The Songbird and the Philanthropist

Rainero found the seduction of Pepo by Giovani on the balcony of his villa overlooking Lake Trasimeno both touching, and, despite his vocation, arousing.

At first Rainero joined the other two on the balcony, bringing two bottles of wine and three glasses. He stayed with them until all were comfortable and had stripped down to their waists to soak in the sun while watching the boats bob on the waters of the lake. When the second bottle of vino was opened, Rainero faded away into the interior of the villa. The other two didn’t even seem to notice he was gone as taken as they were with each other in chit chat and ever-more suggestive looks and exploratory touching.

Giovani had his arm around the back of Pepo’s chair, and when he cupped Pepo’s bicep in a hand, the younger man leaned into him and sighed.

Rainero saw that the second bottle of wine was empty and he went into the kitchen to get another one. But when he came back, he saw that no more wine was needed—at least on the balcony—as the two men were kissing, and from what the monsignor could see, Giovani’s free hand was in Pepo’s lap. So, Rainero returned to the kitchen for another wine glass, pulled the cork on the bottle, and sat in a sofa with a full view of the balcony and slowly drank down the third bottle himself.

Pepo disappeared for a while, the view of his kneeling body being blocked by Giovani’s back and spread legs. And then a naked Pepo was straddling Giovani’s thighs and the two were kissing, with Pepo’s hands laced in the well-groomed gray-streaked black hair at the back of Giovani’s head. Giovani was gripping Pepo’s waist on both sides and moving the youth’s body in rhythm to the rocking of the balcony chair they both now occupied and the grunts and groans of the fuck.