Erik in Paris
I took a plane from London to get to Paris where I would be for nine days in the Fall. What could be better than that? I chose to be in an Airbnb that was a shared accommodation. I thought that by staying with other people, I would get to meet them and learn about their travels. My space in Paris was on the eighth floor of a large apartment building. I was greeted by the mother of my host when she buzzed me into the secure building. She was a short heavy set woman who didn’t speak much English and my French was mostly non-existent.
She showed me the shared bathroom which was small but clean and my room which was large and had a comfortable bed. A tall window looked out onto the back courtyard and I could hear French voices talking across the open space. There were two other Airbnb rooms and the mother lived in an apartment behind a locked door. I was content and settled in with ease.
One night a group of four young Asian girls arrived at midnight and proceeded to loudly clean in the shared contiguous bathroom until they calmed down about 2 AM. In neither London nor Paris, did I meet anyone based upon my shared housing situation. My experiment had been a failure. What I learned was that a shared space meant that it would be harder to bring someone back to my place. That left out meeting any of the married men who were often the ones hunting for sex.
My Airbnb was in a non-tourist neighborhood that had a lot of Middle Eastern people, particularly from Turkey, which meant many kebab restaurants. There were also numerous fine patisseries so I was happy with my location. The area wasn’t far from Montmartre where I had stayed the last time that I was in Paris, but I had never walked this section before. Walking without direction or purpose was how I learned my new neighborhood. Walking for hours also meant that I could have a pastry and not worry about gaining weight. I had begun to call my travel adventure an anti-Alzheimer’s weight loss program. The daily routine improved my mind and body simultaneously.
After a couple days of exploring, I needed a sexual adventure. There was an intriguing posting on one of the websites I used for sexually connecting with men. He was a man in Paris but from Arizona, a tall Caucasian man who was just a few years younger than me. He was looking for someone to service his very appealing cock. There was an attractive photo of his member but there weren’t any body pictures. His stats didn’t suggest a stout man but he had listed himself as a bear. I hadn’t been with anyone in weeks and a bear with a nice cock would be a delight in my eager mouth.
I wrote to him and offered my services. Later that day I learned that he was interested and could host. We made a plan for me to visit his place where he was staying alone. It turned out that Erik was walking distance from my place, about forty five minutes. For some, that meant mass transit but I always enjoyed walking and that was what I did. Without phone service or GPS, I had to look up his location on the Internet using my laptop. It was easy to determine a straightforward way to his place. I went to sleep that night looking forward to meeting him the next afternoon.
I arrived on time and took a seat on a low brick wall opposite his older apartment building. Erik was supposed to meet me outside so that I could get beyond the complex old European building locks. He came out of the building about ten minutes later and I saw that he was quite good looking. We shook hands by the building door and he invited me to enter. I accepted the offer from this handsome man and he used a large key to unlock the big brass lock on the heavy wooden door. There was a dark foyer with a small elevator that took us to his Airbnb place on the eighth floor. The elevator was barely large enough for the two of us and had an old metal scissors like gate. He used another large key to open the door to the apartment. Erik declared that he was still learning how many turns of the key it took for the lock to give way.
The apartment had high ceilings and many large book cases that were filled with art and architecture books. Lots of light coming from four good sized windows seemed to enlarge the small space. Erik offered me bottled water which I accepted and he directed me to take a seat on a comfortable sofa. He took a seat in a nearby comfortable looking arm chair. I learned that he wanted to meet me to see how I was doing on my journey with no address.
A couple of years earlier he had sold his house in Arizona to travel unencumbered. Erik had done an extreme version of getting rid of possessions. I sold my house and much furniture but kept a ten by ten storage unit. He hadn’t stored anything. All was sold or given away. For fifteen months he just traveled without a plan, making it up while going along. Much of his time had been spent in South America including the challenging countries of Venezuela and Columbia. I was impressed because I didn’t think I had the courage to do those more dangerous locations. I was content to begin in the easier and friendlier countries of Europe that I had visited previously.
Erik told me a story of how he was robbed at night in Merida, Venezuela and had to walk his way back to the apartment where he was staying by himself. There was no one to call for assistance and he had no money or credit cards since all had been taken. The next day was spent trying to put his economic capability back together with the help of a kind bank manager. That taught him to always leave one or two cards, including debit, with his luggage along with some local currency so that it would reduce the impact of the loss, but more importantly make access to cash available. I was grateful for learning this lesson early on in my journey.
After fifteen months, Erik determined that the travel was taking a toll on his body and he returned to the Phoenix area where he rented a place by the month. Now it was six months later and the desire to travel had bitten him again. He was just starting a seven week travel adventure in Europe using the same process as the first time with a plan that only went out seven to ten days. That way he could go where he felt like and didn’t have to change plans. Meeting Erik seemed a confirmation of my chosen path.
Unlike my journey which was about people and culture, Erik had a great interest in old buildings, castles and ancient ruins. When he was looking for a new place, it had to have some of those elements. His worst days were rainy ones, because he always wanted to be out exploring those locations and walking in the rain was hateful. My rule was that a place had to have either good food or great art for me to be interested. If both features existed, then I was going there for certain.
We were becoming comfortable with each other and I asked if he had been married. Erik had gotten divorced ten years earlier during his middle fifties which was a common time for marriages to break up as had mine. The shared work of raising children was done and different interests led to them distancing. He hadn’t informed anyone of his bisexuality and continued to keep that part of his life well in the closet. That accounted for the limited pictures of him on the website.
I sensed that this sexually closeted situation meant that he would be unlikely to be the first one to talk about sex, so I began, “Would you like to have on fewer clothes?” He readily agreed and was grateful that I had initiated the action. He stood and dropped his pants and shorts but kept the shirt on and buttoned. I didn’t remove anything but got on my knees in front of this tall handsome man with his flaccid cock near my face. Initially, I nuzzled my head with soft hair on the shaft and then lifted my head up so that I could gently lick his balls. He stayed standing while his cock began to fill and thicken as it rested on my face. I licked up the underside until I came to the mushroom head that was now aching to be in a warm dark place.
I opened my mouth wide and took the head in but not the shaft. I wanted to massage the mushroom tip with my tongue first. He began to moan and rub my soft hair. I pushed my head further forward to take in a couple more inches and applied pressure with my lips as I drew back to the tip. Each time I pumped down on his dick I went a little further until all seven inches of his thick meat were filling my throat each time. I loved the feeling of the hefty mushroom head as it massaged the back of my throat. Too bad that I hadn’t brought any poppers so that I could totally relax and take him even deeper.
Erik sat back down on the arm chair where he had started and I took off my light sweater to expose the smooth chest. He didn’t undo the buttons on his shirt, but I sensually did that while I began to suck on his cock again. I knew that when my mouth was on his cock, he would let me do anything I wanted. I encountered a hairy chest with erect nipples that told me there was some sensitivity there. I used one hand to massage his balls while the other twisted one of those sensitive nipples. His dick was getting harder while I continued to pump my head up and down rhythmically. My saliva was fully coving the shaft and sliding down to his smooth testicles.
Erik leaned forward so that his long arms could reach my exposed nipples, massaging them and then pulling on them as our arousal increased. My nipples loved being played with, especially while a beautiful cock was in my mouth. I began to pump with more vigor, up and down all the way to the base. Erik pulled my nipples really hard as he shot a huge load of cum into my mouth which I had to swallow right away because I knew that there was a follow up gushing of equal amount to totally fill me. This one I savored as he let go of my nipples and leaned back in the chair with an enormous exhale that suggested he hadn’t had a good blow job in some time. Was that one of the shortcomings of travel?
I looked up at him with his much more relaxed face as he said softly to the ceiling, “Thank you. That was great.” I felt my own sense of worth and satisfaction at the sound of those words. I rubbed the hairy chest with my hands and felt the Reiki energy begin to flow from me to him. Erik noted that my hands were getting warmer and asked how that happened. I stayed kneeling in front of him with my hands flat on his torso while I explained that my Reiki training had taught my hands how to transfer healing energy and that when I placed them on someone it just transferred without me really doing anything other than keeping the hands in place. “That’s amazing,” he admitted with a new sense of energy astonishment.
When I felt that he was now fully relaxed, I returned to my seat on the sofa but didn’t put my sweater back on, remaining bare chested. I asked him if he had been having much contact with men in Europe and he stated that it was usually limited because he only stayed in one place for three or four days at a time. We were able to connect because he was in Paris for seven days. My next planned journey was to take the train to Toulon in the south on the Mediterranean Sea. He was heading to Madrid next.
Erik was a very handsome man with a good body but he called himself a bear because of the chest hair and the lack of any muscle definition on his stomach or chest. He had a hairy dad bod. I suggested that he could define himself however he chose and it was up to others to agree or disagree but not set the terms of definition. Erik liked that concept and was pleased with the compliments that I gave him. I was quite attracted to him, but I sensed that for him I was just a diversion. Given that he was a morning person and I was not, we would probably not even have been good travel partners. We chatted about keeping in touch and checking to see if our paths would cross again in Europe. The communication was weekly for the first month but then the time between our emails became longer and longer. We still connect now and then to check in on the other’s whereabouts, but there’s no emotional connection. I was happy to have met Erik and enjoy his tasty cock but I was disappointed that he was not available for more than what we did.
I stood up to put my sweater back on and he offered to assist me in exiting the complex locks of the building. I was grateful for that kindness since I saw how he had struggled with the apartment lock. We said our goodbyes in the foyer of the building with a handshake that I turned into a hug. As I stepped out of the doorway, I heard the lock click solidly shut behind me.
Under the bar in Paris
I loved Paris from the first moment and enjoyed great times in the museums and patisseries. What a great combination for a fulfilling and exciting life, but Paris was also known for its other stimulating life; there were very sexy people everywhere in Paris. The women all dressed so stylishly and had fantastic figures. They also had good opinions of themselves and exuded a personal satisfaction that was most attractive. The French men had deep and sexy accents that told you it would be a wonderful time in bed with them. I wondered if everyone’s libido increased as mine did.
During this visit to the City of Lights, I decided to explore the darker side of Paris in one of its gay bars. I had read about this location online and knew that there wouldn’t be much English spoken there, so I had to practice my French phrases for ordering a drink. I didn’t worry much about the French words for sex. Most of that would happen with eye contact and hands anyway.
Located just outside the gay district, there was a small bar that had a dark basement area for play. The online pictures were not very clear, so I didn’t have much to go on other than the knowledge that once you ordered a drink, you could gain access to the downstairs without any additional fee. It seemed like a good deal to me. Beer and sex went well together.
I arrived at the location in the late afternoon anticipating that men getting off from work would stop by for a drink and perhaps something more. Like many other small gay bars, it had an unassuming storefront with a door that could only be opened by pressing the buzzer and being viewed by the bartender from inside. It was probably not necessary in these days of acceptance, but these were also still days of violence, so better safe than sorry. I pulled on the heavy door and was immediately met with a huge change in lighting from the bright sunny day outside. The dark red walls didn’t bounce back much light but absorbed and softened what was generated by the dim lights.
Ahead of me was a small L shaped bar that could seat about eight people and around the walls were small tables and chairs that could seat another fifteen or so. The most entertaining element about this bar was the very graphic gay porn that was playing openly on the two large screen televisions. The volume was low but the grunts and moans were still audible. I internally laughed thinking about the sports that would have been playing in a regular bar. This was a major improvement.
I took a seat at the short end of the bar where no one was sitting. The thirtyish dark and handsome bartender with a good build and short black hair approached and asked about my beverage interest. He was wearing tight fitting black pants and vest that accented his athletic form. I would have enjoyed massaging his body, but I just ordered a popular draught beer. There was nothing “gay” in his attire or approach and he could just as easily have been working in a straight bar. He poured the beer properly into a glass and placed it on the bar in front of me while stating the price. I provided a ten Euro bill knowing that this would pay for the beer and provide some change that I could leave as a tip. The bartender placed my change on the counter and returned to the group at the other end of the bar. All of them continued their boisterous conversation in French. It didn’t seem that they were talking about sex or the porn and I didn’t sense that they were talking about me either.
My eyes slowly adjusted to the light and I saw a couple of men sitting singly at tables texting on their phones. I sat at the bar nursing my beer for the next fifteen minutes to get a better understanding of my surroundings. During that time four more patrons entered, ordered their drinks and took peripheral seats using their phones. No one sat in the seats next to me. A couple of them paid a coin or two to coat check a jacket and then I noted two of the patrons make use of the staircase behind me that I hadn’t seen when I entered. They gave me the courage to do the same, taking my half finished beer with me.
It was a steep iron spiral staircase and the walls were black so even less light was available. This led me to hold the railing firmly and take careful steps making sure that my head had clearance. When I arrived at the bottom level, I noted a wash area with modest rectangular mirrors and a toilet closet. I had read that no shower facility was available and they were correct. I didn’t get a sense of cleanliness like a hotel bathroom but more like a well used restaurant toilet.
An area about ten meters long had a row of booths along one side and an open wall with ledge on the other side. No seating was available, even inside the booths. It looked like a couple of them had glory holes. No porn was playing down here, so men had to make their own. At the far end was an open booth with a leather sling hung in place. I wasn’t interested in the sling for myself, but I would have enjoyed watching two hot men make good use of it. I didn’t see anyone in any of the booths which were all open but there were four men along the wall checking out who might be of interest.
The men were a mix of older and middle aged as well as a couple of younger ones in their twenties. I couldn’t read who was a top or a bottom in the dim light. As often happened in these situations, there was a lot of looking and hesitancy with no one initiating activity. Since I was in a very horny mood, which had led me to come here in the first place, I wasn’t going to just stand around forever.
I moved myself into the largest open booth which didn’t have a door and could allow for three or four men to be standing close together. I went into the back, dark corner and got on my knees. I unzipped my pants and took out my cock for some personal stroking. A couple of men walked by and stopped to take a look, but didn’t enter the booth. Then a man a bit older than myself, approached with confidence and opened up his dress pants. He knew what he had come for. The masculine man had a big uncut cock that he pushed toward my face where I had been wetting my lips in anticipation of such an event.
I held his cock with one hand and opened my mouth wide to consume the head of the big shaft. He wasn’t hard, but was already at about six inches with some good thickness. Taking his dick took some effort and required me to focus on relaxing my mouth and throat. The man grunted in pig like fashion as he felt the warmth of my mouth. He wanted more and held the back of my head with both of his strong hands while pushing himself in another inch. I pressed my lips firmly against his cock and he said, “Oui, oui,” with pleasure.
I knew that he was going to be a challenge for me, so I took out the small bottle of poppers I had brought and took a hit. These were not new so they had modest effect, but it was enough for me to relax and let him go at me the way that he wanted. I felt his domination growing; he wanted to just fuck my face without mercy. The Frenchman understood my need for poppers and gave me a few seconds to respond to the drug. When the man heard me give a good exhale of relaxation, he was ready to take me the way he wanted. His assertiveness expressed itself fully as he forcefully plunged his thick dick as far as it would go.
By now there was another man who had entered the booth and was stroking himself next to the older man. This man was middle fifties and might have been working class, stopping here after work, for what he wasn’t getting at home anymore. The older man kept the other one from getting too close and pushed his cock quickly into my watering mouth. Since I was now relaxed, I didn’t gag or pull away but allowed him to use me for his pleasure. I wanted to stimulate his big dick into being bigger and harder. He pumped with force against the back of my throat which enjoyed the fleshy sensation of the tip of his cock. He never got fully hard and I could tell that he was using up some of his energy, but the old man kept hold of my head continuing to thrust into me in an impersonal way.
As the man tired, he allowed the workman to put his dick in my face. This man was completely hard and really thick. He was less aggressive, but clearly in need of a warm place to put his big member. I opened further and took the cut cock about half way in using my tongue to apply pressure to the underside of his shaft. I heard another deep grunt of response and decided to press on to see if I could take the whole thing. I came close, as I felt my face press against his dark pubic hair. I pulled back for air and plunged in again. This time thick cock found the back of my throat where I could squeeze it fully. I felt him arch his back to push his meat in further.
I began a serious pumping back and forth for the full length of the erect penis. Each time I let him come most of the way out before I pressed my lips hard against his hot flesh taking thick cock to the back of my throat. I could feel that this was getting to be too much for him, so I switched back to the older man who was happy to have my warm mouth back on his dick. He had softened a bit which was fine after the workout my mouth had just had. I used one hand to gently stroke the working man which kept him engaged in our threesome. I didn’t sense that the two men interacted with each other but their clothed bodies were close together to keep their cocks near my face.
I began a serious pumping action with the older man and he held my head in place to show his dominance which may have been more important for him than the sensuous pleasure I was giving his cock. He wanted to control me and do what he pleased. Therein was his desire and pleasure. The old man’s dick still didn’t get hard but it was a nice cock to feel in my mouth and I was happy to surrender myself to his dominance.
I returned to the thicker man and knew that he was not going to be able to hold out for long. I decided not to tease him but to go full bore and take his orgasm. I opened my mouth as far as I could and plunged all the way down and back out a dozen times in quick succession. Each time, the man began to quiver until he could no longer be restrained, letting go a huge shot of sperm that overwhelmed my mouth. It was so much that I had to back off to swallow so that I wouldn’t choke in the dark intimate space. Some dribbled from my lips onto the dark floor below. “Oh, Oh, merci,” he offered in relief and happiness while backing away. I knew that I had fully nurtured his happiness that day and that he would be a better man for having gotten the necessary relief. Maybe he would even bring some flowers home to the wife.
Was this man exploring his bisexuality just as I had done in the porn theaters of New York in my forties? Was he trying to figure out that his life had changed and he had to catch up? Or was he just another man who had determined that a warm mouth was a warm mouth and in the dim light of the adult bookstore it didn’t matter much who swallowed his load. Release was necessary and urgent. Perhaps he envisioned me as his fantasy whore wife on her knees in the dark with other men breathing heavily and watching, stroking their cocks while his fantasy whore wife took his creamy load. He might still see himself as completely straight and fully masculine.
The huge load of sperm and sucking on two big cocks had taken their toll on my energy level and I knew that it would take a lot to make the older man orgasm so I chose to stand up and get cleaned. I could tell that the older man was disappointed, but it was not to be helped. I went to the wash area and cleaned my face and washed down some sperm with the remains of my beer which was not at all cold anymore.
