The Lizard

It was Friday evening when Luca was on his way to the Gondi-Palazzo. Sandro would arrive this evening and he needed to prepare the room. To his surprise the heavy wooden gate was already open when Luca turned the key. He crossed the yard where Sandro's motorbike was still standing under an awning, but the large palm tree had received fresh water. He went further on and entered the hall. "Hello?" he called and jumped when a man came around the corner, wiry, with sun burnt skin and a straw hat upon his head.

"You must be Luca", he said, his bushy, silvery hair poured from under the hat. "I'm Fran, the housekeeper and ardener. Alessandro told me that you would be coming sometime."

Luca stretched out his hand but the long white lily he carried was in the way. Fran shook it. "That isn't necessary", he smirked and Luca felt embarrassed. "For Alessandro?" Fran took the lily carefully and examined it. "You need to remove the yellow anthers. I hope you haven't smeared your clothes. If you have, it will stain."

Hastily Luca looked himself up and down. He couldn't dream what his mother would say if he came home with another set of tainted clothes, but he seemed to be clean.

"Come into the kitchen."

Luca followed and watched Fran slip into his gardening gloves and nipped off the anthers. "Alessandro has left money for me to fill the fridge. And I covered the furniture since the palazzo is deserted now." He turned. A dozen of wrinkles framed his eyes and the skin of his face was like leather; the result of years in the sun. "Anastasia told me about you."

"How is she?"

"Well, thanks. We enjoy the fresh air in the hills."

Luca envied him instantly but he smiled. "Please give her my greetings."

Fran nodded. "I will. Well, check the grocery if you're in need of anything else while there's still time. I'm off then."

Luca went upstairs after he had examined the fridge and opened the door leading to the loggia. Fran had left a good feeling inside him. There were people still who didn't despise him for being what he was. Fran certainly knew the story of Anastasia's son.

Luca checked the bathroom then, came back with a handful of condoms and lubricant and hid them under the bed clothes. The lily he placed upon it and grinned.

His leather suit was still waiting for him in Sandro's wardrobe and so far nobody had noticed the cross he was always wearing. The chain was long enough to hide it.

Two hours later - Luca was sitting in the kitchen where he could watch the yard - Alessandro opened the gate and drove the Ferrari in. Luca was out like lightning and draped himself over the closed car door, falling into Alessandro's arms. "I see you missed me."

"You could have called to say when you'd arrive."

" I'm here now." Alessandro looked at Luca. "What have you done with your hair?" He combed it with his fingers.

"Oh, that's a long story. I know it looks shitty."

"Certainly not. It will grow again, don't worry. But what happened?" Alessandro dropped out of the car.

"Football match, I told you I was going."

"Madonna! Did they start fireworks?"

"Sort of. I'll tell you later." Luca pulled Alessandro through the door and into the kitchen. "Are you hungry?"

"Sure I am. For you." He pulled Luca closer and unbuttoned his shirt. "I hope there are no further damages, eh?" He took the cross into his palm and smiled. Luca giggled when Alessandro unzipped his jeans and cupped his butt cheeks with his palms. He felt nothing. "Forgot your underpants? Ah, what's that?" He let Luca's trousers glide over his hips and revealed one of Alessandro's black strings. "Wow."

"I hope you don't mind", Luca said indistinctly because his lips were covered by Alessandro's. He felt Sandro's fingers massaging the shaft of his penis and it was raising in his fist within a second. He tried to free his legs from his jeans but failed due to his shoes. Alessandro felt him struggling, so he bent down and tugged at Luca's shoes. But instead of coming to his feet again he devoured Luca's cock, that filled out the front of the string, lavishing it through the fabric, up and down like licking an ice cone. Luca moaned and dug his fingers into lessandro's hair.

"You should keep it, it looks better on you than on me." Alessandro left Luca suddenly, rose and chased him upstairs where he stopped in front of the bed, looking down. "A lily? How sweet." He took it and sniffed, but it was without any scent.

"Prince of the lilies. I had some trouble because of that", Luca mumbled.

