The Shocker
By scass3254@aol.com
Angelo Mastroni caught snatches of his mother's phone conversation as he sat in the kitchen staring out the window at the garden that his father so lovingly tended. He looked at the arbor succulent with grapes and knew that this would be the last of them. Angelo was trying hard to keep up the garden since his father's death six weeks ago; but the truth was that he had a black thumb. Angelo was good around engines and building and rebuilding car and motorcycle engines was his specialty. He had his own shop and was getting a reputation for designing and building choppers.
"That was your aunt Marie," his mother said as she began to prepare dinner. "She wanted to know when you're going to get married." The way she said it made Angelo suspect there was more to the conversation from the tone and expression on his mother's face. She fidgeted nervously and her voice took on a brittle edge that made his suspect that she was upset.
"Doesn't she have anything better to do with her time then to worry about me being married?" He said annoyed at his mother for listening to his Aunt Marie who liked to mix in everybody's business. "Does she want me to be like her son Anthony who's been married three times and now doing time? Or her tramp daughter that has slept with half of New Haven?"
Annette Mastroni fixed the bun in her hair now gray and tied an apron around her waist. He had never known his mother to go to a beauty parlor and she had worn the same hairstyle since he was a kid. Now she was in black from head to toe, in her "widow's weaves" and for the rest of her life would wear black out of a sense of duty and honor to her late husband Dominic. Angelo shook his head. His parents hardly spoke and if they weren't Catholic would have divorced years ago. Now, that his father was dead, he had become larger then life and their bedroom had become a shrine to him with pictures and votive candles covering the dresser top so his mother never had to dust there anymore.
"Your aunt doesn't mean any harm. She's worried that you're getting older and wondering why a handsome man like yourself isn't married." Her large blue eyes filled with tears. "I want you married with children. Isn't that what any loving mother wants for her boy?"
Angelo was thirty-five and movie star handsome with high cheekbones and chiseled features. He stood over six feet tall and had black hair and azure blue eyes that smoldered. His mother looked at him sitting there without his shirt on, the gold cross around his neck that she had given to him when he was confirmed shinning against his bronzed, muscular chest.
"You're a beautiful boy and I want you to be happy. Since your father's death, I cry myself to sleep wondering why you're not married and happy."
"I'm happy mom. What else did Marie have to say? She always has lots to say and most of it about me and much of it nasty."
"We talked about the family, that's all. You know that your uncle Albert has to have bypass surgery and that aunt Antoinette has a dropped bladder. Nothing special."
"I bet Marie had lots more to say." She may be Dad's sister but she is a bitch. Angelo looked at his mother who put on an apron and had the sauce simmering and water boiling and ready to put the pasta in. "What did she really say? Spill it. You've been like a nervous bird since you finished that phone conversation.
His mother's eyes welled with tears. She sobbed as she spoke. "She said that you were a homosexual. She said she heard it from Dominick's ex-wife who was told by her uncle Sal who told it to Uncle Vito. I told her it wasn't true." She turned and faced Angelo. "Are you?" She rubbed her tearing eyes with a dishtowel. "I have to know."
Angelo hadn't expected the conversation to turn this way and looked at his mother who stood hovering over him.
"Would you love me any less if I was? Wouldn't I be the same person?"
"Oh, my God," she cried out and crossed herself. It was the same shriek when she learned that her husband was dead. "Then it's true. You are one. Thank God your father isn't alive to hear this conversation." She flopped down in a chair and began to sob. "What crime have I committed to deserve this? What sins have I been guilty of against our Lord that my son is a homo. Please tell me it's a joke. I beg of you please."
"No, mom. It's true. I've been one since I was a young boy."
"But all the girls you dated. You were engaged four times. Most of them I didn't like."
"It was all lies. I dated women but have always been gay. I'm sorry if I'm hurting you but I think that the time for truth is here? I've been meaning to tell you for a long time but when dad got sick, I decided to wait. Marie changed all that."
"What will the family say? How will they react? What will Father Iovane think? You were an altar boy." She crossed herself and kissed the large cross she wore around her neck. "How can I face anybody with them knowing that you're a queer."
"Is that all that you care about?" Angelo raised his voice, something that he had never done with his mother. "Is it that important what people think? What your family and the priest thinks. I know it's a shock but if you want me to be happy, as you claim, then love me for whom and what I am. Don't be like Marie and the rest of the old gossipers who condemn someone because they're different. That's the reason why I never told you. I knew that you couldn't handle it and I was right."
"Right. You talk about right when you just broke my heart. A lot you care. The son of a made man and his son is a homo. If your father was alive this conversation wouldn't be taking place."
Angelo laughed. "I think you gave the old man less credit then he deserved. I think he knew that I was and as long as I didn't embarrass him, he never said a word. Funny, but I believe he was proud of me and so should you for what I've accomplished. I have never embarrassed the family."
"How can I face the world knowing that my only son is a fag?" How can I go to the grocer, butcher and make novenas with people looking, whispering, laughing that my son is a faggot? To you, it's nothing, to me it's my world and I live in it." The words were spewed with venom and Angelo was shocked.
"I'm glad to know how you feel. I think it's best for both of us if I move out of the house and find my own lodging. I wouldn't want to embarrass you and Marie and the ladies at the bingo parlor. I'll be out of here tonight. I'll be more comfortable in the shop knowing how you feel and what you now think about me."
"It can't be true. Please tell me that you're not going. Oh, God, what have I done. I don't want you to leave."
"It's no good mom. You'll look at me and think that I'm a faggot or queer, as Marie would say and cry. It's best for both of us. Mom, I didn't want to hurt you, but I have to live my life for me. Maybe in time you will feel differently and so will I. But right now I have to go."
"So that's why you run to New York every week so you can be with the bums and scum." She tried to fight back the anger but it spilled from her lips.
"Enough! I go to New York because I've met someone that makes me happy. Are you satisfied?" I wish I could be straight and have a wife and children but I can't. It would be so much easier." With that Angelo walked out of the house. He walked the streets of town and headed for his shop. He knew that this day would one day come to pass but wanted to be the one to tell her and not her hear it from Marie. Angelo knew that his mother was a deeply religious person and could never reconcile his gay lifestyle. Paul where are you when I need you. Paul who made him feel loved and wanted. In Paul's arms he was happy but at this moment he felt cheap and dirty. He had hurt his mother but knew of no other way to handle it. She would be on the phone with his sister Madeline or Maddy as he had called her and who knew whom else. Tomorrow, all of New Haven would know that he was a homosexual.
Paul Gigante sat in his polo shirt showing his beefy chest and muscular arms. He listened to Angelo who told him about the confrontation with his mother.
"It's OK. Everything will be fine. Your mother loves you. Put yourself in her place. How would you feel if your only son told her he was gay?"
"How the fuck can you be so understanding? I heard from my sister Maddy that my uncle Vito was coming to New York to kick your ass. She told me to be careful. Evidently the whole world now knows that we're having an affair. That fucking bitch Marie. It would be funny only I'm the fucking joke and laughing stock."
Paul put his arms around Angelo and kissed his neck. He slid his hands inside his shirt and squeezed gently on his nipples that began to grow in his thick fingers. "You like that don't you?" He kissed Angelo's neck, his tongue finding his way into Angelo's ear. "Tell Vito to come and maybe I'll give him some of this. "He pressed his thick hardon that was bursting through his pants against Angelo's ass. Never knew a man that didn't like a blowjob. Before you know it, you're whole family will be fucking gay."
Angelo turned around and faced Paul and looked into his big, brown eyes. They were soft and kind. His round face and hanging jowls made him look like a bulldog but Angelo was smitten with him. Chemistry, the X Factor or whatever it was called, Angelo didn't know what it was but whenever he saw Paul he melted. Angelo had been with lots of guys but nobody had ever made him feel like Paul did.