I relaxed to regain my energy because I had come here for my orgasm as well. When I felt rejuvenated, I returned to that same large booth area and pressed my back against the back wall while unzipping my jeans. I took out my cock and began stroking. The old man came by but he wasn’t interested in providing me with any pleasure so he passed on by. A twenty something dark skinned African man came over. I had noted this thin youth earlier when he was interacting with another man. Perhaps he had an interest in me then, but the young man was very shy and hesitant to make contact. I undid the buttons on my shirt and exposed my smooth chest and sensitive nipples to provide additional enticement. He slowly moved to me and pressed his young smooth hand sensually against my chest. His warm hand began to slowly rotate providing a gentle massage. Soon he applied more pressure and my cock responded appropriately.
He firmly twisted one nipple and noted that it got firmer when doing so. He also noted my breathing change and an “mmmm,” sound emanating from my chest. The youth used his other hand and did the same thing to the other equally sensitive nipple and I was getting very aroused. I had been stroking my cock while my nipples were getting attention and the boy encouraged me to continue. He only briefly touched my cock to verify its firmness which was now significant. I wished that he had dropped to his knees and taken my hard shaft into his dark mouth, but that didn’t happen.
He became more aggressive and really squeezed both nipples hard, twisting them firmly. The youth used a good amount of pressure and I was getting close to an orgasm. “Oui, Oui,” he encouraged and I shot a big load into my hand. My body quivered as he continued to pull on the sensitive nipples until he felt that I had emptied my balls. The young man then reached down with one hand and took some of my load and licked the white fluid into his mouth like an amuse bouche. He backed off and I thanked him for the hot release. The youth disappeared into the dark and I needed to clean again.
I was now as relaxed as the working man had been, but had no partner to go home to. I hoped that he had no more guilt than I had about our furtive experience in the recesses of the gay bar. I was happy to climb the stairs into the better light of the bar and adjust my eyes before departing. As I walked back to my Paris apartment, I viewed the dusky city with a new hue from a fine dark gay experience tasting of beer and cum.
Under the Bar in Paris 2
About three days after my exciting experience in the gay bar, my libido returned to full force and I needed another outlet. Since I wasn’t having any good fortune in meeting someone from the Internet, I decided to make a return to the dark, cruisy basement of the gay bar. On my first visit I had enjoyed two big cocks and perhaps I would have more good fortune on another trip.
I arrived at the bar in the late afternoon since that time seemed to work well the last time. The same handsome bartender was working and I still lusted after his athletic body. I purchased the same beer so that I wouldn’t have to worry about speaking more French. I only stayed at the bar with my drink for five minutes because I had come for the activity below the bar. Taking my beer in hand, I carefully wended my way down the metal spiral staircase. Now that I knew the lay of the land I didn’t have to be as cautious. I wasn’t quite a regular but I wasn’t a neophyte either.
I noted four men cruising the area and there must have been an additional two in one of the booths since the door was closed. I went to the adjoining booth which had a glory hole. I bent down to peer into the dimly lit closed booth through the four inch wide hole in the wall. I could see the pale ass of one man who was pushing his cock into the face of a man who I couldn’t see at all. I heard the heavy breathing of the man who was pumping and the slurping sounds of the recipient. There was a sexual heat emanating from their booth and I rubbed my crotch to stimulate my appendage.
A fortyish man came into my booth and pulled a thick cock from his jeans. Since I was bent over looking into the glory hole, I only had to turn in that direction for his cock to be properly positioned for me. I licked my lips and he brought his dick to my face. The man was already partially aroused and he supported his shaft from underneath to slide it into my open mouth. I loved the pleasant thickness of the six inch uncut cock. He didn’t touch me but pressed his other hand against the dark wall for support while pushing his cock deeper into my welcoming hole.
I kept my head in place while he pushed back and forth inserting the shaft into my warm wet space as far as it could go. It didn’t matter to him that I was older as long as I was giving up my warmth to his needy cock. He exhibited animalistic urgency more than sensuality. He craved a place for release and my mouth was in a good position for him. The man increased the speed of his thrusts and I felt that shaft getting thicker and harder. His breathing deepened as the need for release increased. His deep grunting sounds told me that cum was on its way, but the man didn’t hold on to me as he shoved his cock and his cum into my throat. I savored the taste of the hot fluids as they coated my throat on their downward journey. What a satisfying early encounter!
He backed up quickly tucking his cock into his pants. The man leaned his masculine body against the wall while pulling up the zipper securely. He exhaled deeply a couple of times and hurriedly departed without any comment. There hadn’t seemed to be anything gay about this man, so it must have taken some courage on his part to come to this gay bar seeking sexual release. I wondered how many times he had made these sexual trips. Perhaps I had been like that when I first went to porn theatres in New York to get blow jobs from men. The taste of his cum went well with a swig of my not so cold beer.
A short time later a small framed Arabic looking thirty year old man came down the stairs and began cruising his options. He was very attractive with his dark skin that I anticipated would be pleasantly smooth. He was wearing a light tee shirt and tight denim shorts that curved tightly around his small ass. The whites of his eyes stood out in the dark and beckoned to me. I followed the sexy man into one of the booths that didn’t have a door. He turned and smiled displaying more bright white on his face.
He held his hand out at my crotch level and I walked over to him. A small hand sensually rubbed my cock through the denim shorts and I responded well to his ministrations. He undid the zipper and released the hard shaft from its confines. The youth bent down and took me into his warm mouth while I leaned against the dark wall for support. I rubbed his soft black hair that was so youthful and attractive. He didn’t suck me for long, but turned around and dropped his shorts to the floor exposing a naked smooth ass ready to be penetrated. The beautiful curves of the dark skin spoke to me and I put on a condom. The young man bent over and braced himself by putting both hands against the wall. I moved up behind him and discovered that he had already lubricated himself. He felt open and ready, so I pushed the head of my cock inside this smooth sexy body. He seemed very receptive, so my cock continued its deeper exploration into his body marking new territory with each push. Soon he had taken all of my seven inches and was eager to be fucked.
I held onto the slender hips as I energetically thrust in and out of his hot young body. His skin was smooth and soft, almost feminine. “Yes, Yes,” I heard him say in English. His encouragement led me to push harder and deeper which was very stimulating. I could tell that an orgasm was building and I didn’t want to cum so soon after my arrival. I pretended to orgasm and held his body tightly against me, keeping my shaft fully inserted as I trembled. He didn’t want me to linger inside, but pulled away and put on his shorts. He made no comment as he quickly departed. It was an abrupt ending to our sexy merging. I wondered if his sexual drive was to be conquered by as many men as possible. Perhaps he needed quantity and variety more than quality or sensuality. There certainly had been a limited amount of humanity in our interaction.
I was surprised when I came out of the booth to see a small gathering of men at the far end where the sling was positioned. I went to observe and noted that there was a middle forties, thick and hairy naked man who had placed himself into the black leather sling with his ass exposed, hoping for penetration. There was a short stocky man nearby stroking his average but thick cock. He was fully clothed and in his early fifties. Just his cock was visible. I wondered if he had the confidence to fuck in public. The man seemed to change his mind as he tucked the hard shaft back inside his pants and wandered off. The other men must have been there to watch, because they then wandered off as well, leaving the one in the sling naked and disappointed. Not all cruising ended in success.
I had no interest in the stocky man and returned to checking out the booths. There wasn’t a lot of activity so I went back to the booth where I had been with the young Arab. I took out my dick and played with myself, bringing my cock to its full attractive hardness. I hoped that someone would join me and get on their knees. I really wanted a good blow job.
A bit later, the young Arab came by and saw that I was in full arousal. He smiled and came into the booth. He didn’t bother to suck me, but pulled down his shorts and braced himself against the wall in the same position as our first encounter. I came over to him and tried to push his head down to pleasure my cock, but the young man only wanted to be fucked. I decided that thrusting my cock in and out of him would be a good way to orgasm and I was ready.
I put on a condom and slipped up behind the sexy smooth ass. He backed up onto my hard shaft and I pushed inside with one quick shove that brought my balls all the way up to his sexy body. I was not in the mood for gentle this time and moved quickly into intense powerful thrusts of my hard dick into his soft flesh. He grunted with pleasure from each of the thrusts and his breaths shortened. I loved the feel of his skin and enjoyed watching my lighter colored cock disappear into the darker body. The head of my cock was stimulated by the tightness of his ass and I felt my orgasm rising. My dick got harder and thicker and filled him fully. Like the Frenchman, I grunted out my orgasm as the condom filled up with my sperm.
He quickly moved forward releasing my shaft. The young man smiled happily as he dressed and departed, content with success. Like him, I felt satisfaction with my experience in fucking this sexy man twice resulting in a fake orgasm as well as a great real one. I put myself back together and climbed up the spiral staircase. There was an attractive middle aged man at the top waiting for me to reach the end of the narrow spiral so that he could descend. I would have followed him back downstairs if I hadn’t had such a good time already. I pushed open the heavy bar door, noting that the sun hadn’t set yet. The city was still blessed with bright daylight contrasting with the alluring darkness under the gay bar.
Andre in Toulon
I took a highspeed train from Paris to get to my next destination in the South of France on the Mediterranean Sea. The French countryside was rolling and green in early October. Cows were grazing everywhere but I didn’t see any goats for the chevre. I thought that during almost any period this must have been difficult open land to defend from any invader. It was so unlike Italy with its many hilltop towns which would have been much easier to protect. We passed small towns with the required spired building dominating the center of the community. I noted grey nuclear towers with their telltale billowing smoke included with the new bright white windmill neighbors. Tall buildings were nowhere to be seen with most being just one story or two.
We must have been traveling more than two hundred kilometers per hour since the train was just streaking by the traffic going one hundred kilometers on the nearby toll road. When I looked it up, we covered six hundred kilometers in three hours! The modern train moved quickly for two hours on special tracks without going through any stations. I felt the train slow once on a sharp curve but otherwise we were at high speed. The rainy grey of Paris was left behind and about ninety minutes into the trip the clouds disappeared with the sun in full bloom warming all that it touched with its bounty and beneficence.
There were mountains to the far left but they weren’t very high. Half way through the journey the fields of grapevines and fruit trees with the required netting appeared while fields of solar panels fitted neatly into the unused spaces. Craggy outcroppings came into view while lovely rivers slid under the train trestles. Soon after Marseille with cruise ships in its port, we arrived in the station at Toulon.
I had arranged to meet the host at my Airbnb location by taking a local bus from the train depot. I easily located the correct bus and took the short ride to my new location which was very close to the sea. Andre was not at the entrance of the large red brick apartment building and I didn’t have phone or Internet service at the time so I went around the corner and located a small Best Western hotel where they kindly let me use their Internet from my laptop. Andre then met me at the entrance to the building and welcomed me to his Airbnb place. He was a tall handsome man in his middle fifties with a full head of short salt and pepper hair. He had a most welcoming smile and I could easily see why he chose this way to make money. We used an elevator to get to the top floor and he introduced me to the space. There were three bedrooms, a common living room and one shared bathroom. I was most fortunate to have the room with the view to the sea. I asked if there were other guests and he informed me that there were two other single gentlemen so it would be quiet. Andre provided keys and let me know that he would be back in the morning to make coffee. He spoke very good English which I valued since my French was only nominal.
I had chosen wisely with the Airbnb in Toulon. There was a shared bathroom, but I would only be in Toulon for four days so it would be fine. Conveniently, the toilette and the shower were located in separate rooms. I was in a seven story building on the top floor with an elevator and a market store just below. I had a balcony with two chairs and a small table where I could view the sea and sunsets. All of the things a person could want in the south of France. Like many Airbnb spaces, the bed occupied much of the room, but there were object d’art gracing the white shelving along with books on architecture and UNESCO sites.
The sea was only one hundred meters from my building, so I went for an afternoon stroll. It was in the mid 70’s but it felt like 80’s in the sun. I walked along the broad promenade adjacent to the sun dappled sea. A park area separated the cars from the promenade so that the sounds and sights were of the sea. Happy people were enjoying aperitifs at outdoor seaside restaurants. A few individuals were in the water which was remarkably clean and I put my feet in to feel the coolness. Some of the women at the beach were topless although most of the exposed breasts were of the senior women. There were a number of slender male runners worth a second view and some athletic males and females doing gymnastics in the park, including some very entertaining wire walkers honing their skills. When they weren’t successful in their balancing routine, they just got back on the wire and worked at it with more focus. I was fortunate that many of the male runners were shirtless, exposing their attractive well defined torsos.
I slept well and at daylight I heard Andre puttering around in the contiguous kitchen making coffee. That was sufficient to get me out of bed. “Ah, Bonjour!” he greeted me with a pleasant and open smile. “Café?” I affirmed and happily accepted the large mug of dark brew. I had taken a seat on the large sofa in the living room. Neither of the other men were there and Andre took a seat at the dining table opposite me. He was also enjoying the freshly made coffee.
I asked about the topless women at the nearby beach and he laughed before informing me that there were always women there, but none who got totally naked. He declared that the women in the South of France were very relaxed and easy to meet and talk to. He determined that they were more beautiful than the women of Paris who had tough attitudes towards men and weren’t so friendly. I replied that I always loved observing the women of Paris who had such fantastic shapes and wore very stylish clothes. I hadn’t tried to meet a Parisian woman, so I couldn’t disagree with his opinion about their attitudes.
I asked if he were married and Andre assured me that he was married in a French way. He had been legally married in his younger years and had two daughters from that relationship. He had become single about ten years ago and found a younger woman who had taken an interest in him. If the choice were his, he would be married again, but she didn’t want to take the risk. She had a sizeable bank account and didn’t want to share that if the relationship didn’t work out. They were together five years and she had retained the same opinion. That was why he was doing the Airbnb to provide for his own support. “You must have a job,” she had decreed. I could see by the way that Andre talked about her that he was quite in love and therefore willing to do what was necessary to be with her. It was clearly that French acceptance of fait accompli.
The next morning was a similar awakening to the sounds of Andre in the kitchen and the receipt of the dark brew when I arrived at my seat on the sofa. I asked about immigrants and his face displayed a sterner look as he declared that it was a problem all over Europe. There were not a lot of jobs or resources anymore after the financial crisis from 2008 and what was there ought to be for the French people. I had commented about seeing groups of young dark men on street corners in Paris which was a new sight for me. That got him going in the other direction that they should be working instead of being shiftless. He feared that the joy of France was diminished by this new wave of African and Middle Eastern people. “At least they learn French,” he granted them grudgingly. When he became excitable, his attractiveness increased significantly and I sensed that he would be a very entertaining lover in bed. I didn’t register anything but heterosexual in him so I made sure that I didn’t display what I was feeling. I certainly didn’t want to make my host uncomfortable.
Andre and I had a third morning that continued our coffee and chat pattern. I had now walked much of Toulon and asked Andre how long he had been there. “Since I was a small boy,” he declared before adding how wonderful a place it was to live. I asked if the water had changed since he was young. Was it cleaner or less so, or the same? He paused to consider the question and his memories before stating, “It is less clean now.” Part of that he blamed on the French navy since this was its main port on the Mediterranean. I had seen five gray ships in the harbor the other day. He had joked that the French navy had an aircraft carrier that would fit inside one by the US.
I talked about the rustic bakery that made such good crusty bread and how the olives were better here than in Paris. “We get everything from the nearby countryside and many people have lived here for generations, making their products the same way that their grandparents had. That’s why it’s so good to live here and eat with such pleasure.” He was correct that life was good in the south of France. I could understand why painters came here from Paris to cheer themselves while improving their health and appetites too no doubt.
I was so grateful for the time that Andre took to converse with me, when I was simply a guest at his Airbnb. We parted with a friendly, manly handshake since I knew I was leaving the next morning before he would arrive. Our coffee conversations had come to a close, but my memories of Toulon and handsome Andre would resonate. I didn’t mention to him that I had spent a day with a local gay man and I was unclear what he would have thought about that if I had revealed my activity. I still knew how to remain hidden when it seemed appropriate.
Michel in Toulon
I had been in Toulon for two days and was truly enjoying my life at the sea where I went walking every morning as well as late in the afternoons. The morning jaunt was into the center of town where the tourist areas were, but more importantly, there was the town open square market. On many days the vendors would set up in the traffic free zone and offer fruits, vegetables, clothing, preserved food items, and fantastic olives. The small shops that faced the square would set up outside displays of meats, cheeses and pastries. I had already found my olive vendor and the rustic bakery that made remarkable quiches.
For my noon meal I bought grapes and pastries, or quiche and olives. There were also coffee shops and many of the residents sat in twos or threes enjoying a coffee or an aperitif. In some areas there were benches where one could sit and chat away or enjoy the freshly made purchases. Some men smoked cigarettes but I didn’t observe any card playing.
I arrived late on the second day and some of the vendors were packing up but I was still able to buy a thick piece of quiche with fresh tomato and basil cooked on the top. The black cured olives in oil that I bought rounded out my meal nicely. Since it was later, there was a bench available for me to dine al fresco by myself.
I was usually observant of the life around me but I must have been enjoying my food with such pleasure and gusto that I didn’t notice I was being watched. It was only fair, if I were going to be the voyeur that sometimes I must be the one being observed. I didn’t know how long he had been enjoying my energetic eating, but when I noted him, he had a happy smile displaying the pleasure he was getting from his observations.
I may have blushed at being observed, but I caught his smile and when our eyes met, I couldn’t help but smile in return. He reminded me of a Capuchin monk who had assisted the priests at my Michigan parish when I was a boy. There was such an open spirit about both of these men that made one want to be hugged. Perhaps they were Jesus like, calling the little ones unto Him and cloaking them with strength and tenderness. I was having that same feeling and it was quite extraordinary to be taken back to my childhood in this emotional way.
He confidently approached and introduced himself while apologizing for observing me. “You were so intent and eating like it was the best food you’ve ever had. That can happen in Toulon,” Michel declared with sincerity. I invited him to sit down and introduced myself but didn’t offer a shake from my hands which had been putting food into my mouth. He was middle seventies perhaps and had the look of a cultured man who had also spent some years on the water with his tough dark skin. The lines of character were etched deeply. Michel looked as though he might be muscular and hairy under his dress pants and button down shirt.
I learned that he had been an attorney for a number of years, when his father who had been a fisherman died. It was a turning point in life and he accepted the call from the sea to a much different way of living, but one that fed his love of the open water. Michel became much happier and as a morning person, the early hours were not inconsistent with his nature. He loved the life of providing a daily service that others would value. His legal work seemed less vital.
I explained that it was much like my abandonment of corporate work in my middle fifties for the life of a therapist. I too found much more satisfaction and happiness in that new endeavor. I told him of my current journeying and he declared that it was brave of me to abandon those ties to community and stability that were often so necessary. He was no longer fishing for a living but still went out a few times a week to supply some of those who depended upon his catch for their restaurants.
