Date: Wed, 8 Jun 2011 21:56:12 +0530
From: Rocky Hard <rockhard.storyteller@gmail.com>
Subject: Classico "divano casting" Italiano

Disclaimer

This story is a pure work of fiction and does not make any comment about
the real life facts, sexuality, or the lifestyle of Pier Paolo Pasolini and
Franco merli.
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Classico "divano casting" Italiano
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Early start of the 70's proved to be quite good for Italian film-makers.
"The Godfather" released in 1972 and the wave of Italian charm swooped the
entire world. HOllywood was already getting ready for Godfather II and Al
Pachino was getting ready to be the rising new "Don" of the Box Office.

Ironically, at this time, one Italian film-maker was busy contemplating a
movie based on the exotic aura of the Arabian Nights. It was Pier Paolo
Pasolini... the famous Italian poet and movie-maker, who was critically and
populary acclaimed for his previous ventures, "Teorema" in 1968. He was
also known for his bold depiction of human sexuality. Of cource... he was a
film-maker and plus he was an Italian. Expressing sexuality came naturally
to him.

It was a blazing noon in Rome and Pasolini was being driven by his chauffer
in Pasolini's quite newly bought red Maserati Bora. It was newly launched
model and it looked just marvelous racing through the cobalt black roads of
Rome. Pasolini was seated in the rear seat and was deep into his thoughts.
The film's pre-production was in full swing, most of the cast was
finalized, but he still had not got a perfect face to star as a lead. The
film was a tale of an innocent young 16 year old boy, who embarks on a
journey in search of his slave, who he fell in love with. The movie was
going to be very bold, and nudity and sexuality was a very vital part of
it. He had once told the producer that he wants his lead to be the one, who
has 16 year old's innocence in the 18 year old's body. He never thought the
task was going to be so difficult. Italy was famous for male beauty and
still Pasolini was yet to come across his ideal Nur-E-Din, the lead
character's name in the film.

"Devo fermarsi per il carburante, il signor Pasolini?" His chauffer asked
him whether he wanted to get petrol filled in the car.

"Si" Pasolini made a quick reply.

The chauffer turned the car into the road-side petrol station and parked in
front of the fuel tank. There're not many people around. The fat manager
could be seen from distance, who was sitting behind the glass-wall. The
petrol station attendant came running to the car. The chauffer gave him
instructions and the boy nodded. The astonishment in the boy's eyes could
not be missed. He had an immediate liking for the suave red sports car. He
instantly looked in the car to see who the lucky owner of the car was. The
man looked unfamiliar, but he sure was elegant looking.

"Boy... che ti sbrighi!" The chauffer snapped at the boy, asking him to
hurry up. Until now Pasolini was completely lost in his own thoughts, but
with his chauffer's raised voice he raised his head to look out of the
window. He saw the young and zestful boy, who was pulling the petrol pipe
and was skillfully filling the petrol tank of his car.

"Bellissimo...!" Pasolini whispered unconcsiously. He felt himself lost in
the young boy's charm. He had a really innocent face, Pasolini liked that
boy on that very instant. Pasolini was as well-known for his gay sexuality
as he was for his wonderful choice of partners. As a matter of fact, if the
gossips were to be believed, he was thrown out of his native place many
years back, because he had allgedly "corrupted" a few good-looking boys in
his village. He, himself sported an enticing charm himself. He had a very
positive effect on the person he dealt with, making it quite easier for him
to woo the person he wanted. Moreover, his aura as an intellectual and a
gifted movie maker made his task even easier.

The boy had finished his work. The chauffer came to Pasolini to get the
money he owed to the boy. However, Pasolini called for the boy himself.

"Sie... Komm her." Pasolini said.

The boy came and flashed a beautful smile. Pasolini was awstruck! It was
like hundred lightenings flashed at once.  For a moment he forgot why he
called the boy. He thought this boy was a marvel.

"Qual è il tuo nome?" Pasolini asked the boy his name.

"Franco" the boy replied.

"Franco!" Pasolini could actually hear the boy's innocence.

"Si... Franco Merli."

"Io sono Paolo Pasolini... Ti piace il cinema?" Pasolini introduced himself
and asked the boy whether he had any interest in movies.

"Perché ... Sì." Franco's positive response was quick.

"Ti piacerebbe agire in uno?" Pasolini asked the boy a very vital
question... whether he would like to act.

"Che... me?" Franco asked in surprise. Pasolini could not miss the eager
enthuciasm in Franco's eyes.

"Incontriamoci a questo indirizzo." Pasolini handed Franco his business
card and asked him to visit the address mentioned on it.

