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"But Grandma, do I have to come?"
I complained while putting on my tuxedo jacket.
"Nonsense, darling, you must learn to cultivate the arts. Your tie is a little crooked, darling, straighten it."
I walked up to a mirror on the living room wall and fixed my tie.
I wish grandma would have let me wear a fake tuxedo front instead of a real shirt. People laugh at the 'shot' but honestly the stiff shirt you wear with a tuxedo is very uncomfortable.
After I did that I checked my hair. I was actually admiring myself.
"You'll have fun, dear." Said Grandma.
I knew that tone of voice too well.
"Who are you, Grandma?"
"What do you mean?"
She said innocent.
"Every time you tell me I'm going to have fun, I meet a girl you've chosen for me."
"I don't know what you're talking about." She objected.
Not bad, I said to myself.
"So, what are our seats?"
"I got the second row stage, third on the right."
My suspicions became certain.
"And who are the other two who are coming with us?"
The opera house boxes were for four!
"Alessandra and her husband. So you can avoid thinking tonight she's planning a wedding."
"All right, Grandma, I'm sorry."
I gave her a kiss on the withered white cheek. She smiled and we went outside to wait for the limo.
Grandma's limo, she was the one with the money, I was just the lucky guy who was gonna inherit a bunch of money when she passed away... it wasn't like I was pushing my grandmother to her grave. She was a wonderful old girl and when she died I was supposed to attend a lot of shareholder meetings, read prospectuses and attend board meetings and all the other crap that comes with a property of about two hundred million euros. No, it would have been better for grandma to live forever, it would have been great for me!
That's why, when she wanted to go to the opera, I was enlisted as her escort. It was a small price to pay... if you don't mind sitting for hours listening to Verdi or Paganini a couple of times a month. I had a little radio in my pocket and I could just put the earpiece on after Grandma got distracted.
She was strongly devoted to the classics, especially "La Traviata", which was what we would see (again!) that night.
We arrived at the opera house and that's when Grandma discovered herself.
"Oh, Miriam, darling!" "Look, Dario, it's Miriam, Alessandra's daughter."
A rather pretty girl of my age, radiating happiness, came towards us almost dancing. Well, casually might have been the best word, you know, when a girl comes up to you and wants to make a good impression on you? That kind of walk.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Conti, but my mother and father couldn't make it tonight."
Said Miriam staring at me the way a farmer stares at a pig he's thinking of buying!
"They gave me the tickets so I wouldn't leave you alone tonight. I hope you don't mind, because I love opera!"
"Oh, not at all, dear."
He greeted his grandmother.
"Miriam, this is my grandson, Dario, only son of my dear son Gerardo."
My father and mother had died in an accident when I was only two, my only memories of them were photographs and some old home movies.
"He's a good guy, he takes me to all these events."
"Nice to meet you, Miriam."
I said as I took her hand. You don't shake a woman's hand, you give her a brief grab and then let go.
Miriam gave me a squeeze while I was doing it, but I pretended she didn't have enough to notice.
"Did you bring an escort with you tonight?"
"My brother, Giordano."
Said Miriam nodding
"He's got to be here somewhere."
I knew Giordano by sight, we had attended the same school but he was four years older than me, he had moved with his family when I was about nine years old. "He's a cute little boy" I remember thinking at the time.
"Oh, I know Giordano."
Said Grandma.
"Ah, there he is! Oh, hi, Giordano!"
Grandma waved her hand at him.
Look, now I was interested! In case you're wondering why I wasn't giving Miriam (a pretty enough girl from a good family) something more than a little interest, it was the usual reason and the proof was in my gaze fixed on the copper-haired barrel approaching. Tuxedos at this level of society are always suitable for the wearer, but in Giordano's case they fit over and over! The jaw was smooth and strong, the nose perfectly shaped and proportioned and two penetrating steel colored eyes that would have stripped you with a glance, those teeth were perfect pearls.
Under that elegantly beautiful face was the body of an athlete, with strong arms, thin hips.
"Ah, Giordano, it's so good to see you afterwards, how much? Two years?"
