"NEW YORK!!!! OH MY GOD!!!! DAD, MOM, CAN I GO? CAN I CAN I CAN I ? PLEASE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE." Bill was just sitting back watching the spectacle. He had already discussed it with Mr. Schiavo - he would NEVER have put anyone in a position like this, if he didn't know it was ok. Her reaction surprised him. Joey was usually stoic, or a grunter, but a screamer? NAH. Only when Bill tickled him. Come to think of it... he hadn't done that in a while and it sounded...
"Yes, Gina, yes. You can go, if you promise to do what Mr. Scott tells you to do." "And me too. " Joey puffed out his chest, and Gina started laughing "OH YEAH RIGHT. When was the last time I did what you said? OH DAD... OH MOM!!!!: She was hugging both of them and her father, laughing said "shouldn't you be hugging Bill ? He's the one who had the idea."
She stopped , and paused . She looked at Joey and mouthed the words "is it ok?" "YES IT IS GINA" Bill answered. You're welcome. "OH BILL OH... Can I call you uncle..." "How about Cousin? " he asked. He saw the look on Mr. Schiavo's face when she asked that. Or padrone, or something like that, but not Zio. "This guy ain't half bad," Joey's father was thinking. "He gets us." "Mr Schiavo, if it's ok, we wanted to take Gina out with us tonight as a birthday gift? Maybe a dinner before the big dinner?" "OH DAD. If anyone's out and they see me with Bill... THEY'RE GONNA DIE!!!!!" "Yes, yes. Joey, you remember the curfew, right? "Yes Dad, 1 a.m? " He joked. His father gave him a look. "Midnight Sir. We'll have Gina home by midnight. " Bill whispered into her ear, loud enough for everyone to hear "no curfews in NYC." "OOOOOOOOHHHHH. Can we go now?" End of August Gina. When the city clears out, and we have it all to ourselves. What I want you to do now, is get in touch with your brother when you see a show you'd be interesting in going to. I'll try to get tickets. "OH JOEY!!! We're gonna have to talk. Maybe we can all go out clubbing some time? " Bill laughed. "I'm afraid the only clubbing I do these days Gina is golf for business. " It took her a while to get that, and then she laughed. "C'mon. Where's a good place to eat around here?" "Red Lobster Bill. That's about it." "Red Lobster it is. It's the people not the food." As Gina got ready , Joey came over and sat next to him. He tossed his arm around Bill's shoulder and Bill blanched. Joey's folks had had a very busy, stressful day. They didn't need more of it. "Mrs. Schiavo, you have some lovely bouganvillea at the side. Can we go look at it together?" "Well of course!" She smiled. "You know, it's like a weed in the old country, but here.. Madonn' , it's harder to raise than my kids. " "Lemme go with you amore. I haven't seen the flowers in a while. Joe, go talk to your sister. Tell her she doesn't need three changes of clothes for Red Lobster." "You can come with us if you want Dad" "Nah, nah. I want Gina to meet her new cousin. Bill, let's go see those flowers.
"I'm really grateful for all you've done Bill." "Oh, I haven't done much sir. To be honest, I think Joey did most of it." "He's a good kid. He's just stubborn as a mule. Once he decides on something.." "Takes after his father," Mrs. Schiavo added. He laughed. "it's true. All of us. We make a decision and then, right or wrong, we go with it." "Well, Joey is just a pleasure. " "Bill can I... well... can I ask..." "You can ask anything you want Mr. Schiavo." "Well, I want to ask a lot, and maybe we'll talk some more, but... do you see a future for you and Joey?" Bill smiled. "Mr. Schiavo, that's up to Joey. He's young. Like you said, he has a hot head. I've seen it. But he's such a good kid. I call him my angel because well, he is." Mrs Schiavo laughed. "You must have some kind of magic, Bill, because growing up, he was the devil incarnate. OH, the prayers I said!" "Well, maybe we just hit it off. But to answer your question Sir, right now, I'm letting Joey dictate how the relationship goes. If he wants to stay, he's more than welcome. If he finds someone else who turns his heart and head, well, that's the privilege of the young. " Dad paused. "Bill, I guess I was asking something more specific and I just didn't say it. Do you have any plans to marry Joey?" Bill reddened. "Yeah, I do. Just not yet. He's 21 Sir. NO ONE should be getting married when they're 21. Mr Schiavo shook his head. "I agree with you. I wish our family did. There have been a LOT of early marriages and.." They almost never worked out," Mrs. Schiavo added. Mr Schiavo, Mrs. Schiavo, I was married in my 20s. Joey knows it. I didn't tell him, but my nephew did. " He paused. "He told him when Joey was going to propose to me." "OH DEAR. It's the curse.." Mrs Schiavo looked scared. "No, no Mrs. Schiavo, we're breaking the case. My nephew - his name is Nate - he explained it all to Joey so he wouldn't ask, and wouldn't get disappointed when I said no. " Another long pause from Bill. "If he asks again when he's 25, I'll say yes. But not now. Absolutely not." "You have no idea how happy you just made us both Bill" Mr. Schiavo reached out to shake Bill's hand. "I could never take care of him as well as you could, but I'm doing my best." "HEY. If you're doing your best, get a move on old fart. I'm hungry and I want lobster." Bill made a face. "not a cheap date, this one." "ONE DRINK GINA. ONE DRINK. I know you got the fake ID. ONE DRINK. BILL. ONE DRINK"
