Jacopo leaned against the lamp post and rolled a cigarette as he watched the big ship pull into the harbor. The war was over and the enemy had been defeated. Trade had restarted almost immediately. Everyone wanted a fast recovery, the rich wanted to be richer and the poor just wanted jobs. Jacopo lit his cigarette and tossed the black match away. He took a deep drag of the crackling red tobacco. He savored the taste of the smoke as it crossed over his tongue and blew out his nose.
"How much?" he heard someone behind him ask in a strange accent. He turned around and a young sailor cautiously took a nervous step back.
"What?" Jacopo growled as he gave the sailor a hard stare.
"I, uhm...sorry, I must be having a mistake," the young sailor stuttered. "I was looking for a man called Jax. He knows my friend Adomo."
"Yeah. I'm here. Whatcha got, kid?"
The young sailor held out a few foreign coins and a carton of cigarettes. He must be very eager, thought Jacopo.
"Follow me," ordered Jacopo.
Jacopo flicked his cigarette into a puddle in the road and walked down the cobblestone street about half a block. He ran up a small flight of steps to an old overgrown park area surrounded by the ruins of bombed-out homes. Here walked a few more yards, past more damage and the debris of war. He took a twirl as the young sailor tried to catch up with him. Jacopo remembered how beautiful this area was -full of flowers and fashions. He lowered his head, stuffed his hands in his pockets and frowned.
He led the sailor to a building that was abandoned; a note on the door stating it was scheduled to be demolished to make way for a warehouse. The sailor stopped cold as Jacopo unlatched the door and started to go in.
"If I was going to rob you, I'd have done it way back there. Are you in or out?" Jacopo asked him.
The sailor hesitated. Jacopo yanked at his belt and flicked at the button of his pants. He stared at the young sailor as he slowly pulled down his zipper. He stopped halfway, exposing his hairy crotch and the root of his thick cock. The sailors eyes widened and tip of his tongue appeared between his full red lips. Jacopo walked inside. The sailor looked around and then rushed in after him.
Jacopo leaned against a wall unbuttoning his shirt. It hung open exposing his hairy muscled chest.
"You like?"
The sailor handed him the coins and the cigarettes. Jacopo stuffed them in his deep jacket pockets. The sailor took of his cap and pulled off his uniform top, placing it over a broken chair. He ran his hand over his smooth lean muscled torso as Jacopo let his trousers fall to his knees, exposing his long thick cock.
The sailor walked up to him and ran his hands over Jacopo's massive hairy chest. He pinched at the big nips. Jacopo ran a big meaty hand over the large tattoo covering one side of the sailor's chest, running over his shoulder and upper arm.
"I am Berno. Call me the name Berno," the sailor begged as Jacopo twisted his tatted nip.
"You like my big cock, Berno?" Jacopo asked as the young sailor reached for the big floppy meat.
Berno grunted with satisfaction as his hand caressed up and down the girthy cock. His hand pushed against Jacopo's chest as he bent down slightly, staring at the big man's horse-like cock.
"It is bigger than Adomo described it. So big. A stallion's cock." Berno hoarsely whispered. He licked his bottom lip and looked up at Jacopo. "Fucking huge. I need this cock."