Italian
For Dinner
by Casper
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His name was Vincenzo Borricolli and I met him at The Espresso One
Coffee Bar on Santa Monica Blvd. in Los Angeles.
It was a perfectly innocent evening out. Like me he had recently
moved to L.A. from Bensonhurst New York. We even made a date to
go to an Art's Exhibition at the Norton Simon Museum in Pasadena.
He arrived very late and didn't like the show, a mixed media art
piece. He said it was pretentious. He then talked about his paintings
and murals, which I never had the opportunity to see.
He was even more beautiful than I remembered. You just couldn’t
miss his tanned skin and his well-developed body. He was dressed
the exact same way as when I last saw him. There was just something
about this beautiful, swarthy young man. He looked up, the shocks
of his glossy black hair hanging down in his eyes. But his feet
were a mystery--hidden as they were in tight black leather dress
shoes. This was pure torture for a foot fetishist like myself. I
had to see them.
I had to have them.
I had to have him.
This twenty-five year-old was married with four kids, but I had
to have him.
So one evening in the following month, the Borricolli family trooped
back into the house after a night out at the movies and dinner.
As they walked in, they suddenly felt tired and sleepy.
" My goodness...I had no idea I was so tired!" yawned
Maddalena Borricolli, stretching her supple arms. Suddenly she collapsed
to the floor.
" Maddie!" Vincenzo cried out in alarm as he rushed to
his wife’s side just before he too was rendered unconscious
by the odorless gas wafting through the house. Each of the two younger
children was slowly lying down on the floor, ready to fall asleep.
The oldest one fought it, staggering over to the stairs before succumbing
to the darkness. That's when my friends and I re-entered the house
fifteen minutes later, to the sound of snoring. We wore gas masks
and looked around for our specific target. My buddy gave a shout
as he spotted Vincenzo near the kitchen. I joined him as we gathered
around the innocently sleeping young man ... and both of us were
smiling.
" He really is gorgeous, Giorgio ...your girlfriends may need
flea-collars, but you've got excellent taste in men." My buddy
Leon said, practically licking his lips at the sight of the unconscious
Vincenzo. He leaned over to pick up the snoozing stud and carried
him out to by van, the velvety black night covering our actions.
We dragged him from the van once we reached our destination, all
the while I was arguing with Leon about how careful we should be
about sneaking our captive into my apartment.
In the end I had to agree with Leon though. If anyone came along
right now it would look pretty bad what with the two of us half
dragging unconscious young man. We had to the top of the stairwell
and this time Leon reached out to open the door leading into the
corridor. By this time, Vincenzo was almost unconscious again. Leon
and I were totally supporting his weight and both feet just drug
along the floor.
We finally reached my door. Leon supported most of Vincenzo's weight
while I fumbled for my keys. Finding them at last, I unlocked and
opened my door. We dragged Vincenzo into my apartment and laid him
on my sofa. I carefully grabbed both his ankles and lifted both
feet up on to the couch.
Vincenzo was just beginning to come to. When he realized what was
happening he actually gave a wry smile and said, “I knew it
… I knew I wasn’t imagining that you were staring at
my feet.”
I was speechless.
Vincenzo yawned. Then he drowsily said, “Well? What are you
… you … waiting for? Go … ahead …you’ve
gone too far to stop now …”
And the handsome young man fell back into the land of dreams.
I sat down, and put his feet in my lap. With anxious fingers I finally
got the leather dress shoes unlaced and I pulled them off his feet-the
wonderfully damp and smelly black dress socks following. At last,
two tanned naked feet. Beautiful feet. I caressed my hands over
one as I prop it on the leg of the sofa. I brought the other to
my mouth and tasted his big toe. My tongue flicks over the nail
and under the pad. I slipped my tongue between all five sweaty digits
and the unconscious young man giggled. Without waking up he actually
arched off the sofa, his body trembling as I wriggle my tongue between
his sweet, tanned toes.
Then I licked the soles of his feet, tasting the sweat and inhaling
the fragrance of leather. I took each of his toes into my mouth
and gently sucked. I even rolled up his pant legs and moved my tongue
along his calves and back down to his feet and toes. But since he
continued to sleep contentedly, my boldness intensified and I opened
his fly. His cock very hairy balls lay before me now. I slipped
from under his feet and knelt over him, taking his soft cock into
my hot mouth. It grew quickly into its hard seven inches and I sucked
like mad. I freed my own dick from my trousers as I did so and continued
my deep sucking. I felt Vincenzo's balls begin to twitch and tighten
and I knew that he was about to let it all blow. I sucked him deep
as he shot his hot load into the back of my throat.
I jerked myself off over Vincenzo's beautiful feet before I got
up to let Leon have his way with our handsome captive.
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