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It was an innocent question, from a young innocent boy. He was only eleven, and had been through an event no child should have to bear – the death of his birth parents – but he was still so innocent. It brought me to an abrupt halt, both physically and mentally, though. It was a thought that had never once crossed my mind, and I couldn’t pinpoint why. “Babbo?” He asked. I nodded that I’d heard him across the island. Bryce had already headed off to school, Nico had left for work, and Aurelio
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I have to admit I was cracking myself up as I wrote that one LOL
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Dating I was reading Small Gods, by Terry Pratchett. I’d managed to somehow miss some of his books, so I wanted to make sure I read them. I saw movement to my right, and, because I’d seen him out of the window to my left, I was unsurprised when my new friend, Nicolo, sat down in the chair opposite. We’d met when he startled the hell out of me about three months ago, in this very café, and I’d drawn on him. He'd been very understanding, and we formed a fast friendship. I’ve had to quell the
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Chapter 20, Bryce's fifteenth birthday. I made a small edit to clarify.
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I sat on his bed, his light snuffling in his sleep the only sound in the room. Alex describes me as gregarious and boisterous, and after looking them up in a dictionary, I would have to agree. It was surprising, then, that I managed consistently to creep into the room without waking him. I did this sporadically, maybe three or four times a month, to watch him sleep a bit and wake. It made my heart flutter, that we’d managed to take a boy abused and hurt, and help raise him into one of the most c
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We didn’t buy Aurelio a lot of clothes and gifts before bringing him back to the US, though we did provide him with enough to be getting on with. It wasn’t us being niggardly, just fashion was different in Italy, and Europe in general, than the US in some ways. Swimsuits are a good example. Board shorts are now more common in Europe, but in the US speedos are still exceptionally rare outside sports. It was one of the larger differences spanning the ocean. Electronics are different as well. The w
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I made an edit to clarify, it's Aurelio who's to be the triathlete. Mio marito drives a blue Silverado 1500, but is still somehow invisible to people, which is why we both have front and back dashcams.
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There were a LOT of details given for this vehicle; much more than I could ever expect for a used SUV from 1996. The gentleman that owned it bought it way upgraded, because he lived in Louisiana at the time, and wanted to be able to take a camper up into the Appalachian mountains. He only drove it once a year, and only for the three years, before the desire faded. After that, he ran it to get an oil change every year regular. This explained the under 10,000 miles on it. He had chosen the huge 7.
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The bed was plain. Just a standard black bedframe, with a dark grey sheet set, with a grey striped pillowcase and comforter. A quick glance around our bedroom would show a simple black and grey decorating scheme. In fact, our whole apartment was plainly furnished. Not every room was black and grey, but it wasn’t pastels, I’ll tell you that much. I pretty much grew up around simple, spartan, furnishings. My parents have always been utilitarian and it most definitely imprinted on me. I never felt
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Gethyn gives his boyfriend a gift on their anniversary.
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Control. We have been married for years, lived together for years, dated for years. Adopted a child, and a second one. Yet, through everything, he managed to maintain control over his emotions. He kept me in check too. Not to stop me from expressing how I was feeling, but making sure my reactions didn’t cause further problems. Several times I wanted to rage and scream and curse. He always managed to keep me calm enough with just a glance, a sign, a touch. I know that his ironclad control ca
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Nicolo called him “Piccolo Oro,” meaning “Little Gold One.” I called him ‘A-gold.’ Bryce occasionally called him “Picobro,” a wierd portmanteau of ‘piccolo’ and ‘bro.’ His name, before the adoption, was Aurelio Mario Pieta. He had latched onto Bryce the first time we took him to Firenze for Christmas, and the next year as soon as we walked through the door he scampered up to Bryce and chattered at him nonstop. Bryce kept up like a champ. Afterward Nicolo asked him about his “
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I woke up, flat on my back, no Nicolo surrounding me. There was a wetness and a roughness against my left nipple though, followed by a stinging pleasurepain. My eyes jerked open as I involuntarily breathed a moan, and I looked down to see Nicolo licking at the nip he clearly just bit. I blinked at him and shivered as he looked up at me, and smiled. “Sei sveglio,” he smirked, and went back to licking my nip. I noticed that I was nude, he’d pulled off my shorts already, and he was as well. On all
