Paolo's Story, pt. 1



Paolo's Story, pt. 1, where Paolo causes trouble by stealing, but in
the end has something stolen from him, his heart. By J. Pardo
libguy3@yahoo.com

It was a dark and stormy night when Paolo made his discovery. He was a
no-good rotten bum, and he had to change.  His chance encounter with
Tara, as he was passing the Gymnasts Academy, made him realize how
lonely he was.  Having everything handed to him did not make for
happiness. It made him greedy, and he expected things to always go his
way, but she changed all that.

Paolo was 25, his mother was the famous inventor of a protective airbag
which surrounded the vehicle on the outside, saving all the passengers
and the car as well. She was paid handsomely for this, and Paolo never
wanted for anything. He was bored and decided to bring some excitement
into his life.

Walking through a neighborhood in Genoa, he passed by an apparrel shop
with beautiful outfits prominently displayed in the windows. It was too
much of a temptation, so after the owner, a very large, muscular man,
left, he broke into the shop.  Trying to be as silent as possible, he
crept around seeking something his size.  He spotted a nice suit,
worthy of Amani, and grabbed it from the rack.  He turned around and
felt something brush by his shoe.  He lifted his shoe intending to
stomp whatever it was, when he was thrown back 4 feet some unknown
force.  He looked up in time to see a muscular-looking rat staring at
him.  It approached with deadly determination, but Paolo did not give
it a chance to get near.  He ran, with suit in hand, out the door and
did not look back.  He made a left turn and kept running.  With the
suit flapping in front of him, he did not notice as someone was leaving
the Academy.  

Paolo felt the pain as he collided with someone or something. "Uuf,"
someone said, "Ow, my arm! I think it's broke." 

Paolo stopped in his tracks. He had knocked down the most beautiful
woman he had ever seen.  He could see she was in extreme pain, her arm
bent at an unusual angle.  "My lady, I am so sorry," he said with
sincere apology.  "How can I help?"

"Get me to the hospital, QUICKLY!" she demanded, "it's a block down the
street."

Without thinking he wrapped her in the suit, and carried her to the
hospital. He must have been on an adrenalin rush because she weighed
over 200 pounds.  200 pounds of solid muscle.

He barged into St. Amator's. "This lady needs help!," he yelled.

An kindly looking older man took her gently from him. The man must have
been quite strong, because he made didn't strain as he lifted her.

Paolo's arms felt dead. The adrenalin had run its course and he was
exhausted. He was asleep when someone roughly shook him awake.

"Hey kid!" Franco yelled, "why did you steal from me?"

"Huh?" Paolo feigned ignorance, "what are you talking about?

"Don't try to fool me. Dr. Amator recognized my handiwork, and my label
in the jacket", Franco explained.  "He called me wanting to order one
just like it when I told him there was only one in the store. He said
'not any more', and told me that you brought Tara in with it. I've
known Tara a long time and she never mentioned going with anyone, so I
ask you again "WHY DID YOU STEAL FROM ME?"  He lifted Paolo up by his
neck, being cafeful not to choke him.

"I was bored. Hey I got the money to pay for it," he said defiantly.

"The money's not important. You broke into my shop, making it
suseptable to more theft.  Luckily, my wife arrived shortly after I
called her, to protect the place.  You don't want to mess with my wife,
she's bigger than I am," Franco said.

"Like I said, I'm good for it. My Mom invented the Protectall AirBag
and she's rich," Paolo bragged.

"I know about your Mom, so that means you must be Paolo," Franco
reasoned. "Let me get Dr. Amator."

Franco left to discuss Paolo's situation, giving Paolo an opportunity
to escape, but he did not.  Instead, he sought out Tara. He inquired of
the duty shift nurse, and was told that Tara was in room 5, down the
hall, second on the left.

Paolo boldly walked in her room just as she was putting on her gown.
She turned around and screamed.

"Please forgive me!" Paolo said quickly, "I just wanted to come in and
apologize, I should have knocked first." He stared at her muscular
body, even under her gown he could tell that she was lovely and large.

"What are you staring at?" Tara said defensively

"Someone very beautiful," Paolo said, then blushed. 

"Beautiful? Not some monstrosity?" Tara said with less edge to her
voice.

"Monstrosity? Never! You are a goddess," Paolo spoke boldly.

"Then come and worship me!" she commanded.

Uneasily, Paolo stepped further into the room, she flexed her large
16in biceps which strained the fabric of her gown. He cautiously
approached her and touched her left bicep. She responded by flexing
harder and causing the fabric to tear.  Now Paolo was feeling her tight
bicep skin directly, and his penis involuntarily responded.

She was pleased to get this reaction. "Who are you, and why are you
here?"

Clearly, Tara did not recognize him. He decided to not mention his
earlier involvement. "My name is Paolo Bolo. I saw your plight and
followed you here," he stretched the truth to near breaking.

