Ah! Italy!
It was a dream vacation. Older now, we had talked about going of and on, but the time never seemed right. Now, finally, we were on our way. Having been married for years, we still enjoyed each other, but also knew the value of a little time alone. That is were this incredible story begins...
The Italian coast; sea, sun, surf and the salty air, it aways seems to heighten people's sexual desire, mine included.
Before our trip, friends and internet advice sources told us to be open to new things and new people. To "make friends" with locals and do things the "local" way. Right away, we met a couple. They were Italian, but also on vacation, and staying at the same beach resort. My wife and the other man's wife, hit it off. Both were shoppers in the extreme, perfect for me, as I am not. That left just the guys to explore the beaches, some of which were topless. He even said, away from the ladies, that he had heard of some nude beach areas near by, if I was so inclined.
They were younger than us, but it wasn't too noticable a difference. We have stayed in shape and still looked pretty good for our age. When he suggested the beach, I was in. Quickly, the American and European ways were clear and clearly different. He undressed on the beach. Clearly confident, he wore a small, tight swimsuit where as I was wearing my usual long boardshorts. He laughed, calling me modest. A quick glance told me he had every reason not to be. We swam in the ocean and layed on the sand and had a few drinks at the local beach bar. Feeling good, feeling the warm sun, we headed towards a more "European" beach. From what I saw, that meant, less clothes and more sexual behavior. It was impossible not to get caught up in the free and lively atmosphere. Beautiful bodies and more drinks had us talking openly about things I usaully would of been more reserved about. While he didn't say he and his wife were in an open relationship, he certainly let me think they might be. Also, while he did not say he had been with guys before, he didn't hide his opinion when he saw a handsome, fit guy, either. More drinks and feeling so fine, my guard was down and my eyes wondered. Tan, beautiful people, there are few things that make me hornier. Girls in tiny bikini's, fit shapely women seeing and being seen.
With the sun still high and beating down, we knew we should be heading back soon. He suggested an outdoor shower to rinse off. The semi-private showers were lined up and seemed to be everywhere. When he suggested we shared one, I thought nothing of it. Probably just a courtesy to other's, I thought, no need to take up two. Walking behind a partition, he stripped out of his suit got under the stream of water. I did not, again much to his amusement. "Come on, man" he said, in his best American accent. I don't know why, maybe from being called out or maybe from the alcohol, I took off my shorts and got under the water also. I tried not to look, but I guess I was curious. His thick, hanging, dark dick swung seductively from side to side as he moved. His smooth, tan balls looking enormous. "Italians" I thought, he was impressive though. As he let the water hit his shoulders, he moaned softly and grabbed a handful of himself. I looked at him, surprised, but his eyes were closed. I looked down again and this time saw that his cock had become swollen.
I had never been near a man with an erection. Strangley, and as much as I tried not to, my cock began to swell also. I should of left, everything in me told me to leave, but I didn't. Even when someone walked in and saw us and then quickly left, still I stayed. The Italian coast, the sun, the surf, the day spent drinking, heightening my sexual appetite. He was close, as we stood under the shower heads streams of pulsing water. He turned, as if innocently, and brushed his erection against me. I was light headed and rock hard now. How could I be so turned on? I wondered. Somehow, without thinking, maybe subconciously, maybe not, we were now almost facing each other. No words were spoken, but now our cock's were touching. I had never exerienced such a forbdden thrill. My head, dizzy and spinning, told me I was drunk, but I knew I wasn't. This was so unexpected and so deeply overwhelming. Without words, we moved. Our hard cock's rubbing, touching and bouncing off each other. Soon, absolutely lost in it, our cock's were grinding against each other.
I had never done anything like this before, but I never once thought about stopping either. I felt his hand on my hip, guiding the movement, now. I did not protest, I did not move away. I closed my eyes, for a brief moment I wondered if anyone was watching us. There was nothing to prevent anyone from walking in, and I didn't even care. Watch us, maybe even join us, I was too lost in the moment to care or worry. I looked down and watched his thick, veiny cock rub and grind against mine. Why was this so sexy? Why did this feel so good? His moans were low, but increasing as were his movements, Our cock's slapped and banged against one another and he had started to thrust with his hips, then he moaned out and I watched a white, powerful stream of his semen land heavy on my pubic hair and the hair on my upper thigh, then another. More slick and sticky fluid oozed from his tip and clung to my shaft, lubing it as he continued to grind our cock's between our bodies. The unexpected excitement of it all, the erotic and new thrill and pleasure. As he held me close and moved himself against me, my hard cock became pinned between his ample balls, cock and our abdomen's. I felt like a teenager and shook as my own cum flowed. Sticking between us, lubricating us, I stood breathless and watched the water slowly wash it away.