Pasolini gestured to his chauffer and asked him to drive off. As the car
started, Pasolini took his head out of the car, looked at Franco, and said,
"E 'un ruolo da protagonista. Da non perdere.", and he drove off.

Franco could not believe what Pasolini said. He just could not understand
why this man was offering him the lead role in his film. He went inside the
station and asked the manager, whether he has heard of Pasolini.

"Pasolini? ... lui è un grande regista. Perché me lo chiedi?" The manager
thought Pasolini was a great director.

"Hhmm...!!!" Franco made up his mind to visit the address.

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As Franco entered the building, the liftman approached him.

"Se sei Franco Merli?" The liftman asked.

"Si" Franco was surprised how this man knew his name?

"Signor Pasolini vi ha chiesto di visitare la sua casa, che si trova a 5
isolati di distanza da questo edificio."  The liftman told him that
Pasolini had asked Franco to visit his house, which was five blocks away
from that building. The liftman handed him a piece of paper, on which the
address was written

"Grazie!" Franco thanked him and left.

As he reached at Pasolini's house, he was highly impressed of the
structure. This was the first time he was going to have a taste of
"richness". He was very excited. He reached the porch and rang the bell. In
couple of moments the door was answered by a very attractive man. He was
elegantly dressed. However, from his demeanor, Franco could guess that he
was a butler.

"Benvenuto Mr. Merli ... avere un seggio. Signor Pasolini vi partecipano in
un attimo." He asked Franco to have a seat and told him that Mr. Pasolini
will attend him in a moment. However, Pasolni appeared at that very instant
at the staircase that led to the first floor of the house. He called Franco
from there.

"Franco ... salire." Pasolini called him up.

"Guido...inviare in alcuni succhi di frutta e snack." Pasolini asked his
butler, Guido, to send in some fruit-juice and snacks.

Franco went up. Pasolini took him in his room. The room was a literal
representation of Italian culture. Franco felt little tensed with this
surrounding affluence. At that moment he also thought, that he, too, could
have all these things if he achieved fame and money.

Guido came and put fruit juice and snacks on the table and left. Pasolini
gestured Franco to help himself with the juice and snacks. A little unsure,
Franco picked up the glass and took a sip of the juice. It was great! He
kept on sipping on it.

"Quindi ... Franco ... Avete qualche esperienza nella recitazione?"
Pasolini asked Franco, whether he had any prior expereince in acting.

"No." Franco said, hoping this wouldn't be a problem.

"Non è un problema" Pasolini confirmed there was no problem.

"Ma si sa ... questo film è un film sperimentale ... Esso comprende un bel
sacco nudità e sesso. Stai bene con questo?" Pasolini told Franco, since it
was an experimental film, it included quite a lot nudity and sex. He wanted
to know whether Franco was ok with it.

"Nudità?... Non ho mai fatto. ma credo che sarà ok." Franco said he had
never done it, but he will be ok.

"Mi piacerebbe sapere come si fa a guardare nel nudo ... in questo
momento." Pasolini said that he would like to see Franco's nude right
now. Listening to this Franco was taken aback, but he got together himself
in an instant. He nodded approvingly. Pasolini gestured him to start.

Franco took a deep breath and got up. He started taking off his clothes one
by one. By the time he was fully naked, Pasolini was fixated on
Franco. Franco was perfect match for Nur-E-Din. He had 16 year old's
innocence and an 18 year old's body. What a body it was. Pasolini had a
special taste for young boys, and he had had many...  but this boy was
something different. It was like... if other boys were fruit juices, Franco
was the exotic wine; if other boys had a clear and pale skin, Franco had
honey-dipped super flawless skin with a mediterranean tan; if other boys
were beautiful, Franco was divine. He was like a dream come true. Pasolini
thought it was going to be difficult to not to taste this boy. He felt if
he did not taste this boy, it would be an insult to Pasolini's
manhood... or his life would be a complete waste! He was a biggie in the
industry, he could afford to take some risks with people. Franco was just a
boy. Nobody knew him... yet! Moreover, he seemed more than willing to get a
part in Pasolini's movie. Pasolini thought he could take a chance.

"Tu sei bella." Pasolini told Franco that he was beautiful. Franco again
flashed that lightening smile. "Oh dio!"  Pasolini exclaimed in his heart.

"Hai una ragazza?" Pasolini asked Franco, whether he had a
girlfriend. Franco smilingly said no.

"Hai un fidanzato?" Pasolini asked him whether he had a boyfreind. Franco
just flashed his smile and sportingly said no.

"Vieni qui..." Pasolini ordered him to come near. Franco obliged.