Angelo grabbed Paul's throbbing cock and took it out of his pants and smiled. "I guess you like me," Angelo smiled.
Paul placed his meaty hand on Angelo jeans and felt his cock that now throbbed with life. "I bet Vito isn't going to be loved like you will be tonight."
"Uncle Vito sleeps in another bedroom and thanks God every night that his witch of a wife, my aunt Marie stopped fucking him when their last kid was born and that was thirty years ago. She's a tough broad and ugly enough to turn a straight man gay." Angelo kissed Paul hard on the lips and tasted mint and wine. "But remember, I'm a tough dago and you belong to me." He kissed him again but now it was done with passion and he felt the thick, bulbous head of Paul's leaking cock and led him into the bedroom.
Vito Baptiste was called cucumber not because he was cool but because of the size of his dick. He was a big man, round with wide shoulders that filled a doorway. His mere presence frightened people. In his business that was what was wanted and needed. Vito was an enforcer for the mob, a small time hood who made his bones by breaking arms and legs and taking a fall when it was necessary.
He was a careful driver, obeyed the law and never sped. His massive hands caressed the steering wheel as he made in way into New York. His heavy brow was knitted in concentration as he pondered what he was going to do to this Paul Gigante when they met. His eyes were dark and brooding as he checked the rearview mirror and smiled as a cop sped by. He gave him the fuck you sign and saw the outline of New York City on the horizon.
All he could think of was that Dominic "Pretty Boy" Mastroni's son was a fag. Vito thought of his dearly departed brother-in-law and then the image of Angelo wailing on some bone. Vito pictured Angelo's lips around the head of a cock sucking to his hearts content while his father lay in the cold ground. The thought of warms lips around a cock had Vito getting hard and he grabbed at his sleeping giant and pulled at it. He squeezed it with his large hand playing with himself as he drove.
Who the hell was this Paul Gigante? Vito would mess him up and then lay a beating on Angelo so the mere thought of sucking a cock or taking it up the ass would be repugnant to him. Vito owed it to Dominic. After all, it was Dominic who had helped him out of a few tough scraps in his time and had kept him out of prison.
Vito would put the fear of God into this Paul Gigante. A few hard slaps first and then a baseball bat across his knees would let him know that if he wanted to suck cock, he'd better find another one and not his nephew's. How old was this Paul Gigante? What did he look like? Was he some prissy fag who dyed his hair blond and swished and lisped? Was he a good cocksucker? The mere thought stirred images in Vito and he thought of his wife Marie and her reaction when he once asked her to suck his lob. The sight of her "locking a lip" on his cock had sent her running to church and confession and he had cold dinners for a month. He could still hear her words ringing in his ears. "Only putans do that." Well, your darling brothers son is sucking off some fag in New York and I'm about to kick the shit out of him. Vito shook his head and had resigned himself to choking the chicken while watching porno at the social club.
Soon he would find this Paul Gigante who made his nephew a queer.
Paul twisted the wrench around the pipe and turned, his thick forearms straining as it turned making sure that the pipe fit perfectly. Satisfied, he flushed the toilet and it worked fine.
"It's working now Mrs. Russo," he cooed to the old lady who stood watching him work.
"Thank you," she said and hugged and kissed him.
Paul cleaned up, packed up his tools and was ready for a hot shower and dinner. He had been on the go running from job to job since early morning and he was tired. He drove through Brooklyn and pulled up in front of his one family house and into the driveway. He walked up the steps and heard a gruff voice call out.
"Paul Gigante, hey Paul," the voice rough and husky.
Paul turned and saw this big gorilla running up the steps toward him and he was in Paul's face before Paul had a chance to react.
"Me and you gotta talk," the man said in a menacing tone.
Paul looked at the gargantuan man who stood facing him feeling his hot breath on his face. He saw the mouth move and felt the finger pointing into his chest.
"It's about Angelo."
"Angelo?" Paul remembered what Angelo's sister had said warning them that Vito was coming after them. Be calm; don't show fear, Paul repeated to himself. "Angelo," he repeated.