I thought it would be so weird, I thought I would feel so weird, but afterwards, things were normal and things felt normal. Just two new friends, walking back to our hotel. I think it was his nonchalant attitude, his "European" attitude towards all things. "Hey, when in Rome," as they say, right? It was easy to fall into the pace and way of thinking. I even thought I might be up for more, more exploration, more new and incredible experiences. Truthfully, I found his cock so sexy, even beautiful. Yes, it seemed strange to think that way, maybe a small part of me always had found cock alluring. Especially a tan, thick and veiny shafted cock with such a thick and well defined head and sexy, enormous, tightly held balls. New thoughts flooded my brain, did I really want to explore more with him? He made it seem so easy, even natural.
Seeing my wife back at the hotel, I noticed the closeness between her and her new friend. It was subtle, but it was the smiles and simple touches. They made me think. Did she do her own exploration? Were our new friends swingers? I realized that I was excited by the prospect. I was a little ashamed of myself, but I remember thinking that it might mean more alone time with my wonderful, male Italian friend. That night, my wife was so relaxed, still all smiles. I think we both went to bed that night with thoughts of other's in our heads. My hand instinctively found my cock as I relived the afternoon. What an incredible afternoon! What an incredible orgasm! I saw him in such a different light now, hyper sexual and desirable. Seeing his massive dick spurting white, hot cum on me. Feeling his cock and balls on my cock as I shook and came, too. I wondered what he would feel like in my mouth. What would his cum taste like? Would I let him cum in my mouth? Just asking the questions of myself, I should of known the answer.
I woke the next morning much as I had fallen asleep, curious and a little confused. Seeing the girls off, I felt a tingle of excitement for them. Girls pleasuring each other is just the sexiest thing. Hkwever, it also meant I would be alone with my new friend also. I thought I could resist, I thought I should resist. As long as he didn't take out the big, gorgeous dick, I thought I'd be ok. Somehow, I just didn't think I'd have the will power to not give into these new and powerful desires. As we were about to leave for the beach, he said he had forgotten something in his room. No lroblem, I told him, I will just wait. "No, no, come up with me." My cock twitched, my desires swelled, I guess I wasn't able to resist as I had hoped. Then again, maybe I was reading to much into this. Maybe it was just an innocent invitation.
Once inside his room, the very first thing he said was that he was going to change his clothes. I tried to look away as he stepped out of his shorts and pulled off his shirt. "Why do you look away? The male body is beautiful, no?" His English, even with his heavy accent, was amazing. His body, his charm, all so amazing. I looked at him, honestly, I wanted to see his incredible cock again. As he walked closer, I could feel those new desires and lusts take over. Incredible, intoxicating lusts. Seeing that big cock swing from side to side, my inhabitations melted away. I'm sure he could see that in my face. He held out his hand, offering it to me, completely nude. I took it amd stood. I could feel his eyes on me as he started to undress me. I couldn't resist, I took his cock in my hand. It was just the most incredible feeling. I didn't know it could be like this. "I think kissing is so sexy, do you?" I could sense his desire, I could sense his mouth moving towards mine. Our lips touched as he ran his hands over my body, caressing my ass, rubbing my nipples. I filled my hands with his ass and pressed my hard dick to his. Gripping each other, grinding and gyrating, we moved instinctively towards the bed, falling down onto it.
Our tan, nude bodies in stark contrast to the bright white bedding and sheets, it truly felt like a Mediterranean fantasy. With breezes blowing and billowing the sheer white window coverings, we kissed and I cupped his enormous, tight balls. Mouths open, tongues intertwined, I stroked his massive shaft. Soft, low moans, primal, pleasurable grunts and groans. Somehow, someway, it all seemed so right. He made it all seem so very right.
When I shifted, he seemed to know what was to come next and leaned back against the headboard, opening his legs, exposing all of his manhood. This probably wasn't his first time with a newly curious man. I'm sure he knew the incredible urges I would be feeling. Laying back, encouraging me, his voice, his words, I so wanted to see his beautiful cock erupt hot, white sperm again. I felt so desparate for it. I gripped him, I stroked him. "Put it in your mouth," as if in slow motion, I lowered my lips to his apple sized cock's head and licked all around it before parting them and sucking it. I could feel my own cock leak in excitement as I tasted him and felt his cock fill my mouth. His flavor was intoxicating. Sucking his cock was addicting.
