Ah! Italy! Part 2
Yes, he was charismatic, but that alone can't describe it. Saying it was a seduction, doesn't explain it, either. How could I of so easily slipped into a sexual world that I knew nothing of before. I can still feel his mouth on me. I can still feel and see his tongue on my balls, his mouth on my cock, bringing me to the most incredible, shaking orgasms. Fuck, that first encounter, feeling his huge heavy dick slapping and rubbing against mine. Seeing his cum on me, white and sticky. No, this was something deeper. Quickly craving his seed, tasting it, feeling it make me light headed and addicted.
That afternoon spent in his hotel room. Our girls away shopping, or so I had thought. It was a whirlwind, a blur, naked, gay sex, exploring and pleasuring each other. I knew I should of left, I tried to, I was about to and then the sound of a door opening. My heart stopped, surely I was caught, surely this would be the end of life as I knew it. Again, no, as I scrambled to cover myself up, my Italian friend just layed there, tan and naked on the white sheet. It was not my wife, though. It wasn't his girl, either. It was a young hotel worker. Without a sign on the door, he walked in to do his duties, but found two men in bed. I couldn't believe how my friend beckoned to him, so open and confident. Then I could see it in the young man's eyes. Europe, Italians, while so similar, so different also. I could see his interest. Maybe he was gay and the sight of that big cock was too much to resist. Maybe it was the prospect of getting his dick sucked. With a quick glqnce back at the door, his decision was made. I still find it incredible, but he quickly started to strip off his clothes and got onto the bed, offering his young cock to us.
I had become helpless to it all. The romance of Italy, the free and open sex and sexual nature of it all. My friend and I took turns sucking his young, impossible hard cock. Holding it at the base, he offered it to me. It glistened with his saliva, gorgeous, hard and throbbing. I put my mouth on it without thinking, without hesitation. Dick was new, it was exciting and overpowering. I so quickly became to hunger for it and to feel it spurt it's creamy load. Something about, it, indescribable. The urge to taste cum. I saw him now offer his huge semi erect cock to the hotel worker. Fuck, what a horny, incredible sight! A beautiful, handsome younger man, licking and lapping at that enormous prick. I could feel my orgasm building, could I possible cum again? I felt like a teenager, able to give cum shot after cum shot.
By choice or by instruction, the young man moved to his hands and knees, his mouth still stuffed with cock. Wonderful, loud, lewd sucking sounds filled the room. His ass in the air, I had never thought a male could look that, make me feel like that. Smooth, shapley, almost feminine. I was drawn to it, I wanted it. I wanted to make love to it, to lick it, to fuck it. Just pure urge and lust and sexual desire. That little ass, I ran my hands over it and he ached his back, exposing his opening for me. So sexy, the dark brown folds, his tight, full balls. So new, but so alluring, so appealing. I dove my face between his cheeks, like I had with women, so many times before. My cock spilled pre cum when I felt his hole on my tongue. I moaned for it, for him, and licked his asshole. Gripping his ass with my hands, feeling it, squeezing it and pulling him open. His groans and moans, escaping his cock filled mouth, urged me on. I felt so close to cumming, so turned on, such an incredible feeling.
I thought to myself, "I'm goimg to fuck him." It wasn't gay sex, it wasn't straight sex, it was just plain primal, incredible sex. I could imagine how good his tight little hole would feel. Then he rolled onto his back and I heard the words, "make me cum." Sucking that huge, sexy dick was such I turn on, I knew that. I knew the urgency and desire he must of been feeling, as I had. I wanted him to feel that incredible release, that incredible pleasure. I mostly just selfishly wanted his sperm. I sucked him and as his back arched and muscles tightened, he gave me his thick, powerful, young load. Moaning, as he continued to suck on the enormous head of my friend's dick. Gosh, I moaned too. That tingle, that light headed feeling from swallowing cum return, making me again feel so wonderful and so complete. What an unknown and amazing thing, to make him cum and feel his warm jizz flood into my mouth. I gentley sucked and lapped at his balls, watching as he sucked eagerly on my friend's tip. He stroked himself, I could imagine that young man's thrill and anticipation of receiving his that big cock's cum load. I even felt jealous. My friend moaned out, his legs shook as he squeezed out his cum for an eager, hunger, young open mouth. Sexy, white cum on his lips and cheek. The look on his face, pure ecstasy. Just so incredible.
I layed back and watched as they now sucked me. The younger one, so wonderful, so bold, rubbed my asshole with his fingers. I had had girls rub me before, even lick me, but his touch, a male's touch was so much more erotic. I came so hard and watched as they licked it up. The look in my friend's eyes, I felt so an urge, we both did. We kissed and tasted sperm on each other's lips.