"You got it. I think it best that we go inside." He opened his jacket and Paul saw the gun and his eyes widened.
Paul opened the door and they walked inside. Vito looked around at the nicely decorated living room. He shook his head approvingly. "Nice place you have here. Would be a pity if you had a fire." Vito looked at Paul and he wasn't what he had expected to find. This guy was around sixty and big like him. What the fuck was wrong with his nephew. This guy was ancient. He must be some cocksucker. Vito had expected a young, handsome guy but this guy was older then Angelo's father. "What the fuck," he said and grabbed Paul by the collar. "I want you to stay away from Angelo or you won't have a house or hands to work. You hear me?"
Paul was frightened but retained his cool and smiled. "What about Angelo?"
"What about him?"
"He's a big boy and knows what he wants."
"Yeah, old guys like yourself to suck his lob."
"Don't knock it if you hadn't tried it."
"Don't be a fucking wise guy."
"I'm not. You want a drink?" Paul said it but didn't know why.
"Scotch if you got it."
"I got. Paul poured them both drinks and sat down. "I'm Paul and you must be Vito."
Vito was surprised that Paul knew who he was. "Salud," Vito said and downed the drink.
Paul sat on the couch and Vito sat next to him. Paul felt the heat coming from Vito's thighs and although he was frightened he felt his dick getting hard. He pressed against Vito's leg and Vito didn't move. "So what now?"
"I expected a younger guy and not some guy that reminds me of me."
"Is that so bad? You're a good looking guy."
"Don't try and sweet talk me? Next you'll be asking to suck my cock."
"If it stops me from getting my ass kicked, I'll even let you fuck me."
Vito looked at Paul disdainfully but felt his cock starting to stir. Paul noticed it and smiled.
"You take that smirk or your face or I'll wipe it off for you," Vito said belligerently.
"From the bulge in your pants, I would say that is quite a gun you're carrying between your legs." Paul did something that surprised him but he reached out and put his hand on Vito's cock. He felt it twitch through his trousers. Paul rubbed it and opened the zipper and watched Vito's eyes as Paul reached in and carefully took out Vito's throbbing cock. "Jesus," was all Paul could say, as the monster was unsheathed. It was the largest cock that Paul had ever seen. "If you're going to kick the crap out of me, I better taste this beautiful piece before you do." With that, He placed his lips on the head of Vito's cock and licked the head. Vito cried out as Paul's lips moved carefully around the head as he took it slowly into his mouth.
Vito raised his hand and placed it gently on Paul's head as Paul began to lick at the head tasting the creamy pre cum, his mouth anxious to suck on this giant piece of meat. It was not only big but also thick and Paul wanted it inside of him. He licked the head moving his head slowly as he moved down the shaft and heard the moans coming from Vito who sat there his face sweating as Paul moved his hand and felt Vito's nipple. He squeezed it gently not knowing how Vito would react. Vito stirred as his nipple grew in Paul's finger and began to move his body lifting it off the couch as he forced more and more of his meat into Paul's mouth.
"Easy big boy. Let me do the work. You lie back and enjoy it." Paul made Vito take off his coat, making sure the gun was on another couch. He unbuttoned Vito's shirt and was surprised at Vito let him. His fingers caressed his fleshy tits, and then he put his mouth on Vito's nipples and began to suck. Vito cried out as Paul sucked them gently. They were tender and he held Paul's face to his nipples with his massive hands on his head.
"Jesus, fucking Christ," Vito moaned as Paul undressed him until he was in his jockey shorts. Paul slipped them off and looked at this large man with the sausage of life and dive-bombed into his meat. He ran his lips across his pubic hairs nuzzling his face in the soft hairs. Paul looked at the massive balls and began to lick them slowly making circles with his tongue and Vito cried out as bolts of electricity shot throughout his body. Vito tasted of sweat, musk and cologne as Paul moved up the shaft of his cock and then his mouth encircled the head once again.