“Could I see what your place is like? I’ve never been in a place used for Airbnb.” I didn’t sense that he was initiating a sexual advance, but more like an extension of his curiosity. I agreed and packed up my leftovers for a later afternoon enjoyment. We had a pleasant walk on a mild sunny day that seemed to mirror his personality. I was discovering a man who was nurturing my spirit of adventure and affirmation. I wondered if I would get a comforting hug the way that I had envisioned earlier.
I used the security card to enter the electronically controlled building and we took the elevator to the top floor where the Airbnb was the only space. The host chose to keep the main door unlocked but each of the three guests had separate keys to our own rooms. The host always left the space by noon and I didn’t see either of the two other guests in the rooms. Hopefully, they were out for the day as I often was. I showed Michel the view from the living room which looked back to the town with the sea in the distance. He was impressed with how little I was paying for such a fine view. We entered my room which was mostly a large bed, a dresser and a bookcase with numerous art books. There was also a small balcony with two chairs and a table. The afternoon sun coming through the glass balcony doors added comfortable warmth to the room. There was a great view to the sea, but no one could look into my room.
Michel sat on the edge of the bed and gently placed his hand on my crotch. He was so subtle in doing so that it didn’t shock me or come as a surprise. “When I saw you eating energetically, I thought you might enjoy a different release of energy. Would it be OK?” It had been a number of days since I had had any release and the idea of a friendly mouth began to grow in my mind just as my member was responding without needing to be asked. I chose to follow the lead that my body was driving.
Michel could also feel the swelling in my shorts and understood that as affirmation to his question. He undid the zipper to allow for more expansion and I closed the door to the room before moving closer to him. I also undid the button to my denim shorts so that they could easily fall to the floor. I was wearing tight fitting black underwear that kept my bulge in place. He nuzzled his scruffy facial hair against the underwear to provide some kinetic stimulation. I ran my hands softly through his thick white hair that seemed to glow in the afternoon sunlight coming bursting through the sea view glass into the room.
Michel slowly pulled down my underwear and I slipped my feet free so that I could take a wider stance in a manly position. He didn’t remove any of his clothes and I didn’t take off my shirt. We were both very focused on one area that was now eager to be addressed. He pulled back my foreskin and gently licked the underside of the mushroom head. His tongue lowered to the base and back up again taking just the tip of my dick into his wide open mouth. He was savoring the afternoon meal and taking his time to elevate the stimulation level to where I wouldn’t be able to hold back.
He lowered his head again to lick the smooth balls and the scruff on his face rubbed against them like a rough sandpaper. It was actually a very pleasant stimulation and my testicles enjoyed the wetness that came from his eager mouth. His tongue slid along the underside from the base to the tip before he engulfed the head of my cock. This time he slid all the way to the base with his lips pressed against my shaft until I bumped into the back of his throat. “Mmmmmm,” he groaned with satisfaction at feeling so much meat filling up his mouth. “Wow,” was my comment since the sensation was so intense.
I held his head in place as I backed off to the point where only the head was still inside his mouth. I slowly pushed back in while holding his head still. I repeated the process a number of times with slow and deliberate thrusts. Michel wanted more and began to move his head up and down faster than I had been doing. He swirled his tongue around the top of the shaft and then lunged until my cock was pressing fully inside his wet opening. He realized that the increased speed was really stimulating me. “Yes. Give it to me,” he commanded as his lips increased the suction on the shaft. Michel had really good skills and I knew that I couldn’t hold out any longer. I felt the swelling in my cock increase and I fired a hot load into the back of his throat while holding his head close to me so that all he could do was swallow and swallow again as I pumped another barrage into him. I think that we both said, “Ohhhhhh,” at the same time finalizing the physical connection between us that had been so intense.
I released his head and Michel slowly pulled back so that he could finish taking in that second delivery. There was some cum that had dribbled down onto his face hair and I handed him a couple of tissues from the nearby box. “Merci,” he said gratefully, which was the first time he spoke in French. When we had met at the town square he had correctly determined that I was American and used his good command of English.
I had some Bordeaux left from my last night’s meal and offered him a glass, which he readily accepted. I put my shorts back on and poured two glasses of the local wine. We moved to the balcony where the sun was still shining brightly on the nearby sea with two small sailboats making their way out of the harbor. The white sails were brighter than the water.
“That was really great,” I declared as we relaxed into a quiet conversation. I learned that he had never been married and had always known he was attracted to men. He came from a very Catholic family and was too afraid to say anything to his parents. Michel had never allowed himself to fall in love with anyone. There had been a couple of times when a relationship formed with a married man, but it had no future so he had kept the emotional level suppressed. Now he lived a quiet life alone and happy with no responsibilities. He was free to come and go as he pleased and be on the sea when it called to him. He had no desire to travel on land, since the South of France met all of his needs. He liked having little interactions with foreigners because there was no chance of a deep connection.
“Tomorrow’s a fishing day and I’ll be up very early,” he declared as he stood up after draining the last of the wine from his glass. I thanked him for a most enjoyable encounter and let him know that I was leaving for Barcelona the next day. “You see. I guessed you correctly,” he laughed openly and with joie de vivre that exuded from his inner soul. I escorted him to the front of my building where we waved goodbye to each other. We were like two ships going in opposite directions, he back to the town center and I to the nearby sea to watch the impending sunset. Perhaps I would be fortunate enough to enjoy viewing some half naked runners, but I never got the warm, human hug from Michel.
Sean from Hyeres
He wrote to my website account about a month before I was due to be in Toulon. Sean made a short introduction using good English and asked about my Airbnb location. I sent him a copy of the link so that he could see where I was staying. He knew the place and encouraged me to cancel it and stay at his Airbnb in Hyeres where we could share his bed.
This behavior was overly forward for me. I could be happy to have an afternoon adventure with someone I haven’t met before but to stay with someone for three nights was too much risk even for me. I recalled doing that in Europe a couple of times more than ten years ago, but I was now single so long that my sleep was not predictable and I didn’t want to be a nuisance for my host. I politely explained that to Sean who understood and hoped that we could meet while I was in the South of France.
I wrote to him after settling into my scenic place in Toulon where I had a balcony with a pleasant view to the sea and hills. Sean was busy the next day but the one after that he had to come to Toulon to take care of some administrative problem with his driver’s license. He planned to do that in the morning and then we could meet if I were free. This offer I readily accepted because he had a car and I would get to see more of the area. We arranged to meet in the parking lot of Old Fort St. Louis which was on the sea just a short distance from me in Toulon.
Our timing was excellent in that I observed his grey VW pull into the parking lot as I was approaching on foot. He noted me walking and rolled down his window to wave. Sean looked just like the picture that he had sent. He was a slender build middle sixties Frenchman with light brown curly hair and a welcoming smile. I climbed into the passenger side and we had a friendly handshake. Sean declared that he could show me some of Hyeres and that I would like it more than Toulon. Hyeres was more upscale and had better people he insisted. I made no comment but kept an open mind on the matter. It was a beautiful sunny day in the high seventies with a good breeze. I asked how long Sean had lived in Hyeres and I learned that he had grown up there as a young man. He had come to love the sea and being on the open water. Many days he would go wind surfing to feel the freedom of the sea. The area was often very windy and sunny so that even when it wasn’t warm, he could put on a good wet suit and be on the water. I had never done so, even when I was younger, and I was impressed that someone his age would be so athletic and daring. His small frame didn’t suggest that kind of strength or endurance but there seemed to be a low light energy.
As we crossed the bridge to Hyeres, Sean began pointing out places where he would sail and houses where he knew so and so. He worked as a part time realtor and had helped people locate places. Now he had a couple of Airbnb spots in Hyeres. He drove me to one and we climbed three flights of outside steps to get to the unit which was half way up a good size hill. The view to the sea from there was as impressive as he had told me it would be, but he didn’t prepare me for the inside of the unit. It wasn’t quite like walking into a hoarder’s space, but there were books and collectibles and marine gear in multiples including an old brass diving helmet. Clearly, he didn’t have OCD! Sean told me that he was going to look into selling some of the items, but it was just too much labor and he would rather be on the water. I wondered if he had been that way his whole life or it was part of his aging process.
We departed the condo and he drove us along a number of narrow winding roads to where he lived. Sean had a small condo that had a fine balcony with a view to the sea. This place didn’t have clutter like the other space. He suggested that we sit and enjoy the view on such a nice day. He began to pull items from a small refrigerator and I sensed that he was putting out a simple lunch. The “simple” lunch included about ten items as he kept remembering more foods that he wanted me to try. Smoked salmon, cheese, ham, croissant, cornichon, fruit, olives and of course a French bread. He kept insisting that I try everything that was presented, so I took small portions so as not to overeat. Everything was delicious and we had a pleasant conversation while dining al fresco on the balcony.
I learned that he had never had a partner, but many long time lovers and friends. He enjoyed a good community life in Hyeres, especially with others who loved the sea as much as he did. Sean made sure that I was completely full before clearing the table. And, of course, we had to have a small aperitif to conclude our repast.
I was not particularly attracted to him but now was the point where sex would be initiated or not. In his writing, Sean had invited me to his bed so I expected that he would do so, but no suggestion was made. I had taken a seat on the sofa in the living room and when he was finished in the kitchen, he also sat on the sofa but a couple of feet away. Sean seemed uncomfortable now that we had gotten to this juncture. Perhaps this was his usual way, I couldn’t know. I asked if he minded if I undid the buttons on his shirt and he didn’t object, so I moved closer to be able to do so. He was very tanned and smooth chested. A small amount of extra weight declared his love of eating, like most Frenchmen. He was completely passive during the unbuttoning which seemed out of character since he had declared himself to be a top. Perhaps he was actually shy, so I asked if we should go to the bedroom for privacy.
Sean agreed and we went into the contiguous room where he first pulled the curtains to provide privacy, but I don’t think anyone could have seen in since the window faced the sea. We took off our clothes, but he kept on his underwear. I began to understand that while he was clearly a gay man on the outside, he was closeted on the inside. Perhaps he was just not attracted to me and didn’t want to offend me as his guest.
I slid my hand across his chest and enjoyed the smoothness of his body. I let my hand wander below the waist and cupped his cock and balls. He wasn’t aroused but that didn’t surprise me. I slipped my hand inside the colorful underwear and began to massage his cock which started to come to life. Sean lifted his arms above his head but didn’t touch me. I moved my head down to his cock and slid the underwear off of his privates. I put my warm mouth on the mushroom cap of the protruding cock and sucked it before moving down the shaft. His dick didn’t really respond after that initial growing and soon I lay back on the bed parallel to him with our faces looking up at the ceiling.
“I don’t know why, but I’m just not into it today,” he offered apologetically. I agreed with him that there wasn’t a good response and that it was fine with me. “Not to worry,” I declared as I relaxed further onto the bed. Actually, it was fine with me since I wasn’t particularly attracted and my best guess was that it was the same for him. At no time did he ever reach out to touch me or make any sexual advance.
We lay on the bed for ten minutes or so when I asked if there were a beach or a place along the water where we could go walking. Sean lit up and declared that there were a number of places and that he also enjoyed walking along the water. We got dressed and he made sure that I hadn’t left anything behind which I had not. I saw no point in being indoors if we weren’t going to enjoy being physical with each other.
Sean drove for about fifteen minutes taking us past houses and small hotels as well as four story condo buildings. I noted that this beach area had the same type of colorful restaurant buildings offering seafood and ice cream as did many seaside places on the planet. It was a weekday so there were only a dozen other cars in the dirt parking lot where he placed the car. We headed along a narrow dirt path through some wetlands areas where there were also some deciduous trees.
About a kilometer later we turned and took a path toward the beach area. Sean didn’t alert me that we were going to the nude beach, but I was neither shocked nor surprised when the naked people began to appear. The beach was about ten meters of sand between the grassy, tree area and the sparkling sea. A few people were on blankets on the sand but some individuals had tucked themselves into the area where the sand met the vegetation. Some were face up and some were displaying their well tanned naked butts. Like most nude beaches, everyone was relaxed and there was a slight cruisy attitude, especially from the single men. The age range was thirties to seventies with very attractive bodies as well as not so attractive.
We walked along the beach for about a kilometer when I noted a dead tree trunk that could be used as a resting spot. It wasn’t so much that I was tired, but I wanted to sit and look at the water while I listened to how quiet it was. There were no jet skis, no loud people or music, just the simplicity of a beautiful, natural setting. I wanted to savor those moments and soak in the aquatic energy to nurture my inner soul. Sean didn’t mind and he informed me that they kept changing plans about the shoreline trees as to whether they helped the soil or not. They would get planted and then cut down depending upon who was in charge.
We enjoyed that location for about fifteen minutes when I suggested we turn around. The beach and the people on it hadn’t changed from our first walk, suggesting that people came and stayed for some time at this quiet oasis from city life. We arrived back at the car and I asked Sean to drop me off at a bus stop that would take me back to Toulon. I had looked on the Internet the day before and noted that it could be done. He was happy to do that and be relieved from the task of driving me back to Toulon. There was a parking lot by the bus stop and Sean kindly chose to stay with me while I waited for the bus. He wanted to make sure that I found the right bus since there were two that came to that stop.
The bus stop had electronic signage that alerted us to the timing for the next bus but Sean declared that it wasn’t reliable. It would be twelve minutes before the next bus and I would have to transfer at the halfway point to another bus on the same road that went along the shore back to Toulon. There was a surf shack on the other side of the street and Sean suggested that we take a look there while we waited for the bus. He assured me that waiting for the bus was not a problem for him. I thanked him for both offers and we explored the open air, rustic surf shack which I was certain he had been in many times.
The bus was about ten minutes behind schedule, but it was still a beautiful sunny day and I was outside, so I didn’t really care. As the bus approached, we had a friendly hug now that we had become friends, even if we were not sexual companions. As I rode the bus to Toulon, I wondered what Sean had anticipated our day would include. It was clear to me that I had made the right choice to stay in Toulon.
We continued to communicate as I traveled and when I saw sailing vessels in other Mediterranean cities, I took pictures and sent them to Sean, for which he expressed gratitude. I was grateful for Sean’s personal introduction to Hyeres and all of his kindnesses.
Lupo in Barcelona
I had never been to Barcelona, but anyone I knew who had been there raved about what a wonderful place it was and that they could easily live there. To me this was placing it in the same category as New York City which I loved since the day I arrived while I was still a high school student. A Barcelona man wrote to me when he noted that I was arriving a month later and declared that he really wanted to meet me. Lupo declared that he was a top in his early fifties and could speak English. I would be in Barcelona for nine days and I thought that it would be good to have some local company.
We corresponded through email a number of times before my arrival. Lupo asked what I wanted to do in Barcelona and I explained my walking routine, but I also had a desire to see some genuine flamenco. He offered to get some tickets for us to see a show and I explained that that was not what I wanted. I had no interest in the shows for tourists, but rather the bars where men and women danced in a close environment and the music was passionate. For those places, there were no tickets, perhaps a cover charge or minimum food and drink bill. He understood and I declared that I would figure it out when I was there. My ex who had studied flamenco in New York City suggested that I go to one of the flamenco schools and ask where they danced at night. That was an excellent idea.
I was excited to be in Barcelona and was going to be in an Airbnb where it would be just me and the host. What I liked most about the place was that it was not in a tourist area and it had a very large balcony for sitting and viewing the downtown area. Martin, the host, was a very handsome early thirties Catalan man who was studying to become a pilot. Both his school and girlfriend were in Madrid, so he would leave the next morning and be gone for a week. I would have the place to myself. What a delight! I watched Martin while he prepared his dinner and noted that there were spicy peppers that went into the cooking. He declared that it had happened since meeting this girlfriend because she enjoyed spicy food and he was becoming influenced. She had changed his cooking even when he cooked only for himself.
Martin was very adept in the kitchen and his English was excellent. As a teenager, he had lived for a time with his grandfather in Columbia and was sent to the American school. The grandfather was an engineer who was designing highways and subway systems in Columbia during the height of the cartel period. Martin was driven by a bodyguard to and from the private school. I couldn’t imagine the impact of that. He had inherited the flat in Barcelona from his grandfather which was a common way in Europe for property to come into one’s possession. He loved the neighborhood because it was still locals although only five blocks away tourists would be filling hotels. He informed me that it was a difficult life for people his age, because work didn’t pay enough to have any luxury and couples couldn’t afford a baby. The birthrate in Spain was below one. Our conversation was pleasant and easy and I was happy to encounter a fine English speaker. Once he was gone, I quickly missed our intelligent conversation.
My Airbnb space was within walking distance of the sea and that was where I went on the day after I settled in. The water was bright and shiny with sailboats cruising along while people sunbathed on sand in the mid October sun. Children ran around freely and young boys and girls practiced their skateboard skills on ramps in the nearby park while parents looked on for safety. Athletic joggers ran by in both directions enjoying the freshness of the sea air. Entertainingly, the place I came to on the beach was the clothing optional area. People of all ages including families with children were comfortably nude fully exposed on the blankets they had brought. I truly appreciated that liberated approach.
I happened to be in Barcelona during one of the huge Catalan uprisings. The court had placed heavy sentences on the Catalan politicians who wanted to secede from Spain and the Catalans were in an uproar. A march was planned for Sunday and I noted that the main street by my place had very little traffic but Catalan flags were flying from many residential balconies. I took my second walk to the sea and crossed the main highway that headed to downtown. There were no cars but thousands of marchers with signs and Catalan flags chanting in Catalan so I didn’t know what they were saying. There was to be a convergence of three groups taking different avenues to the center. The highway was closed in both directions but the orderly, law abiding Catalans were only on the correct side of the highway! I hadn’t seen this size of demonstration since the Vietnam era. In total a million people took to the streets of Barcelona that day. I was impressed by their commitment and passion, but then it was also a beautiful day for walking.
I decided that the flamenco happened too late at night during these turbulent times, so I cancelled that idea. Lupo suggested that we meet at a bar or café near my place so that we could get to know one another. I agreed and we set a late afternoon time. There was a Metro stop and an outside café just a few hundred feet from my location. He hadn’t sent a face photo, but I had a good description and there wouldn’t be many single men sitting at this café where people were rarely seen alone.
As I approached the café, he noted me and waved, encouraging me to come over. Lupo had a warm smile and an energetic handshake that went well with his stocky build. He looked like a bureaucrat in the grey suit but I sensed a rougher core beneath the cultured appearance. He had a five o’clock shadow that encouraged a slightly scruffy look. Lupo was having a coffee and when the server arrived, I asked for a tempranillo which they didn’t have so Lupo suggested a rioja which was fine. We had an open conversation since there was only one other table with guests and we were speaking in English. It turned out that he was in the government and married. Lupo was bisexual, but very closeted although the gay life in Barcelona allowed one to be fairly open. To remain married, it was necessary for him to lead two lives which were compartmentalized on all levels. Perhaps all parts of his life were kept in tidy boxes.
