His Prezioso Chapter 1
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CHAPTER 1: Eaten Alive
An empty studio apartment. At the door, suitcases and boxes that have yet to be open.
At the other end, I stood in front of the curtainless window. My auburn hair looked slightly blonde from the sun shining onto me. The sun illuminated my feminine features, that I had cursed to God about for many years. Small nose, almond eyes, slightly indented cheeks, it was almost as if he planned to make me a woman and changed his mind at the end.
My eyes skimmed the streets of Little Italy, it was foreign to me. I had grown up in California--hardly around any Italian people, if any. My father had left Little Italy at a very young age with his seventeen-year-old pregnant wife, my mother, to make a living down in Los Angeles. They brought me up in the best schools, giving me the best life could offer a child, but I was suffocating. I needed to cut the cord at some point.
The phone rang, it was the only device hooked up in the room.
I walked over and answered it.
"Hello," I said.
In between sniffles, "Jesse, my baby, how are you? Did... did you arrive all right?"
It was my mother. Cutting off the phone cord was tempting, now.
"Yes, mom," I said, trying not to sound too annoyed.
"Did you decide on how long you will be staying there?"
"I had told you before I left," I said, again controlling my annoyance. "I'm staying here and running the store. I need this. I want to know more about grandma's life here."
"That store is decades old... you don't want to stay there. Your grandmother spent all her days there, you're just going to be stuck in a mess," she said, no more sniffles [eye roll.] "If you don't want to go to work with your dad, I understand, but you didn't have to leave to make your point."
"Mom, I'm staying. I need to go now."
Her last cries blasted through the phone. I hung up.
The streets were alive, and gleeful. The men whistled at woman walking down the street even attempting to look down their skirts as they walked by. The cars didn't stop for anyone, making people run across as fast as they could within an inch of their life. The restaurants were packed and people dressed elegantly and in very dark colors--I felt out of place in my salmon button up shirt and dark brown high waisted pants.
I got the double take looks, even some stares. I knew just as much as they did, I didn't belong.
My pace got quicker, and there I was in front of my grandmother's grocery store.
Standing in front of it, Marco, he was a stout man. He had on a gray suit, he looked at me and smiled.
"The California boy," he chuckled, as he went for a hug.
"Yes," I patted him on the back.
His tone got serious, "your grandma, she was a very good person."
I nod.
"Come in, come in," he gestured for me to enter. "Everything looks good, your grandma was liked by a lot of people, we kept it up for her. We called her Mama Rosa."
The store was in great condition, it was small, but it was stocked with product and everything looked up-to-date.
Taped on top of the register was a photo of me as a toddler at the beach, I had just got sand on my ice cream, so I was crying non-stop.
"She loved you," Marco said, snapping me back into reality. "I'm not one to pry, but she would have loved to seen you grown up."
"Yeah," I could feel the tears coming.
"I'll go. Listen, kid, if you have any problems, just let me know. Like I told you, your grandma was loved by many people. Got it?"
"Sure, thanks again."
After some time of taking inventory, there was a knock at the door. Behind the glass door, there was a middle-aged woman, she had a huge smile across her face.
I opened the door.
"Hello," I said, giving my best attempt at a smile.
"Mama Rosa's grandson?"
"Yes"
She yelped, and held me in her arms giving me two big kisses on the cheek. "It's so good to meet you! Look at you, such a pretty boy."
She could see the confusion on my face.
"I'm sorry about that," she apologized. "I was really good friends with Mama Rosa, she was like family... she came around every Sunday dinner. I'm Gianna."
"Nice to meet you."
"You look just as pretty as you did in the pictures," she grabs my face. "So pretty."
She looks around, "we tried to keep it up as much as we could."
"You did this?"
She shook her head, "no my boys did, they loved Mama Rosa, a lot."
A light bulb popped out of her head, "you need to come meet them. Tonight, is Sunday dinner."
"I have a lot of unpacking to do," I really did, but I also wasn't in the mood to meet new people yet.
"Please," she said. "Just spend some time with us. We want to get to know you and we can spend some time to talk about Mama Rosa."
I agreed.
And there I was sitting in a large table, the women sitting at the table just looking at me with bewilderment.
"You really aren't like the men we see here," one of them said laughing, kindly.
I blushed and nodded.
Just then, I could see why she said that. As a swarm of men came from the patio door. They were all dressed in very formal attire. They gave off a manly aura, they looked tough and intimidating. Once again, I felt ten more times out of place.
The kids ran from behind them, jumping into their mothers' arms who were already sat at the table.
They sat down and the eldest man, around his sixties, sitting at the center of the table looked over at me. The rest of the men did, too.
"Who are you?" he said, almost like a warning for me to answer correctly.
"That's Mama Rosa's grandson, Freddie" Gianna said, as she placed another dish with the large pile of food.
"Oh, the California boy. Come here, come here!" he said with open arms, motioning me to walk over to him.
I hesitated, but everyone was looking at me like I was making a mistake by not going over to him. So, I did.
He hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, "I'm Uncle Vinny."
At that moment, of his happiness, my eyes caught someone else and they were watching me.