Alessandro hadn't heard him. He turned, smiled and pulled Luca into an embrace. At the same time he tried to undress himself, and finally fell with Luca between the sheets. "Ouch, what's that?" Alessandro struggled to reveal what Luca had hidden under the cover. "Ah!!! You think we'll have any use for this?" He held up the tube of lubricant and rinned devilishly. Then he crawled upon Luca's body, naked except for the string, and started one of his first class seductions.

Luca was on the brink of orgasm, but he tried not to bite into Alessandro's member that was dangling from above into his mouth. His hand stroked Sandro's bum and one finger was piercing his anus. Alessandro grunted with pleasure and Luca knew he mustn't stop now. The next minute a hot gush of semen flooded into his sucking mouth, flowing down his throat and he swallowed. How easy he got used to it, he thought briefly when a rapid series of convulsions shook his own body and he released himself into Sandro's mouth. Sandro fell aside, his face buried into Luca's abdomen,
sucking white drops from the tip of Luca's penis. "I certainly missed this."

"It's just been a week", Luca mumbled exhausted. Though he still hadn't had e ough, and his aching penis yearned for more. He had forgotten how horny he could be. Even if it had been just a week. Sandro was still sucking gently, stopping Luca's penis to shrivel. Luca copied Sandro's actions, stroking his smooth buttocks and outlining the rim of his anus. Alessandro moaned quietly, but then he said "What caused you harm at the football match then?"

"A hooligan who's unfortunately my class mate. He'd already made nasty comments about you and me."

Alessandro lifted his head. "You and me?"

Luca's penis felt cold without the caress. "Don't stop", he demanded.

"Yeah, but what did he say? What does he know...?"

"He knows nothing, he just guessed. Said I would be your lap dog who follows you everywhere."

"And called you names, right?" Alessandro turned over to face Luca. He kissed him deeply. "Can you stand up for yourself?"

"I do. I admitted nothing and since he didn't show up at lessons for thelast two days, I guess he's still in custody. He started a fire", he added.Alessandro chewed at Luca's under lip and humped slightly into Luca's abdomen. Luca responded. "Well then, the first thing you have to learn isnot to be ashamed of what you are. No matter what others say."

Luca was silent. "With the result of being beaten up on a street?"

"Sshht, let's not talk about that now." His fingers had found Luca's hole,stroked and opened it. Then his head anished between Luca's legs andstarted to lick. "Where did you put that lube?"

Sated and satisfied Luca later purred in Alessandro's arms. He had put hishead close to Sandro's and let his fingers ander over his lover's chest.

"What's the name of that hooligan?"

"Raniero .... why?"

"You said he didn't show up again? Perhaps he was expelled from school
then?"

"I certainly hope so. Though Coppo said nothing about that."

"Coppo?"

"My teacher. Professore Coppo Travisero. He's a friend of my father."

Alessandro freed himself from Luca's embrace and lay upon him. "So you already have good connections, eh?" he grinned. His hand had found Luca'smember and stroked it again to full erection. "I could do this for thewhole weekend", he whispered into Luca's ear.

"Why not?"

"I've been here before", Alessandro said, as they passed Palazzo Torrigiani and its museum La Specola.
"God, no, really?" Luca exclaimed. "You've seen those anatomic wax models
of humans?"

"Well, sure. I've seen the 'The skinned', it was a model for the lymphatic system."

Luca muttered something, taking Alessandro's hand subconsciously. "Giano was here many times, but I guess, as dottore-to-be he's interested in such things. I would had vomited."

Alessandro laughed. It was a cool day, and a welcomed change after the hot days at the start of June. After an extended brunch they had decided to take Masolino's diary with them to visit the main work of him and Masaccio: the chapel Brancacci at the Carmine church.

"You think this was the family palazzo of Torrigiani?" Luca asked.

Alessandro looked at him. "You mean THE Torrigiani? Michelangelo's classmate at the Medici-garden? I don't know. Perhaps."

"I've read he was a foe of Michelangelo and broke his nose in a fight."

"That's right, gioia. Right here in the Brancacci-chapel where they made sketches to learn about perspective. Michelangelo laughed at Torrigiani's sketches and they started to fight. He was burnt by the Spanish inquisition later. I think the free Florentine spirit didn't go well with the pious Spanish Catholicism." Alessandro avoided the area of Santo Spirito because this was the hang out of his buddies, so they made a detour through shady alleys and winding yards. Near the Carmine church he stopped and pressed Luca's back against a house wall, next to hanging, blue loxinias.

