Date: Mon, 11 Jun 2007 14:15:03 -0700
From: Michael Gleich <mgleich@earthlink.net>
Subject: Chronicles of a Cocksucker 9

For a while, I was okay with standing by the road, fooling myself that
Alberto would be put-put-putting down the street and hearing his laugh at
his practical joke. An hour went by, then two and then three. Once in a
while, someone would come by in a small car, scooter or bicycle, but not
the pretty yellow motor scooter that just earlier today was so much fun
zipping around town. I sat down near a rock and watched the sun go down. It
was beautiful, yet I never felt so alone or so scared.
	It became clear that I needed to find someone soon, but whom could
I trust, maybe Drago would help-maybe. With trepidation in my heart of what
might happen to me, I began to walk toward the fishing village, each step
forward brought hope that Alberto would come by soon.
	Up ahead was a dip in the road where a creek found its way to the
sea and where a stone bridge that look very old, crossed over. The deep
croaks from frogs cried out as I walked closer. Because there was no moon
out yet, and no lights from the town, the road became black as pitch. Near
the bridge, I stopped when I heard a noise.
	Now what, I thought. What else could happen, someone or something
might be waiting for me near the bridge. I stopped and thought a moment of
what I could do, or where I could run if attacked. There it was again, a
noise. Something was there near the base of the bridge.
	"Mikie," I heard a voice that sounded somewhat familiar and so glad
whoever it was, knew my name.
	"Who is it?"
	"No so loud, Mikie. It's Donatello."
	"Oh, Donatello, I'm so glad. Where are you?"
	"When you get to the bridge there is a path."
	I walked to the bridge and saw a small path next to it. Using the
stones from the bridge to guide my hand, I followed the dirt path and soon
Donatello greeted me.
	"I'm so glad to see you," I said putting my arms around him and
held him as if he was a life raft. "Alberto disappeared and I went to look
for him, but when I came back to the road his motor scooter was gone."
	Donatello put his finger to his lips, "Mikie, be quiet we're in
danger."
	He took my hand and led me under the bridge and along a narrow path
that followed the creek.
	When we were beyond the bridge and had climbed a knoll above the
creek, Donatello stopped.
	"I know where Alberto is. They have him in a sea cave."
	"A sea cave?"
	"Yes, there is an entrance to the cave just under the water from
where you swam."
	"Who took him?"
	"Drago's friends. They want to ransom him. Papa got a note
delivered to him and he is worried. But I told him, no worry, I know where
they took him."
	"How did you know?"
	"I have friends, they told me of the plan Drago made with his
friends when he saw Alberto was interested in him."
	Donatello fell silent for a moment with his head bowed. He then
looked out to the sea where we could see lights from passing ships. "I
tried to warn Alberto that Drago was no good, but he just thought I was
jealous."
	"Love's blind," I said.
	"He no loves me. I know, but I will always love him."
	We stood there a moment and I put my arm around him, but I could
find no words of consolation.
	"Mikie, I need your help to save him."
	"I'll help, Donatello. What can I do?"
	"There is another entrance to the cave. It is hidden and Drago and
his gang won't expect. You must be small, like us, to fit."
	"I'll do whatever you ask Donatello."
	"You are a true friend Mikie," he then gave me a kiss on my
cheek. "Watch where I step. We must climb up a little ways to the cave."
	I followed him among the rocks and shrubs that hung from the
hillside. I thought, how sad it was that Donatello would risk his life for
someone who didn't love him. I thought too, if I would ever find someone
who would love me that much, and if I did, would I love him?
	The path at first wasn't bad, but as we neared the side of the
mountain, it became steep and very narrow. I could hear rocks fall from
where we stepped and they seemed to fall for quite a ways. When my foot
slipped and made a small landslide with me almost going along with the
falling rocks, Donatello reached and grabbed my hand just in time, pulling
me up.
	"Careful Mikie."
	"Thanks Donatello, I will," I said, making sure I watched where he
stepped. By the time we reached the ledge where the mouth of the cave was,
I was tired and sore. My sandals weren't the best things for climbing, and
I had a small cut on my leg when my foot slipped.