Paul led Vito into a bedroom off of the living room and he followed like a puppy dog. Sensing Vito's excitement, Paul ran his tongue across Vito's neck and desperately wanted to kiss him but feared his reaction if he did. Paul wanted this large man to wrap his arms around him and to crush him with his weight. Carefully he licked at Vito's ear, his tongue moving inside and his mouth nipping at the earlobes. Vito was hot and grabbed Paul and kissed him hard on the lips and forced his tongue into Paul's mouth. It was as if the floodgates had been opened and now Vito's kisses were hot and passionate. They clung together like vines in the wind holding each other, their bodies drenched in sweat as they kissed.
"What am I doing?" Vito moaned as Paul stripped naked and got between Vito's legs, kissing his hairy thighs and licking at his balls and finding his cock that was as hard as week old bread. Vito played with his swollen nipples touching one and then the other as Paul began to suck his cock now slick with saliva. Paul moved up and down Vito's massive pole taking more and more of his cock into his mouth. The sensation of this big mans massive meat as it filled his mouth had Paul salivating.
Paul wanted Vito to come to taste him and drain the cream from this man's cock. But Paul was also selfish and wanted these moments to last. He wanted Vito inside of him, fucking him, filling him with his seed feeling his forceful thrusts as he took him.
"Do you want to fuck me?" Paul asked and Vito moaned not wanted Paul to take his lips off his cock that was twitching involuntarily and ready to explode.
"Fuck you?"
Yes, fuck me. I want that tool inside of me. I want you to ram it into me, I want you to take your anger out on my ass that wants to make love to you."
Paul moved toward Vito and kissed him and Vito responded kissing him back but this time it was done with tenderness.
"You want me to fuck you? I've never fucked a man."
"And I haven't been fucked by a Mafia capo either but I want you inside of me. I promise it will be better then any woman that you have ever fucked and I'm sure you fucked a lot."
Vito smiled and watched as Paul rolled on his side. His buns were round and Vito rubbed the head of his cock against the crack of his ass. Paul took some lubricant and greased Vito's pole and then his own ass. Satisfied, he said.
"Nice and slow wins the race. You have a mighty big sausage so we will take it easy until I can accommodate you and they you will be in for the ride of your life."
Vito couldn't contain himself and pushed the head of his massive cock against Paul's hole and heard him moan. He backed off and tried again and then pushed slowly and felt the head slide in. It was something that Vito had never experience. It was tight, warm and felt wonderful. He felt Paul moving slowly back and forth and slowly Vito's cock began to slide in.
"Oh, yes, Paul said as he felt Vito inside of him. "That's it, slowly until we have that big sucker inside of me."
Vito was gentle and listened, moving slowly feeling the heat from Paul's ass as his cock snaked its way inside of Paul.
""You're there. Now let's make love."
Vito moved slowly feeling the tightness of Paul's ass as his dick slid in and out. Paul moved his ass from side to side and up and down and called out Vito's name as he was being fucked. Vito held onto Paul's fleshy tits and ran his hand up and down his belly and grabbed his cock as he fucked him.
"Oh, yes, Vito cried out as he now moved quicker and quicker inside of Paul knowing that he was going to come soon.
"Oh, baby give it me, make me come with that sweet meat of yours. Oh, yes."
Paul thrust his hips up to take Vito's cock and he knew that his prostate was being massage and was going to come but wanted to come with Vito.
"I'm getting ready to come," Paul shouted and Vito moved now with abandon moving inside of Paul quicker and quicker.
"I'm coming," Vito shouted and planted his seed inside of Paul who came at the same time. Vito kept slamming his meat into Paul until he was limp. He rolled off of Paul and lay back on the bed covered with sweat.
Paul looked at him. "Now if you want to kick my ass you can."
Vito smiled. "That's the best fucking I've ever had. No wonder Angelo is wild about you." He kissed Paul. "Do you mind if I come back and see you sometime?"
Paul kissed him. "Only if you fuck me."