Antonio Manero's Underwear Fetish

I met Antonio a few months back in New York. He arrived at my place and it had been pouring rain outside so he was drenched. I felt really bad: it was our first meeting and he looked like a wet rat. I offered him a towel and he undressed out of his dripping clothes and started to dry off. Before I knew it, standing before me was a lean, mean Italian kid with a big fat bulge in his wet tighty whitey briefs. I was in love! You see, Antonio looks like many of the Irish Italian kids I grew up with in New Orleans, whom I would have wet dreams about. He also reminded me of one of my first gay crushes: John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever.