It was my first time in Bari, Italy on the Southeastern coast of Italy. I used the cheap bus to get there from Rome because I wanted to see the countryside even though it would be slower than the train. It was about a six hour trip including a stop in Naples along the way. I had taken the train to Naples before and was amazed that the very clean Italian countryside and small towns lost their cleanliness as soon as I got near Naples. It was late October and the weather got warmer as we traveled South. The sun shone on the vineyards on the hillsides and each of the small cities had church campanile or spires as well as castle towers. I knew that invading armies had marched through this land many times in the past.
As we headed to Bari from Naples, we crossed over the mountains but there were still small cities and villages even at the higher elevations. I was pleased to see the water again as we approached the Eastern coast. By the time we got to Bari it was dusk. Fortunately, my Airbnb place was just a short distance from the train station where my bus had dropped me. My host, a handsome young Italian man with an athletic build and short black hair, was waiting at the entrance to help me get through the security. He was wearing tight jeans and a form fitting black tee shirt that clearly marked him as athletic. There was one key for the front gate, one key for the building and a third key to get into the condo. A fourth key hung on my door. This was a small shared space with three bedrooms and separate bathrooms. I asked if anyone else were staying and he informed me that there was another American man. Anthony showed me the common areas and declared that he was living not far away if I needed anything. There was something fresh and appealing about this young man.
I discovered that Bari was a mix of three towns. The old city was where tourists were found along with the narrow stone streets. The modern city was much like a suburb of Rome with retail businesses and boulevards. It was also a port city that had a harbor area with large ferries and container vessels but no cruise ships. At the harbor, fishermen were selling what they had caught that morning and called out their wares in booming voices. Was that what inspired the creation of opera? Nearby, middle aged men were gathered around outdoor tables playing cards and drinking beer at 11 AM. I noted an appearance of gambling which seemed to increase the intensity of the action. It didn’t appear that any of the men had cleaned or shaved that morning. Tourists were in town but not in large quantities since it was past the season.
The early town, about a twenty minute walk from my Airbnb, had many old churches with some built more than a thousand years ago. Narrow stone streets that were too small for cars still had motorbike traffic. Two ancient stone castles which used to protect the town had become tourist sites. When walking by a bakery I observed a line of customers inside, so I popped in to see. I watched a man a bit younger than me cutting up round pieces of focaccia into quarters. He kept returning to the back area and bringing out three at a time. I took a number and waited for the ten people in front of me to be served. This gave me a chance to see what people were paying and it looked like fifty cents so in my Italian I asked for una mezzo but he heard it as one and a half. Fortunately, I said, “basta” after he put four pieces on clean white paper for me. For two Euros I had four pieces of the most amazing focaccia that I had ever eaten. It had a crisp bottom crust with chunks of fresh tomato and herbs on top. Whole green olives with pits dotted the surface and it was just from the oven hot. My senses were elated! On another day, it took me almost an hour to locate this great provider in the maze of small streets. Eventually, I followed the trail of people who were eating this amazing food while walking down the street.
In the very back streets, I saw old women making fresh pasta by hand which was then laid out on drying trays in the street with netting placed over the top. They were making orecchiette which is the famous pasta of Bari. At lunchtime, homes had their street doors open and I saw the family table with ten or so people all talking loudly while great aromas pushed their way into the street. This was true Italian living.
I slept well that night and enjoyed a quiet indoor morning with my coffee before wandering to the other side of the train tracks where the usual abandoned buildings could be found. There was the old unused aquarium which had a neo classical design but was now behind rusted gates and inhabited by just the birds. A big new aquarium had been built by the seaside with lots of parking, better for tourism no doubt. I found an old cement factory that must have been very active during WWII but was now shuttered and empty, with crumbling walls. My walking that day took me along the seaside which was undoubtedly very popular in the summertime. Beautiful walkways and seafood restaurants mixed with parks made for a most pleasant place for families to play with their children and older people to sit on the benches looking out to sea or watching the sunset.
I really slept in the next day after having walked so far and used up much of my energy. I was awakened by the sounds and smells of cleaning. I roused myself and got washed up in the bathroom before making my way to the common area to make some coffee. “Buongiorno,” greeted Anthony, my cute young host, who was cleaning the room where the other American had stayed. I returned the greeting and continued to the common area for making coffee. I came back with my steamy cup and asked Anthony if the other guest had departed. He affirmed and declared that he had to get the room ready for another guest who was coming that evening. That meant that it was just the two of us in the apartment.