Pasolini had used the last bit of his guts to control himself, and now he
had to jump in. He held Franco by his hands and softly pulled him closer
and said in a husky voice, "Franco ... Ho intenzione di scegliere per
questo film. Sarete famosi e ricchi ..." He told him that he was going to
select him for the movie and Franco was going to be famous and rich.

"...ma ho bisogno di un favore ... Ti voglio. Voglio fare l'amore con te
..." Pasolini said that he wanted a favour from Franco, by letting him make
love to him. Franco kept looking in Pasolini's eyes... speechless. He did
not try to pull himself out of Pasolini's hold. He did not move even an
inch away from Pasolini. He just kept staring at Pasolini. Pasolini was
lost in Franco's eyes. Man, they were beautiful!

He did not care anymore... enough of caution. He just grabbed Franco,
picked him up, and carried him to the bed.  Franco was still looking
straight into Pasolini's eyes. Motionless... emotionless!

It scared Pasolini. He became uncomfortable. He, unsure, started to move
away from Franco.

His hand was pulled back. He turned and looked back. It was Franco, who was
holding him by his hands. Now his eyes looked vulnurable. At least some
emotion! Pasolini felt better. He came back and sat beside Franco. Franco,
still holding his hands, softly nodded his head approvingly. A frail smile
flashed on his lips. He let Pasolini's hands go and spread his hands beside
his own body and kept waiting for Pasolini to make a move.

Pasolini leaned down and kissed Franco on his lips. They were soft and he
felt Franco's boyish traces of moustache on his clean shaven upper
lip. That turned him on even more. He began kissing Franco more
passionately. He was almost chewing Franco's lips. Franco must be feeling
the pain, but said nothing. He let Pasolini do whatever he wanted to do.

Pasolini kissed Franco for a while, before pulling him out of the bed and
pushing him down his knees. Before Franco could even realize Pasolini
forced his face against his dick. Franco started kissing him on the dick
over his pants.  Pasolini pulled down his zipper, took out his penis and
looked at Franco in a aggressively hungry way. Franco felt even more
vulnerable. Pasolini was quite strong for his lean physique. He was not
sure whether he was gay, but he liked what was happening to him right
now. He took Pasolini's entire dick in his mouth and started sucking on it
like a little toy-boy, while looking helplessly at Pasolini.

Pasolini was driven crazy. He grabbed Franco's hair and rammed his dick
deep inside his mouth and started mouth- fucking him. Franco let Pasolini
do whatever he wanted. His submissive nature was driving Pasolini crazier
moment after moment. Pasolini wished Franco showed some machoness or some
reluctance... or else, Pasolini thought, he was going to be driven
extremely crazy. This happiness was too much! Pasolini didn't know how, but
this 16 year old boy had aroused the monster in him. Pasolini just wanted
to eat him up... like a cucumber!

He held Franco by his hips, and pulled him towards him. Turned him over and
lifted his hips up. He squeezed his butt-cheeks roughly. Franco squealed
like an orgasmic girl. Pasolini spread his butts and exposed the
hole. There was no need to get surprized as Pasolini was already expecting
a tender fresh hole that had never been used. It was classic! Before even
Pasolini could understand, he reflexively knelt down and started eating the
young boy's hole.  He bit Franco on the butts. He squeezed Franco's tight
chest, as if there were boobs. Pasolini was driven so crazy, he did not
know how to vent out his erupting volcanic lust for this boy. Unknowingly,
he started slapping the boy on his butts. Franco was confused, as to why
Pasolini was hitting him. Then he remembered one of his freind telling him
about masochistic sex. He thought this must be it, and let Pasolini do
whatever he was doing.

Pasolini was now finger-fucking Franco. Franco knew what was coming
next. First it was tongue, then came the finger, now in no time he was
going to loose his virginity... to a man! He never thought this would
happen to him, but he had no remorse. Franco, in fact felt, unless a boy is
fucked in his ass by a man, he never looses his virginity.  Technically. A
boy needs to be penetrated in order to "actually" loose his virginity. He
started looking forward to it.

Even though Franco was surprisigly calm... considering it was his first
(and unusual, on top of that) sexual encounter, Pasolini was all confused
and clueless, despite having years of experience and skill in charming
boys. This boy had really challenged his expertise as a boy-charmer! With
this thought he was getting even more and more agitated and consequently
aggressive. It was all being vented out on Franco... and Franco, with his
submissive acts, was forcing Pasolini to be even more aggrrssive. It was
like the most exotic old wine that Pasolini was holding in his hand, but
didn't know how to drink it.

