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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
6,455
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Recommended:
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This is a work of fiction about oral & anal sex between men and boys, aged 10-16. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coinc
Chapter 17 Start of Part 2
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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Part 2
Chapter 17
Philip Maggio was only eight when his mother skipped to Florida with another man. He, his father and sister moved in with his grandparents in Oakville, and Nonno and Nonna pretty much raised the two children. They referred to his mom as the Stronza, and always said it with a sneer.
Nonno took Philip for long walks and taught him the important lessons he learned from his own Papa back in Sicily. Nonno was a ciabattino, a cobbler, who took great pride in his work. He'd hand Philip a pair of shoes he'd just resoled and tell him to feel the leather, even smell it. The Italians made the best shoes in the whole world, he insisted, and his store in Oakville only carried the best.
Unfortunately, by the time Philip grew up, all the merchandise, mostly running shoes now, was made in China. Nonno couldn't bear it any longer and turned the business over to his grandson. "There's no pride in handwork no more. No one ever brings their shoes in for repair. They just throw them away. You be sure to tell your sons how it used to be, Filippo."
"I will, Nonno," he promised, even though he knew he would never get married. In college, he finally stopped denying his feelings and admitted he was "omosessuale," but he never told Nonno and Nonna. He did, however, proudly keep his grandfather's leather working tools, and became quite skilled in using them. He made belts and slippers and gave Nonna a handmade purse one Christmas.
His other hobby was archery. Nonno had taught him a few basics as a child, and Oakville High School had an archery team that competed throughout the state. There was a local Archery Club that owned about eighty acres a half hour north of town where members could practice their skill on weekends. That's where Philip Maggio met Jason.
Jason Conrad was five years younger than Philip, which is why they didn't know each other in High School, although Jason's coach once spoke of Philip's reputation with a bow. They were in bed together at the time. Jason knew even in Junior High he was gay, so when his teacher came on to him, he was flattered. He spent many nights at Coach's, who for his part preferred tits and a cunt, but didn't mind taking a fresh teenage boy ass now and then. Coach told Jason he suspected Philip was gay also, but back then boys didn't admit that.
So, years later, when Jason met Philip one day at the Archery Club, he asked him flat out, "Are you gay?" Philip had just taken aim, and was so startled by the question, he missed the target by yards. "Sorry, I should know better than to talk when a guy is shooting."
"Yeah, Kid. We're not going to count that shot. But, to answer your question, yes, I'm gay, what's it to you?"
The two spent the occasional night together, and while the chemistry wasn't there to be partners, they became good friends. When Philip inherited Nonno's house, Jason helped him remodel it, ripping out walls, laying new floors, redoing the kitchen.
"How do you like your job, Kid?" Philip knew Jason worked for the county Boy Scout council.
"Hate it. I can't stand their homophobia. Some days I just want to scream."
"Why don't you quit?"
"Hell, I gotta pay the rent! I got a college loan to pay off. My old car always needs something. I thought I was lucky to land that job. I don't know who else would hire me."
"Don't put yourself down, Kid. You've got a lot of talent. Hell, you should put an ad in the Oakville Gazette, that you do home repairs. You'd get a ton of business." Philip took his advice, and sure enough, he was soon so busy building additions to houses that he could quit the Council. In a few years, he was running a thriving home construction business, with four employees. Every time he met Philip out on the range, he had to thank him again. And some times, he expressed his gratitude with a blow job.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 2
Chapter 17
Philip Maggio was only eight when his mother skipped to Florida with another man. He, his father and sister moved in with his grandparents in Oakville, and Nonno and Nonna pretty much raised the two children. They referred to his mom as the Stronza, and always said it with a sneer.
Nonno took Philip for long walks and taught him the important lessons he learned from his own Papa back in Sicily. Nonno was a ciabattino, a cobbler, who took great pride in his work. He'd hand Philip a pair of shoes he'd just resoled and tell him to feel the leather, even smell it. The Italians made the best shoes in the whole world, he insisted, and his store in Oakville only carried the best.
Unfortunately, by the time Philip grew up, all the merchandise, mostly running shoes now, was made in China. Nonno couldn't bear it any longer and turned the business over to his grandson. "There's no pride in handwork no more. No one ever brings their shoes in for repair. They just throw them away. You be sure to tell your sons how it used to be, Filippo."
"I will, Nonno," he promised, even though he knew he would never get married. In college, he finally stopped denying his feelings and admitted he was "omosessuale," but he never told Nonno and Nonna. He did, however, proudly keep his grandfather's leather working tools, and became quite skilled in using them. He made belts and slippers and gave Nonna a handmade purse one Christmas.
His other hobby was archery. Nonno had taught him a few basics as a child, and Oakville High School had an archery team that competed throughout the state. There was a local Archery Club that owned about eighty acres a half hour north of town where members could practice their skill on weekends. That's where Philip Maggio met Jason.
Jason Conrad was five years younger than Philip, which is why they didn't know each other in High School, although Jason's coach once spoke of Philip's reputation with a bow. They were in bed together at the time. Jason knew even in Junior High he was gay, so when his teacher came on to him, he was flattered. He spent many nights at Coach's, who for his part preferred tits and a cunt, but didn't mind taking a fresh teenage boy ass now and then. Coach told Jason he suspected Philip was gay also, but back then boys didn't admit that.
So, years later, when Jason met Philip one day at the Archery Club, he asked him flat out, "Are you gay?" Philip had just taken aim, and was so startled by the question, he missed the target by yards. "Sorry, I should know better than to talk when a guy is shooting."
"Yeah, Kid. We're not going to count that shot. But, to answer your question, yes, I'm gay, what's it to you?"
The two spent the occasional night together, and while the chemistry wasn't there to be partners, they became good friends. When Philip inherited Nonno's house, Jason helped him remodel it, ripping out walls, laying new floors, redoing the kitchen.
"How do you like your job, Kid?" Philip knew Jason worked for the county Boy Scout council.
"Hate it. I can't stand their homophobia. Some days I just want to scream."
"Why don't you quit?"
"Hell, I gotta pay the rent! I got a college loan to pay off. My old car always needs something. I thought I was lucky to land that job. I don't know who else would hire me."
"Don't put yourself down, Kid. You've got a lot of talent. Hell, you should put an ad in the Oakville Gazette, that you do home repairs. You'd get a ton of business." Philip took his advice, and sure enough, he was soon so busy building additions to houses that he could quit the Council. In a few years, he was running a thriving home construction business, with four employees. Every time he met Philip out on the range, he had to thank him again. And some times, he expressed his gratitude with a blow job.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.