Being naked with a man was somehow so right, how could I of never known? How could I of been so niave? Feeling him, hearing his words, hearing his sounds, I gave into the moment, entirely. Organically, we moved, taking turns going down on each other. But, I discovered how unbelievably erotic it was be the "giver." Taking every chance to mouth and suck his enormous balls, and feel them in my hands as we kissed. Becoming swept away in the joy of holding and kissing his big cock, from flaccid to rock hard. Giving into, and reveling in his masculine body and his manly ejaculation. I tasted his fluid, I felt it on my face and on my lips, on my tongue. It gave such a euphoric feeling, a tingle over my whole body, then ending and remaining, in my brain. His cum made me feel drunk.
I hardly realized it, but we had spent hours in bed together. Reality finally crept in and I knew we should dress before the girls got back. He layed there, his gorgeous, huge dick resting on his abdomen, "Why worry, what's the rush, eh?" I was so torn, part of me wanted to jump back in bed, but the rest of me knew I couldn't. "I think she knows what we are doing." I didn't have to ask, I knew he meant my wife. I wondered what he knew that I didn't. He said, "Come here, again. Come join me." I looked over to see him stroking himself. That strange, wonderful and powerful urge returned, but I quickly started to dress, not wanting to get caught.
He got out of bed and walked towards me. My eyes seemed uncontrollable, they starred at his amazing hanging, cock. How had I become so helpless to it so quickly? I could feel the air escape my lungs and a lust begin to build. Even worse, he had quickly discovered, we had discovered, that there were things that he could do, ways to touch me that almost instantly made me cave to his sexual wishes and demands. They were both a dream and a curse.
"Come on now, don't you want to stay?" He knew exactly what he was doing. He could see my eyes on him, he could probably feel my desires swelling. Putting his hands on my waist, he brought his lips to my neck and pressed his huge, flaccid cock to mine. Kissing my neck, his finger tips moved to my chest, tracing my nipples, taking my breath away, yet again. Soft, slow grinding motions, my cock was hard again, bringing a smile to his face. Kissing his way down, his mouth found my nipples and teased them causing me to feel weak and light headed. "Fuck, suck me!" I cried out, my cock throbbing and aching for him again. As he moved to his knees before me, I heard the hotel room's door open behind me...
To be continued...
The Italian coast; sea, sun, surf and the salty air, it aways seems to heighten people's sexual desire, mine included.
Before our trip, friends and internet advice sources told us to be open to new things and new people. To "make friends" with locals and do things the "local" way. Right away, we met a couple. They were Italian, but also on vacation, and staying at the same beach resort. My wife and the other man's wife, hit it off. Both were shoppers in the extreme, perfect for me, as I am not. That left just the guys to explore the beaches, some of which were topless. He even said, away from the ladies, that he had heard of some nude beach areas near by, if I was so inclined.
They were younger than us, but it wasn't too noticable a difference. We have stayed in shape and still looked pretty good for our age. When he suggested the beach, I was in. Quickly, the American and European ways were clear and clearly different. He undressed on the beach. Clearly confident, he wore a small, tight swimsuit where as I was wearing my usual long boardshorts. He laughed, calling me modest. A quick glance told me he had every reason not to be. We swam in the ocean and layed on the sand and had a few drinks at the local beach bar. Feeling good, feeling the warm sun, we headed towards a more "European" beach. From what I saw, that meant, less clothes and more sexual behavior. It was impossible not to get caught up in the free and lively atmosphere. Beautiful bodies and more drinks had us talking openly about things I usaully would of been more reserved about. While he didn't say he and his wife were in an open relationship, he certainly let me think they might be. Also, while he did not say he had been with guys before, he didn't hide his opinion when he saw a handsome, fit guy, either. More drinks and feeling so fine, my guard was down and my eyes wondered. Tan, beautiful people, there are few things that make me hornier. Girls in tiny bikini's, fit shapely women seeing and being seen.
With the sun still high and beating down, we knew we should be heading back soon. He suggested an outdoor shower to rinse off. The semi-private showers were lined up and seemed to be everywhere. When he suggested we shared one, I thought nothing of it. Probably just a courtesy to other's, I thought, no need to take up two. Walking behind a partition, he stripped out of his suit got under the stream of water. I did not, again much to his amusement. "Come on, man" he said, in his best American accent. I don't know why, maybe from being called out or maybe from the alcohol, I took off my shorts and got under the water also. I tried not to look, but I guess I was curious. His thick, hanging, dark dick swung seductively from side to side as he moved. His smooth, tan balls looking enormous. "Italians" I thought, he was impressive though. As he let the water hit his shoulders, he moaned softly and grabbed a handful of himself. I looked at him, surprised, but his eyes were closed. I looked down again and this time saw that his cock had become swollen.
