#1 in HOMOEROTIC, BOYxBOY, MANxMAN, and a dozen other related tags | Sexy one-shots and romantic short stories. From love at first sight to love through the years, these tales cover hunky dudes in love, lust, and passion in every aspect. From Ernie...
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Part 1 of 4 ... 'A Little Italy Story'
Mariano's POV ...
Boom!
The bomb went off exploding throughout the neighborhood so loud it would scare the crap out of anyone who didn't know what its purpose was. I'd just grabbed the hand mirror and was checking out my butt in the full-length mirror on the closet door and I almost dropped the darn thing. They'd been going off all day, the bombs, and you never knew when they were coming, so they almost always startled me and made me jump or flinch.
But I'd still managed to sleep till two in the afternoon in spite of the racket, falling right back to sleep each time I woke up. That's how tired I'd been from my crazy schedule lately. Then I shaved and showered and got dressed and here I was, dude of all dudes (in my humble narcissistic opinion), judging the hotness of my ass in the tight black jeans I'd just pulled on.
Yup, it was hot as fuck, my butt, nice and wide and it stuck out there just right. Everybody was definitely going to be checking it out later. I'd been working on my glutes all summer, pumping away on the leg machines at the gym, all hepped up to have the sexiest male ass in town. Ha! Lots of good it'd do me, the way I'd been working all day on the construction crew and two hours a night at the gym afterward, then home and almost instantly falling asleep because I was so damn beat, and then doing it all over again the next day. So, meh, I'd have a butt to die for and probably kill myself in the process of getting it.
Boom!
Fuck. There was another. I jumped and the mirror slipped out of my hand, falling to the floor. I stooped over to pick it up and, good thing, it hadn't broken. I put it back on the dresser and looked at myself face-on in the mirror.
Whoa! I looked totally lit. Was I going to knock them dead at the feast today or what? That's what all the bombs were for, firework bombs. Today was Sunday and it was August 15th, the Feast of the Assumption here in Little Italy in our big eastern USA city.
It was a holy day of obligation if you were Catholic, and you had to go to Mass. It celebrated the event when the Blessed Virgin Mary was assumed body and soul, alive too, into heaven to sit at the right hand of God, her son Jesus Christ. Now that's a pretty darn big deal, huh?
I didn't particularly believe in any of those old stories the nuns pounded into our heads at the parish school when I was a kid, and neither did many of the other Italians in the neighborhood and around the city. But everybody still liked the Virgin Mary. She was a cool character even if you didn't have any faith in the church dogma. And her special deal in heaven was a hella perk and a great reason to have a three day weekend feast on the parish grounds. Tens of thousands of people from all over the city came down to Little Italy, 'the neighborhood', as we called it, to gamble and drink, eat pizza and sausage and pasta and cannoli, go on the Ferris wheel and all the other rides, see and hit on all the hotties, get drunk and stoned and make some deals with their neighborhood drug peddlers or bookies, and all for the purpose to hail Mary, Mother of God.