Said Grandma.
"Something like that."
Giordano agreed, but his eyes were on me.
"Is this Dario?"
He gave Grandma a gentle handshake that wouldn't break a bubble. Consider Grandma's age.
"Yes, this is Dario. Giordano is Miriam's older brother."
He informed me and that was that.
"I'm very happy to meet you, Giordano."
I shook his hand. God, that was a killer's grip! He shook me, I held on, but I don't think he was trying to hurt me, I think he was just strong!
I shook my hand too, but he didn't seem to notice.
"It's time to get to our seats." Said Giordano to his grandmother.
"Yeah, let's go."
Grandma hung herself on his arm.
I couldn't help but bend Miriam's elbow and she melted on it like a poor quality mozzarella on the pizza, so I took courage and climbed the ladder with her to the stage. Luckily it was just a ramp or she could have dripped and stained my tuxedo, causing a dry clean before we arrived!
Grandma took over on the left as usual. Giordano, the escort she had kidnapped, sat next to her. I sat next to him, leaving Miriam on the far right.
My task was to have a brief chat with our comrades, and before Miriam could steal my attention, I said to Giordano, "So, Giordano, where do you go to college?"
"I graduated this year. In December, I actually missed a couple of classes and had to come back this year to finish, but..." and Miriam was neglected while I was enchanted.
Before Miriam could fool me, the music began and, as is tradition, all talk stopped.
The girl reached out her hand, grabbed mine and smiled at me when I looked at her, scared; I turned around and left my inert hand between hers, and after a while she abandoned it. She was not stupid, at that point she surrendered and I began to endure the travails and the stupid wandering of Violetta and her equally stupid love at first sight, Alfredo. Those two idiots had only looked at each other once and immediately fell in love lost. Which, when I think about it, may work in opera but not in real life, isn't it?
So I just stood there quietly, waiting for the first of the three acts to end, while I could talk to Giordano again.
I hadn't met him since we had grown up (if I had, I would have surely remembered!), his family had moved and this led him to live hundreds of miles away from me.
As I reflected, I felt my hand grab hold of him again. But this time it was the other hand!
I looked at it and saw that Giordano had put his hand on the armrest next to me. His fingers touched my back. I looked at him, he was staring at the stage. The next step was mine!
I moved my hand gently up and down, touching his fingertips. His face turned toward me and I responded to his gaze with a smile that he reciprocated, our hands tinkered briefly with each other and then they took each other.
In that position, I took a quick look at Grandma. As usual, she was enchanted by Violetta's travails, oh, the heartbreak of being a classy call girl in high society and of being adored by all men! Granny was hinting at singing with Violetta. I guess she identified with Violetta, because Grandma had been a strictly bourgeois girl when Grandpa found her. She could have been a call girl too, or whatever they called her then. Anyway, she had married grandfather and the days of deprivation were over forever.
Giordano looked at his sister on the other side and when my eyes met his again, he smiled and suggested a 'take a look' with a sort of shifting of eyes and eyebrows.
I did it and smiled. Lacara Miriam, who 'loves opera', had a thread running from her ear to her purse! Her eyes were closed and she was probably about to fall asleep!
Giordano's hand shook mine and I shook his. You can say a lot with your hand if you let it, he was talking for me and he was saying: yes, yes, yes!
However holding your hand, even if it's a good one, can become a bit dangerous and I was beginning to think about how I could untangle it from his before I was surprised and what I could do then, when Giordano took his hand out of mine.
I was surprised and looked at him (until that moment I had faked interest in the opera, Violetta had fainted for no good reason considering that Alfredo was madly in love with her, she was lying on the couch and he is pouring his heart into a romance for her), and I saw his hand come back and open mine. A hand might not be much and mean nothing, especially when listening to Verdi.
But his hand was wandering over mine like a bombing plane that was then going to hit the target, which was my leg.
Not too high, just above the knee, but with the fingers firmly fixed on the inside of the leg.
I took a look.
Grandma was more ecstatic than before. Miriam looked as if she had fallen asleep.