Strangely, my thoughts of getting caught had disppeared, but now returned. The young worker and I dressed and left the hotel room. I never saw him again. Yet, thoughts of him, of that encounter, never left me. As I walked to my own room, I felt so wonderfully intoxicated. Cum drunk, I would later hear it discribed.
That afternoon spent in his hotel room. Our girls away shopping, or so I had thought. It was a whirlwind, a blur, naked, gay sex, exploring and pleasuring each other. I knew I should of left, I tried to, I was about to and then the sound of a door opening. My heart stopped, surely I was caught, surely this would be the end of life as I knew it. Again, no, as I scrambled to cover myself up, my Italian friend just layed there, tan and naked on the white sheet. It was not my wife, though. It wasn't his girl, either. It was a young hotel worker. Without a sign on the door, he walked in to do his duties, but found two men in bed. I couldn't believe how my friend beckoned to him, so open and confident. Then I could see it in the young man's eyes. Europe, Italians, while so similar, so different also. I could see his interest. Maybe he was gay and the sight of that big cock was too much to resist. Maybe it was the prospect of getting his dick sucked. With a quick glqnce back at the door, his decision was made. I still find it incredible, but he quickly started to strip off his clothes and got onto the bed, offering his young cock to us.
I had become helpless to it all. The romance of Italy, the free and open sex and sexual nature of it all. My friend and I took turns sucking his young, impossible hard cock. Holding it at the base, he offered it to me. It glistened with his saliva, gorgeous, hard and throbbing. I put my mouth on it without thinking, without hesitation. Dick was new, it was exciting and overpowering. I so quickly became to hunger for it and to feel it spurt it's creamy load. Something about, it, indescribable. The urge to taste cum. I saw him now offer his huge semi erect cock to the hotel worker. Fuck, what a horny, incredible sight! A beautiful, handsome younger man, licking and lapping at that enormous prick. I could feel my orgasm building, could I possible cum again? I felt like a teenager, able to give cum shot after cum shot.
By choice or by instruction, the young man moved to his hands and knees, his mouth still stuffed with cock. Wonderful, loud, lewd sucking sounds filled the room. His ass in the air, I had never thought a male could look that, make me feel like that. Smooth, shapley, almost feminine. I was drawn to it, I wanted it. I wanted to make love to it, to lick it, to fuck it. Just pure urge and lust and sexual desire. That little ass, I ran my hands over it and he ached his back, exposing his opening for me. So sexy, the dark brown folds, his tight, full balls. So new, but so alluring, so appealing. I dove my face between his cheeks, like I had with women, so many times before. My cock spilled pre cum when I felt his hole on my tongue. I moaned for it, for him, and licked his asshole. Gripping his ass with my hands, feeling it, squeezing it and pulling him open. His groans and moans, escaping his cock filled mouth, urged me on. I felt so close to cumming, so turned on, such an incredible feeling.
I thought to myself, "I'm goimg to fuck him." It wasn't gay sex, it wasn't straight sex, it was just plain primal, incredible sex. I could imagine how good his tight little hole would feel. Then he rolled onto his back and I heard the words, "make me cum." Sucking that huge, sexy dick was such I turn on, I knew that. I knew the urgency and desire he must of been feeling, as I had. I wanted him to feel that incredible release, that incredible pleasure. I mostly just selfishly wanted his sperm. I sucked him and as his back arched and muscles tightened, he gave me his thick, powerful, young load. Moaning, as he continued to suck on the enormous head of my friend's dick. Gosh, I moaned too. That tingle, that light headed feeling from swallowing cum return, making me again feel so wonderful and so complete. What an unknown and amazing thing, to make him cum and feel his warm jizz flood into my mouth. I gentley sucked and lapped at his balls, watching as he sucked eagerly on my friend's tip. He stroked himself, I could imagine that young man's thrill and anticipation of receiving his that big cock's cum load. I even felt jealous. My friend moaned out, his legs shook as he squeezed out his cum for an eager, hunger, young open mouth. Sexy, white cum on his lips and cheek. The look on his face, pure ecstasy. Just so incredible.
I layed back and watched as they now sucked me. The younger one, so wonderful, so bold, rubbed my asshole with his fingers. I had had girls rub me before, even lick me, but his touch, a male's touch was so much more erotic. I came so hard and watched as they licked it up. The look in my friend's eyes, I felt so an urge, we both did. We kissed and tasted sperm on each other's lips.
Strangely, my thoughts of getting caught had disppeared, but now returned. The young worker and I dressed and left the hotel room. I never saw him again. Yet, thoughts of him, of that encounter, never left me. As I walked to my own room, I felt so wonderfully intoxicated. Cum drunk, I would later hear it discribed.
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