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The Lawnmower Boy
Late to the party commented on Late to the party's story chapter in The Lawnmower Boy
I've given hints! There are some wealthy people who do that around here too, but our twenty-five year old snowblower we got used. Runs like a champ with maintenance. As do our other small engines. -
Not sure, but hoping nonetheless, I pulled the bail handle back, and reached forward, gripping the handle on the pull starter. I looked over to the boy, who, smiling wide, bright white teeth showing, neon green hair shining in the sun, nodded knowingly, and gave a sharp tug. The engine on the mower roared to life, and he raised a fist in the air. “SÌ!” He shouted. I smiled and nodded back, clamping the bail handle, so I didn’t need to hold it to let it run. “Adesso lasciamo che il moto
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The crack was extremely loud, but not painful, in the otherwise silent near-wilderness. There was a few seconds pause, then another crack rang out. The volume is why all three of us were wearing hearing protection. I insisted Bryce double up, wearing foam plugs as well as the muffs, because I know that hearing cannot be regained – hearing aids notwithstanding, of course – once lost. A third, fourth, and fifth crack rang out, before Bryce opened the bolt on my Enfield, left it open, and set
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If you take another look at the end of Anniversary, you'll see him hinted at! I Like Em Big also hinted at this, when Bryce is talking about the car near the beginning of the chapter. He won't be making an appearance next posted chapter, but you'll see him soon!
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The day was warm and sunny but a bit cloudy, not too hot or humid. Perfect for washing cars. Nicolo was out with our younger son, looking at lawnmowers at a farm supply store some forty miles further outside the city, but Bryce was here, and I was helping him wash his car, after he had helped wash mine. We were completely soaked. It was inevitable, as we both sprayed and threw soap all over each-other in jest all the while. We’d lost our shirts less than a quarter of the way in of washing mine.
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Bryce’s flexibility was greater than mine, and it showed every time we stretched and did barre together. It needed to be. He was a performer, whereas I did both, stretching and barre that is, so it was something we did together, per his request. I was happy to, of course. It made Bryce happy; it was an exercise I enjoyed; best of all, it helped keep me limber and flexible for sex with Nicolo. It didn’t take long after Bryce and Parker started dating that Parker showed an interest in the ‘be
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Chapter 14, Three Minutes. It was not revealed at the time that it was a kidnapping.
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It was nice, sitting here in the quiet of the day, the area around us almost completely deserted. It was an extremely rare cold late November here in Williamsburg, enough so that a half inch of snow still remained on the landscaping in the Wren Yard. The Wren Yard was the front courtyard of the Wren Building of William and Mary in Williamsburg. Nicolo was sat next to me, as bundled up as I was, this Thanksgiving morning. It was past time that he met my family, and he felt the same. In less than
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Advantage. As loaded a word with connotation both positive and negative as ever there was. I’ve always seen the concept of ‘taking advantage’ to require at the expense of another; an example would be two people engaging in sex where one is beyond drunk and the other sober. I know Nicolo has a different interpretation, in that there doesn’t have to he an expense on one side. Nonno Guiseppe was a Duke, Italian nobility. While the position didn’t have anywhere near the impact, culturally and p
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If I had my druthers I'd drive an '85 Suburban. Hard to find these days though, in good condition that two disabled gays could do the maintenance on it. 🤣
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I’ve always liked big things. I’m sure people think it’s a compensation thing for me, but I’ve never given it much thought, because I’ve never cared. I am who I am and I like what I like. Despite my disability and anomaly, I’ve been lucky enough to be well adjusted. So yeah, it’s obvious I like big things. I married a big Italian hunk. He has a large family. We bought a big house. When we had the pool built, we made it big at 25 meters long and 6 lanes wide. When Nico decided to replace his clun
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La Dolce Vita. It was considered a classic in not just Italian cinema, but internationally. I had never seen it before tonight, and I regretted that. It was very good. The credits rolled as we cuddled on my couch, his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me tight against his chest. It had been only a week since we’d gone to Waterworld, and he’d been much more physical tonight, after I fell asleep on him in the lazy river there. I liked it. It felt… safe, to have him wrapped around me. It
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