"Have I told you that I'm coming with Giano and mother to Pisa next week ?" Luca started, but Alessandro pressed his body to his own and started to snog with him. Luca gasped but submitted. It was at that moment when a boy and a girl stepped out of the archway two houses away. The boy stopped in his tracks and squinted his eyes. He saw two lads kissing each other and he clutched the hand of his girlfriend tightly. "What's the matter, Tris?" she said.

Tristano stood rooted to the spot and couldn't believe it. It was certainly Luca who had his hands around the waist of the other guy who could only be Alessandro di Gondi-Lucertola. His heart beat fast.

"Gays, does it bother you?" Carolina said, pulling Tristano away. "Do you think your granny liked the chocolate?" Tristano said nothing, he was too perplexed and all of a sudden the day was hot like in August. His face flushed and he felt the presence of his girlfriend annoying. He wished he was alone.

But then, Caro grabbed his hand and drew him away.

"Great", Alessandro mumbled, not releasing Luca's lips. "I take it you'll stay overnight then?"

"If I can?"

"You have to. We'll find a place." He humped his abdomen into Luca's and Luca knew that Sandro was still horny, despite their activities during the night and in the early morning. Both hadn't noticed that they had been watched.


The Carmine Church raised high and unadorned in front of them. It was a plain Carmelite church, rejecting with its brown pietra forte stone. The famous chapel had to be entered from outside and a group of tourists already waited in front of it. "Crap, always those tourists. We never have Florence for our own", Alessandro said.

"Let's wait then until they have gone", Luca suggested, pointing to a street cafe. They ordered two waters and two cappuccini and Luca opened Masolino's diary. He had protected it with a plastic cover. "Did you know that the church had burnt down in 1771? Only the two opposite chapels survived, one of them was the Brancacci-chapel. Well, there was damage, the big wooden frames between the frescoes had burnt and the paintings were discoloured at the rims. Then they wanted to tear it down, but the German painter Menzel who was here in Florence begged the government not to do so, because it was something that was irrecoverable."

Alessandro nodded, sipping at his coffee. "I know. The government of those times must have been idiots. Well, at least they relented and started to renovate the frescoes. Have you been here since the last renovation?"

Luca shook his head. They had lasted for many years, and he had heard that it was a miracle. The colours were fresh as the day when Masolino and Masaccio had painted them.

After twenty minutes they decided to have another try. Alessandro knew that the amount of people who were allowed to enter the chapel, was limited due to the humidity. When they had paid their entrance fee, the tourist group was still standing in front of the chapel, but were about to leave.

"It is because of their narrative density and the perspective depiction that this cycle has such a high rating in the history of painting", Luca heard the tourist guide explain in a Neapolitan dialect. "Masaccio was never carried away by the graceful classical vein. The faces of his apostles are rough and powerful. Adam and Eve of his hand built a concrete opposite to the same pair painted by Masolino, who had never painted a more expressive Eve."

Alessandro watched the tourists, standing a little aside, saw they were leafing through booklets, examining cards, fumbling with their cameras, although it was strictly forbidden to take photos, chattering low and looked as if they would like to be somewhere else. He sighed inwardly. The tourist guide wasn't at all what he hoped for himself to become. If you liked full attention you don't have to simply recount the facts.

"From Brunelleschi Masaccio acquired a knowledge of mathematical proportion. From Donatello he imbibed a knowledge of classical art that led him away from the prevailing Gothic style. He inaugurated a new naturalistic approach to painting that was concerned less with details and ornamentation, more with simplicity and unity, less with flat urfaces more with the illusion of three dimensionality. Together with Brunelleschi and Donatello he was a founder of the Renaissance." Involuntarily Luca peered at the walls, to see if she was right. Of course she was right, he thought. He pulled out the diary. If the guide knew what he held in his hands she would jump for joy. The original diary of Masolino da Panicale.... the painter of this chapel they were standing in... six hundred and twenty two years ago.