	Donatello pulled back some vines, like pulling back drapes on a
window and exposed the mouth of a cave. He was right, the entrance was
small, and we would have to bend down to enter.
	"Mikie, don't make any noise, because they will hear us. It will
get very dark, so dark you won't see anything. Just keep going and not too
far, we might see some light."
	I watched Donatello get down on his hands and knees and did the
same. I soon found out why, not far into the cave, the opening narrowed
further and it wasn't long before there was nothing I could see, not even
my hand in front of my face.
	If I were able to speak, I would have told Donatello how frightened
I was. All this way to Italy and now I'm in a cave trying to rescue someone
I just met.
	The rocks were wet. I'm glad now that I couldn't see. Afraid of
what might be living in this dank place. The one thing that kept me going
was hearing Donatello in front, the movement of his body, and I made sure I
was close enough to touch the heel of his shoe while crawling through the
cave. What a guy, I thought, to go through all this for someone who doesn't
give a shit.
	Suddenly almost unnoticeably, I began to see light ahead of
Donatello as we crawled along the narrow opening. I also heard voices echo
as if someone was having a party in an alley.
	We crept on and the cave began to widen again, but my fearless
leader stayed on his hands and knees as more light came in. In just a short
while, the cave opened into a chamber and Donatello motioned me to be
quiet. He crawled over to an outcropping of large stalactites in the cave
and hid behind them. Donatello motioned me to look down further in the cave
by pointing, and there I saw Alberto being fucked at both ends.
	Drago was nearby, his massive cock laid across Alberto's chest, it
looked like that beast of his had been in Alberto, it laid there glistening
like a python basking on a rock. Drago was encouraging the others to fuck
Alberto. I couldn't understand the words he used but seeing how the two men
were fucking him, it was apparent what the words were.
	Their captive didn't look to unhappy, he had a hold of his ankles,
bending his legs back while he nursed on a cock buried deep in his
gullet. His eyes were fixed on Drago. He watched him, and when Drago spoke,
Alberto would suck harder or bounce his butt against the cock jammed deep
in his guts.
	Drago walked to the back and put his arm around the man fucking
Alberto in the ass. He then held his dick and fed it in the wet hole
alongside the other cock. That small butt took the whole cock until Drago
couldn't push anymore in, being next to the other man. Each of them piston
fucked the boy's ass, one shoving in as the other pulled out, and the guy
feeding his mouth cock, watched them. He grabbed Alberto's head and started
to fuck his mouth in earnest, mesmerized by the show in front of him. Soon
he clamped his hands tight on the sides of Alberto's head and groaned in a
long low growl as he shot deep in the boy's throat. After he shook for a
minute, his cock spent, he pulled it out and wiped the head off on
Alberto's hair.
	With his mouth full of cum, his head hung over the side while
holding his legs bent backwards. The men fucking his ass had to grab his
thighs to keep him in place while they pistoned fucked his ass. Drago
stopped and pulled the huge cock from the slimy hole and went to where the
boy's mouth hung over the side, letting Alberto lick on it as it swung side
to side.
	The captive, who didn't look tied down, took long licks on the head
when it was near enough for him. The dick dangled in front of the boy's
mouth and face, sometimes lying across his cheek, the head of the great
cock hung below Alberto's head where he couldn't lick. Drago deliberately
swayed the cock to swing sideways or back and forth watching the boy try to
grab it in his cock-sucking mouth. The best he could do was lick it, hoping
when it swung, the head would pass his mouth and he could grab it with his
lips and suck the beast in. But Drago made sure his cock only lingered at
the suck hole. He swayed just enough to pop the fucking head out and swing
free for the kid to try to catch again.