Lupo was very excited to hear about my touring since he enjoyed traveling, but could never be as unbounded as I was. I think he envied me the freedom that I had created, but knew that it was not possible for him. Perhaps that was part of what attracted him to me, not so much as a person, but the life that I was leading. He wanted to be a part of that even if only briefly.
I decided that there was some attraction for me and I offered to show him my nearby space. He happily agreed and paid the server. As we walked the short distance to my place, I was grateful that my host was in Madrid. Getting into my Airbnb required one key for the security gate, one electronic device to get into the building and another key for the apartment door when we got to the fifth floor. I closed the final door and turned to Lupo who was standing in the living room waiting for me to finish. He quickly lunged at me and pressed his lips hard against mine. I was shocked by the suddenness which hadn’t been exhibited until then. He must have been using a lot of energy to keep himself so restrained.
He hurriedly undid the buttons on my shirt exposing the hairless chest. His moist lips moved quickly from one nipple to another like a man starved for nurturing. I enjoyed having my nipples sucked on and as a married man Lupo treated them as though I were a female. I reached down to his dress pants and felt that his cock was already very firm and seeking attention. I invited him to the bedroom and saw a smile of eager anticipation broaden across the swarthy face.
Clothes came off quickly and soon we were naked side by side in the twin sized bed. Lupo kissed a little slower this time and spent time rubbing his mouth on my naked body as he headed for my firm cock. He was moderately hairy with no trimming done, like many married men. The aggression reappeared when he reached the tip of my cock and swallowed it whole where it pressed against the back of his hot throat. I groaned with pleasure which drove him to excitedly pump quickly up and down on the shaft. It must have been a long time since he was naked with a man. I felt his own hard cock pressing on my leg and enjoyed the sensation.
Lupo moved his full body on top of me placing his cock evenly with mine as he kissed my lips sweetly while frotting our two hard dicks together. I loved feeling his hard dick pressing anywhere on my body but we were now working up a sweat which was lubricating both of our manhoods. He bit me on the side of the neck and I sensed his passion growing into a need more than a desire.
He pulled back and lifted my legs into the air so that my anal opening was exposed. Lupo used some of our sweat to slip in a finger and find my prostate. He used his other hand to stroke my cock. I was fully enjoying the sweaty mess we were making and my own passion was expanding. Before I could tell what he was doing, Lupo replaced the finger with a cock. He didn’t hesitate but plunged his hard shaft inside in one strong thrust that broke into me with force. My eyes opened wide and I gasped from the pain and surprise. I held my hand flat against his chest to indicate that I needed him to stay just there for a minute while I got used to being full of cock. He understood, remaining in place until I was ready. Unfortunately, Lupo only knew one speed of pumping in and out.
At the same time that his hard cock was thrusting vigorously into me, he was stroking my own dick. The pleasure was tremendous and both of us were now fully stimulated with our bodies bouncing on the small bed. As his shaft hardened further before coming it pressed just the right way on my prostate and I let out a huge load of cum into the air. He grunted his orgasm seconds later and provided a large exhale as sperm filled my opening. Lupo could no longer hold himself up and crashed his sweaty body onto mine while still keeping his cock inside. I loved feeling his weight sinking into me, merging us beyond just his hard member. I held him close while he relaxed and let go of all that had been so pent up.
Lupo stayed in that position for five minutes while his sweat poured from him onto me and the sheet below. It was a very manly wetness that provided pleasure. He didn’t speak but his breathing eased as he relaxed into me. A short time later I felt his cock slowly sliding out of my warm space. Once his dick was no longer inside, I heard the whispered words, “I have to leave.” I wanted to know more about him but that was not to be. Lupo wasn’t the first married man I’d met who needed to quickly close the door of bisexual life and make a hasty retreat to the security of everyday life. I understand that and may have been that way myself during my early exploration days.
He got up and went to the bathroom while I relaxed naked on the bed rubbing the moisture of his sweat and the sperm on my stomach. Life in Barcelona was great. Lupo was dressed and at the door before I even realized he had finished in the bathroom. He thanked me and exited like a man late for work or an important meeting. I just stayed on the bed and enjoyed the scent of sex that lingered in the room while I stared up at the ceiling, knowing that this runaway man was unlikely to return. Even though our physical time had been short, it had been full of heat and passion, resulting in a satisfying experience. My only shortcoming was that I wouldn’t learn more about Lupo’s hidden bisexual life.
Adult Bookstore in Barcelona
I had planned to meet a friend of a friend while in Barcelona but I didn’t expect that it would be sexual and so after five days of my ten day stay, I needed an outlet. I used the Internet to locate an adult book store that had a play area. I would have preferred a bathhouse where I could have had some time in a jacuzzi or pool, but I opted for the book store which was within walking distance of my place.
I was able to locate the store without difficulty even though it was tucked away on a side street. I had read beforehand that there were two entrances, one for the retail book store and another for the play area. I was hesitant to enter either because my Spanish language skills were limited. I chose to enter the retail area and was the only one in the store other than the good looking young male clerk. He noted me, but went immediately back to his cellphone activity. On the left, I saw that there was a way to get to the play area by paying directly into a machine. I was happy to see that I could gain entry without having to use my broken Spanish or nonexistent Catalan.
I had come prepared with a variety of bills so that I could pay the exact amount. I was surprised when the machine just requested five Euros since the information on the web had suggested that it was ten. I always enjoyed a good bargain. I placed the bill into the slot and pushed the turnstile allowing me to pass through and open the red painted door. Inside it was darker and all of the walls and ceilings were painted the same red color making it difficult to judge distance. In the corner was a spiral staircase which led to the area with booths.
The darkness deepened as I descended, but my eyes were adjusting to the diminishing light so that the effect was the same. I firmly held onto the metal handrail and made sure that my head had clearance. When I reached the bottom, I saw the furtive movement of someone ducking into a booth with the door closing quickly. I waited for a minute for my eyes to fully adjust and checked that the floor didn’t have changes in level. Based upon other experiences where the floor had not always been reliably even, I made certain to look down. Sure enough, there was one passageway that had a step up. I would need to remember that location.
As I walked around the sixty square meters or so, I noted that all of the booths had videos that could be played and some had platforms with thin vinyl covered mattresses that could easily be wiped clean. Not all of the booths had doors and most had no option for sitting. There were just two other customers for this Sunday afternoon adventure. Both men were middle aged and in decent shape. They checked me out but neither approached so I went into one of the largest booths with a mattress and unzipped my jeans.
The heterosexual video had attractive naked performers which was stimulating. It wasn’t long before I had a good erection. One of the men came to the entrance and watched but didn’t enter or comment. He departed a minute later and I put my hard cock back inside my pants. I then found an area where a chair was in a dark corner of the hallway and I took a seat, suggesting that I would suck someone who came to me. I pulled my cock out again and stroked it sensually. In a short time, an older man approached cautiously and checked me out. He rubbed his crotch and I could see in the dim light that there was a good bulge. I licked my lips encouragingly and he came over placing his crotch near my face.
I rubbed his cock without taking it out to give him a good feeling without being aggressive. He unzipped the dark dress pants and made his dick directly available. It was a nice six inches with some thickness. I knew that it would be uncut since I was in Europe where that was likely ninety percent of the time. I licked the tip of his cock and tasted the little bit of precum that seeped forward. It had a pleasant saltiness that led me to twirl my tongue around the head as I slid back the foreskin.
The man held the back of my head and pushed his cock all the way into my throat with one thrust. It was a little rough and I had a small gag response due to the surprise as much as anything. He pulled back just an inch to let me get used to his fully hard shaft filling up my mouth. Once the man sensed that I was OK, he began fucking my face while holding the back of my head in position. He was probably wishing that he could have done the same thing to his wife. I loosened up my jaw and produced a lot of saliva to give him a really wet blowjob. Gradually, I increased the pressure of my lips on the firm member and I sensed him reaching another level of stimulation.
By now his pants had dropped and the testicles were exposed so I gently ticked his hairy balls while he encouraged me with, “Si, si.” The shaft pumping into my warm entry increased its tempo and the man growled as he shot a huge load of cum against the back of my throat. I had to swallow quickly because he was still firmly holding my head in place and I guessed correctly that another shot of cum followed soon thereafter. Thick fingers brushed my hair with affection, like a good puppy and I think I understood him to say, “Good bitch,” in Spanish.
It was only then, when the man’s hands released my head, as his cock got softer, that I saw the other man had been watching the activity. His dick was visible and I was sure that he had been stroking while observing the blowjob. I had stopped pleasuring my own cock long ago to focus on the man standing in front of me with his member stuffing my mouth. My shaft was still engorged but not fully and I tucked it back into my pants. “Gracias,” declared my contented blow job friend as he zipped up and departed, heading home to the wife a more relaxed husband.
The other man made sure that I saw which booth he entered before closing the door. There was a contiguous booth with a glory hole so I stepped in and discovered a semi firm cock protruding into my booth. I gently rubbed this new cock and it responded well to my sensual touch. I continued to pleasure the uncut shaft as the man pushed it further into my space pressing his body against the wall.
Now that he was hard, I got on my knees and wrapped my mouth around the head. “Ohhhhh,” I heard from the other booth as the man pushed in as far as he could through the glory hole so that I would be able to take more of him into my mouth. He had a nice six inch cock, but it wasn’t as thick as the first man. I pumped my recently used mouth up and down on the shaft for a few minutes and sensed that he was close to an orgasm already. The man pulled back and I saw his mouth appear in the hole, so I stood and pushed my semi firm cock into the waiting mouth feeling his lips squeeze me firmly. He had good skills with a warm, wet mouth and I got hard very quickly. He slurped away and I felt my dick getting really wet.
The man pulled back from my thick shaft and before I knew it, he pressed his ass against my fully erect cock. Now the “Ohhhhhh,” sound that he made was deeper and more animalistic. I pushed hard and felt my cock slip inside a lubed hole. I gave him a minute to get used to the thickness before I began pumping away with gusto. Both of us were now more animalistic than sensual, seeking quick release. I sensed that he was stroking his cock while I pumped his ass because I felt the opening squeeze my hard dick periodically. I was ready to shoot and pulled out spraying cum all over the naked ass spread across the glory hole. A few seconds later I heard the sounds of an orgasm come from the other booth and I knew that we were both happy.
I used the paper towels that I had brought to clean myself and pulled up my pants. I didn’t have any remaining sexual need and chose to depart. I was a lighter person as I climbed the spiral staircase to exit. As I opened the red door to the interior of the store, I saw that the sun was still shining pleasantly in the quiet neighborhood. I didn’t wait for my eyes to adjust but quickly headed for the outside avoiding any glance at the young man behind the counter. It was a very successful day at the adult bookstore which wasn’t always the case. I had gotten a very full serving of cum from the first encounter and gotten my own orgasm during the second one. I was really enjoying my time in Barcelona!
Howard in Barcelona
My friend, Bob, had suggested that when I was going to be in Barcelona, I should connect with a man he knew. My friend had met the man at a conference in Utah and they reconnected in Barcelona when Bob traveled there. While the connection in Utah was professional and personal, the reconnection in Barcelona was because Bob really wanted to bend Howard over again and take him from behind. Howard was a born and bred Brooklynite Jew who had decided to retire and relocate to Barcelona after some trips there from New York. He had determined that the weather was better, the housing was cheaper and life could be just as gay, so why not?
I took the connecting information and wrote to Howard about my impending travel to Barcelona. Bob had already alerted him that I was coming and that we should meet while there. Matchmaking anyone? Perhaps. I informed him that I would be there for nine days, so we ought to be able to find a time to meet. Howard replied that he would be happy to meet and show me around.
After I settled into my space in Barcelona in the Navas district, I wrote to Howard and informed him of my arrival and departure dates. I didn’t have phone service then which was an intentional choice at the early stages of my journey. I wanted to break patterns and make my brain work hard instead of asking Google. Howard replied that he had house guests for a few days, but would be free on Sunday afternoon and we could meet for coffee in the downtown area where he lived. He was a bit annoyed at my lack of texting connection, but my shortcoming didn’t bother me. The meeting point would be the Arc de Triomf where it would be an easy place to spot each other. We traded face photos and both of us were easily recognizable.
It was a beautiful sunny day for the forty minute walk from Navas to the Arc but I chose to leave early so that I could include exterior viewings of La Sagrada Familia. The Gaudi church was even more astonishing in person than photos were able to capture. It was so unlike any other European church and I marveled at the creativity. The church was still being constructed so large cranes were mixed among the multiple spires reaching for the heavens. Crowds of tourists were everywhere taking selfies with the impressive structure. I would have to return on a weekday to view the inside.
I arrived early at the Arc and located a shady place for sitting while I waited for the appointed time. On a Sunday afternoon, people were playful in the sun with children blowing large bubbles and chasing them, while young men tossed frisbees and glided by on skateboards. There was even a small group of colorfully dressed acrobats doing tricks for tips. The same sights might easily have been observed in New York’s Central Park.
Howard and I recognized each other at the same time and made waves of acknowledgement. He was a small framed shorter man with white hair on top of his head and a full beard that was trimmed. He wore dark framed glasses that heavily contrasted with all of the white. He had a very jovial smile and I sensed that he was happy the locating hadn’t been difficult. He looked more like a man from Brooklyn than Barcelona.
He knew that I was a walker and suggested that we stroll toward the downtown area which was fine with me. I had already done touring by the Arc and some of the museums but it was his town and I knew that it would be advantageous to be with someone local. Howard pointed out the Picasso museum, the cultural and historical museums, as well as the maritime museum and made sure that I noted where the chocolate museum was. I was glad that he didn’t suggest going inside any of these fine places since it was such a glorious day to enjoy outdoors.
As we walked, Howard was very interested in learning about my journey and what led me to take such a drastic step. He learned about my marriage and some of the issues that led to a divorce after thirty one years. I learned about his gay life in New York during the AIDS crisis and how that had made him very political, perhaps changing his character and interests. It made life dearer to him as he lost friends and lovers due to the disease. I sensed that he still carried anger for the failures of the health system and government that led to so many deaths. I had lost friends and gay professors to AIDS and understood the pain and suffering of those days but didn’t harbor anger as much as sadness.
Howard had worked as a psychologist in New York and was seeing clients part time in Barcelona in his semi-retirement. He was in his middle seventies and had good health, expecting to live to ninety. He was happy about his permanent move and was living in a three bedroom apartment nearby. One of the rooms was rented to make the place more affordable, resulting in a cost of thirteen hundred Euros a month. Currently, he was working on his Spanish, but found that the locals would have preferred he learned Catalan.
Howard seemed most interested in my bisexuality but took an almost confrontational view. I suspected that his old psychology training was partly to blame because the field didn’t accept bisexuality in the 1970s. It took another forty years before that designation was allowed. Since most of Howard’s clients were gay, perhaps he saw the world in gay colors but not the full rainbow. I’ve been with gay men who felt that bisexuals just hadn’t committed themselves or were afraid of identifying as gay. More than once I had to stand up for how my body works well for both genders and desires both genders. From my perspective, that’s why you can get an ice cream cone with more than one flavor on the same cone.
We made our way to Barceloneta on the sea where there were many cafes. Tourists and locals had come for the scenic views as well as drinks with tapas. I wasn’t interested in joining them, but we found a comfortable bench near the water where we could continue our conversation. I wanted to know how it was to settle in a different country. Howard had declared that it was exciting in the beginning and then there were some frustrating parts about not knowing the language so he was working to fix that. Howard felt that he was healthier and happier there and while he certainly missed bagels, there was much about New York he was happy to put behind. Howard loved the youthful exuberance of Barcelona and the feisty Catalan spirit. Nine months of the year the weather was perfect but it was too hot in the Summer with the wind coming from the Sahara. He warned me that there were places downtown not to be after dark because there were spontaneous demonstrations that usually included clashes with the police. I assured him that my walking was mostly done by sunset which I usually enjoyed watching from my large balcony.
He told me a story of a friend who was cheered by seeing pictures of clouds. Howard decided that he would take on a task of finding entertaining clouds every day and take a picture which he would send to the friend. Although the clouds where we were had his interest, Howard had already taken the picture for the day and he didn’t take pictures ahead of the day when it would be sent, like going to get fresh bread every day, as people do in Italy and France. I asked if he would take a picture of me by the marina where we were. Howard boasted that he took pretty good pictures and would be happy to do so. I was delighted with the picture that he took and have sent it many times for people to see what I look like. The picture shows a broadly smiling happy man with blue sky and numerous docked sailboats in the background. Howard had positioned me perfectly for the sunlight to enhance my tanned face. As it turned out, he had made a good assessment of his photographic skills.
Howard decided that it was time for him to be back home before sunset. He was going to take the bus and could help me locate the Metro for my return to Navas. I declared that I would walk back and could escort him to the bus stop. He made sure that I knew where I was and how to get back to the Airbnb. There was a sense of the host’s protectiveness of the guest in these gestures. We walked slower to waiting area, knowing that our time together was closing. Neither had become attracted to the other and no sexual energy was received or delivered by either. It wasn’t long before the bus arrived and we had a gentle hug. I thanked him for his time and information and I was happy that we had met. We knew that our mutual friend would be satisfied to have connected us. He climbed aboard the city bus and I went walking in the same direction back to my place in Navas. I arrived just in time to catch the departure of the sun for that day. I wondered if I would also take on a picture task for a friend. I did find satisfaction in nurturing happiness in others.
Roman Baths
Long before the time of Christ, the Romans were world famous for their baths and created them in most of the lands that they conquered. I had visited these ancient ruins although none of them had any functioning water anymore. I wasn’t surprised to discover that there were a number of gay baths/saunas in Rome in our present time. On previous trips I had been to a couple and enjoyed my times with Italian men. Some had amazing fountains and water cascades, but those didn’t seem to exist anymore.
I was in Rome for a week and where I was staying was not conducive to hosting another person. That left out having physical time with married men. Since I wasn’t having good fortune in connecting with anyone, I chose to enjoy an afternoon at a sauna. I used the online reports to locate one that was about a forty minute walk from where I was staying in Tiburtina. I was easily able to locate the sauna and pressed the button for entry. All of these sites had a secure entrance for safety. I descended a narrow metal spiral staircase which led to the basement level sauna. Unlike the gay bar in Paris, the lighting was at a reasonable level and it was easy to find my way to the entry counter.