Arabian

By: Fleet wood

I was almost 12 when my father decided to build an apartment about our garage and at that time there was a number of petty thefts going on in our neighbourhood. So on recommendation from the building foreman he hired a night watchman. Tarak was huge arab who on arriving in America and being uneducated found he had to take what ever job came his way. He had worked the docks, construction, delivery and night watch, so he had survived practically hand to mouth and being a man of little needs he was quite content. I lived with my father since my parents had divorced when I was about 4 years old. My father was devoted to me and I usually always got my way 99% of the time. I often showered with my father when I was younger and he allowed me free access to his body, he figured I was just a very curious child but from when I can remember I've been cock crazy and his big thick cock and balls were a constant intrigue for me until I turned 8. He decided I was becoming obsessed (little did he know) and banished me from his bathroom, although I spied on him and observed him wanking his big stiff cock many a night when he thought I was fast asleep. I taught myself to wank and had indulged in wanking and sucking at my private all boy school. So when Tarak knocked on our back door one hot afternoon it was love at first sight. This huge dark skinned swarthy man with a foreign accent stammered he would like to speak to the man of the house. I ogled the huge arab starting at his smooth shaved head, his rough weather beaten features and huge bull neck that ran into huge muscular shoulders, big muscular arms and a slightly portly stomach. He wore a loose cotton shirt and loose cotton trousers. I informed him that my father was in the study and proceeded to lead the way, turning to make sure he was following and as I turned I suddenly noticed the massive cock swinging against his leg and without realising it I stopped dead in my tracks and gaped openly. Tarak stopped with a puzzled look which instantly turned to a big toothy smile of recognition, he slowly cupped his huge bulge and drawing the cotton fabric tight he outlined his huge cock and balls. "You make sure Tarak get job and you have new toys!" Whispered the dark arab as he fondled himself. I nodded vigorously and led him into the study, where I introduced him to my father and quickly sowed the seeds, commenting on his mere height, build and looks. Mentioning that they alone would scare anyone in their right mind and trying desperately to conceal my bulging pants which Tarak eyed and winked at me when my father wasn't watching him. Eventually my father conceded and Tarak got the job and was to start that evening. As I walked the big 6 ft. plus arab back out through the house I suddenly felt a huge and on my shoulder and in the hallway he stopped me and taking my small hand in his giant sized one he placed my hand on his huge bulge. "Feel, they are yours now, you like?" He stammered quietly. I groped the huge flaccid cock and my hand couldn't quite grip around he girth. A door slammed and Tarak leapt back nervously, smiling he looked around. "We play tonight my little one!" Whispered the giant as he left through the kitchen. I charged upstairs and yanking off my pants I proceeded to wank myself hard and fast until my very watery cum flew through the air and landed on my school books. I had never felt so randy before and as I collapsed on my bed I began to conjure up images of that giant arab and his huge cock. He was 38, unmarried and had been in America about 8 years. The rest flew over my head as he had answered my father and I had studied him from head to huge feet. Five o'clock arrived and I watched as Tarak ambled up the drive way and my father and I walked out to greet him and show him where he would be taking watch. My father inquired as to whether he had eaten and
when Tarak produced his box my father offered him the use of the kitchen to warm his food and make himself tea or coffee. Tarak thanked my father and explained he had been watchman for many years and not to worry, everything and everyone was safe. With that my father left and
I lingered. When he was out of sight Tarak motioned me to follow as he made like he was inspecting the layout and as he climbed the stairs I followed until we were in the half constructed building, the walls were up but no windows. Tarak turned and facing me he dropped his pants and lifted his tunic, exposing his dark skinned torso to me. My eyes drank in his dark skin, (almost black but not quite) and his hairy body, starting at the huge pec's and hairy nipples, down over his paunch which had thick hair swirls covering it and down to his thick bushy pubic hair which crowned his huge thick flaccid cock that although flaccid was easily 7 '' long and as thick as my father's cock when it was pumping jets of cum across his bedroom. Beneath the huge cock lay a pair of balls the size of lemons, I stared at the mass of flesh and noted the heavy forskin the capped the huge cock-head. "You like your new toys?" Asked the dark man as he thrust his hips forwards towards the thin boy. I nodded my head and stepped forwards, reaching for the huge cock, it was so thick I could hardly close my hand around the fleshy sharft
and the veins running the length were almost pencil thick. Igrasped it and began drawing the forskin backwards, exposing a huge purple cock-head. It was the size of a plum and the slit was puffy, I pushed the skin backwards exposing the head completely and felt the shaft pulse and begin to thicken. I began wanking slowly and the giant arab groaned quietly." I know you like as soon I see your eyes, he tell me all."