I smiled at him and waited to see what he would do.
A racing car ran up the inside of my thigh to my groin!
When he cupped the package, I made a loud gurgling sound that surprised me, and Grandma heard it, looked at me.
I panicked but she just went "shhh!" and looked back at the stage.
She hadn't tried to understand why I made that noise. Maybe she thought I burped!
Meanwhile, Giordano's hand was becoming intimately familiar with my horse.
I kept muffling my moans, but it was damn difficult.
Grandma could be so fascinated by the opera, Miriam could be so bored; would we go unnoticed?
Now Giordano's hand was on my draw, and his intention was obvious; he was about to open it!
"Damn it, Giordano!" I whispered, "Shouldn't we go out and do it?"
"Shhh!" was Grandma's only comment.
Giordano's lips got so close to my face, I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead, he whispered softly, "Relax, Dario. Where's your spirit of adventure?"
"Ooohhh!" It was all I could do by whispering.
Now he had unzipped his zipper and was tinkering inside. I wish I hadn't worn briefs, but damn it, who expects to get a blowjob at the opera? But Giordano got into it until he could get his hand into the lapels of his panties and then... "Ahh... ahhhhhh!" I said.
"Calm down, Dario."
Said the grandmother in a whisper.
"Stand still and let me enjoy the show."
If only he could understand who I was talking to! But Giordano was sitting a little bit forward and seemed to be following the show. Grandma had leaned against the backrest to talk to me and from there she couldn't see my groin. Anyway, she had no intention of seeing, she was just trying to get me to stop moaning and complaining.
So I bit my lips and stood still.
I remained silent while Giordano grabbed my cock and pulled it out into the open air, I stood still while his hand started moving up and down on my length, although now I had to grimace to resist.
I was able to keep my sigh of satisfaction quiet as I succumbed to the rhythm of his hand's movements on my penis, letting the old, familiar pleasures of masturbation make their way along my body to my brain, to nest there like old family friends, and they were very welcome.
I thought that would be it.
Giordano would have the satisfaction of masturbating and maybe I could do the same to him (I couldn't do it at that moment, not with him in that forward position, not without them noticing), and we could watch the rest of the work in the more relaxed state of two men who had emptied their balls.
Later, after seeing Grandma get back safely in her limousine, I could help Giordano get rid of his sister and then we could...
Giordano moved and only my iron will allowed me not to make a sound while his lips lowered to wrap my cock.
Now I was sure he was crazy, the crazy scion of a wealthy family that had thrown all his respectability to the wind.
There are many of them, they appear regularly in the tabloids, but this would be a new gossip. Doing it during "La Traviata!", Giordano must have been absolutely out of his mind!
But whatever state his mind was in, his mouth was completely under control. God, I hadn't had much sexual experience before, but this was the best blowjob I'd ever been given!
Maybe it was the public place, the chance to be surprised, to be humiliated, but I loved the feel of her lips on my cock, the way she sucked me, I realized that her movements were in tune with the music!
Every word Violetta recited as she expressed the opportunity or not to fall in love with Alfredo (Did she have a choice? Not if there would be opera!), Every note was a cue for Giordano to push my cock down his throat. If she would take a break, he would take a break, too, and it was as if the opera and the blowjob were integrated into one. As the music exploded, so did my passion, as the music faded, so did my desire diminished.
The music increased angrily then decreased, I continued with its swinging trend until the crescendo where I could barely minimize my passionate moans while choosing freedom, freedom! Or as he said, "Always free!" Clear, clear! Yes, yes, yes!
"Uuhhh... huhhhh!" was the sound I made as I reached my peak and spurted my sperm into Giordano's hungry throat and Violetta finished her romance amid the applause that shook the theatre.
Grandma couldn't hear me, she was too busy applauding.
I closed my eyes and let the fireworks explode behind my eyelids as I threw my sperm and Giordano swallowed it, finished while the lights were going up, hurriedly put my cock back in my pants and, having no time to close the zipper, held my hand on my groin in what I hoped was a relaxed position while Giordano straightened up.