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On the way to the car , Gina ran up ahead, while Joey stood back a bit with Bill, holding his hand. "What happened back there, Sir? You moved away from me when I wanted to hug you." "Joey, your folks have taken a lot of new information in. Don't rub their noses in it too hard." "You think it would piss them off?" "I think that it could be like a kid at a carnival, angel boy. They get too much sugar, throw up, bad, and never want to go back to the stuff again." He stopped "Listen Joey. I'm hoping we'll be together for a long, long time. I'd like to know that your parents still talk to you, and they like me. Trust me babe. You called me an old fart back there' ' Joey blushed. "it's ok. I am. But I know a lot more than you do. Let me help you play this." "I love you Sir. I love you Bill." "And I love you angel boy Joey. But let's save it for tonight, ok?" xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxx
At the restaurant, they gave Gina the gift certificate... and the handcuffs. "OH MY GOD THANK YOU. " She was talking about the handcuffs. "Damn, if I had had these last week.' "GINNY. ARE YOU?" "Tell you what big brother? I'll tell you if you explain the red marks on your wrist." He blushed and Gina laughed. "Oh, she got you angel boy. She got you GOOD." Did your dad say one drink Gina? Well, let's make it a BIG one. What do you drink? " They closed the place. Bill made Gina text her mom "don't worry. I'm still here with the boys and I'm good." They drove her home and let her out, and she was , well, "happy." "I'm so glad I got to meet you Bill. WAY MORE than the NY tickets - BUT WE'RE GOING. Fratti. " Her nickname for her brother. "OH, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. I'm so happy you found someone. You boys have a good night. Stay up late," she winked to Bill." "I fully intend to," he leered at Joey. "those pants make your ass look so hot." "Gina picked them." "Did you tell her I was an ass man?" Joey laughed "She told me this trip that she's always liked my ass, so she understands why we're together." "Ha ha. If she only knew." They had arrived at the hotel. In such a small town, the hotel was also small: 3 floors, so there wasn't much time for elevator necking. Joey went into the bathroom to just rinse his face, and Bill shucked off his shirt. Joey came up behind him, rested his chin on Bill's neck and wrapped his arm around him. "I don't know if I can tell you how much I love you old man." Bill laughed, and reached behind to run his hand over Joey's cheek. "You know I wouldn't miss being here with you for anything angel boy." He twisted around so he could get his lips on Joey's mouth, and his hands on his ass. He squeezed those cheeks, and as he kissed Joey, the young man began to rev up. "I can't believe it's been what, two whole days without sex with you Sir? And I'm nuts." "Well let's get that taken care of. Dr. Bill at your service. " "No Dr. Bill. Joey boi at yours." Joey dropped down to his knees and started opening Bill's zipper, while Bill realized this was the first time that Joey had called himself a boi." That thought gave a little jolt to the hard on that popped out of his pants, and right into Joey's mouth. "OH YES. So GOOD. Soooooooooooooooooo good." He began to push, and then Joey stopped and released his cock. He looked at him. "I just want you wet Sir. I'm selfish. Please get inside your boi." "Hmmm. Twice," Bill was thinking. Let's see how this plays out. He got Joey onto the bed, on his back , and got those sexy pants off of him. Joey had leaked so much precum his underwear was soaked. As Bill ran his hands, his fingers over Joey's cock, before he found the sweet butt hole, and fingered it. Gently, he took a small fold the skin, and rubbed it between his fingers. "HOLY FUCK SIR. I think there are 2 million nerve endings.." Then Joey fell back on the bed, as Bill laughed. "You think that only college students do research? " Joey couldn't answer. He was in ecstacy. "OH MY. It looks like physical catnip for my big pussycat... " In truth, Joey's whines were sort of like a rusty bike, and Bill could have taken care of that with a gag, but he was much more interested in tasting his boi. He knew that, after the day with his family the travel, the stress, Joey would be tight. There