I greeted the handsome young man in Italian and he returned my greeting in a deep masculine voice. Using my limited Italian, I asked if he spoke English and he affirmed with a pleasant smile. I was relieved because I knew that I could get by in Italian but I would understand better in English. With us using English, I received a thorough explanation of the rules and payments. I provided my US driver’s license for ID which was required to obtain the necessary membership card. The cost was very reasonable for a first time. For a total of sixteen Euros, I had my member card and could use the facility for three hours. It was one Euro per hour for more time. Since I was open about my bisexual life, I used a credit card for payment. The handsome man with short dark hair then asked for my shoe size and I had to guess the size in European numbers and chose forty four which turned out to be pretty close. He provided a pair of vinyl sandals that were in a clear plastic bag as well as a numbered key for the locker. There was a stretchy elastic band for the key so that it could secure to my ankle or wrist. My number was sixty nine. Oh blessed fortune!
I was there at noon on a Saturday and was informed by the handsome man that it wouldn’t get busy until 1 PM most likely. I went to the locker area and removed all clothing. I wrapped the never long enough white towel around my waist and entered the dimly lit sauna after securing my things in the locked space. European saunas often had a change in the floor height in moving from one room to another. I wisely looked at the floor and walked slowly until I navigated the space once around to learn where the changes took place. The first room had a very inviting large twelve person jacuzzi with a waterfall along the back wall. There was a small metal ladder for climbing in and out. The walls throughout the sauna were a deep maroon color with some black trim. In this room there were half a dozen faux leather lounges along the opposite wall to the jacuzzi. They would be good for viewing anyone walking by or entering the water. A sign declared appropriately that no sex was to take place in the jacuzzi.
When I located the open gang shower room, I chose to get cleaned even though I had done so at my micro hotel before I left. The water was strong and pleasant and I enjoyed the freedom of the open area. I decided to have some private time in the jacuzzi and climbed the ladder to get into the refreshing bubbling water. The jets were strong and the water pressure felt good on my lower back. A couple of times young men working there walked by, but no patrons were visible.
It was not until I left the jacuzzi and entered the maze of rooms that I encountered my first visitor. He was a fiftyish Italian man with curly dark hair. Unfortunately, he was not the rugged handsome Italian I had been hoping for. The man greeted me in English and asked where I was from. I was happy to hear English and informed him that I was from New York. He brightened up saying, “I like to suck Americans. Can I do that?” My estimation was that wherever I was from he would have liked to suck men from there.
I was ready for attention and noted that there was an open room with a large television showing gay porn. This was a small group room with a few straight back chairs. I sat facing the television and the door and my new friend got on his knees in front of me. I opened my towel and he began to rub my legs while licking the top of my cock. I responded naturally and soon he took my dick into his warm mouth. His hands gently stimulated the testicles while he continued to bob up and down on my hard shaft. He had good oral skills and the porn was activating my mind. He worked sensually on my cock for six or seven minutes before I sensed an orgasm forming. I didn’t want to cum right away but wanted to wait until I had more opportunities. I gently pulled his head from my dick and said, “Basta,” enough. He understood and wiped some of the wetness from his face. “See you later,” he said while departing the room.
I decided to check out the other areas of the facility and found the dry sauna as well as the steam room. There was a chance that I might encounter some group play there. The steam room had a back area where it was quite dark but also slippery so caution was in order. As an asthmatic, I could only stay in that area for five minutes before it started to affect my breathing.
Finding no one in those areas, I chose to return to the jacuzzi and the lounge area to wait for more arrivals. About twenty minutes later a few more men were noted walking around with their white towels. I chose to go back to the movie room to see if I could connect with someone. This time I stood watching the movie while openly stroking myself suggesting that I wanted a bottom. It was my good fortune that a young Arab boy was looking for a daddy to service. He had a slender smooth body and a remarkably handsome face with bright white teeth that shone in the dim light like a beacon. The French called this kind of boy “beurre” because they are like soft butter and taste so good.
He signaled for me to follow him and we went into a nearby room where the first man was waiting. They were friends and spoke Italian. The towels came off and now there were two men here to service me. The Arab boy turned to me and pressed his smooth dark body against mine kissing me sweetly on the lips. I felt his hard cock pressing into me which was very arousing. The Italian was sitting on the bed and began to massage my cock. We moved closer to him so that he could suck me while the boy continued to plant sweet kisses on my mouth. The Arab moved lower and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked gently as though he were seeking nourishment. I was getting very aroused having all of this attention.
The Italian motioned for me to lay down on the bed face up and the young boy climbed on top with his smooth beautiful body. The sexy youth couldn’t have been more than twenty. He lay his naked body flat against mine with his hard average size cock pressed between our stomachs. He slowly slid back and forth as he continued to keep his lips connected to mine. I reached around and squeezed the round, firm little ass cheeks which felt so good in my hands. The Italian had pulled my cock out and was stroking it against the boy’s ass crack, bobbing his mouth up and down on my cock once in a while to keep it very wet and fully stimulated. The boy sat up a couple of times and the Italian rubbed my hard shaft against the boy’s anal opening. I so wanted to lick that sweet ass before sliding inside. I asked the boy to turn around and he understood.
Now the two of them were licking and sucking my cock together, while I had a face full of sweet brown boy ass. I licked the hole thoroughly and kissed sexy, round butt cheeks. Rimming was not always of interest to me but this buttery boy was just the thing. I tried to insert a finger but the angle wasn’t good and he was very tight, so I could only play on the outside. Nonetheless, this was very arousing and I knew that my cock was heading for an orgasm.
The Arab must have sensed my state as well and turned back around to kiss me while the Italian rubbed my shaft on the boy’s ass which was now very wet from my mouth action. The boy lengthened his body to be parallel to mine with my hard cock tucked between the upper inner thighs near his ass. The boy pressed his hard cock against my stomach and held it there with one of his hands. He vigorously bounced up and down on my cock and I think that the Italian used his mouth as well. It was like open air fucking and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I wanted to be inside him, but my cock had no patience and shot a big load that went into the mouth of the Italian. I heard him gagging from the amount of cum that was filling his mouth. The Arab collapsed fully on top of me and kissed me sweetly on the cheek because I was still gasping from the orgasm. He was attractive enough to be labelled gorgeous and appear on magazine covers.
The youth climbed off my body and stood like a beautiful statue looking down on me with his remarkable smile. “Grazie,” they both said as the two picked up their towels and left the room closing the door for my privacy. “Wow,” I spoke aloud with a deep exhale. I stayed in the room awhile with the door closed to savor the smell and sweetness of the young boy. I had never had such a satisfying young man experience before and I could understand how someone might become addicted to that flavor.
I left my reverie and went to the shower room where I didn’t really want to remove the remains of the sexual experience. I redressed and returned my key to the handsome man at the desk who thanked me in English. It was a slow climb up the spiral staircase since I had left my energy on the floor below. I opened the door to the outside world where it was a bright sunny day and my eyes were startled from the brightness. I shielded my eyes with my hands and got my bearings for the walk back to where I was staying. I would need to find a market where I could get a large bottled water to replenish the fluids that I had given so happily in the soft light of the Roman baths.
Vincenzo in Salerno
Being in Italy again after a ten year absence, took me back to a visit when I met Vincenzo in Salerno. For that trip, I was going to be in Italy for a month and looked ahead of time at postings to see if there were any men of interest. I located a profile by a top who enjoyed introducing foreigners to the joys of Italy. I was particularly interested because he was in Southern Italy where I hadn’t been before.
I wrote to him and he shared my interest in meeting. We continued to email regularly and established an online friendship. I planned to arrive in Rome in the Spring and spend a week there before taking the train to Naples and then on to Salerno on Italy’s Western coast. There Vincenzo would meet me and I would stay with him for a few days. Initially, I was reluctant to sleepover with him, but he gained my trust during the weeks of emails and I agreed to his generous offer to house me. I had some anxiety, but I had begun working on being more adventurous and brave.
I arrived in Salerno early in the afternoon and Vincenzo was there at the station to meet me. He was a swarthy looking man with a stocky build and I already knew from pictures that he was rather hairy. He was a professional looking man in his middle fifties. Vincenzo had a ready smile and a hearty, “Buongiorno,” as we greeted and shook hands with both of us smiling. He escorted me to his parked car and I was impressed to see a sizeable dark blue Mercedes. I knew that he was a businessman but I did not know at what level until I was in Italy.
When I asked Vincenzo about his work, I was informed that he owned a nearby factory which made the metal cans for tomatoes. He seemed somewhat embarrassed that it was a pedestrian product, but I found this most interesting and it explained the expensive car. He drove us the short distance to a group of six story condos on the outskirts of Salerno. He pulled the car into his garage and we took the elevator to the top floor where his housekeeper/cook greeted us with a big smile. She had prepared a light meal for us. I wondered what he had told her about me, but didn’t ask. I was now completely at ease with Vincenzo and banished any anxieties I might have had about spending three days with this man.
The condo was a modern two-bedroom space with plain white walls and large windows that let in a good amount of light. There was a small balcony that overlooked the street below. I noted a rack with clothes drying and was surprised to see that even a wealthy man who had a washing machine and a housekeeper didn’t have a dryer. I was used to seeing clotheslines on the outsides of most Italian residences to dry clothes naturally, but this was unexpected. The condo was furnished simply but there were some original modern pieces of art on the walls. After I settled in with my luggage, Vincenzo wanted to show off one of his prized possessions. We took the elevator back to the garage where there was a small attached room. There was a large refrigerator and hanging from the low ceiling was a whole leg of prosciutto. On the counter was a professional stainless steel meat slicer. I was most impressed and very happy when he took down the ham and sliced off enough for us to have as an appetizer before dinner. It was some of the best prosciutto I had ever had.
Vincenzo explained that he grew up in Parma where his family still lived. He had a villa there and visited when he could get away from the business, especially at holidays. He had never married and lived a single life. I asked if they knew about his sexual life and he looked at me like it was a crazy question. “No one knows and it must remain that way,” he emphasized strongly. I wasn’t surprised since I knew that this was the way for that generation in Italy. I wondered if the millennials would be more open.
We returned to the upstairs space with our freshly sliced appetizer and took seats at a table for four with two place settings. There was an opened bottle of red wine and some fresh fennel on the table. A loaf of crusty bread had been thickly sliced and a bowl of “oliva misto” caught my hungry eye. Vincenzo directed me to sit while he got a plate for the prosciutto from the kitchen. He returned and took a seat opposite me.
The cook, a pleasant, short refrigerator sized woman, common in Southern Italy brought two bowls of steaming “tortellini en brodo.” She also plated freshly sliced mozzarella cheese to compliment the prosciutto. For me, this was one of the best meals to have in Italy whether at home or in a restaurant. The freshness and deep flavors of the food just led one to say, “This is the best food I ever ate.” I was extremely grateful to the food producers of Italy and my host.
The cook did not remain but gave her farewells to leave us to our meal. We stayed at the table for ninety minutes fully enjoying the repast and getting to know one another better. Now that the cook was not in the apartment, the conversation could be more open. I asked if he had had a partner before and he told me stories of his last partner who had died a few years ago. The partner had been the papal liaison of a Christian brotherhood in the US. He came to Rome often and they would meet outside of Rome where neither of them might be recognized. The two also shared vacation times in Germany, Switzerland and Austria which allowed a more carefree atmosphere to the closed lives that both of them were living.
During the vacation times, they would room together and have up to ten days with lots of intimacy and romance. They had lived this relationship for twenty years and had found it to be very satisfying. I was interested to learn the dynamics of his long distance relationship. This arrangement might have been the “other woman” type in a straight life, but here it was their primary connection for sex and intimacy as well as a deep friendship and caring for each other. I didn’t seem satisfying or sufficient for me but for Vincenzo it must have worked well.
When we were finished eating, there were no leftover items. We had consumed everything, including the bottle of wine. We took the dishes into the kitchen and Vincenzo insisted that he alone would make things clean and tidy. That was not the task of a guest. I was the same way in my own house, so I completely understood and enjoyed the similarity of mindset.
When he finished cleaning, Vincenzo brought two small glasses and a bottle of limoncello into the living room where I was browsing the shelves of photos and memorabilia. He didn’t ask if I wanted a drink, but poured two glasses and came to me with mine. “This is good for the digestion,” he stated and added, “cin, cin.” The limoncello was sweet and more pungent than I was used to and I asked about it. “I make this from the local lemons,” he declared with a proud smile.
I asked about the photos and learned that his older brother and sister lived in the Parma area where the family had been for generations. Vincenzo was the only gadfly and part of that had been so that he could have a life away from the prying eyes of his family. He had known as a young man that he was attracted to older men and had no interest in women. Vincenzo had never married which was not uncommon for the youngest male to remain single and close to the mother. Both of his parents were still living and producing olive oil on the estate along with the older brother. He travelled to Parma every month and during the hot Summertime in Salerno he stayed longer.
I asked about going to Pompeii the next day and Vincenzo declared that he had something much better in mind but I would learn about it in the morning. He moved closer to me on the leather sofa where we had been having our discussion. He placed a firm hand on my thigh saying, “You are very handsome and I want to take you to my bed. Would you like to be with me?” This was very forward for an Italian man and I was surprised by the sudden change in approach. I knew the minute that I saw him, I would enjoy being with this very masculine man so I accepted the offer and touched him gently on the cheek. He smiled broadly and led the way to the bedroom which had a king-size bed.
It was evening and the room was dark so he lit a small bedside lamp which gave the room a soft glow. When I entered the room, he turned and kissed me hard on the lips while his hands firmly rubbed my chest. His lips tasted pleasantly of the limoncello. I was wearing a light sweater and felt his hands slip underneath to reach my nipples. He twisted them hard which was mildly painful, but also stimulating. I felt his eager, hard cock pressing against me. He was a changed man in the bedroom and I was aroused by the aggression. I wondered if he had been this way with his priest friend as well.
I lifted up my sweater and exposed a smooth chest for him to enjoy. His mouth went right for a nipple and he suckled on one tit before moving to the other. “Come be naked,” he encouraged me while undressing himself. I did as suggested and climbed onto the big bed and lay there naked face up, enticing him to be with me. He placed his sturdy hairy body on top of mine and tucked his hard, thick cock between my legs. Vincenzo was indeed quite hairy front and back much as I had anticipated. He kissed me gently this time and said, “I’m happy to have you naked in my bed. I want to kiss all of you.”
True to his word, he moved from my lips to my eyes before plunging his bristly face into the side of my neck where he bit provocatively. He moved to the other side and bit that side of the neck in the same manner. Vincenzo lowered himself again and returned to my nipples where he kissed and sucked them before providing sharp bites that sent a pain signal to my brain. He kissed my soft belly, nuzzling his grizzled face into the flesh as he rubbed my chest firmly. I wondered when he was last naked in bed with a man.
My cock was now in his face and fully erect. He kissed the mushroom head and licked slowly down to the base where he kissed each of my balls. Vincenzo lowered himself again and kissed the insides of my thighs. “I want you to turn over,” he commanded. I complied with the request and he moved back up to lay flat on my body. I felt a hard cock pressing into my ass crack which was very stimulating. He kissed the back of my neck before taking a full bite on both sides. I enjoyed the way that he kissed me sensually, but could have lived without the biting. He straddled my body and rubbed my back with strong hands while that stiff dick remained pressed securely between my cheeks.
Vincenzo dribbled saliva onto his hard, thick cock and then onto my anal opening. He used the head of his cock to spread the saliva around the opening. I tried to relax so that I could be receptive to him without lube. He thrust hard and I felt the big mushroom head drive inside me. My mouth gaped from the roughness and I pressed my face down on the pillow to deal with the pain. He pushed slowly, but firmly deeper inside until I knew his balls were pressing against my ass cheeks. He pulled back but not out and began a slow back and forth of his hard shaft inside my smooth naked body. Each time Vincenzo withdrew almost to the point of exit and I was grateful that he did not exit, because that head was very wide and difficult to take.
I heard his breathing getting quicker as his cock picked up the pace. The sweat dripped from his hairy body and fell onto my back before trickling down the sides. His thrusts became more intense and I sensed his desire to be as deep inside as possible. His hands moved to my back pushing me deeper into the bed which caused my back to arch and lift up my opening. He could plunge deeper now smashing his overloaded balls hard against my body with each full thrust. I felt the head of that shaft get bigger and harder and knew that his orgasm was imminent. He didn’t slow down or withdraw but kept plunging with purpose to reach his goal.
“Ugggghhhh,” Vincenzo grunted out as he filled me with a ton of hot sperm. More hard thrusts pushed the fluids deeper inside. He gave a huge exhale and fully collapsed on top of me with his dick still deeply inserted. His breathing was labored but that cock stayed hard. Gradually, his body relaxed and the breathing returned to normal, but the thick shaft remained firmly placed. It might have been seven or eight minutes later when I felt his dick soften and recede. At the same time, I began to hear the soft sounds of snoring as he proceeded to drift off while still on top of me. I enjoyed supporting Vincenzo’s weight following his orgasm inside me. I cherished the relaxed Vincenzo who could drift away while still inserted.
It became necessary to slide Vincenzo to the side so that I was not fully supporting his body weight while he slept. He didn’t awake as I did so, but draped his arm over me while I moved us into spooning. I nestled myself into the thick hairy body with my ass tucked near his well used thick cock.
His sleep moved to a deeper state and I sensed that he wouldn’t wake for some hours. I wasn’t inclined to sleep just then but allowed my thoughts to reexperience the events of the day. The travel and sights along the way, meeting Vincenzo and getting to know another man’s life, the delicious meal and conversation that was so open busied my restless mind. Did he see me as a potential partner like his religious friend? Tomorrow we would have a whole day together and I would get to know more and get a better sense of direction.
Vincenzo Day 2
At some point I drifted off with Vincenzo still sleeping curled around my body. It was still dark when I felt his hand roaming my chest while the hard cock pressed into my ass cheeks. I struggled up from a deep sleep and arched my back ever so slightly to send a receptive signal to the directness of that hard dick. “You are so sexy in my bed,” he whispered to the back of my neck as his hot breath warmed the space. He cupped my breast and then squeezed my nipple playfully.
I reached back and massaged his extended cock. “Oh, yes,” he said gruffly and I could feel his muscles tighten in anticipation. I rubbed the head of the stiff shaft on my ass crack and felt precum begin to lubricate my opening enough for me to consider letting him enter just like that. I remembered the pain of the first entry and decided to add some of my saliva to his precum.
I changed the angle of my back so that Vincenzo could just push straight forward and slide inside with his big mushroom headed cock. Perhaps I was still somewhat stretched out because there was no pain as the large head of his stiff stick slid inside. He too noticed that I was more receptive than the first time, but he still only pushed in deeper with slow and steady movements until the whole shaft was fully penetrating me. I gave deep exhales and relaxed myself for what I sensed would come next. He slid his body over so that we were at ninety-degree angles with his hard dick deep inside.
