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. _______________________________________________________________________________
Classico "divano casting" Italiano _______________________________________________________________________________
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.
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. __________________________________________________________________________