"Wasn't that a good first act?"
Grandma asked Giordano.
"Adorable, ma'am."
Giordano told her honestly.
"I found it tasty." I said
"We'll see how the second act develops."
This was addressed to Giordano who picked up the reference and smiled.
"Miriam? Miriam, dear?" Said the grandmother on the way to the girl.
I took the opportunity to close the zipper.
Miriam was asleep despite the noise.
She had both ears plugged with earphones, the music had been turned up as loud as possible and you could hear the metallic sound of a heavy metal band.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am. I didn't get much sleep last night and I guess I'm more sleepy than I thought."
"It's all right, darling." Grandma said, "My driver could take you home and Dario, Giordano and I will enjoy the rest of the opera."
Miriam smiled with gratitude (since she certainly couldn't catch me) and went out gracefully.
This allowed there to be an empty place between us and grandma during the second and third acts, where we could 'play'.
I even dared to get down on my knees and suck Giordano's cock. Grandmother was too busy watching Alfredo's father convince Violetta to give up her son's affections for the sake of his social position, and she was weak enough to accept it, so I managed to find his penis and make him come before Alfredo told Violetta it was over.
The third act was a joy for me and Giordano, two exhausted lovers who were holding hands and waiting for the moment to come out.
We agreed to meet the next day and it was so that with a light heart, at the end of the opera, Violetta died of an unspecified illness and Alfredo crying by her side, we took our limousine and headed home.
"Did you have fun tonight, dear?" Grandma asked me.
"Yes, Grandma. But I wish you wouldn't try to arrange marriages anymore."
"But I know you better than anyone."
Grandma protested.
"Well, I guess so. But every time you've done it so far, it's been a complete disaster."
"Too bad. This time I thought Giordano was perfect for you. At least this time you didn't spend all night talking to the woman instead of the man I picked for you."
Astounded, I looked at my grandmother, suddenly as enigmatic as the Sphinx, and the limousine continued into the warm, dark night towards home.
.
I complained while putting on my tuxedo jacket.
"Nonsense, darling, you must learn to cultivate the arts. Your tie is a little crooked, darling, straighten it."
I walked up to a mirror on the living room wall and fixed my tie.
I wish grandma would have let me wear a fake tuxedo front instead of a real shirt. People laugh at the 'shot' but honestly the stiff shirt you wear with a tuxedo is very uncomfortable.
After I did that I checked my hair. I was actually admiring myself.
"You'll have fun, dear." Said Grandma.
I knew that tone of voice too well.
"Who are you, Grandma?"
"What do you mean?"
She said innocent.
"Every time you tell me I'm going to have fun, I meet a girl you've chosen for me."
"I don't know what you're talking about." She objected.
Not bad, I said to myself.
"So, what are our seats?"
"I got the second row stage, third on the right."
My suspicions became certain.
"And who are the other two who are coming with us?"
The opera house boxes were for four!
"Alessandra and her husband. So you can avoid thinking tonight she's planning a wedding."
"All right, Grandma, I'm sorry."
I gave her a kiss on the withered white cheek. She smiled and we went outside to wait for the limo.
Grandma's limo, she was the one with the money, I was just the lucky guy who was gonna inherit a bunch of money when she passed away... it wasn't like I was pushing my grandmother to her grave. She was a wonderful old girl and when she died I was supposed to attend a lot of shareholder meetings, read prospectuses and attend board meetings and all the other crap that comes with a property of about two hundred million euros. No, it would have been better for grandma to live forever, it would have been great for me!
That's why, when she wanted to go to the opera, I was enlisted as her escort. It was a small price to pay... if you don't mind sitting for hours listening to Verdi or Paganini a couple of times a month. I had a little radio in my pocket and I could just put the earpiece on after Grandma got distracted.
She was strongly devoted to the classics, especially "La Traviata", which was what we would see (again!) that night.
We arrived at the opera house and that's when Grandma discovered herself.
"Oh, Miriam, darling!" "Look, Dario, it's Miriam, Alessandra's daughter."