Vincenzo steadily increased the speed of the thrusts and I was so filled with big cock that I had to hold onto the side of the bed to stay in place or he would have fucked me right out of the bed. The strong thrusts exuded his masculinity which I found very attractive and stimulating. As he thrust, I stroked my cock until it was just as hard as his. In this position he located my prostate with his big mushroom head and my own cock head began to produce precum which worked well with my stroking.
He didn’t cum as quickly as he had the first time, but slowed and relaxed the tempo. Vincenzo pulled out all of the way and pushed fully right back in again. He was training my opening to be used to the size of that big mushroom tip. I found this new sensuality stimulating and my cock began to really harden. It felt so good to feel this masculine man deep inside. Knowing that I would cum, I slowed down my stroking to lengthen our fun.
All of a sudden, as if a light switch had been flipped, he returned to the strong dedicated thrusts that pushed deep inside. I sensed that he had chosen to orgasm and I returned to my more serious cock stroking. As his dick thickened, just before orgasm, it hit a new place that shot my sperm out of me with a huge force. I yelped and closed down firmly on his cock which led to him have his own forceful ejaculation.
He exhaled and affectionately rubbed the back of my neck saying, “There you go.” I was catching my breath from the exertion and reached behind me to tenderly massage his leg that was still pressed up against my body. I may have fallen asleep with him still inside, as I quickly drifted back into the land of sleep from which he had awakened me. It was likely that I had many sexy penetration dreams with this swarthy man tucked up from behind.
I awakened to the sound of running water and sensed that the space next to me in bed was unoccupied. I had no idea of the time, but it was daylight and I felt well rested, ready to take on the adventures of the day. I went to the other bedroom where my luggage was and used the bathroom there to get cleaned up. The warm water washed away all evidence of the night’s manly activities. I put on clean clothes feeling refreshed and ready to learn what Vincenzo had planned.
When I came to the living area, he was sitting on the sofa with a mug of dark brew. I was grateful for the aroma of coffee as I came into the space. “There’s cafe for you in the kitchen,” he offered without moving. I noted the standard Italian metal coffee maker and helped myself to a full cup of the necessary hot liquid.
In my usual morning way, I wasn’t very talkative. I really needed coffee and had to adjust my body and mind to the start of another day. I wondered how Vincenzo was in the morning. “Did you sleep OK?” he began. I informed him that I had but that the best part of the night was when he had awakened me for sex. He returned a satisfied smile and went back to drinking his Italian coffee. I had truly enjoyed the 3 AM sex that was driven by his hormones and my proximity. Vincenzo was much the same way as I was in the morning, with no eating and limited conversation. I had a sense that we would be good travel partners.
“Where are we going today?” I asked. “Paestum,” came back the reply. A word that I hadn’t heard before. “There are ancient Greek temples there that are in fantastic condition and not a lot of people go there. It’s a special place for me.” I suspected that Vincenzo had had special times there with his partner. “Where is it? I haven’t heard of it before.” “It’s an hour to the South of us and it’ll be a good weather day to be outside.”
It was early Spring which could be a magical time in Italy as life returned from the Winter grey. I became excited by the plan and was happy that I had chosen to be with Vincenzo for a few days. There would be hot sex and travel that was not easily done without a car. What a good find!
Half an hour later we were in the Mercedes headed South. I felt special being in a larger car in a country where many vehicles were small and narrow. I also felt safe and secure with this local man who was intent on introducing me to his favorite places. I was now completely at ease in the competent hands of this trustworthy man. It was indeed a mild sunny day and the choice of a light sweater was a good one for the day.
The countryside opened up after Salerno and green was the prevalent Spring color. It felt liberating to be traveling without being on mass transit. My spirit cleared and soared as I felt the freshness of the Spring air grace my face. Was this a taste of my future?
Paestum had three main temples that were in remarkable condition and they sat on a large open area with tall old trees nearby. They were constructed between 600 BC and 450 BC. We were fortunate that there was only a couple dozen people visiting and we were able to enjoy a quiet leisurely walk among the well preserved ruins. There was a museum at the site, but neither of us wanted to be indoors on such a beautiful day. We took pictures of each other with a temple in the background but not one of us together.
We were comfortable with each other and conversation was relaxed, not forced or trite. Each was ready to listen and be open to the other about one’s self. For me, these were valuable times for insights and learning the inward workings of the other. I didn’t sense that Vincenzo had much negativity but he did very much want to be viewed as a normal Italian man. He certainly had passion which was demonstrated more than once.
As we drove back North, he suggested that we enjoy some seaside time in Salerno. I had never been there before, so I readily accepted the suggestion. The waterfront was designed for people to relax and enjoy communal time near the water. Long walkways, with parks and playgrounds lined the waterfront with rows of restaurants set far away from the water so as not to obstruct the views to the sea.
Couples, old and young, strolled along while conversing in the late afternoon. We spent significant time sitting on a bench like two old men who had known each other for years. No one passing would know that we had just met the day before. Even though we were speaking English we blended into the scenery along the picturesque waterfront.
Underneath a nearby bench I noted a single white rose with the base wrapped in aluminum foil. I wondered how it came to be there and soon my brain was flooded with various stories. I thought about a child bringing a flower to a grandparent or a teenage boy making an offering to a first love. Did the rose now reside on the ground because it had been rejected? Was it just inadvertently left behind and now fallen to the ground? It made me realize how much humans crave a good story whether from reality or fantasy.
We strolled into the town area and visited the nearby church before stopping at a trattoria for some thin crust pizza with fresh basil and crumbled sausage. A liter of the house red wine completed our simple meal and my belief that I could live in Italy was reinforced again. Life could be uncomplicated and direct with frequent stimulation of the senses that made me feel alive. We stayed in town to enjoy the sunset on the water which was a fine completion visual to our first full day together.
When we arrived back at Vincenzo’s, he suggested that we get cleaned up after our full day of adventure. I didn’t understand that what he had in mind was the two of us together in his modern tiled walk-in shower. I was heading to the bathroom I had used in the morning when Vincenzo directed me to the room where we had slept. Attached to this room was a beautifully designed modern bathroom unlike what’s typical for Italy. I was certain that he had custom added it to the space.
The tiles were complex earthy colors complemented by large brass fixtures and glass. The room exuded masculinity and luxury which were two of Vincenzo’s traits. We both undressed and entered the shower. He set the water to a warm and steamy level before turning to gently kiss me. His cock was already engorging with anticipation, stretching out for the warmth it had enjoyed the day before. I reached down with both hands and gently massaged the massive meat until it was pointing upward. Vincenzo had a tremendous libido and testosterone level which were most appealing.
I bent down and put the wet cock head into my warm mouth. Vincenzo leaned back against a wall and pushed his shaft deeper into my mouth. The water was running down his body and my head was getting wet, but I stayed focused on his dick and pleasing him. Vincenzo held my head firmly while pushing his hard dick back and forth into me stretching to reach the back of my throat. I tasted the salty precum that was lessened by the water from the shower.
I stood up and kissed him with the taste still in my mouth. He pushed his tongue deep into me demonstrating his desire for penetration. I felt his hard shaft pressing into my abdomen and my own cock filled with excitement and anticipation. He rubbed our two dicks together and applied some soap for lubrication. We were well matched and my breathing quickened from his handywork.
Vincenzo leaned down and rubbed his face into my chest before moving to suck on one of my nipples. He turned me toward the wall and used some soap to lather up my ass while his cock pressed hard against one of my cheeks. He pushed in a middle finger to get me ready for the big mushroom tip. He thrust in and out with that thick finger until I felt the thickness of a second finger. Thrusting and twisting with two fingers he spread me open.
More soap was added to my ass and his cock as he bent me over to fully expose the opening. I reached for one of the brass fixtures for support, knowing that Vincenzo would enter me in one quick thrust. His cock was so hard that he pushed right inside and half way on the first push. My brain flashed pain but it quickly subsided as he held me firmly in place. His body was pressed against mine while strong hands held onto my hips as he pushed deeper inside.
It felt like this had been on his mind since early afternoon when his looks at me had become more lustful. He sped up his thrusts and smashed his hairy balls against my smooth ass cheeks. It must have been a good visual from his perspective with the high contrast. His thick dark cock was plunging between my white ass cheeks with passion and force. He would own me and take me when he wanted. I was impressed with his virility to be so ready again. It made me feel attractive and desirable, wanting to meet his needs.
He pulled his cock out and turned me around. He pushed me to my knees with the water cascading down on both of us. He held my head and pushed the big mushroom head past my lips and deep into my throat. He only pumped a few times before I felt his cock harden further and pulse two huge loads of cum down my receptive throat. I gagged slightly from the abundance of cum and shower water, but he held my head in place completing the marking of his territory.
Vincenzo kept me in that place for a few minutes while both of us made efforts to normalize our breathing. My cock slowly softened after being so aroused by his masculine controlling manner. I had no need of orgasm after giving this man all of what he wanted without hesitation. I freely gave myself to him for his needs and pleasure. I understood that my needs and pleasures would always be secondary.
Vincenzo retrieved his cock from my mouth and pulled me up to kiss me gently. His strong arms reached around my naked body and pulled me roughly into him with his full strength, demonstrating his range of tenderness and toughness. I wondered if he had been this rough with his former partner.
We cleaned each other as primates do and headed straight for the bed. He snuggled in behind me and drifted off quickly while I listened to the gentle snoring. His soft and satisfied cock was pressed up against me and I enjoyed the closeness of my man. I sensed that he had shown me his way and that he would always be a total top. Was that enough for me? I would, at some point, need to have a warm mouth on my cock and someone to take my orgasm. I left those thoughts behind as I fell into a deep sleep, not to waken until morning.
Vincenzo Day 3
I did not awaken to the sound of running water, but to the sense of emptiness in the bed beside me. My arm reached behind to confirm what my senses knew. I allowed myself to remain alone for some time with my thoughts and senses taking in this space and adventure. I was fully enjoying myself and happy to be with this masculine man who could offer an easy life of being his submissive. I sensed that he was becoming attached to me in addition to being attracted. It was clear, however, that we would not be able to live together and be open as lovers but would need to be just friends in our face to the world.
I could understand how he had enjoyed having a partner who also desired to be under the radar with his sexual orientation. I had been that way for ten years myself before I could no longer live a life that required duplicity and internal conflict. Now I was very integrated with myself about my sexuality and who I was as a person. I honored and nurtured all of the parts of me and had found my inner happiness in doing so. I didn’t want to lose my hard fought gains.
We had another day ahead of us, so I didn’t need to resolve those issues and put them in the background. I arose and cleaned in my bathroom before heading to the kitchen for coffee. Vincenzo was typing away on a laptop and didn’t provide a morning greeting as I entered the living room with my coffee. I could see his empty cup next to the laptop and took a seat on the comfortable sofa. I remained quiet while he worked so as not to disturb him. It was his space and I was to be a proper guest.
About ten minutes later he stopped typing and said, “Ah, Buongiorno. Scusi.” He explained that he was working on a big deal with a large customer and needed to stay focused. It was helpful to see him in his business life and I asked, “Is it possible to see your factory?” He was shocked by my request saying, “It’s just a factory and not very interesting for an intelligent man like you.” I disagreed replying, “It would be most interesting to me and not something that most visitors to Italy would ever get a chance to see. I’ve worked in American factories and I would learn much from seeing the way it is in Italy.”
“If you like, we can go today, since the factory’s closed and only the security will be there.” I saw that he didn’t fully understand my point but wanted to please me. “We’re going to Amalfi today and it’s on the way.” “Grazie, perfecto!” I smiled in appreciation of his acceptance. Was I learning how to use his desire to please me to get something that I wanted? Were we starting to make patterns of behavior between us?
Thirty minutes later we were in the Mercedes headed to his factory which was about twenty minutes away. It was much larger than I had imagined sitting on a couple acres of land in the countryside. Security at the gate stood at attention and saluted as the boss arrived. I was immediately impressed with the cleanliness of the building and parking areas, but even more impressed as we entered the large cinderblock building.
You could have eaten off of the floor! It was far cleaner than any place I had worked or been in within the US. Even in the storage areas that held large rolls of sheet metal that would be stamped into various sized cans, the cleanliness was surprising. Furthermore, it seemed like areas were color coded with bright paint demonstrating that fine sense of Italian design. Vincenzo walked me through the process from raw materials to finished products including the conveyor that produced the metal lids. They didn’t process any food, but simply focused on producing different lines of cans for other companies to fill with their products. That was part of how it could be so clean and organized. They were focused on just one element of production.
It was helpful to see him in his other environment where he was the straightest person you could meet. It gave me a better sense of the two people who lived inside him. I’m sure that I was the same way in my work life in the corporate world where I also was the straightest person in the group. I could easily understand and appreciate the choices this man was making but I sensed that he would be this way for forever.
Vincenzo completed the tour and declared that we should be on our way. I thanked him and we began the ninety minute ride to Amalfi. It was a beautiful sunny Sunday which meant that there would be other Italians and tourists on the narrow coastline road that would take us there. I was astonished as I viewed cars actually passing one another on the road with sheer drop offs on the one side. I asked Vincenzo about accidents and he assured me that they happened all the time and really backed up traffic when that happened.
I was grateful that our trip was uneventful but remarkable nonetheless. The steep mountain cliffs on one side of the road and the quick drop offs to the sea below were truly impressive. Vincenzo pointed out each of the hilltop towers that were built centuries ago to be on the lookout for warring ships and pirates. The coast had always seen conflict and smuggling although now it was just smuggling.
Nothing prepared me for the lemon trees of this area. The fruits were the size of footballs and I wondered how the trees supported so much weight. The area was well known for its limoncello and candied fruit rind made from these enormous and tasty lemons. We sampled both when we strolled the famous city along the water.
Vincenzo wanted me to see the Duomo which was in the central piazza up a flight of steep steps. The sense of being a pilgrim was completed by climbing the steps to arrive at the impressive bronze doors that were a thousand years old. It was likely that this church had been a place of physical refuge in addition to its spiritual function.
Like many famous Duomos in Italy, there were impressive frescoes and paintings, but this church was famous for the small crypt in the lower level where the remains of St. Andrew could be worshiped. There was a great sense of spirit in this enclosed space and devout worshipers may have outnumbered the tourists on this Sunday afternoon. There was a musty smell that blended with the scents from lit candles in small red glass containers.
Vincenzo had another outing in mind that he had not described to me. After our time in the Duomo, he determined that it was time to leave Amalfi. We took a short ride back towards Salerno before pulling off onto a narrow side street. Within one hundred meters we arrived at a small parking lot that had half a dozen cars. We were having dinner at a restaurant that overlooked the city of Amalfi and the coast. The parking attendant took the keys to the car and Vincenzo was welcomed by name at the door when we entered. This was a fine dining establishment where he was again welcomed by name at the host station.
We were led to a table by the central window that looked down at the beautiful Amalfi harbor on this sunny Sunday. It might have been the best table in the restaurant. A handsome waiter with short dark hair and an athletic build provided us with menus and a wine list. Neither menu had any prices which confirmed that it was very expensive. I asked Vincenzo to order for us since he was clearly familiar with the menu and wine list and I was intimidated, not by the Italian, but by the expense.
We had an extraordinary meal the likes of which most would have rarely in a lifetime. Fresh pasta with translucent crispy basil, a whole grilled fish that was dressed with herbs and a buttery sauce, fragrant cheeses that were from the town below and a wine that tasted like none I had ever had before.
I was quite familiar with all levels of Italian wine and when I couldn’t determine the types of grapes used, I asked Vincenzo who called over the wine steward. The mature, salt and pepper haired man gave me his full attention and listened to my question but had a quizzical appearance when I asked what kind of grapes they were. He pointed to a vineyard below us on the slope of the hill and informed us that it was those grapes. The restaurant had its own vineyard! That was an extraordinary meal and experience which remained pleasantly lodged in my memory.
As one would expect, we were there a couple of hours and the sun was setting as we departed our amazing view. The return drive seemed shorter and I spent much of it finding different ways to express my gratitude for another special day. I knew that when we arrived at Vincenzo’s condo, my naked body would show my full appreciation.
We entered the condo and turned on some lights before I walked up to Vincenzo and kissed him tenderly on the lips. He was surprised that I was taking the lead and initiating physical contact. I was sure that he also had sex on his mind but I was the one avoiding any delay. He responded by reaching around with both of his strong hands to squeeze my two ass cheeks. He started gently, but passion soon took over and the grip became very firm and intense, almost to the point of pain.
I felt Vincenzo’s dick growing in his pants seeking my attention. I reached down with one hand and began to rub the thick shaft through his pants. As it got firm, I dropped to my knees. I unzipped the pants and gently reached in releasing the hard cock into the open air. It was a beautiful thick stick and I had learned how to manage the oversized mushroom tip. I licked up and down on the underside of the shaft before opening wide to envelope the head. Vincenzo was sensually rubbing my hair and pulling on my ear lobes.
I lunged forward to push his dick to the back of my warm mouth. It felt so good have such a mouthful of meaty cock. I relaxed my throat and moved his dick deeper inside me but he gave the final push to fill up the back of my throat. Vincenzo held my head in place to enjoy the depth before slowly pulling back to let me breathe. I took deep gulps of air before plunging in again to please his huge cock and satisfy my desire to be filled. I tasted the saltiness of the precum and it encouraged me to go faster back and forth sucking on this big dick. I held onto Vincenzo’s firm legs as I knelt and sucked him until I heard, “Let’s go to bed.”
I agreed but insisted on getting cleaned up from the long day before using the bed. I washed in the privacy of my bathroom before arriving naked and refreshed in Vincenzo’s bedroom. He was already nude on the bed with his cock pointing up to the ceiling. I was pleased to come to this very masculine man with a dark hairy chest. I straddled him and his hard cock which was pressing against the space just behind by smooth balls. I had already applied some lube to be ready for his entry but I wanted to tease him before I rode his thick stick. I rubbed my balls back and forth along the hard shaft enjoying the feeling of his stiffness.
I leaned forward and slipped one of my nipples into Vincenzo’s hungry mouth relishing the way that he hungrily nurtured himself from my chest. I slid down placing his cock behind me so that it rested between my firm ass cheeks. I slid my opening up and down stimulating both areas. I sat up and pushed his cock head to my opening and exhaled a deep relaxing breath as I slowly lowered myself all the way to the base of the massive shaft. He filled me up so much that I was certain my eyes were bulging out. I held him tightly with my sphincter muscles as I got used to the thick size.