was a fine line between tight and too tight. He began licking to get Joey moist, and ready. "Oh YES SIR. OOOOH. I need every bit of you. Please. More. MORE SIR. " Bill put his middle finger into Joey very, very gently, because Joey's butt was not as loose as sit usually was. Bill began licking at Joey's nipples, and whispering to Joey about what a pretty boy he was, what a sweet, loving partner . It worked. He could feel Joey open up, and he got a second finger in. "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" Joey reacted as Bill's fingers opened him more and more. He looked at Joey. "You ready young man?" "I think so . Yes sir.." Bill's cock was unusually thick, but he began sliding in, little by lttle. Joey winced and Bill stopped. "Too much?" "No Sir. Just unprepared. Forward please. Forward. YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Joey screamed as Bill slid in. "YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ah, he's really, REALLY desperate," Bill thought. "OH, the things I could do..." Instead, he just began the regular sliding that he loved, and Joey did too. "How about your spot, angel boy? Shall I just rub against it. ? "YES.. I mean NO. I mean, I mean. I mean. AYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" All Bill had done was rest his cock against the spot in Joey's canal that he knew was exceptionally sensitive. That was enough. Joey exploded. It was a big one. Bill watched, smiling, just standing still. "My old faithful angel boy," he said, and then started bringing himself to climax. He slid and retreated, for about 7 minutes, before he was ready. He looked at Joey. "You wanna get filled cupcake." "FILL ME. FILL ME WITH YOUR OLD MAN JUICE YOU SEXY FUCKER." "Thank God there aren't too many people here," he thought, as he climaxed inside his boi. He had to think about that. Yes, he had called Joey his "angel boy," but that was a nickname. Joey seemed to have moved to a new place. Bill wasn't sure Joey understood fully what that place was. He'd talk to him tomorrow. For now, though, it was time for sleep. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxx Joey was talking in his sleep that night. He wasn't making much sense, and Bill only heard the odd word or two, but it was clear that he was trying to figure out some things.
"I'll bring it up on the way home. Unless he does. Sweet kid. So much: marriage, coming out, family, new job. Goodness. Thank God he's strong." Bill gave a quick bit of thinking to what they had to do the next morning, a typical Italian American Sunday. Gina's family birthday party was part of the Sunday dinner, and they were expected at one. He knew Joey would never last until one without food, and he had looked at the hotel's offerings. "First thing. Find out where to get some breakfast. Second thing, get this stud dressed. And then pack up the car so we can make a quick getaway. All set." He felt Joey's stirrings. He did his "usual" morning ritual: grabbing his pillow, burying his head in it, and curling up so he didn't have to get up. "Angel boy, your family is waiting. We gotta get a move on." It didn't do the trick. "Hmmm. " Bill thought. "You know, it always works when I tickle his feet." He slid down, held Joey's ankles under his arm, and said "one last chance, sweetie." When Joey didn't move, he got to work on his soles. Joey laughed, and squirmed, and then yelled. "CUT IT OUT GODDAMN IT." THAT caught Bill by surprise. He had never heard Joey speak like that. SOMETHING was going on. He didn't know what. He decided to try something that he had never done before. He didn't know if it would work, but... He stood up in front of Joey, his robe opened and his cock out. Then he used the deepest voice he could muster. "BOI, YOUR DADDY IS STANDING HERE, WAITING FOR HIS COCK TO BE SERVICED AND YOU'RE LATE, SHIT STUD. NOW YOU GET OUT OF THAT GODDAMNED BED, YOU GET ON THIS COCK, AND YOU GET IT GOING REAL GOOD, OR YOU'RE GONNA WISH YOU WEREN'T SITTING ON THE RIDE HOME." Joey JUMPED out of bed, wide eyed, and ready. "YES SIR. SORRY. I forgot my place. "IT'S AT MY FEET. NOW GET THAT MOUTH ON MY COCK." "YES SIR." Truth was, Bill really didn't want a blow job right then, but all this talk from Joey about being a boi, and his muttering last night. There was some kind of transformation going on, and he had to investigate. But NOW, they had to get to the Schiavo house. He pulled Joey back from his cock by pulling his hair HARD. "CAN'T EVEN GIVE A DECENT BLOW JOB. YOU BETTER AT LEAST NOT EMBARRASS ME AT THIS PARTY." "Yes sir. I promise. I'll behave." "GET YOUR WORTHLESS ASS IN THE SHOWER. GET CLEANED UP PIG. " Joey ran off, getting a spanking from Bill as he went. "WHAT was going on? Bill took a breath. That was not completely out of character for him, but it was, a little. He didn't know if he could keep that up, if that's what Joey wanted now."