I had never been near a man with an erection. Strangley, and as much as I tried not to, my cock began to swell also. I should of left, everything in me told me to leave, but I didn't. Even when someone walked in and saw us and then quickly left, still I stayed. The Italian coast, the sun, the surf, the day spent drinking, heightening my sexual appetite. He was close, as we stood under the shower heads streams of pulsing water. He turned, as if innocently, and brushed his erection against me. I was light headed and rock hard now. How could I be so turned on? I wondered. Somehow, without thinking, maybe subconciously, maybe not, we were now almost facing each other. No words were spoken, but now our cock's were touching. I had never exerienced such a forbdden thrill. My head, dizzy and spinning, told me I was drunk, but I knew I wasn't. This was so unexpected and so deeply overwhelming. Without words, we moved. Our hard cock's rubbing, touching and bouncing off each other. Soon, absolutely lost in it, our cock's were grinding against each other.
I had never done anything like this before, but I never once thought about stopping either. I felt his hand on my hip, guiding the movement, now. I did not protest, I did not move away. I closed my eyes, for a brief moment I wondered if anyone was watching us. There was nothing to prevent anyone from walking in, and I didn't even care. Watch us, maybe even join us, I was too lost in the moment to care or worry. I looked down and watched his thick, veiny cock rub and grind against mine. Why was this so sexy? Why did this feel so good? His moans were low, but increasing as were his movements, Our cock's slapped and banged against one another and he had started to thrust with his hips, then he moaned out and I watched a white, powerful stream of his semen land heavy on my pubic hair and the hair on my upper thigh, then another. More slick and sticky fluid oozed from his tip and clung to my shaft, lubing it as he continued to grind our cock's between our bodies. The unexpected excitement of it all, the erotic and new thrill and pleasure. As he held me close and moved himself against me, my hard cock became pinned between his ample balls, cock and our abdomen's. I felt like a teenager and shook as my own cum flowed. Sticking between us, lubricating us, I stood breathless and watched the water slowly wash it away.
I thought it would be so weird, I thought I would feel so weird, but afterwards, things were normal and things felt normal. Just two new friends, walking back to our hotel. I think it was his nonchalant attitude, his "European" attitude towards all things. "Hey, when in Rome," as they say, right? It was easy to fall into the pace and way of thinking. I even thought I might be up for more, more exploration, more new and incredible experiences. Truthfully, I found his cock so sexy, even beautiful. Yes, it seemed strange to think that way, maybe a small part of me always had found cock alluring. Especially a tan, thick and veiny shafted cock with such a thick and well defined head and sexy, enormous, tightly held balls. New thoughts flooded my brain, did I really want to explore more with him? He made it seem so easy, even natural.
Seeing my wife back at the hotel, I noticed the closeness between her and her new friend. It was subtle, but it was the smiles and simple touches. They made me think. Did she do her own exploration? Were our new friends swingers? I realized that I was excited by the prospect. I was a little ashamed of myself, but I remember thinking that it might mean more alone time with my wonderful, male Italian friend. That night, my wife was so relaxed, still all smiles. I think we both went to bed that night with thoughts of other's in our heads. My hand instinctively found my cock as I relived the afternoon. What an incredible afternoon! What an incredible orgasm! I saw him in such a different light now, hyper sexual and desirable. Seeing his massive dick spurting white, hot cum on me. Feeling his cock and balls on my cock as I shook and came, too. I wondered what he would feel like in my mouth. What would his cum taste like? Would I let him cum in my mouth? Just asking the questions of myself, I should of known the answer.
I woke the next morning much as I had fallen asleep, curious and a little confused. Seeing the girls off, I felt a tingle of excitement for them. Girls pleasuring each other is just the sexiest thing. Hkwever, it also meant I would be alone with my new friend also. I thought I could resist, I thought I should resist. As long as he didn't take out the big, gorgeous dick, I thought I'd be ok. Somehow, I just didn't think I'd have the will power to not give into these new and powerful desires. As we were about to leave for the beach, he said he had forgotten something in his room. No lroblem, I told him, I will just wait. "No, no, come up with me." My cock twitched, my desires swelled, I guess I wasn't able to resist as I had hoped. Then again, maybe I was reading to much into this. Maybe it was just an innocent invitation.