The huge meat in my hands jerked and began throbbing as I handled it, it lengthened and swelled. Soon my hands couldn't reach around the girth and still it grew bigger, thicker off, it was as thick as a beer can and a good 13 ''. The monstrous cock had a slight curve reminding me of a fishing trip I'd taken with my father and as I wanked it the huge Arab reached and hefted his massive scrotum. He squeezed and his huge balls the size of lemons were outlined as he
massaged himself. Precum was flowing from the monstrous cock-head and as I wanked a slick sound good be heard as the forskin covered and uncovered the dark purple head. Tarak was moaning in Arabic as his big hand grasped my head and pulled me forwards, smearing precum over my lips, nose and cheeks. I licked the monstrous head feverishly and on instruction from Tarak I began to gently bite the thick ridge and drill my tongue into the half inch slit. Tarak was groaning and I had to caution him that my father was nearby, as he acknowledged he reached for his big brown nipple and squeezing and pulling it roughly he up ground his teeth and rolled his eyes. I was frantically wanking his monstrous cock with two hands and by now it was a good 14 '' and rock hard. It suddenly dawned on me that he was almost as big as my father's stallion's cock which was practically one metre in length. His huge muscular thighs bulged with building tension, I released one hand groped his hard hairy muscular butt over. I had seen this done in one of my father's porno movies he thought he had safely hidden. Tarak released his muscles and I found his butt-hole and as he moved his legs astride I gently probed the round wrinkly rossette until my finger penetrated and Tarak groaned, he extracted my finger and after placing it between his thick lips he sucked and licked until my whole hand was in his mouth, then he guided my hand back to his butt-hole and I began inserting my lubricated finger, again on instruction I inserted two and so on until my four fingers and half hand was firmly embedded. Tarak had grasped his huge meat and was wanking with me as he reached behind and pushed until my whole hand entered his spinchter and as his butt-hole closed over my he cried out loudly. I quickly shushed him but to late as we both suddenly heard my father's deep voice.
"WHAT THE HELL!" We both froze and my father materialised like magic from nowhere, as we turned our heads there he was with his track pants down and his big 8" cock standing proudly to attention. Before I could move my father was standing before Tarak with his hands wrapped around the monstrous cock. "WOW!! That's some fucking monster you've got here!" Whistled
my father. Wanked"Man Oh Man!" My father lent forwards and began licking and attempting to suck the monstrous cock-head, Tarak grasped my arm and began inching my arm into heads furnace got butt. Eventually my father moved around Tarak and as I extracted my arm he inserted his big cock.