Thirty minutes later, Joey came out into the living area of their suite. "Do you approve of this , Sir?" He was wearing a striped shirt, a red tie, nice pants, and his blue blazer. Bill liked him better casual, but didn't he look like the flower of young Italian American manhood." "Joey, you are a STUD. You look PERFECT." Thank you Sir. You're spiffed too." Bill had put on a cream colored shirt, an orange bow tie, his tweed jacket, and gray pants. "Let's go babe. The party'll be fun, but... if we get home soon enough, maybe we can get on the road soon enough to get home tonight."
If you've been to an Italian American Sunday dinner, you have some idea what it was like. Combine that with the only daughter's 16th birthday, with her gay brother and his lover there, and you can maybe imagine the scene. Mrs. Schiavo wanted to dance the tarantella, and her husband was refusing. Bill to the rescue. He put off his jacket, and he smiled. "OH, it's the SICLIAN tarantella... " And off he went. He even did a solo where he spent a lot of time, hopping around on one foot, his leg stretched out in front of him. "You chose well, Joey," Gina whispered to him. "Sis, he chose ME. I'm the lucky one." As the dance ended, Bill took off his bow tie, and he draped it over Joey's neck. "What does that mean?" "It means now it's YOUR turn to get up and dance with your mom." Joey gave him a dirty look, but got up and did the best he could. Then, Mrs. Schiavo took off the scarf around her neck, and draped it around Gina. The brother and sister danced, until the music stopped, and they collapsed like giggling kids, or squealing puppies. Bill looked at the two of them. "I gotta get her out of this town," he thought," as the brother and sister hugged each other.
He and Joey decided to make a break for it: it was still daylight, at least for another two hours, and they could get started. Yes, they were sweaty, and yes, they should change, but just throwing off the jackets and ties, changing shoes, and they were ready. After they were on the road, and away from the town - about 15 minutes - Bill raised the subject. "Giusepp' I think we have some things to talk about. You have things on your mind, and you're not asking them. How's about spilling the beans? " "I'd rather you tickled them out of me Sir." "Well, I would too, but this stuff seems more important. It's just us, it's quiet. Let me know: what's on your mind." Joey took a deep breath. "Well, first one isn't really related to the others, so I'll ask it first: Bill, will you EVER marry me?" Bill smiled. "You know Joey, if you were 25, I'd be showing off the ring, and bragging to everyone how I was gonna have the handsomest husband who ever walked the face of the earth. I'd be out with Gina, picking out her maid of honor dress, we'd be picking the menu, and NO ONE would forget that wedding. " He sighed. "But you're not. You're too young to get married. " He saw Joey's look. "I tell you what, angel boy. How about, I wear your ring, so everyone knows I'm spoken for. Then, let's revisit this. We'll consider it a promise to get engaged." "I like that Sir. I really do. When we get home, will you let me get down on one knee?" "Well, you usually get down on two, but.." "NOW who's the pig?" "Ha ha. Of course we'll do it that way . If you want photos, Nate'll take them. "No Sir. I wanna do it when it's just us around." "OH JOEY. You are a hopeless romantic. SURE." "We can do a second set after the fact, but I want the real thing to be just us." Bill moved his hand and covered Joey. "I get it. I really do." "Now Joey, you're bothered by something, I know you are. What is it." "Well, Sir.. , I've been wondering: when I came by that first time, what did you expect? What if I had said "I'm not into this." "Awww, Joey. You're sweet. Let me tell you. Older guys like me, well, we don't get looked at by the guys we like. I've always liked younger ones, but the guys who are interested always seem to be, well, whores, or users, or folks who just need a place to sleep. So I went to someone who actually specializes in matching older guys, with college kids who may need a little help. Some are kids who just got in trouble with the law and need a fine to disappear, or need a bit of money to cover their expenses, and those are really almost one night stands. I had given Randy a really high bar. I told him I was looking for a commitment from someone who was honest, and I could count on. " Another pause from Bill. "Well, he told me that might be difficult, and it was. He looked for over six months before he sent me your picture." Bill smiled. "Oh, that picture: the faded jeans, the shirt too tight, the athletic jacket. I thought 'he's trying too hard, but it works.' I looked into your eyes. They're honest. I can always tell when something's going on in your head Joey, because your eyes show it." "Geez, I gotta get shades now. So I showed up, and ... well." "OH JOEY. You were so bloody