	Drago watched a new guy begin to fuck Alberto's butt. This one
wasn't so old. He had a solid build. Muscles from work at sea, his tan line
cut at the neck and biceps, leaving a body, white as alabaster. He had a
hard leathery face, good looking in that kind of man who is not afraid of a
tough life. The man took his fucking the same way. He shoved his big thick
fucking dick up that small butt in one long deep stroke. Then moved it
around, letting the slippery sides of the boy's rectum sheath his fuck
stick. When he shoved it in the second time, deeper, it looked like you
could see it move in Alberto's gut. The guy pressed against the cheeks of
the boy's ass and ground his cock as deep as he could, reaming that ass
before he pulled out to the tip, pressed down with his hands on the boy's
thighs while Alberto held his legs spread wide and back and fucked the hell
out of that ass. He jackhammered the fuck-hole, slamming his big fucking
meat deep in boy butt.
	Alberto hung on while he tried to grab his prize of dick as it
passed his mouth while he let the huge fucker in back slam him in the ass
all he wanted. It sounded out in the cave's chamber as if he was being
spanked, but it was the slamming of that fuck-stick up his ass, hard and
fast that made the sounds.  Drago picked up Alberto's head in his hands and
fed him his dick. He let it slide passed the lips into the mouth. The head
disappeared and then the shaft went in, Alberto had the cock in his throat
now and still more was working its way down. The fucking he got on the
other end help to push him onto Drago's massive cock. Drago held it a
moment, a few inches still left to feed before he pushed forward and sunk
the cock deep down the boy's throat. You could see the size of Drago's dick
as it moved in and out of Alberto's throat through the thin skin of the
boy's neck. At the other end, the cock bulged the boy's stomach out like an
anaconda snaking its way up his ass.
	Drago said something and the two of them switched, Drago slammed
his dong in that small ass, and the seaman filled the boy's mouth first
with his balls while the cock hung across Alberto's face and neck and then
slid the monster deep down his throat.
	They did this back and forth switching for quite a while with
Alberto holding on to his ankles to spread his ass as his head hung over
the slab of rock.
	Donatello whispered in my ear, "We will wait until they're tired
and see if we can rescue him."
	I nodded that I understood but to me, it looked like Alberto was
enjoying himself as much as they were, and I wondered just how long it
would take them to tire, or if Alberto would want to be rescued.
	The rough seaman came, filling Alberto's mouth with jizm and
another took his place. Drago was drinking wine with his friends, making
comments about the action while someone fucked Alberto in the ass. And poor
Alberto was slick and shiny from the sweat and semen that dripped off the
dicks and bodies of the fishermen.
	When I looked around, it was obvious that the cave must have been
known to the villagers for some time. Nets hung here and there with onions,
potatoes, and garlic. Dried fish and cheese were stacked away, as well as
cases of wine. There were enough provisions stocked in the cave that the
village could live very well for quite some time if needed.
	I was drowsy from the long day and kept nodding off. It must have
been well past midnight by now. Donatello kept his vigil, watching the
activities for a sign that he could take advantage of, and so I motioned
him that I wanted to nap. He was so nice to take off his jacket and bundle
it up so I could use it as a pillow. It wasn't long before my eyes closed
and I was fast asleep.
	The next thing I remembered was Donatello shaking me awake, his
finger held to his lips when he saw my eyes opened.
	"The men are sleeping, Mikie," Donatello whispered.
	I looked and saw indeed they were and so was Alberto, splayed on
the rock, his little ass dripping cum. Someone had thrown a burlap bag for
a blanket, but he used most of it for a pillow, leaving his ass exposed and
spread, dripping semen from the swollen ass lips. He kept his legs spread,
probably in case someone would wake to fuck him.
	Donatello motioned me to follow him and we slipped, as quietly as
we could, toward Alberto. I looked over at Drago and his men. They were
drunk from the wine and sex. Drago was naked, asleep against a barrel of
wine. He looked like a Roman God, his muscled torso glistened in the torch
light with his enormous cock satiated and laying across his thigh with cum
dripping like nectar from the engorged dick-slit.
	Donatello shook Alberto who spread his legs wider for a fucking
before he realized who it was. Donatello put his hand on Alberto's mouth in
case he might say something and wake the men. He motioned for Alberto to
get up and we could see when the boy tried to stand that he was weak from
all the fucking he took throughout the night, so we got on each side of him
and supported his lithe body, and quietly walked him to where we had hid.