He thrust himself to the hilt and Tarak groaned and continued moaning as he fucked the huge arab harder and harder until he was piledriving the big coffee coloured man. I moved back to Tarak's monstrous cock and wanked him as fast as my thin arms could move. Tarak squeezed his balls mercilessly and pulled his nipples just as mercilessly while he very vocally groaned and thrust is hips in a rotation. Sweat ran down as rough featured face and his thick lips were drawn back, bearing his teeth. My father was also drenched in sweat as he thrust savagely, pounding the arab's butt-hole. "I CUM! Cried Tarak as I felt as cock thicken still more and his huge balls pulled up under his monstrous sharft. The veins bulged incredibly along the arab's sharft and as he cried out in his native tongue, cum erupted from his monstrous cock-head. It hit me in the face and I quickly directed the blasts into my mouth and swallowed as much as I could until my mouth overflowed and cum ran my chin and still strong blasts of cum flew from the monstrous cock and drenched my body. Tarak continued vocally and soon my father joined him.
"OH! OH YES! OH OH SWEET MERCY! I'M I'M COMING! FUCKING HELL! OH! O000HHH! FFFUCKINNGG HHHEELL!! YEEESSS! YYESS! UUUUNNNGGG! UUNNG! UNG!Yes ! yes! yes, yes!" Screamed my father as he thrust his hips against Tarak and his body jerked spasmodically. "WOW! I cried, "You guys surely can holla up a storm." I yelled. I watched as father extracted his hard cock from Tarak's butt-hole and stagger to catch his balance. The big 8" cock that made me was here before my eyes and still throbbing, I reached out and grasped it, slowly wanking it. "Easy son, just give me a minute to catch my breath." Smiled my father as he eased my hand off his sensitive cock. I was disappointed but at least I'd touched it and my cock was throbbing. Tarak grasped my trousers and yanking them down
he reached for my throbbing 6 '' and again wanking me with his giant hand, I grabbed his still rock hard monster and together me wanked each other in unison. Tarak lifted me and placed me on a upturned box and began sucking my nipples and as his thick brown lips worked down to cock, I was whimpering in ecstasy. As his lips closed around my cock I shuddered and thrust vigorously at his mouth. Suddenly I felt my father kissing my back and butt, as he drew my butt cheeks apart and began running his tongue over my butt-hole. Then he jabbed it into me, I clenched up but soon relaxed and allowed him to penetrate me. My father reached around and grasping Tarak's monstrous cock he began wanking the arab as he tongue fucked me. Tarak groaned around my throbbing 6" cock and the vibration sent waves of ecstasy flooding through me. Both men worked on me and soon I was shooting my watery boy cum into Tarak's mouth. My body convulsed as my orgasm exploded. Tarak gently lay me down as my breathing raced and I slowly floated back to reality.

My father was working on the arab's monstrous cock, wanking and licking at the huge dark purple cock-head. I quickly approached and kneeling my grasped my father's big cock and guided it between my lips, engulfing the precum leaking cock-head and sucking lovingly. At last my dream had come true, I worked my father's cock and just as I was getting into it. "One minute son, there's something I want while you're down there." Said my father as a produced a tube on lubricant. I watched in awe as he lubricated his butt-hole and then he turned to Tarak's monstrous cock and liberally lubricated it. Then he handed the lubrication to Tarak who squeezed it into as hands and rubbed then together. Tarak then inserted one finger up my father's butt-hole, the thick finger entered without much resistance. Soon Tarak had three thick fingers stretching and working my father. Next he inserted a fourth and half his giant hand, I watched my father grimace and after a short while he began pushing backwards. Tarak folded his thumb inwards and slowly stretched my father's butt-hole as his hand slowly entered. My father groaned as Tarak's hand and wrist moved into him, inch by inch. My was astounded as Tarak slowly extracted his hand and guiding his monstrous cock against my father's butt-hole he
slowly inserted it. After about 4 '' he stopped and my father wiped the sweat from his eyes, Tarak then proceeded and soon 8 '' of monstrous cock was embedded in my father. I was completely flabbergasted but very, very turned on, as Tarak began to slowly rock back and forth my father motioned me to him and as I crawled over, I grasped his semi erect cock and began sucking. Soon it was rock hard and my father and Tarak were once more very vocal, I sucked vigorously and reached around and explored my father's ver stuffed butt-hole as Tarak's monstrous cock plowed and ravaged it. Suddenly Tarak began shouting out in Arabic and I knew he ready to cum, I sucked harder and grasping my father's balls I worked them until my mouth was flooded with the very sperm that made me. I sucked and wanked vigorously as jet after jet blew into my mouth and down my throat. My father gently pushed me from his over sensitive cock and I quickly stood to view Tarak crouched over my father's back, his face completely distorted in ecstasy. When his breathing regulated he slowly extracted his cock which was a good 10 '' up my father, the monstrous cock withdrew with cum, lubrication, juices and smears of blood, I couldn't believe my father had just been fucked by the biggest cock I had ever seen. (In fact it was the biggest cock I have ever seen in my life) and he enjoyed it, needless to say Tarak moved into our lives and he still lives with cock father today. I tried to take Tarak's cock but the pain was undescribable, although he has fucked my thighs many, many times and I've drank gallons of his rich arab cum. I've fucked both Tarak and my father many times from the age of 14 to 30 and believe me I'm hard pressed to find an adequate lover to match them.