I sensually pushed up and down on the hard cock as I leaned into his chest with my head. I didn’t allow the big mushroom head to escape, but used it as the end point of the journey inside me. Our breathing increased and my dick hardened against his furry abdomen. As I leaned forward, he pushed his cock deep inside me and began to thrust from his position beneath me. I loved the power of his hard member inside and I felt his body tense with anticipation. “Whooosh,” came his release inside me and I took joy feeling his hot sperm painting my dark interior. Following the laws of gravity, his cum dripped back down onto his furry balls. Vincenzo held me tightly with his strong arms across my smooth back, keeping me in place while his aftershocks continued pushing more cum deeper inside me.
The warmth of his body, breath and sperm were in full harmony and my body cherished the intimacy that we were making. We stayed quietly that way for a few moments enjoying the endorphins that had been released in both of us. Was I starting to have feelings for this attractive man? Would I return to share more intimacy in his bed?
Without warning, Vincenzo roughly pushed me to the side moving me so that my face was pressed into a pillow. He straddled my body from behind and shoved his still hard cock into me, sliding past my slippery ass cheeks. He rapidly pushed his dick back and forth with the cock head coming fully out each time. There was something animalistic in his fucking this way, making sure that I knew he was in control and that he would take what he wanted from me on his terms. My more sensual way didn’t fulfill the alpha male part of him that needed to be expressed.
Since Vincenzo had just orgasmed, he didn’t cum for some time, but still had the libido to continue thrusting repeatedly. He smacked my ass with firm hands sending stinging pain signals to my brain. He pressed down hard on both ass cheeks to tighten my opening and I felt his cock stiffen further. His balls were smashing into me and his breaths became shorter and faster. His sweat was dripping heavily on me but I just focused on the feeling of the hard cock thrusting in and out of me. “Uggggghhhh,” he grunted as his cock added the new load of cum. The warm gushy feeling made me smile, knowing that he had wanted me for a second round.
Vincenzo quickly collapsed heavily onto me and his cock didn’t last long inside due to the slippery cum that he had put there twice. When his shaft came out, he slid to the side and lay with his face looking at the ceiling while his breathing still strove to normalize. I slid over and rested my head on the furry sweaty chest that smelled of pure masculinity. “What a good day,” I declared sincerely. I repeated those words a couple of times as I felt him collapse into the security of the supportive mattress. His breathing slowed and the sounds of drifting off began to take over. “What a good day,” I now said aloud to just myself with the full depth of truth. It felt like Molly’s “Yes, yes, yes,” affirmation in Joyce’s Ulysses. I sensed my own words slowly drifting away as I moved to the land of dreams.
Vincenzo Day 4
“Wake up,” Vincenzo whispered in my ear while he pressed his naked hairy body against me. I felt his flaccid cock against my flesh and noted that it had no urgency. “We have to go,” he continued as his manly hand rubbed the back of my head. I knew that the end of our long weekend had come and he would need to work while I was due back in Rome. I didn’t want to get out of bed quickly, after having done so during my work life. I wanted to linger and enjoy the comfort of the soft sheets and pillows.
This time he smacked my bare ass to stimulate me into moving and I got the point. I roused myself without self-motivation and drifted into the bathroom of “my” room. He followed me and made sure that the bed looked as if it had been used so that his housekeeper would have two beds to clean. She would likely notice that one bed was much more used than the other, but it would reduce the level of embarrassment for both of them. These were the requirements of the closeted life.
Coffee was ready when I arrived at the living area with my suitcase packed and ready to go. Vincenzo would drive me to the train station and get at the factory before the rest of the office people but not before the factory workers who always started early on Mondays.
Neither of us wanted to have the conversation about when we would see each other again. I sensed that he was ready to have us continue in this life of secrecy but I was not so sure that I was ready to give up my adventurous life. I knew that I wouldn’t change him, but there was a strong likelihood that he would change me to suit his needs and I might be compliant. I wondered how long it would take for me to resent his constraints on more than my body. I was quite willing to fully give him my body, but my spirit was another entity.
We hugged and kissed gently in the condo where we had privacy, but he had already changed into his business persona and I understood that his spirit was now at the factory. Vincenzo was ready to put me at a distance until his sexual needs outweighed his need for privacy. Neither of us knew when we would meet again and neither wanted to ask the question to which we both knew the answer.
Anthony in Bari
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.
Charles in Florence
We had agreed to meet not far from the Ponte Victoria where I was staying in Florence. He was an American professor who was teaching in the town and we had connected through a sexual website for men. I was staying closer to the meeting point and arrived before he did. It was not long after the scheduled time that I saw the man who was my adventure in Florence.
He had not alerted me that he would be using a cane and limping but I suspected that that was the reason for his slight tardiness. I might not have alerted him either if it would have reduced the likelihood of our meeting. He was slightly older than the age listed on his profile but I was guilty of the same dishonesty and to a similar degree. His smile was genuine when he noted me in the black and red leather jacket that I had told him I would be wearing. “Ciao, ciao” he greeted in his midwestern Italian. I was also initially from the Midwest US and so guilty of the same American Italian although his was much better than mine. It was the smile and the glint in his eyes that identified his American generosity of spirit.
“Do you mind walking with me to the place I must go today?” he queried. It struck me that his English had an Italian sentence structure. He must have been in Italy for some time. I had no plans and enjoyed meeting new people to learn their stories, so I accepted his invitation for a stroll together. He might also know parts of Florence which I did not. “I have some documents that I must present today and then I am free for the afternoon.”
We started across the bridge from the Alte Arno and I wondered if the river had always been this turgid color or if Galileo had seen something quite different. Was the nunnery where his daughter stayed the one I saw up on the hill? Was her experience of the Arno so different from her famous father’s? The river had continued flowing through so many events in history.
Charles spoke of his injury right away and I knew most of the story before we had finished crossing the river. He had fallen a few months ago down a stone stairwell in Florence and severely injured one of his legs. As fortune would have it, he was due to fly back to the states soon after the mishap and he just took a more immediate way to get there. He needed serious surgery on the leg due to multiple fractures. The doctors had declared success but the patient was far from pieced back together all of the way. Edema was an issue in the uninjured leg and lots of pain remained which required the use of the cane.
The psychological damage hadn’t really been addressed and he was very conservatively navigating the uneven pedestrian walks of the old stones of Florence’s pavements. He periodically cursed and snarled, pointing at the offending uneven tiles with the tip of his cane. “Why don’t they fix those?” He might as well have been asking the Gods as the Italian infrastructure crew who knew how to demolish but were always slow at repair. Charles had not the resources at hand to correct the problem and so pointed his cane and used his colorful Italian to tell the tiles what he thought of them. I hoped it made him feel better.
I also noted that he was insecure in crossing the busy streets with no traffic signals and so I navigated the traffic for us using my energy to require motorbikes and cars to stop for these two old men crossing the street in the proper location. I was confident that the drivers of any vehicle would know that they were in for trouble with two old men, one with a cane, if they didn’t provide the proper yield to let us cross without further injury or assault. In the end, Italians were more law abiding than not and respectful of age, even when they’re in a hurry.
He hadn’t really explained where we were going other than that I knew it was in the neighborhood of the stazione. Florence is a maze of short and small streets when you are not in the main tourist areas and he was unclear of the exact twists and turns we needed to take to arrive at our destination. He wasn’t insecure, but unsure and these were important distinctions in behavior.
“Ah!” Charles exhaled as he saw the sign that he had been seeking. This wasn’t his first visit to this office so once he saw familiar signposts he was smiling again and moving along at a brisk and confident pace, even with the cane. Before long we arrived at the destination which I noted was the police station. This made me curious as to his need.
The building was clearly an Italian government structure with security in place and mostly mundane architecture. It was surprising to me that Italians who were so good at all modes of design, managed less well when it was the money of the people being spent. Perhaps it was a holdover of Communist influence.
After we entered the building, Charles approached a customer window and I noted that there was a young handsome policeman who greeted him after an appropriate wait in a short line. There was always waiting in Italy. All of the conversation was in Italian where I was able to catch a few of the words and understood which window in the adjoining room he was to go. He was provided with a numbered ticket, but there was something not quite correct and my companion had to ask at the neighboring window if this was accurate which it was not. Charles had the benefit of one who had dealt with Italian bureaucracy in the past. He knew that his request had to be at one of two numbered windows and the ticket he had been given for waiting was not for one of those windows. The second policeman understood and provided a new ticket that was proper, making us ready for part two.
We moved to the other waiting room which actually had some comfortable seating and I was grateful to be off my feet after walking on stone pavement. Charles showed me his ticket and explained that they had screwed up and given him the wrong ticket for waiting which would have added another dimension of delay. They didn’t apologize for their mistake, but just provided the correct ticket the second time around. He was clearly frustrated but it was pretty good for the Italian government to get it right on the second try. Some Italians would have been amazed that it only required to attempts.
I noted that there were about six numbers ahead of him and I could see the electronic sign better than Charles so I kept track of our progress. In the meantime, my friend explained the details of his need to get a new type of visa to continue his stay in Florence more permanently due to his daughter’s marriage to an Italian. In Italy, it was all about family and once you became part of a family, more opened. As a foreigner, there were many roadblocks and some were impenetrable. But for family, the road opened up and things became possible which had been “tanto impossibile.”
I felt his anxiety even as he girded himself for the upcoming battle with the government worker behind the window. We talked about energy and I helped him adjust his to a more conciliatory place using some Reiki. We waited for about thirty minutes, which at lunch time was really great progress. When his number was called, I observed him walk to the window but he entrusted his cane to me so that he had both hands for talking and explaining the documents he needed to present.
There was a lovely thirtyish female with long dark hair who greeted him in Italian and he had enough command of the language for the conversation to be all in Italian. I learned later that she remembered him from previous visits. When she examined his plasticized paperwork and attached photos, she examined them carefully and declared that he had presented all that was necessary. The new visa would be processed in due time. The earliest would be three months and the latest was never a time that the Italians would divulge. All processes in Italian bureaucracy allowed for the likelihood of unforeseen delay.
I could see that my new friend was in a state of incredulity and he remained at the window until the kind woman once again declared that all was in order and that he could go. It was as though a heavy winter coat had fallen from his broad shoulders and his feet could now move with a new grace and alacrity. He had been granted that which he sought, which was a great surprise to him.
“E miracoli,” Charles declared with a smile as he returned to me and regained his seat because he was almost lightheaded from the news that he had received. And indeed, perhaps a small miracle had taken place in this structured governmental building. While we had been waiting for his turn, I noted that even with the stark appearance of the architecture, the interior designer had made sure that there were some vaulted ceiling spaces and that the lighting was softer as it formed around the curved spaces. Michelangelo would have been commissioned to paint here had he still been around.
Charles was incredulous that he had arrived at a conclusion and that his sisyphean task had been accomplished. Deo gratias! He turned to me and was shaken by the Eastern Reiki which had influenced this implacable Western institution. “How did you do that?” he asked without acknowledging his own contribution to success. “I just adjusted some energy fields. Don’t discount the fact that she recognized you as a supplicant from before and that you had all of your documents perfectly organized. You made all of the correct choices. That’s all.”
“Would you like to see my space in Firenze?” I wanted to head us onto the next phase of our time together. Charles continued to brighten and readily affirmed that he would be delighted to see my space. While still not fully accepting that he had navigated the Italian system, he was happy to put some space between us and the police station.
From here we both knew the way to my residence where I was staying across from Cascini park along the Arno. I had splurged on myself for a two bedroom apartment that would be close to the center but away from tourists. I had been to Florence many times and knew my way around the stimulating city that had been home to so many famous Italians.
It was not long before we were once again crossing the Arno and I was pulling out my big keys for the front door as well as the apartment door. This was an older apartment building with a very heavy wooden door and a giant brass key that would unlock its treasures. I knew that Charles would not be happy to see the single flight of stone stairs to my space, but there were always stairs in Florence.
He “sucked it up” and I could hear his breathing change during the short ascent. My thick wooden apartment door was no smaller than the main building entry and also required a brass key with some heft. The apartment was light and airy with its large door like windows that opened onto the noisy traffic circle below.
I closed the heavy door behind him but didn’t set the brass lock. I offered a beverage which he declined. I showed him around the large space with full kitchen and two bedrooms as well as a pleasant living room. He noted that it was well appointed and collapsed onto the large sofa in the living room which offered respite from his ordeal. His large exhale might have been heard on the circle below us as he finally accepted his own success. “That was amazing! And I thank you for your divine intervention however you made that happen.” Once again, I said that he needed to look no further than his own orderliness, but I knew that I had changed his energy at the police station and that the woman had sensed this new energy and was ready to respond in a way that perhaps she had not before. I was pleased to have assisted him and it might be good for me that he felt indebted.
I sensed correctly, now that he was in a new space which was full of good energy, that he would relax and other things would come to mind. As we chatted on the sofa, Charles gently but purposefully placed his left hand on my right leg. Both of us were wearing long pants since it was not overly warm in Florence for October but I felt him turn towards a sexual experience now that we were behind significant closed doors.
We talked a bit about his family and living in Italy part time as he periodically gave my leg a squeeze. Charles also spoke about some important relationships he had had with men and how they changed his life and career path. They also confirmed his true gay nature and his embrace of who he was. Without warning he shifted himself and pulled me to him so that he could kiss me fully on the mouth with passion and intention. The warmth from his soft lips seeped into me and I both softened and tensed with excitement. He put his right hand on my chest and began to play with my nipple that was eager to receive the attention. He undid a couple of my shirt buttons so that he could stimulate my nipples directly since he could clearly tell that I was enjoying his touch there.
Now that his strong hand was gracing my smooth chest and rubbing my left nipple, I knew it would not be long before I would invite him to the bedroom. I reached down and felt the firmness in his crotch and was pleased to know that I had excited him. “Come to my bed,” I encouraged him and he gave my nipple hard tug and said, “Yes.”
We both removed our clothes in a half orderly fashion and climbed into the large bed with warm covers. It was coolish in the apartment, so we snuggled close together with both of our cocks pressing into one another. We stayed in this sideways frotting position until our bodies warmed up the bed. I moved my lips down his hairy chest and left a trail of small kisses. His dick was thick and hard seeking warmth.
I licked the shaft gently from the tip to the base, lingering at his balls before retracing my path to slip the head of his cock into my wet mouth. I used my tongue to do rings around the tip until I sensed his need for me to take all of him. I took a deep breath and quickly plunged my mouth over the full length of this thick hard cock. I heard his quick intake of breath as I did so and then he let out a moan of satisfaction. That which he had thought about was now happening and his hard cock was fully enveloped in my warm mouth.
I continued to pump my mouth up and down on his stiff dick and each time he expressed his appreciation with exhales and soft moans. One of his hands reached around and began massaging my smooth ass cheeks which caused my back to arch and I moved so that he could reach both cheeks. Each time my mouth reached the base of his hard cock, he gave me a firm squeeze and even a slap or two. Both of us were enjoying the freedom of two men naked in a bed on an Autumn afternoon.
I sensed that he was getting close to an orgasm and I rolled onto my back to give him a chance to delay. He reached over and stroked my hard cock with his firm hand and moved his warm lips to one of my nipples which was happy to have him there. My cock got harder and he began to stroke with more vigor while also taking a mildly painful bite on the nipple. He put my cock into his warm mouth which gave me great pleasure. I arched again and pushed my cock deeper into his throat which made him gag just a little, but it also made his mouth create more saliva to really make my shaft wetter.
I didn’t want to cum yet so I quickly switched positions and once again began pumping his thick hard cock into my warm mouth. I gently rubbed his balls and stroked his legs making his body tense with anticipation. Soon there was a squirt of hot juice into my mouth and then more and more so that I had to swallow to be able to breathe. I took two big gulps of cum and felt him start to relax. Charles gave a huge exhale as though sperm from two years had finally been released into the world. His whole body began to fully collapse into the bed and his big dick lost its stiffness although I still kept it in my mouth.
When I knew that he was finished, I slowly lifted my head from his spent shaft. I wiped my mouth with a hand and fell back on the bed myself, happy to have gotten what I went in for. We lay there for a minute with my cock still aroused which I think he sensed. He reached a hand over and began to slowly stroke me. “Kiss my nipples,” I implored and moved my hand down to stroke my dick. He shifted in the bed so that his warm breath fell onto a nipple and he pressed his tongue down onto the aroused area. He moved his tongue around and pressed his lips into a full kiss. His hand squeezed the other nipple hard and the complex stimulation gave waves of pleasure to my cock. It was not long before I shot cum high into the air and then it came back down onto my chest and his hand. I laughed out loud from the release which caused him to laugh openly as well. We both lay on our backs chickling like children released for recess.
I pulled up the sheets and big comforter so that we would retain the heat that we had generated. “I still don’t know how you did that,” Charles offered and he was not referring to either of our orgasms which he understood perfectly. “I’ve never had that kind of response in Italy” he continued as though he were a professor of science instead of the arts. I simply added, “Welcome to another way. It’s just how Reiki is. It never ceases to amaze me by what can happen.”
We kept our bodies close together under the covers and enjoyed our masculine afternoon off. I knew that he was having anxiety about going down my flight of stairs and I offered to escort him to the street. Charles was grateful for my offer and readily accepted. We covered our nakedness to make the descent back to the outside world. I went first so that I could break his fall should there be a misstep, but all went well and Charles was all smiles heading back into the magical light of Florence.
Heinrich in Austria
It was strange when I was in Italy, that often the German word would come into my head before the Italian and perhaps that led me to recall my trip to Austria eight years earlier. I had planned to be in Austria for three nights and looked on the Internet for any interesting men that I might be able to meet. I discovered Heinrich who lived in Baden just to the south of Vienna where I had planned to stay. On his profile Heinrich indicated that he enjoyed showing visitors the special beauty of his town. This was precisely the kind of connection that spoke to me so I sent him an introductory email. The next day I had a very pleasant response from Heinrich who declared that he would be pleased to meet me and that I could stay with him for a couple of days if I liked.
Through the next couple of emails, I learned that Heinrich was a man in his early 60’s who was now retired from his life as an engineer. He still did some writing but missed the collegial life of his work, so he enjoyed creating a new social life with visitors. He declared that Baden was a wonderfully relaxed town and he would ensure that I had a good time during my visit. He seemed quite affable and had a good command of English. I made a plan to stay just one night in Vienna and then Heinrich would meet me at the train station in Baden the next day. His sincerity gave me the confidence to stay overnight with a stranger.
My trip to Austria was my first time in a German speaking country. I had studied German intensely in college and obtained a good speaking level, but thirty five years later much had been forgotten. I wondered how much would return to my aged brain?