nervous. I was wondering if I was gonna have to put you in the shower and have you clean off after you'd shit yourself." Joey blushed. "Was it that bad?" Bill laughed. "It was worse. You ever hear about how sometimes birds, or mice, yeah mice are better, they get so scared, their hearts beat so fast they burst and they die?" "I think I did hear that Sir. Gina had a hamster once, and I think that happened." "Well, I was afraid that was gonna happen. I knew you were a virgin, and I knew what I wanted, so.." "So you didn't say anything about sex that first night Sir. I remember. You just asked me to sleep with you, and you held me." "That's right. I wanted you to feel safe. " "What would've happened if I left, Sir? I had the chance." "Yes, yes you did. And you still do. For me, it was a financial risk. The deal was simple : if you left in the first two weeks, I owed nothing. After that, I'd pay your fall tuition. And then, when it looked like this was working, and you wanted to stay, I paid the spring. And now, for this year too. Yes, it's a risk, but angel boy, what isn't?" "Wow. I didn't know any of this was going on." "You had enough on your own mind Joey. Here you were, in the house of this old queen, you trying to figure out if you liked boys or girls, I didn't want to put more on your plate. " Bill began to get a little moist eyed. "And now, you want to marry me. Joey, I did NOT see this. I thought you'd be with me for maybe 6 months and move on. I couldn't believe my luck." "I can't believe mine Sir. And I want to be with you forever. I feel so safe with you. So cared for. So, so... I don't know if this explains it, but ok... when I go out with Nate, guys check me out. I get woofed. I get whistled. I look at guys too, and I smile. And Nate is always asking me if I like this one or that one. And I do: I think they're hot, or cute, or studs... " Now Joey was tearing up. "But then I think about coming home to you Sir, and that's all I want. " ' "Awww, Joey. You make me feel so good. Now, tell me what's going on with you about this boi stuff, and that." "Yeah, ok. This weekend, Gina asked me if I were your boi. I didn't know what she meant. " "Well, a lot of people have a lot of thoughts on it, but this is what I think it is." Bill talked about Dom and sub. Joey already knew about Bottom and Top of course, but when they came to "boi," Bill explained. "Now to me, if you're a boi, you have a Daddy, which would make me your Daddy. So you have a Daddy and a Father." Joey smiled. "I guess I do Sir." "But Joey... the relationship between a Daddy and a boi is very different. I think you're getting it a bit. It means more discipline, more orders, a lifestyle much more - let's say 'rigorous' than you've had. Let me give you an example. Let's say you want to take a seminar this semester that meets at 2. But 2 is when you're supposed to do the laundry. What happens?" Joey paused. "I guess it means I do the laundry, Sir, and give up the seminar." "THAT'S RIGHT. So, this is what I'm going to propose. You want to be my boi, don't you?" "OH YES SIR. If you led me around the house on a leash all the time, buck naked, I'd be in bliss." "Ha ha. Well, we're going to ease into this, ok? A little at a time. I've had bois before, and I know a bit about their care and feeding." "Lots of sausage Sir?" Joey laughed "And smoothies. So, after we get settled in get some sleep, we'll start boi training on Monday. Ok with you?" "Does it matter Sir? "Ha ha! Touche' joey, touche'. No, it doesn't. Oh, look, the house is right up ahead. And there's Nate. Looks like he has a guest. "OH SHIT.." Joey said "Something wrong?" "Uh, I know the guy. He's on the gymnastics team." As they pulled up, Nate came over with the guy. "HEY, Welcome back! He gave them both kisses. "How was the mother of all birthdays?" "Wondeful Nate, Just wonderful. Joey's family is amazing. So, how about introducing me to this young man, who's carrying more bags than he should. "Oh, Gun, this is Carlos. We've been dating on and off for a few weeks, and, well... he smiled. "Can he stay?" "HEY JOEY. I didn't expect to see you here. " Carlos had a big smile. "Oh, you guys know each other?" Nate asked. "We were teammates. I was second string, he was a first stringer. You still competing, Carlos?" "Sticking to just a few events now. Vault, pommel, some high bar, but that's it." "Well, I'd love to be able to catch up. Maybe at dinner tomorrow? " "Sounds good Gunc. Sleep well. " Bill saw the look on Joey's face. As they went to the bedroom, he sat Joey down. He put his arm around him. "Remember what I told you in the car boi? Now, many Daddies feel they can have as many bois as they like. I don't agree. I want ONE. And that one is... YOU." He tickled Joey under the arm. "Now you better get yourself undressed, and in that bed, and ready for your Daddy to get whatever he wants. Joey smiled uneasily. He wasn't convinced. "Your boi is here to serve you Sir."