much as they can get. Without extra finances they will be forced to close. Do try, if you are able to, to make a donation no matter how big, or small. Anything is a help. Have a look at Nifty's homepage up at the top and see the donation hyperlink. Thanks and hugs - Mike Down Under.
Sorry to be somewhat tardy in sending off the next installment. Got caught up in finishing my first mainstream novel and will be sending the manuscript off to the publishers Monday t o see what they think about. Here's keeping everything crossed – including my balls
Feed back is important so if you wish to contact me, do so at:
milkinmike30@outlook.com
Once the bracket of music stopped I said I was off to the bar for a drink and would bring him one back sometime. I was at the bar having a quiet scotch and dry when I was approached by a good looking guy in his late twenties. He was pleasant enough and asked me for a light and if I was having fun.
I told him I didn't smoke but he stayed and chatted for a bit and then, feeling a bit guilty about being so long away from Gino, I made my excuses, bought a drink for Gino then went looking for the hunk.
As usual, I found him trying to chat up twenty something females who were actually repulsed by the big brawny, big-bellied old man trying to pick them up. I say this in all seriousness because, though he was Apollo in my eyes, to many others he came across as a dirty old man, until they got to know him; and there was little chance, or time, in those clubs for Gino to work his magic on them.
The music started again, and one older female came up to him and asked him to dance. I'm still not sure why I did it, or said it, at that moment but I had decided he was mine for the night. I put my arms around Gino neck, moved in close, groin to hip and reminded him that "you promised this next dance with me sweetheart" He kind of looked at me as if he was going to kill me and I though OH SHIT!! I've gone too far.
Something else you need to know about him. He was a trained killer (had spent years in the Australian equivalent of the American elite marines), had had his own detective agency for 7 years and still had a license to carry and use a .38 gun (whatever that is) and was involved part time with security at a government level. Another reason for twenty something's to be turned off by him was that he really did look as if he had just walked off the set of the "Sopranos"
So now you know why I thought he might kill me. I did see something cross his eyes and shuddered. But he saw the funny side, put his arms around me, kissed me on the cheek and in front of the female said "ah ha Bello, that's not all I promised you" and kissed my cheek again and lead me to the dance floor. I'm sure I saw the female mouth "fuckin poofs".
Some hours later after more dancing, more drinks and more cheek kissing the band wound down, the crowd left, and we went upstairs to an all night bar for one for the road. While Gino was at the bar getting the drinks who should come towards me but the young guy I had chatted to earlier downstairs. We greeted each other like long lost lovers; arms went about each other and we stood there cheek to cheek, groin to groin, hugging and swaying from side to side.
Well hey!! After a few years among those men in my community and 6 months or so with Gino, I thought nothing of hugging and kissing cheeks. Besides, I had really had a bit too much to drink - well that's my excuse. Before I knew it a strong hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me off. I caught the look of utter jealousy in Gino's eyes as he wondered who the guy was.
I introduced them to each other, explaining to Gino how we met and said, "Now let's all hug again" so the three of us stood there for a minute in a triple hug. Again, I still don't know why I said that – the fuckin drink loosening my tongue, perhaps. We broke the hug, the guy moved on, and the hunk and I went to the bar where the drinks were waiting.
As usual the talk turned to sex and Gino pointed out that this was a good place to find myself a man for sex. I kind of looked at him silly, put my hand on his shoulder and said, "Bello, if I'm gonna go that way it'll be with a real man, not a fuckin boy". Gino looked startled, grinned at me, then hugged me some more. By now I think you getting the idea he was the hugging type. Well, I'm not complaining cos often he hugged me so close to his big chest I felt his big crotch against mine. It was heaven. I knew it was big because at work when I went to his desk for a chat and looked into his lap, all you saw was a big mound between his thighs.
After a few more drinks we headed downstairs to the all night café for a couple of black coffees. Over coffee we chatted about the night's events and the ones that got away. Well from Gino at least. At 5 AM and a few coffees later we decided to catch a cab back to my place and crash. Gino would sleep on the spare mattress as he had sometimes done in the past.
We left the entertainment complex and turned right heading for Swanston Street to the taxi rank. We walked along the river embankment, weaved in and out of the statues and the light poles that lined the walk, stopped for a bit to take in the warm summer night air. All the time Gino had his arm around me telling me that "I love you Bello". Along the walkway, the light poles were placed equal distance but only threw light a few feet. In the middle between any 2 poles there was semi darkness. I stopped for some reason between two sets of lights and walked to the embankment wall and stood there in almost full darkness looking at the lights reflected on the water from the buildings on the other side of the river. It had been a magical night for me and somehow I found myself thinking of Gino and if he really did love me as he said. I was happy and sedated by the night and the reflected lights. The warm breeze didn't help.
With Gino at my side and his arm around me we stood and drank in the night, with neither of us speaking. He removed his arm and lit another cigarette. He took a few puffs of it and then, much to my surprise, and his, I reached for the cigarette and took a drag. Gino almost recoiled in horror at what I had done, exclaiming, "Bello, what? You don't smoke" I just looked at him, smiled, and handed it back to him. After 22 years of not smoking I had just started again. He took a drag, looked at me and handed it back to me. This went on until it was finished.
"Beautiful morning Bello isn't it" Gino exclaimed and put his arm around my shoulder, then continued, "A good time to be making love".
I turned my head, looked at him and responded with, "Well then, we better get you back home then hey?"
"Not yet Bello, there's no hurry, let's stay a while here. It's so peaceful and romantic."
Now I was really confused. What the fuck's got into the hunk I wondered. I was soon to find out and my life would never be the same again.
All responses will be gratefully acknowledged. - Mike
milkinmike30@outlook.com