	I looked back and the men were still asleep. We motioned Alberto to
follow us to the opening of the small entrance to the cave but he was too
weak, so I went back and got the burlap rag he had for a pillow. For a
moment, when I went to pick the burlap up, wet with cum and sweat, one of
the men moved and scratched his balls. I held still, hoping he wouldn't
awaken and see me. Slowly I reached and snatched the filthy thing to take
back as quickly as I could.
	Donatello went into the entrance first and I placed the burlap bag
down and put Alberto on it, using the burlap as a sled to pull him through
the opening. Donatello, crawling backwards, would pull on the burlap that
carried Alberto while I lifted the other end to ease his burden as we
inched our way through the small opening that we entered earlier.
	It seemed to take forever because moving Alberto, although he
didn't way much, was still difficult to do in the small space we had. I had
just about given up on us ever reaching the end, especially since there was
no light at all for us to see and track how far we have gone. Just as I was
about to ask Donatello if we could take a break, I saw him stand and pull
the burlap with Alberto on it out of the cave. I crawled out as well and
with great relief, looked at the night sky. The sun was just beginning to
light up the east, but the great orb had yet to break over the horizon.
	Alberto smiled at us, thanking Donatello and me. He started to cry
and said Drago threatened to cut off his ears to show his father he meant
business if he didn't come up with the ransom. The only reason he didn't,
Alberto said, was that he wanted to use his ears to skull fuck him. But if
the money wasn't soon delivered, he would send him the ears and then poor
Alberto's balls, since they were useless on a cum-sucking-whore.
	"Oh, Mikie it was awful," he explained.  And as he told us what
happened, I noted that his dick hardened now and then.
	"We know, Alberto. Donatello rescued you and me, he is a very brave
man," I said breaking into Alberto's story. "We watched, hidden from view
how they treated you."
	Donatello grabbed Alberto's hand. "We must hurry, my papa has a car
not far from here, but we must leave now."
	With the sun rising, the light gave a much clearer picture and I
could see a car parked along a dirt road not too far away. The large men in
the cave wouldn't be able to follow us through the small opening very well
and would have to go through the opening at the sea before they could catch
us.
	Donatello's father greeted us and placed warm blankets around our
shoulders. He then poured out of a thermos, a cup of coffee for each of us
before driving away.
	It was quite a celebration. The car pulled in and we were greeted
by the family and the people who worked for them. Everyone poured out into
the courtyard with neighbors coming over as well.
	Alberto's papa stood and held my hand up saying I was a hero for
rescuing his boy.
	"No!" I said over the noise of the cheering. "Not me. I'm not the
hero."
	The crowd grew quiet and I reached behind Papa and pulled little
Donatello out to face the crowd. Then I raised Donatello's hand in
mine. "Here is the hero. He is the one that saved Alberto and saved me. He
is the hero."
	The crowd grew restless and finally Alberto rose and said it was
true. That Donatello and his family saved them.
	The crowd gathered around Donatello and pulled him up on their
shoulders to carry him around, praising him. The boy grew a smile from ear
to ear. He thanked them and looked for Alberto, saying, "Alberto, he was so
brave to fight the attacks of Drago and his men. He survived through
cunning and wit until we were able to rescue him.
	Alberto looked up at his hero, and I saw devotion in his eyes. He
reached for Donatello and the crowd gathered the two on their shoulders and
paraded them around shouting how brave the boys were against the sinister
criminals who were much bigger and stronger.
	I gave up my bed with Alberto for a bedroom of my own that night,
and the household let the new lovers sleep in. They were so beautiful
together in the morning, walking in the garden that Donatello planted. And
Mama made such a wonderful dinner that night, inviting everyone to attend
and bless the two boys with happiness and prosperity. Papa told me that
Drago was warned to stay away or bad things might happen to him. A threat
by such an old and established family is taken very serious in Italy.
 	For me, I still had some time left before flying back to America,
thinking it would be a good time to leave Alberto and Donatello to get and
know each other while I saw more of this wonderful country, especially the
men.