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'Can Pino Maddaloni Be My Boyfriend?'

I am an Italian judoboy and I write to you because I have for two years now been loving in my heart of hearts the judoka Pino (Giuseppe) Maddaloni. The first time that I was seeing him was at the Olympic Games of the year 2000, when he won the gold medal and brought great pride to my country and to Italians all over the world.

Many beautiful photos of him were put up in different places of the World Wide Web, and the television stations showed interviews and videos of his victory over Tiago Camillo, and in all of them he was the most handsome man I had ever seen or even hoped to dream about. To see him in the white judogi, at the very best of his masculinity, his body brown like Italian sandstone, it is too much!


I myself am only a judoka of the orange belt, but I adore judo since was a child and my father made me take the lessons because I was having difficulties at school (there were bully boys that I had to fight). Even though I am not even in the near place to the greatness of Pino Maddaloni with all his might and skill, I am dreaming every night of being his agreeable uke, letting him do everything to me that his heart desires and his body tells him, letting him seal me in many holds and strangles so that I am totally at his mercy and humbled in his presence. This is my fantasy, and I am hoping with great fervor that you will make this dream a reality for me.

The greatest moment of my short life (I am twenty-one years) was when there was a clinic of judo in Milano and the guest was, of course, my Pino himself! Even though I do not live near our capital city, and I was supposed to working all of that day, I could not look at the opportunity in front of me and say no. This is when I was finally able to meet the man of my inner pleasure in the flesh, to touch him and smell him and talk to him, and it is an experience that even now I cannot believe was real for me.

He was wearing his blue and white judogi reversible which is made by Adidas (they have the sexy stripes), and had made it blue for this occasion. Because these are the judogis that he loves and knows, I also have them, one white and one blue. It is my fondest wish to be so much like Pino, and to experience all that he does. On that day, I was dressed in my white Adidas gi, and so I felt very close to him, like his brother but even more. I was very happy when he commented that we had the same tastes in judogi!

It is hard for me to express the moments that were to follow. The judo clinic had seemed to attract a good many people from different places, who all were waiting to learn from the master, Pino Maddaloni, and maybe even to get his autograph and a picture taken. But the biggest gift of all was given to me because I was allowed to have randori with him, standing for the throws but also on the ground. When I realized that this was really happening, my body was stirring with strange feelings and sensations of confusion and joy. My mouth became dry as he approached me, smiling like the sun and holding out his arms to me, saying ‘come closer’ with his brown eyes of soft beauty. The pit of my belly fluttered with butterflies to be in this perfect scene with my man, and my legs felt heavy as I bowed to him for the beginning.

This is when he told me that we were the same in our favorite Adidas judogis and—poof!—my nervous feeling disappeared into the air. For the first minute I was in a dream, and then I was filled with the concentration, and I attempted to burn my brain with the sight of his body and his face as we danced together over the mat. I tried to throw him with ippon-seoi-nage with the hips...

I failed of course, but this led to one of the greatest moments of all, because then Pino stopped and started to show me how to make the technique go with proper speed and execution. Ten times he repeated this, and ten times his back side rubbed my front and I became aware of my erection. Dio mio! I was hard!

After this, it was my duty to repeat his sweet movements back to him. When I did this he said that this was an improvement, and I felt proud that Pino Maddaloni was giving me the encouragement and the praise, and I loved him even more than ever. It was at this time that the tachi-waza standing came to the end of its day, but I was glad of this because I was afraid that the hard manhood in my trousers would be seen by him if we kept fighting together.

The next thing that happened was that there was a demonstration of the judo work for use on the ground. I knelt down with the many other judoka from other parts of the world and watched my life’s hero dominate and submit his opponent in many different ways. He took him in yoko-shiho-gatame, kami-shiho-gatame, okuri-eri-jime and hadaka-jime, and my body was aching at the end of the performance, longing that would do the same to me.
   


You can imagine how the excitement was for me when again Pino chose me to be the one to feel his body with its hard muscles and smell his skin like coconut oil. After the occurrence of the randori, and the erection in my judogi, I was uncertain about what courses of action I should take, but I could not reject this beautiful man. In my soul I knew that I must take the chances of my life, and enjoy the sensations and morbidity for as long as they would last between us.

How can I tell you? What shall I say? Pino Maddaloni is the greatest judoka in the world. His body was shown to me as we fought hard. The black belt came off and the jacket was opened for all to see, but he did not put it back on and continued with the game. He was playing with me, I know, and not trying his hardest to make me give up so that I had good chance to beat him, but the more difficult I made my attempt, the greater strength and skill was applied by him against me. For twenty-five seconds he hugged me tight with tate-shiho-gatame, and the erection of my manhood became strong and hot. When I was submitted, he allowed me to catch him in yoko-shiho-gatame. I did not dare to stroke and caress his private parts, but my hand was so close that it provided me with great satisfaction.

At the final minute, I was climbing between Pino’s legs, and before I knew it I could not see anymore. His hard legs went around my neck and my arm was pulled between them too: sankaku-jime. For a few moments my face complete was pushed into the place I had been afraid to touch with my hand, and I felt his sex parts against my nose and mouth as he began to strangle me and make me give up.

It was the most erotic event of my entire life until this moment today, and I think of it often as I masturbate. I was aware then that I was in love with Pino, and want him for myself, to play with me as he played with me on that morning in Milano.

I have sent many letters and e-mails to him in the year that has followed the beautiful clinic, but he does not answer them for me. I think that this is because he is too important to answer them himself, and so the webmaster of his site or someone else who is not him writes to me to tell me thank you for my message, but no answer from Pino at all.

He has not been conducting any more of the judo sequences like the one that I have already attended. I do not know what he is doing, or even if I will ever see him again.

But I must see him again, because I shared a tenderness with him, a great and special erotic feeling, and I believe that he was interested in me because of his way with me at the clinic.

This is my story, and this is my question also—can Pino Maddaloni be my boyfriend? Will you arrange to make this come true for me? I know that you are the only web site in the world for gay judoboys like me, and it is the great hope that you will have the power to contact him when I can only reach the men who are his representatives. My heart is lonely for the touch of his body again on my body, and the sound of his voice, and the look of his face. Can you please make it live for me again?

Aaron's Answer to Your Problem: Pino Maddaloni Isn't Gay—Be Thankful for Your Once-in-a-Lifetime Experience!

Lucky guy! You actually got to grapple with the elusive Italian Stallion himself! However, the downside is that, rather than acting as the highpoint of, and conclusion to, a long-standing crush, this momentous encounter seems merely to have exacerbated your lust for this unattainable icon.

That’s right—I said unattainable. Believe me, I’ve got no desire to be a wet blanket, but for such an ardent Maddaloni fan, you seem to be ignorant (accidentally or by design) of a pretty important fact: Pino isn’t gay. His latest girlfriend is fellow judoka Ylenia Scapin—and she wasn’t the first. So even if we were somehow able to bypass the all the red tape you describe and send word to Mr Perfect of your feelings, he physically wouldn’t be able to respond to them!

Don’t feel bad; you’ve been fortunate enough to realize your fantasies to a degree most people never experience. And the great thing is that it’s an event you get to replay whenever you feel like it, in the mental movie theater of memory, for as long you live. That’s got to be something worth smiling about, right?

Having a crush on a sports star is perfectly normal, and a great way to let off sexual steam. But if you haven’t already done so, I’d suggest that you begin to look around for another gay guy to lavish your affections on, someone who you can wake up next to each morning, someone you can share your life with. That way you get to have two guys at once: one for the bathroom, and one for the bedroom!

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