A rather pretty girl of my age, radiating happiness, came towards us almost dancing. Well, casually might have been the best word, you know, when a girl comes up to you and wants to make a good impression on you? That kind of walk.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Conti, but my mother and father couldn't make it tonight."
Said Miriam staring at me the way a farmer stares at a pig he's thinking of buying!
"They gave me the tickets so I wouldn't leave you alone tonight. I hope you don't mind, because I love opera!"
"Oh, not at all, dear."
He greeted his grandmother.
"Miriam, this is my grandson, Dario, only son of my dear son Gerardo."
My father and mother had died in an accident when I was only two, my only memories of them were photographs and some old home movies.
"He's a good guy, he takes me to all these events."
"Nice to meet you, Miriam."
I said as I took her hand. You don't shake a woman's hand, you give her a brief grab and then let go.
Miriam gave me a squeeze while I was doing it, but I pretended she didn't have enough to notice.
"Did you bring an escort with you tonight?"
"My brother, Giordano."
Said Miriam nodding
"He's got to be here somewhere."
I knew Giordano by sight, we had attended the same school but he was four years older than me, he had moved with his family when I was about nine years old. "He's a cute little boy" I remember thinking at the time.
"Oh, I know Giordano."
Said Grandma.
"Ah, there he is! Oh, hi, Giordano!"
Grandma waved her hand at him.
Look, now I was interested! In case you're wondering why I wasn't giving Miriam (a pretty enough girl from a good family) something more than a little interest, it was the usual reason and the proof was in my gaze fixed on the copper-haired barrel approaching. Tuxedos at this level of society are always suitable for the wearer, but in Giordano's case they fit over and over! The jaw was smooth and strong, the nose perfectly shaped and proportioned and two penetrating steel colored eyes that would have stripped you with a glance, those teeth were perfect pearls.
Under that elegantly beautiful face was the body of an athlete, with strong arms, thin hips.
"Ah, Giordano, it's so good to see you afterwards, how much? Two years?"
Said Grandma.
"Something like that."
Giordano agreed, but his eyes were on me.
"Is this Dario?"
He gave Grandma a gentle handshake that wouldn't break a bubble. Consider Grandma's age.
"Yes, this is Dario. Giordano is Miriam's older brother."
He informed me and that was that.
"I'm very happy to meet you, Giordano."
I shook his hand. God, that was a killer's grip! He shook me, I held on, but I don't think he was trying to hurt me, I think he was just strong!
I shook my hand too, but he didn't seem to notice.
"It's time to get to our seats." Said Giordano to his grandmother.
"Yeah, let's go."
Grandma hung herself on his arm.
I couldn't help but bend Miriam's elbow and she melted on it like a poor quality mozzarella on the pizza, so I took courage and climbed the ladder with her to the stage. Luckily it was just a ramp or she could have dripped and stained my tuxedo, causing a dry clean before we arrived!
Grandma took over on the left as usual. Giordano, the escort she had kidnapped, sat next to her. I sat next to him, leaving Miriam on the far right.
My task was to have a brief chat with our comrades, and before Miriam could steal my attention, I said to Giordano, "So, Giordano, where do you go to college?"
"I graduated this year. In December, I actually missed a couple of classes and had to come back this year to finish, but..." and Miriam was neglected while I was enchanted.
Before Miriam could fool me, the music began and, as is tradition, all talk stopped.
The girl reached out her hand, grabbed mine and smiled at me when I looked at her, scared; I turned around and left my inert hand between hers, and after a while she abandoned it. She was not stupid, at that point she surrendered and I began to endure the travails and the stupid wandering of Violetta and her equally stupid love at first sight, Alfredo. Those two idiots had only looked at each other once and immediately fell in love lost. Which, when I think about it, may work in opera but not in real life, isn't it?
So I just stood there quietly, waiting for the first of the three acts to end, while I could talk to Giordano again.
I hadn't met him since we had grown up (if I had, I would have surely remembered!), his family had moved and this led him to live hundreds of miles away from me.