Once inside his room, the very first thing he said was that he was going to change his clothes. I tried to look away as he stepped out of his shorts and pulled off his shirt. "Why do you look away? The male body is beautiful, no?" His English, even with his heavy accent, was amazing. His body, his charm, all so amazing. I looked at him, honestly, I wanted to see his incredible cock again. As he walked closer, I could feel those new desires and lusts take over. Incredible, intoxicating lusts. Seeing that big cock swing from side to side, my inhabitations melted away. I'm sure he could see that in my face. He held out his hand, offering it to me, completely nude. I took it amd stood. I could feel his eyes on me as he started to undress me. I couldn't resist, I took his cock in my hand. It was just the most incredible feeling. I didn't know it could be like this. "I think kissing is so sexy, do you?" I could sense his desire, I could sense his mouth moving towards mine. Our lips touched as he ran his hands over my body, caressing my ass, rubbing my nipples. I filled my hands with his ass and pressed my hard dick to his. Gripping each other, grinding and gyrating, we moved instinctively towards the bed, falling down onto it.
Our tan, nude bodies in stark contrast to the bright white bedding and sheets, it truly felt like a Mediterranean fantasy. With breezes blowing and billowing the sheer white window coverings, we kissed and I cupped his enormous, tight balls. Mouths open, tongues intertwined, I stroked his massive shaft. Soft, low moans, primal, pleasurable grunts and groans. Somehow, someway, it all seemed so right. He made it all seem so very right.
When I shifted, he seemed to know what was to come next and leaned back against the headboard, opening his legs, exposing all of his manhood. This probably wasn't his first time with a newly curious man. I'm sure he knew the incredible urges I would be feeling. Laying back, encouraging me, his voice, his words, I so wanted to see his beautiful cock erupt hot, white sperm again. I felt so desparate for it. I gripped him, I stroked him. "Put it in your mouth," as if in slow motion, I lowered my lips to his apple sized cock's head and licked all around it before parting them and sucking it. I could feel my own cock leak in excitement as I tasted him and felt his cock fill my mouth. His flavor was intoxicating. Sucking his cock was addicting.
Being naked with a man was somehow so right, how could I of never known? How could I of been so niave? Feeling him, hearing his words, hearing his sounds, I gave into the moment, entirely. Organically, we moved, taking turns going down on each other. But, I discovered how unbelievably erotic it was be the "giver." Taking every chance to mouth and suck his enormous balls, and feel them in my hands as we kissed. Becoming swept away in the joy of holding and kissing his big cock, from flaccid to rock hard. Giving into, and reveling in his masculine body and his manly ejaculation. I tasted his fluid, I felt it on my face and on my lips, on my tongue. It gave such a euphoric feeling, a tingle over my whole body, then ending and remaining, in my brain. His cum made me feel drunk.
I hardly realized it, but we had spent hours in bed together. Reality finally crept in and I knew we should dress before the girls got back. He layed there, his gorgeous, huge dick resting on his abdomen, "Why worry, what's the rush, eh?" I was so torn, part of me wanted to jump back in bed, but the rest of me knew I couldn't. "I think she knows what we are doing." I didn't have to ask, I knew he meant my wife. I wondered what he knew that I didn't. He said, "Come here, again. Come join me." I looked over to see him stroking himself. That strange, wonderful and powerful urge returned, but I quickly started to dress, not wanting to get caught.
He got out of bed and walked towards me. My eyes seemed uncontrollable, they starred at his amazing hanging, cock. How had I become so helpless to it so quickly? I could feel the air escape my lungs and a lust begin to build. Even worse, he had quickly discovered, we had discovered, that there were things that he could do, ways to touch me that almost instantly made me cave to his sexual wishes and demands. They were both a dream and a curse.
"Come on now, don't you want to stay?" He knew exactly what he was doing. He could see my eyes on him, he could probably feel my desires swelling. Putting his hands on my waist, he brought his lips to my neck and pressed his huge, flaccid cock to mine. Kissing my neck, his finger tips moved to my chest, tracing my nipples, taking my breath away, yet again. Soft, slow grinding motions, my cock was hard again, bringing a smile to his face. Kissing his way down, his mouth found my nipples and teased them causing me to feel weak and light headed. "Fuck, suck me!" I cried out, my cock throbbing and aching for him again. As he moved to his knees before me, I heard the hotel room's door open behind me...
To be continued...
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