"Va bene ... Questo è tutto!" Pasolini screamed and literally toppled
Franco in air and turned him upside down. Franco was surprized with the
level of ease Pasolini did that. How little he knew, Pasolini was
physically unable to do this, it was his overflowing, aggressive, and
confused lust that did the mighty trick. The boy was too young to know
these issues anyway.

"Mi dispiace per quello che ho intenzione di fare ... ma per favore abbiate
pazienza con me." Pasolini said in a weird apologetic tone that he was
sorry for what he was going to do to Franco. He requested him to bear with
him for a while.  Franco was little scared, but said nothing. The boy had
an incredible power to bear things, Pasolini thought.

He slapped the boy across his face. Franco was taken aback. He started
looking at Pasolini with a horror in his eyes.  Pasolini did not get into
explainations, he striked back again... harder! Franco looked like a sheep
being attacked by a wolf. Now he was getting a taste of sadomasochistic
sex. Pasolini was hitting him again and again. Franco did not know what to
do. He thought may be if he acted like a slave Pasolini would pacify, so he
started showing scared and weepy expressions on his face. He started
begging for forgiveness. He started calling Pasolini "Master". Pasolini
went berserk. The torture continued. In that furious state of mind,
Pasolini made him lie on his stomach and spread his legs.

Pasolini inserted his dick inside Franco in a fraction of second. Franco
forgot he was charming this old man, he forgot he was trying to impress
Pasolini so he could earn the lead role, he forgot everything... and let
out an agonizing yell that spread across Pasolini mansion. Pasolini grabbed
Franco's hair from behind and pushed himself inside even more
brutally. Franco was mooing like a cow in labor. It was inhuman.

Franco did not even realize to beg in words, instead he just kept screaming
like an animal. Pasolini was turned on with his boyish painful screams. It
was a 16 year old, insanely sexy boy, who was getting raped by him. Franco
was giving Pasolini a complete pleasure of raping a 16 year old virgin
boy-ass.

Pasolini could feel Franco's tender interior against his rock-hard
penis. It was like a sharp knief was cutting thru a tender cucumber. He
could feel Franco's despaired internal muscles gripping against him... it
was like a chalid gripping tight on his daddy. He kept on pushing himself
inside, until he could feel Franco's wonderful prostate. He had reached to
the deepest in this boy. Fuck... Fuck... Fuck...!!! It was not going to be
enough or what!

He raped Franco for... like eternity! It took an hour and a half for
Pasolini to start feeling that he was going to shoot the biggest load of
cum in the history of human civilization. The thoguht that he was going to
fill Franco's rectum (and may be intestines) with his cum, made Pasolini
speed up his orgasm. He started fucking Franco like a horse. Franco was
still in pain and was still screaming, but these screams had no life in
them. It was mere meek moaning.

Pasolini could feel an altogether different sensations throughout his
body. He had never felt them before. It was like he was being electrocuted.
This boy was too much for Pasolini. Pasolini wondered, despite being
helpless and powerless, Franco was capable of sending him into a thoughless
void... where Pasolini could feel nothing but unsatiable lust! It
scarry. It was like falling in water and forgetting how to swim!  Yes,
Pasolini was drowning in the vast ocean of Franco's charm.

Pasolini shuddered thunderously... Franco could feel the difference in
Pasolini's motions. He just kept waiting for "what next?"

Finally, Pasolini released... no, no... released is too meek word to
describe... Pasolini "flooded" his gallons of cum inside Franco. Franco
could actually feel his inside vacuum getting filled with cum. The orgasm
was so freaking strong that even cum-overflow was not sufficient to satisfy
it, so Pasolini let out a monstrous scream. The ecstasy that Pasolini felt
was so severe that even after achieving an orgasm, he kept shuddering for
total five minutes. He was till inside Franco. He laid that way for another
half an hour. He just held Franco tight in his arms and kept kissing
him. Franco, forgot all painful rape and felt little better.

After half an hour Pasolini got up like a spring. He was filled with
enthuciasm. This was really a wonder boy. He made Pasolini feel 20 years
younger. He got up, went to the cupboard, took out some papers, came back
to Franco, and asked him to sign the papers

"Contratto!" Pasolini told him it was a contract. "Il nome del vostro
prezzo." He excitedly asked him to name his price.  Franco was thrilled, he
tried to get up, but felt a nasty pain in his ass, in his hips, in his
legs... everywhere. he fell back in the bed.

Pasolini smiled. He sat next to Franco. Franco managed to flash his magical
smile. Pasolini leaned over Franco and kissed him.

"Nur-E-Din...!" Pasolini whispered in Franco's ears.
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