As I reflected, I felt my hand grab hold of him again. But this time it was the other hand!
I looked at it and saw that Giordano had put his hand on the armrest next to me. His fingers touched my back. I looked at him, he was staring at the stage. The next step was mine!
I moved my hand gently up and down, touching his fingertips. His face turned toward me and I responded to his gaze with a smile that he reciprocated, our hands tinkered briefly with each other and then they took each other.
In that position, I took a quick look at Grandma. As usual, she was enchanted by Violetta's travails, oh, the heartbreak of being a classy call girl in high society and of being adored by all men! Granny was hinting at singing with Violetta. I guess she identified with Violetta, because Grandma had been a strictly bourgeois girl when Grandpa found her. She could have been a call girl too, or whatever they called her then. Anyway, she had married grandfather and the days of deprivation were over forever.
Giordano looked at his sister on the other side and when my eyes met his again, he smiled and suggested a 'take a look' with a sort of shifting of eyes and eyebrows.
I did it and smiled. Lacara Miriam, who 'loves opera', had a thread running from her ear to her purse! Her eyes were closed and she was probably about to fall asleep!
Giordano's hand shook mine and I shook his. You can say a lot with your hand if you let it, he was talking for me and he was saying: yes, yes, yes!
However holding your hand, even if it's a good one, can become a bit dangerous and I was beginning to think about how I could untangle it from his before I was surprised and what I could do then, when Giordano took his hand out of mine.
I was surprised and looked at him (until that moment I had faked interest in the opera, Violetta had fainted for no good reason considering that Alfredo was madly in love with her, she was lying on the couch and he is pouring his heart into a romance for her), and I saw his hand come back and open mine. A hand might not be much and mean nothing, especially when listening to Verdi.
But his hand was wandering over mine like a bombing plane that was then going to hit the target, which was my leg.
Not too high, just above the knee, but with the fingers firmly fixed on the inside of the leg.
I took a look.
Grandma was more ecstatic than before. Miriam looked as if she had fallen asleep.
I smiled at him and waited to see what he would do.
A racing car ran up the inside of my thigh to my groin!
When he cupped the package, I made a loud gurgling sound that surprised me, and Grandma heard it, looked at me.
I panicked but she just went "shhh!" and looked back at the stage.
She hadn't tried to understand why I made that noise. Maybe she thought I burped!
Meanwhile, Giordano's hand was becoming intimately familiar with my horse.
I kept muffling my moans, but it was damn difficult.
Grandma could be so fascinated by the opera, Miriam could be so bored; would we go unnoticed?
Now Giordano's hand was on my draw, and his intention was obvious; he was about to open it!
"Damn it, Giordano!" I whispered, "Shouldn't we go out and do it?"
"Shhh!" was Grandma's only comment.
Giordano's lips got so close to my face, I thought he was going to kiss me. Instead, he whispered softly, "Relax, Dario. Where's your spirit of adventure?"
"Ooohhh!" It was all I could do by whispering.
Now he had unzipped his zipper and was tinkering inside. I wish I hadn't worn briefs, but damn it, who expects to get a blowjob at the opera? But Giordano got into it until he could get his hand into the lapels of his panties and then... "Ahh... ahhhhhh!" I said.
"Calm down, Dario."
Said the grandmother in a whisper.
"Stand still and let me enjoy the show."
If only he could understand who I was talking to! But Giordano was sitting a little bit forward and seemed to be following the show. Grandma had leaned against the backrest to talk to me and from there she couldn't see my groin. Anyway, she had no intention of seeing, she was just trying to get me to stop moaning and complaining.
So I bit my lips and stood still.
I remained silent while Giordano grabbed my cock and pulled it out into the open air, I stood still while his hand started moving up and down on my length, although now I had to grimace to resist.
I was able to keep my sigh of satisfaction quiet as I succumbed to the rhythm of his hand's movements on my penis, letting the old, familiar pleasures of masturbation make their way along my body to my brain, to nest there like old family friends, and they were very welcome.
I thought that would be it.
