Luca looked up at Alberto as his now husband began stripping.
"Aspettare, wh-what are you doing?" Luca cried, blushing like crazy. "Wh-what's the rush to take off your clothes?"
"Welp, nothing's gonna work unless your pantaloncini and biancheria intimaare removed," Alberto said. "Even I know shit like that and I never went to school."
"But I don't understand! There's no way sex between two males can make a child or two!" Luca cried. "I learned it in school! When a woman releases her egg, then the man's sperm fertilises it, which develops into a foetus, which then develops into a baby, and then eventually is born out of the mother's womb a.k.a. the vagina's birth canal."
"Yeah, yeah. That's too damn much," Alberto said. "I'm sure there's a way we could make it work. There's gotta be."
"But how?" Luca said.
"It's probably a fucking Bruno. That's what that school wants you to believe," Alberto said. "Remember, don't listen to assholes like Bruno. They're just gonna drag you down."
"But I know these things!" Luca said. "Ask around Portorosso and they'll all tell you the exact same thing. So who are you to say it isn't true?"
Alberto sat up, now having only his penis bare. "I'm not saying it isn't true. What I'm trying to say is that assholes like Bruno are telling you that you can't at least try to have sex with me. I mean, you never know. We could be blessed, although I don't believe in shit like that. But anything can happen if you want it too." He grabbed Luca and laid him down on the bed. "Silenzio, Bruno," he said. "Facciamo un salto di qualità con questa merda."
Luca was then forced to do the same, but he liked it for some reason. It gave him pleasure and freedom he's never felt before, and hot damn, it felt nice.