I asked if he had a regular job or was just managing Airbnb. Anthony informed me that he had worked in a restaurant but now that the season was over there wasn’t enough work to pay the bills, so he did Airbnb to make enough money. He and a friend had two locations in Bari that they managed together. I asked about living in Bari and if he had grown up there. He had grown up in a small town but moved to Bari because there was no work in the small town. He met his friend working in the restaurant and they had devised the Airbnb business which made them more money than the restaurant. Anthony liked living in Bari and being so close to the sea.
“Your girlfriend must be very happy that you are so good at cleaning,” I commented. Anthony stated that he didn’t have a girlfriend. “Well then, that simplifies your life,” I returned. He was in his late twenties, wearing jeans and a fitted tee shirt that displayed his muscled arms very nicely. I was definitely attracted and I boldly asked, “Do you have a boyfriend?” He laughed at the comment and declared that he did not but I might have noted a blush. “Ah, too bad, a boyfriend can be very helpful in keeping you happy.” “What do you mean?” he returned. “Well, I’m bisexual and really enjoy pleasing a man’s cock. Would you like to find out how good it feels?” I moved to a sitting position on the small sofa in the room while I made my offer. “Really? You want to suck me?” he asked incredulously. “Yes, I think that it would make us both happy.”
Anthony paused briefly before closing the door to the room. He locked it and then moved to stand in front of me with anticipation. “Just relax, and I will take care of everything,” I said as I undid the zipper on his tight jeans which were informing me that there was a larger than average Italian package. I undid the belt and lowered his pants to expose the black jockey shorts he was wearing. “Very nice,” I commented about both the shorts and the contents. I sensually lowered the shorts and discovered a thick uncut seven inch cock that was starting to engorge. I knew that my hands were warm from the coffee and I used them to stimulate his balls which were covered in dark curly hair.
I leaned forward and put the head of his shaft into my warm mouth. I didn’t pull back the foreskin but just lightly sucked on his cock to show him that a man could be gentle and would know where all of the good nerve endings were. Anthony moaned as I took him in but kept his arms and hands stiffly at his sides although his body involuntarily moved closer. I anticipated that he would be mostly passive in this adventure. As his dick grew harder, I lengthened the distance of my mouth on his cock. Now that he was accepting my attentions, I wanted to take my time. As a young man, Anthony might orgasm quickly so I had to be careful.
I tickled the underside of his balls and pulled lightly on the pubic hairs to stimulate an area often overlooked by women. I pulled back his foreskin and licked the tip of his cock which was fully erect and pointing right at me. I pushed my tongue against the penile opening before engulfing his shaft fully so that he pressed against the back of my throat. Anthony was providing appreciative moaning sounds so I began to take him back and forth in long full strokes with increasing pressure from my lips. He produced some sweet precum that gave me an idea.
My warm coffee was on a small table next to me and I reached for it. I took a big sip of the warm liquid and swirled it in my mouth before swallowing. I then took his hard cock back into my higher temperature mouth and he gasped from the intensity of the new level of heat. I pumped up and down on his cock for another minute before I returned to the still warm coffee for another hot intake. I began pumping back and forth in earnest and with intention to get his creamy load. His breathing quickened and the muscles in his legs tightened. I loved the feeling of his hard cock as it smashed each time against the back of my throat. I pressed the frenulum under his balls and felt the surge of sperm rush into his dick before filling my mouth. He tried to pull back but I held his cock in my mouth and pressed a second time. More cum painted the back of my throat, just as I had desired. It was likely that he never had someone who enjoyed swallowing his heavy load, but it was warm and went down like a fresh oyster.
“Wow, that was amazing!” he said as his breathing returned to normal and I let him pull his shaft out of my warm cum filled mouth. “Too bad that I am leaving early tomorrow morning or we could do this again,” I offered. “If you come back to Bari, you should stay here again,” he stated suggestively. “I like Bari and it’s likely that I will return,” I said while getting up from the sofa. “I’ll let you get back to your work, now that you’ve experienced something new today,” I said as I unlocked the door. “Molto grazie,” I heard Anthony say as I headed back to my room to get ready for my daily walking with the sweet taste of his cum and coffee blending in my mouth.