Giordano would have the satisfaction of masturbating and maybe I could do the same to him (I couldn't do it at that moment, not with him in that forward position, not without them noticing), and we could watch the rest of the work in the more relaxed state of two men who had emptied their balls.
Later, after seeing Grandma get back safely in her limousine, I could help Giordano get rid of his sister and then we could...
Giordano moved and only my iron will allowed me not to make a sound while his lips lowered to wrap my cock.
Now I was sure he was crazy, the crazy scion of a wealthy family that had thrown all his respectability to the wind.
There are many of them, they appear regularly in the tabloids, but this would be a new gossip. Doing it during "La Traviata!", Giordano must have been absolutely out of his mind!
But whatever state his mind was in, his mouth was completely under control. God, I hadn't had much sexual experience before, but this was the best blowjob I'd ever been given!
Maybe it was the public place, the chance to be surprised, to be humiliated, but I loved the feel of her lips on my cock, the way she sucked me, I realized that her movements were in tune with the music!
Every word Violetta recited as she expressed the opportunity or not to fall in love with Alfredo (Did she have a choice? Not if there would be opera!), Every note was a cue for Giordano to push my cock down his throat. If she would take a break, he would take a break, too, and it was as if the opera and the blowjob were integrated into one. As the music exploded, so did my passion, as the music faded, so did my desire diminished.
The music increased angrily then decreased, I continued with its swinging trend until the crescendo where I could barely minimize my passionate moans while choosing freedom, freedom! Or as he said, "Always free!" Clear, clear! Yes, yes, yes!
"Uuhhh... huhhhh!" was the sound I made as I reached my peak and spurted my sperm into Giordano's hungry throat and Violetta finished her romance amid the applause that shook the theatre.
Grandma couldn't hear me, she was too busy applauding.
I closed my eyes and let the fireworks explode behind my eyelids as I threw my sperm and Giordano swallowed it, finished while the lights were going up, hurriedly put my cock back in my pants and, having no time to close the zipper, held my hand on my groin in what I hoped was a relaxed position while Giordano straightened up.
"Wasn't that a good first act?"
Grandma asked Giordano.
"Adorable, ma'am."
Giordano told her honestly.
"I found it tasty." I said
"We'll see how the second act develops."
This was addressed to Giordano who picked up the reference and smiled.
"Miriam? Miriam, dear?" Said the grandmother on the way to the girl.
I took the opportunity to close the zipper.
Miriam was asleep despite the noise.
She had both ears plugged with earphones, the music had been turned up as loud as possible and you could hear the metallic sound of a heavy metal band.
"I'm so sorry, ma'am. I didn't get much sleep last night and I guess I'm more sleepy than I thought."
"It's all right, darling." Grandma said, "My driver could take you home and Dario, Giordano and I will enjoy the rest of the opera."
Miriam smiled with gratitude (since she certainly couldn't catch me) and went out gracefully.
This allowed there to be an empty place between us and grandma during the second and third acts, where we could 'play'.
I even dared to get down on my knees and suck Giordano's cock. Grandmother was too busy watching Alfredo's father convince Violetta to give up her son's affections for the sake of his social position, and she was weak enough to accept it, so I managed to find his penis and make him come before Alfredo told Violetta it was over.
The third act was a joy for me and Giordano, two exhausted lovers who were holding hands and waiting for the moment to come out.
We agreed to meet the next day and it was so that with a light heart, at the end of the opera, Violetta died of an unspecified illness and Alfredo crying by her side, we took our limousine and headed home.
"Did you have fun tonight, dear?" Grandma asked me.
"Yes, Grandma. But I wish you wouldn't try to arrange marriages anymore."
"But I know you better than anyone."
Grandma protested.
"Well, I guess so. But every time you've done it so far, it's been a complete disaster."
"Too bad. This time I thought Giordano was perfect for you. At least this time you didn't spend all night talking to the woman instead of the man I picked for you."
Astounded, I looked at my grandmother, suddenly as enigmatic as the Sphinx, and the limousine continued into the warm, dark night towards home.
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