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Francesco went into
the meticulous details of his sex life and Rosario did the
same when he pulled some hot young guy. They had one
thing in common when it came to their prey; they both
searched out youth. They both went after twenty-year-olds. “Listen Alex, shall we do this tomorrow?” “Yeah, I’ve got no plans tomorrow evening; if you
want we can meet.”
“Ok, tomorrow at eight, same place.” They exchanged mobile numbers.
He was thinking that it had been a pity since he would gladly have had some fun with Alex; he really was quite sexy, just once though. Rosario was like that, when he met someone that he liked, he would strike the iron hot but he would strike only once. He had no interest in long, drawn out relations and he would concede a second meeting only if his potential lay was exceptionally hot and young. He had always liked them to be around twenty, even when he had been younger than that himself, when he was a sex-discovering fifteen-year-old. He had little idea of how to behave with anyone older than that and he was even incapable of having sexual relations with people his age. Even worse, he hated people older than himself; he couldn’t stand them and called them ‘ancient’. One time when someone had pointed out to him that when he did this he was really calling himself ancient, he regretted it but felt he could do nothing to change the way he felt. At seven o’clock he thought it best to be ready and present in case he came early. He glanced around at the
    people passing and thought to himself, If that’s him? He’s not bad. Alas 'he' passed by without stopping. Ah, maybe it’s this guy, he’s slowing down and looking, oh shit I hope it isn’t though, not my type at all... But they all kept on
    walking, it was seven-thirty and Lorenzo still hadn’t turned
    up. Maybe he’s hidden somewhere over there watching me, thinking that he doesn’t like the look of me, maybe I’m not his type and then he’s about to leave me standing here like some kind of big idiot. I’ll phone him.
    “Hello? I’m coming! Just trying to park!”
    Another ten interminable minutes and from the middle distance approached a tall, bounding man. Rosario watched him but hoped it wasn’t him; despite his height he was completely bald and wearing glasses…not really attractive.
    “Rosario?”
“Lorenzo?”
“Let’s sit.”
They found a bench and sat.
    Mamma mia, how ugly he is, thought Rosario. We’ll talk for a bit then I’ll tell him to sod off. ”
    He was nearly three inches taller than Rosario, thin and well muscled. Then when he started to speak, Rosario listened, entranced. His voice was even more beautiful than he remembered it from their conversation on the phone.
    “What shall we talk about?”
“Well seeing as we’re not here to quiz each other, I’d say we can just chat without actually planning it, can’t we? How old are you?”
“I think I told you on the phone, I’m 24 and I’m in my third year at Uni studying engineering.”
“How come you wrote that 'Just want to meet someone with a minimum of” line on the forum?”
“What? Haven’t you seen the crap on the rest of that forum? Everybody on it is just looking for a cheap fuck. It’s all 'How big are you?' and 'What’s your type?' and shit like that, nothing else. It might be a gay site but, fuck; there are other things to talk about...”
“Like?”
“Don’t know, anything else, like trying to get to know people a little better psychologically or...like, talking about music or cinema or any other kind of bullshit instead of just asking each other about their girth or length.”
His mobile rang and he got up and walked a little way off as he answered it. Rosario was checking him out
    and couldn’t help admiring his statuesque physique. Hell. He was thinking, Why does he have to have such a plain face? And then the glasses. Rosario could stand guys with
    glasses, to say nothing of baldness. From what he could hear, it sounded like