"Why did you apologize?" Tara asked. 

"I apologize for being so forward," he quickly responded.

"Come forward again," Tara said with a small grin.

Although she was 18, Tara had never dated. She spent most of her time
at the Academy, perfecting her skills, and weightlifting.  She came by
these muscles naturally (with a little help from Lizade), and was proud
to show them off.  She never dated because of a bad experience she had
when she was 13.  She went out with some friends from Middle School,
when they met up with a group of boys at a local park.  She had been at
the Gymnast Academy for a few years, and had done some strength
training. She was the largest in her group. The boys took every
opportunity to berate her looks, calling her a freak, or a monster. She
vented her frustration by charging after the largest boy and knocking
him down. He struggled with her and managed to hit her a few times in
the breasts and stomach.  He regretted hitting her rock-hard stomach,
causing his hand to swell.  She retaliated by spinning him over and
sitting on his back, bending his knees so that his legs where almost to
the breaking point. He started crying, begging her to release him,
which she did.  She got off of him, only to be tackled by several of
his friends. She could not fight off all of them, and several gave her
a beating, until her friends scratched and clawed the boys until they
ran away.

Tara never forgot that experience, and vowed to become strong and excel
in self-defense so that it would never happen again. She worked on her
body for years, building her strength and endurance. She was doing very
well until today, when some inconsiderate jerk, holding a jacket
broad-sided her.

Tara had let her guard down, and allowed Paolo to touch her. His touch
felt wonderful, and so did his compliments. She let him touch her other
places. 

He was lost in the feel of her. He let his hands travel to the deep
crevices of her back, and she offered no resistance. He massaged her
lats, enjoying the muscular ripples beneath. He traced her deltoids,
taking advantage of the opportunity to get closer to her. He reached
around and grabbed her large breasts, and began palpatating them. Tara
moaned. The door banged open. 

"YOU!" Franco said. "Get away from her."  He grabbed Paolo by the neck
and said, "first you steal from me, then you run into her causing her
to break her arm, now your raping her. What kind of man are you?" 

"I, I, can explain," Paolo said desparately. His one chance to love was
slipping through his fingers. "Just let me go."

"It better be good," Franco demanded.

Paolo started shaking. "Man, you don't know what its like. My mom's
stinking rich, and she spends money like there's no end. She gives me
everything, but she can't give me love." Paolo was crying
uncontrollably.  He ran out of the room. Franco made no effort to
follow.

The storm that came up that night reflected his mood, dark and 
frightening. He didn't know what would become of him. He knew he was in
a bunch of trouble, but he was too scared to go back.  There was a
knock on the door. His mother answered it. He expected hysterical
crying, but heard laughter instead. He peaked outside his bedroom door,
there was Tara.

"It's good to see you again, Paolo," she exclaimed.

"But," was all that he could say. She ran to him and kissed him
passionately. His mother left them alone.

"Why?" he asked confused.

"Why not?" she answered.

"I lied to you. I was the one who hurt you. I was the one who stoled
from the shopowner," Paolo confessed.  Tara put her hand on his mouth.

"Enough, we know all about it," she said, "you were bored and scared.
Franco (that's the dear shopowner) has his suit back and is not
pressing charges. My arm is healed, as you can see," she flexed hard
for him and he could see no evidence of damage, "and I forgive you."

"I don't deserve this," he said visibly moved. "I don't deserve you."

"Let me be the judge of that. You touched my heart. No one has ben able
to do that for many years. You appreciate my efforts in building this
body, and I'm lonely too," she said, hugging him close.

He heard his mom yell, "I'm going to the store, you two have a good
time. He hadn't realized it, but his mom understood.  He needed this
time together privately. 

"Continue where you left off," she ordered.

He went behind her and sensually pressed himself close again. He was
gentle as he squeezed her breasts, and felt her responding.

"Harder," she demanded.

He put extra effort into the pressure, until she cried for him to stop.
"Aargh, that feel so good, do you have any condoms? I want to be safe."

He opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out a box of unopened
Trojans. That unopened box, opened her heart. She knew he wasn't lying
to her. He was waiting for the day to use them, and this was his lucky
day.

"This is my first time, and I want to be in control," she demanded.

"How can I refuse a goddess?" he replied.

"Take out three or four condoms, I got a feeling that this will be a
long night," she said lustily.

When his mother returned, she heard grunts and moans coming from his
bedroom, but wisely said nothing. She knew how sad her son was, maybe
this would brighten his mood. His girl was lovely, she wondered where
he ran into her.  Around 11 O'clock, she quietly went to bed, not
wanting to disturb them.

This concludes part one of Paolo's Story. Part two concludes the Story
with Paolo taking up a trade and saving the world from destruction.