The man I was looking at had strong cheek bones, dark brown eyes, it matched his tan skin. He had his hair styled back exposing his manly face, completely opposed to mine. His lips looked plump, like if you bit into one it would burst like a gusher. He was handsome, he was what I wish I could look like.
Uncle Vinny gave me a couple of taps on the cheek and I went to go sit down.
The man's eyes were locked on me and I could feel it. It was like he could read me because when I looked in his direction for a second, he grinned and looked down. I felt the heat of my body flowing to one area, and this was the worst time.
"Eat, eat," Uncle Vinny said. And just as if they were on cue, everyone started to eat.
I couldn't look up and just ate, but it wasn't going down. He was still catching looks at me, and I still didn't know how to feel about it--I had never felt this. Man, nor woman, I had never felt what I was feeling at that moment, like I was being devoured by their sight and I wanted to be.
"Daddy," one of the kids said. And they lunged towards the man. That did it, that cooled me down.
"So, why don't I introduce you to everyone."
Gianna did so:
Uncle Vinny was her husband and they had been married for over forty years, and they had given birth to four sons, Luca, Cedro, Elio, and the man who spent the last few minutes making a feast out of me, Angelo. All their wives and children were present, as well as three more acquaintances that looked very suspicious, Federico, Lorenzo, and Gabriel.
Angelo, had two children, Angelo Jr. and Marcello, with Rosetta, and she was pregnant with their third child. They were married for three years, they started child bearing quickly.
I took that time to ask for the bathroom, and that's when Angelo volunteered to take me. I knew it was trouble to go with him, but I couldn't make it obvious that we had spent the whole dinner eye-fucking each other in front of the whole family.
I walked behind him as he gestured me through their whole house, it felt like I was walking past the bathroom considering how many rooms we had passed. He stopped and opened the door of the bathroom, he looked at me, he knew.
"Are you using it to take care of your business? Or for this one?" He said, motioning masturbation with his hand at his crotch.
I don't know what came over me at that moment, but I just wanted him and I didn't care that I had never been with anyone before, I wanted to feel his warmth inside me. I grabbed him and put my tongue into his mouth, he obliged by giving it a good fight back with his own.
He closed the door behind us, picked me up, and sat me on top of the sink. I could feel his strong hard body underneath the bulky suit he was wearing. He didn't let our tongues loose, so I couldn't see anything. I was lost.
He removed our shirts and I felt his strong abs run across my thin body. I was in no form comparable to this man; his lines were defined even on his back. I barely had any form to my abs, I was very thin, he bit into my skin and pulled at the little fat I had on it. I bit into his back and he stopped me.
"No marks."
I nodded my head. And he continued marking me all over my body.
I still felt the urge to have him inside me and I grinded my ass onto his bulge. I kept rubbing onto it, as he sucked on my nipple. He looked up at me and smiled.
"We can't do it, we don't have the time to prepare," he read the disappointment in my face. "But I want to so bad, prezioso."
He unbuckled his pants and mine. He began to masturbate our dicks together, feeling the warmth getting hotter between us almost like it was about to ignite a fire in between them. He stuck his tongue back into my mouth, and I could feel his want for me, he tensed up and so did I. Together we came.
He looked up into my eyes and I into his. We knew this wasn't going to be the only time, he looked down at his hand that had his cum on it. He put it up my lips, I can't tell you why I did it, but my body moved instinctively every time he looked at me.
I put his hand to my lips and stuck my tongue out. I lapped up everything he had without breaking eye contact. I swallowed it; he knew that at that moment is when I started to belong to him.
We started putting ourselves together and spiffing ourselves up. I felt an awkwardness now that I had climaxed and I was confused about the situation, and how I had just messed with a married man that I barely knew. Again, almost like he could read my discomfort, he came behind me and put his arms around me giving me kisses on the neck.
"Mio prezioso," he said in between the kisses. "Mio prezioso, mio prezioso."
"What does that mean?" I asked.
He chuckled and turned me around. He ran his hands through my hair, down to my face, and then onto my lips.
"It means precious," he kissed me. "Mine. My precious, California boy."
We walked back to the table. They made jokes about Gianna's cooking giving me the runs, and I adamantly denied, making everyone laugh anymore. We finished dinner and everyone cleared the table, as they were, Angelo and Rosetta began flirting and giving kisses to each other.
It started making me feel strange.
"I have to go now," I announced.
Everyone turned to me.
"It's late, just spend the night here," Uncle Vinny said. "Gianna will prepare a room."
"No, I can't," I said. "I haven't even started unpacking yet."
"Why don't you let one of the boys give you a ride, then."
"I will," Angelo said.
"Amore," Rosetta pleaded with him, shaking her head no.
The men laughed. I felt a sting inside my chest.
"Your woman needs you right now, Angelo," Uncle Vinny said. "Lorenzo can take him."
"Yes, boss," Lorenzo accepted and gets up.
I could feel Angelo's gaze, and I didn't want to meet it, so I looked down. I couldn't hold it though and I turned to him, and he was looking at me, as his wife kissed his neck.
I continued out the door.
We arrived at my place and I thanked Lorenzo. He nodded, and pulled up the window.
I walked into the house. I closed the door and slammed my back against it and slid down.
What did I get myself into?
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