I was struck by the beauty and elegance of Vienna but was most astonished by the Schonbrunn palace with its 1441 rooms. Fortunately, the tour only takes you through forty of the rooms or I might have had to ask for a room to spend the night! The palace and the gardens rivaled Versailles and were intended to be a competition. I also thoroughly enjoyed the best coffee I ever had anywhere in the world along with a fine piece of apple strudel at an elegant café.
The next day I took the short train ride through the Austrian countryside where the trees were just starting to show some of their Fall color. The landscape was flatter than I had anticipated and farmland took over soon after leaving the outskirts of Vienna. I knew that Baden was famous in Roman times for its sulfur spas but didn’t know anything of the modern city. I was confident that Heinrich already had a plan in mind. Austrians, like Germans, were very organized. It reminded me how arbitrary some of the European borders were.
I was happy to see Heinrich waiting for me as I disembarked from the train with my luggage. He had a huge welcoming smile and held out his arms to greet me with a bear hug. He was indeed a bear of a man at almost two meters and one hundred ten kilos. He had a big head with lots of light brown wavy hair that seemed to take on highlights from the sun. I knew that he was a hairy man, but his face was smoothly shaven. He would be a very entertaining masculine man to be with for a couple of nights.
He lived only a short distance from the station in a two bedroom flat in town. We casually strolled the way with Heinrich carrying my suitcase while I kept the backpack. It felt like I was in a small town where everything would be in a reasonable walking distance. I loved exploring towns by just walking. Ten minutes later we were climbing the stone steps to the second level of the building where Heinrich lived alone.
I was happy to see as we entered his space that the ceilings were high to accommodate his height. The luggage was placed in the bedroom and Heinrich was eager to feed me a late lunch. I was happy to accept especially when I saw that it would include a crusty bread, cold cuts and beer. There were multiple types of mustards and pickles to augment our meal. He was a thoughtful host and had made a very positive first impression.
We sat at a wooden table and chairs which had a red checked table cloth, not unlike being in a restaurant. The Steigl beer was a pale ale with a refreshing aftertaste and the meats had the typical great flavor that one expects from European cured meats. My happiness was being nurtured at all levels and I comfortably relaxed into my new environs.
I learned that Heinrich had been married, but divorced five years earlier. He was on friendly terms with his ex-wife who lived in Baden as well. He had a daughter who was married and lived in town. She had a boy and a girl who were eight and six. No one knew that he enjoyed sex with men and he had told them that a friend he had met on a cruise the year before was joining him for a couple of days. In a town this size, we might run into them and he wanted a story prepared. I comfortably accepted my role.
When we finished our meal, he cleared the dishes and suggested we take a stroll around the town. Heinrich especially wanted me to see the gardens which were one of the main attractions of the town. He had another location in mind as well, but didn’t provide any advance warning. The gardens were very sculpted and made for a pleasant relaxing walk. Not far from one of the gardens was the famous Romerterme spa which dated back to the ancient Romans. We wouldn’t be joining the upper crust who visited there regularly.
Heinrich had decided that a good way to spend the later part of the afternoon was at a Wine Hut. This was also along our walking path but down a narrow stone street. At the end of the street was a two story stone and wood building with a hanging wooden sign which declared it to be the Wine Hut. The hours were listed on the door and we were there at the correct time, but the door was locked. Heinrich wasn’t concerned in the least. We turned around and walked back about fifty meters where he used his booming voice to call out for Margarite. A second story window opened up and the curtain billowed out into the open. Margarite, an attractive forty something brunette, came into view saying, “I’ll be right with you Heinrich.” Her jovial smile easily carried down to our street level position. I wondered how much she knew him since she easily called him by name. Was this a friendly business relationship or was there something more?
A few minutes later she popped out the wooden front door and displayed a most convivial face to both of us. She didn’t interact physically with either of us and that led me to suspect her relationship with Heinrich was just friendly business. She escorted us back to the Wine Hut, unlocked the heavy wooden door and led us to the lower level wine cellar with its smells of oak and cherry. We browsed the displays of wine and Heinrich chose two that he wanted us to sample. I was surprised that both of the wines he selected were reds. I was of the mistaken opinion that Austria made mostly white wines. Travel was certainly increasing my knowledge base. I wasn’t surprised when Heinrich explained how our friendship began on a cruise and that it was my first time in Austria. “Super,” came back the response from Margarite along with another very cheery smile. She declared that she was pleased to have an American in her place. All of the conversation between Heinrich and Margarite was in German but I was beginning to sense my vocabulary returning. I was confident enough to speak short sentences that I knew were correct.
Margarite joined us in sampling the two wines which were quite different from each other. The first was a heavy, heady wine with no sweetness but still background flavors of blackberry and plum. The second wine was lighter with high fruit notes and a bit of sweetness. I was happy when Heinrich decided to buy two bottles of the first wine. In her generous way, Margarite gave each of us another sample of the first wine. I was finding myself attracted to this energetic woman, but I could see she was wearing a wedding ring. I wondered if Heinrich had ever been naked with her. She might well have been attracted to this bear of a man.
We climbed the stairs to the outdoors as a more joyful group than when we had descended. Margarite relocked the heavy Wine Hut door and we escorted her home. Heinrich and I made our way back to his space as the sun was setting and the street lights were beginning to glow in the cool evening air. I couldn’t say when his mind turned to sex, but he expressed his interest as we were climbing the stairs. He had directed me to go first. “I like the way that you look from his position,” he quietly declared while we were still on the stairs. I stopped at the top of the stairs for him to catch up. He pressed his body against mine and I felt his warm breath on the back of my neck. “Perhaps getting naked would be good,” he suggested. I turned and looked at his hopeful face and said, “Yes. Let’s do that.” I was even willing to accept that I might have been an alternative to him wanting to be with Margarite.
Heinrich unlocked the door and held it open for me to enter. He closed the door and I heard the latch get secured. He put the wine away while I waited in the living room for his direction. I undid the buttons on my button-down shirt partially exposing my smooth chest. When Heinrich came into the room and noted my clothing adjustment, he smiled broadly and came to me. He gently parted the shirt to fully expose my chest and bent his head to take in a nipple. He sucked gently before starting to nibble with his teeth. He increased the pressure on my nipple to gauge my level of pain tolerance. When the pain was more than I wanted, I gently moved his head to the other nipple where he more quickly moved to biting. I ran my fingers through his thick head of wavy hair enjoying the texture of this manly element.
I brought his head up from my nipple and kissed him gently on the lips. He pressed his body firmly against me and the stiffness in his pants was unmistakable. I reached down and rubbed the thick shaft through his pants. He was quickly achieving a full erection and I smiled with anticipation. I tried to undo his belt, but was having difficulty so I dropped to my knees for a visual which made the task much easier. I slowly unzipped the pants and pressed my face against his crotch. As the pants moved to the floor my face came in contact with his checked red cotton boxers.
The thick cock was pressing for release and I slowly pulled his boxers to the floor allowing his hefty dick to be right in my face. I licked the head of his uncut shaft and cupped the furry balls for support. I didn’t pull back the foreskin but opened my mouth wide to take in the head of his dick. As Heinrich felt the warmth of my mouth he said, “Ach, that feels good.” He rubbed my hair sensually just as I had done to him. I was stimulated by his strength and masculinity. I moved my mouth further along the shaft and felt him get firmer. I could see some white mixed in with the dark pubic hair, demonstrating his age.
I took a deep breath and took the full length of his cock into my mouth where I felt my throat fill with the thickness of the long member. I enjoyed the feeling of fullness and pulled back to take in another deep breath before slowly plunging in the full distance. I rolled my tongue around his hard cock as well as I could to stimulate the underside. He took my head in both of his thick hands and began to move his dick back and forth. Heinrich knew that I was spending the night with him so he took his time and face fucked me slowly, enjoying the warmth and wetness of my body. I gave myself over to him and became receptive to his manly desires.
He began to pump my face with more speed and intensity and I felt his hard cock smacking against the back of my throat which was stimulating both of us. He stopped abruptly and said softly, “Come to bed and I will make love to you.” I was excited by these words from a tall man with a big dick. Here I was in Austria with a very manly hunk who wanted me to be naked in his bed. How could I refuse? Why would I refuse?
The bedroom was dark and Heinrich didn’t put on a light but my eyes quickly adjusted to the limited light in the room. There was a very large bed that was slightly higher than normal, likely adjusted for his height. I removed all of my clothes which took longer than for him to just remove his shirt. I climbed up onto the bed to find a sexy hairy man with a full erection smiling my way. “Come to me,” he encouraged and I placed my smooth naked body against his hairy thick frame. I enjoyed feeling his hard cock pressing against my abdomen. Our lips met sweetly and I said, “Happy to see you like this.” “And I am happy to feel you like this,” he returned while reaching around to squeeze both of my ass cheeks firmly with those strong hands. We both laughed carefreely.
He quickly rolled me over onto my back and lay his weight on top of me with his hard cock tucked between my legs. I enjoyed feeling the weight of this hefty man on top of me. Heinrich kissed my neck sweetly before growling as he took a bite. He moved lower and kissed my chest in many places before settling in on my left nipple where he sucked with passion but didn’t use his teeth. He moved to the right nipple and took a firm bite while making that same growling sound. He kissed my soft belly while my hard dick pressed against his hairy chest. He moved down to my cock and kissed it all over along with my smooth balls before taking the tip of my shaft into his very warm mouth. “God, that feels great,” I encouraged him as he took more of me into his mouth. He worked up and down on my cock taking the full length and I was aroused when hitting the back of his throat. He licked my balls and stroked my dick, arousing the full area.
“Roll over,” he commanded and I complied. He lay the full weight of his weighty body on top of mine and kissed me on the back of the neck and behind the ears, before taking a nibble on my right ear lobe. His hard cock was pushed between my legs and I arched my back slightly so that his shaft would be pressing against my sensitive balls. He thrust his dick back and forth between my legs which I held together to stimulate him. I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck and I wanted to feel that massive shaft slip inside.
He slid down and kissed my smooth ass cheeks rubbing his face into my crack while emitting more growling sounds. I felt his saliva trickling down to my opening and then a thick finger pressed against that special spot. He rubbed my opening with circular moves before pushing down and sliding in one of those thick fingers. There was such strength and confidence in his finger that I was very aroused. He loosened me fully and relaxed the area with his saliva and finger.
Heinrich moved to a kneeling position and straddled my legs with his hard cock pressed up against my opening. The shaft was slender at the tip and got much thicker at the base. A perfect cock for painless beginnings. He slid the head of his dick inside and I exhaled heavily to make space for him to fill all of me. He pushed in further and I could feel the thickness increasing. He was gentle in entering me so that I would only feel pleasure from the entry process.
He pressed on my back with one of his strong hands and pushed his cock fully inside, stretching my opening to its fullest to receive all of him. I wanted to feel the energy of this man penetrate me and find satisfaction within. He began with slow deliberate thrusts just as he had done with my mouth in the living room. He stayed at that same controlled speed for some time while his breathing became more labored. I could feel his hairy balls slap against my ass cheeks and the sweat drip from his body onto mine. I was receiving multiple samples of his DNA.
Heinrich lay fully on top of me again and the wetness from his flesh provided a massage oil substitute as he slid his large body and cock simultaneously. The hairy body was sliding on the outside and the thick hard member was sliding on the inside. So many of my nerve endings were being stimulated and my own hard cock was pressing firmly into the mattress. Heinrich picked up speed and intention and I knew that he wanted to release himself inside me. He reached underneath with his thick hands and grabbed my chest firmly while he thrust his dick deep inside. He pressed into me with his body and his cock joining us firmly together. He growled into the back of my neck as I felt his shaft squirt warm cum from him to me. He clung tighter as a second shot burst from his dick and filled me to overflowing. His body trembled as the warm cum tricked down onto my balls and the mattress.
Slowly he relaxed himself but only for a minute before he pulled back and his cock popped out from my hole. He smacked his wet cock against my ass and smacked my right ass cheek with the flat of his hand. “Wilkommen to Austria,” he said with a satisfied laugh. I laughed along with him as he lay himself flat on the bed facing the ceiling. I moved over and snuggled into the hairy wet chest and kissed his right nipple which tasted of salty sweat. I reached down and cupped his soft cock into my hand and I sensed Reiki energy move from me to him with ease. Heinrich’s fluids had happily come to me and Reiki energy flowed back to him in exchange. We lay quietly in satisfied comfort sensing each other intimately.
“Come, I will make us something,” he directed after a short time. I was loath to move from my comfortable position on his chest, but I knew that he had a plan of how my time in Austria should be spent. “OK,” I replied quietly and rolled off of his chest. He climbed from the bed and I could hear him start a shower. I remained on the bed enjoying the memories of our good time. I too would need a shower but I was not in a rush.
Heinrich bounded into the room with renewed energy and freshness, saying, “There’s a clean towel for you when you’re ready.” I thanked him as I watched him put on comfortable clothes for a cooking task. I remained on the bed for another five minutes reliving the recent events in the bed and feeling his sperm continue to trickle out. My time in Austria was going to be well spent.
I also felt refreshed after getting cleaned and joined Heinrich in the kitchen area. Place settings were already on the table and he was intensely involved in frying a couple of large bone in pork chops. I noted a bowl of batter on the sideboard and asked, “Is das Spaetzle?” “Ya, naturlich,” he replied with an appreciation of my German and my cooking knowledge. When the chops were done, he let them rest leaning up against the side of the frying pan so that he could focus on pressing the spaetzle into the salted boiling water. They boiled in no time and he added them to the oil that he had used for the pork which would make them heavier than the traditional way of using butter, but then he added some butter to the pan so these were going to be great!
Heinrich asked if I liked spicy food and I declared that I was a big fan which led him to generously sprinkle the spaetzle with crushed red pepper flakes. “I didn’t know that Austrians made spicy food.” “Well, I’m part Hungarian and WE very much enjoy the use of any kind of pepper.” He plated our food and added sliced, pickled cucumber to be a vegetable with a bit of crunch and acidity. We would have to have a lot of sex to work off these calories.
Heinrich opened one of the bottles of wine he had purchased earlier in the day and I declared that it tasted even better with the spicy food. I would have to buy him some of this wine. We ate with gusto but without speed to enjoy the flavors of his good homey cooking. I insisted on cleaning the dishes and the kitchen while he relaxed and finished the last of the red wine.
We moved to the dark leather sofa and I snuggled into his sizable chest while his arm graced around my back. We were becoming quite comfortable with each other. Perhaps it was the heavy food with wine or the sexual labors from earlier but both of us began to drift off. Heinrich suggested that we return to the bed and I readily agreed. We both knew that this would be for sleep and not for sex, but we still quickly got naked and climbed into the high comfortable bed. He encouraged me to turn and spoon with him which we learned was a favorite position for both of us. The neighborhood was quiet and the only sound was the soft sleeping noise coming from Heinrich and then from me as well.
Heinrich Day 2
I didn’t remember any of my dreams from that night but I did recall feeling Heinrich’s hard member pressing against me as I began to waken. Sunlight was filtering into the room and a new day was presenting itself for more adventures. I reached behind and gently stroked his already hard cock. I rubbed the tip of the shaft with my thumb which encouraged some precum to release.
I wanted to taste his precum so I slid down and licked his cock like a lollipop enjoying the salty flavor. I decided that a tease was not enough and I chose to go for the full load. I slid down all the way and placed myself between the strong hairy legs with my face confronting an erection. I knew that I would have to start slowly to get my mouth relaxed enough to take him fully into my warm mouth. I slid down his foreskin and licked the underside of the head before I slipped it into my mouth where I continued to add stimulation with my tongue. Heinrich was fully awake now and smiling at the man in his bed with cock in his mouth. “Ach, gut morgen,” he uttered with a pleasant smile as his strong hand tousled my hair which was likely quite a mess already. “Mmmmmmm,” I replied with my mouth full.
I pressed down further and got half of his cock into my mouth and the thickness was starting to become more so. I relaxed my mouth and expanded my lips to get most of the way there, but I had to come back up for air. I was now committed and ready. I took the plunge all the way to the bottom so that the head of his cock was pushing down into my throat. I began rhythmically to suck on his cock in and out of my increasingly wet mouth. His precum urged me on to a faster pace and just letting go of any inhibitions. I felt his legs tensing and his breathing increasing in intensity. I cupped the balls and pressed the space underneath them so that I could feel his sperm start to rise. Heinrich pushed my head down all the way onto his dick so that my face was fully in his bush as his load pulsed deep into the back of my relaxed throat and down into my stomach. It felt like he was orgasming for more than a minute, but I am sure it was less or I would have fainted from lack of air. He released my head and I pulled up quickly to get a gulp of air and finish swallowing my early breakfast. I slowly plunged back down onto his still hard shaft to take any remaining cum that might be there. He exhaled fully and relaxed into the mattress. “Super!” he said with delight and a broad smile. “Und so, now it’s your turn,” he declared with his Austrian sense of justice.
We traded positions and he settled himself between my legs with my morning stiffy looking him in the eye. “Super,” Heinrich declared with joy as he took my cock into his warm mouth in one great gulp. I felt his lips pressing against the sides of my dick as he lowered his mouth to its base. I gasped with the celerity of his plunge but smiled from the pleasure. I sensed that he was going to get right down to business and make sure that he took my load. I relaxed into the bed for my pleasurable time but soon I found my legs tensing from Heinrich’s stimulation. I didn’t know exactly what he was doing, but I began to sense an orgasm without ejaculating. The intensity of the sensations was so great that I felt I was continually orgasming, but then I felt his thick finger press against my opening. His saliva that had dribbled to my hole allowing him to thrust a thick finger inside and press against my prostate. I immediately gushed out a huge load of cum into his waiting mouth. Heinrich swallowed my load with gusto and kept on sucking until I asked him to stop because I had become too sensitive. We both laughed openly and I was sure that my eyes were glistening as much as his were. “Now we can start the day,” he said as he finished swallowing my cum.
Heinrich, who was certainly more energetic than I, got clean and headed to the kitchen to make coffee. The breakfast smells came from the other room but I was so comfortable in the big bed that I just remained, considering it a part of vacation behavior. “So, maybe you need coffee to get out of the bed,” he declared in bringing me a cup of the steaming dark brew. There had only a few times when I had been brought coffee in bed after sex in the morning and it was truly one of life’s great benefits, if you can get someone to be so nice to you.
I sat up and leaned against the headboard of the wooden bed while I thoroughly enjoyed my morning respite. Heinrich returned to the bed and sat with his coffee next to me in the same position. “Today we have a problem which is not a problem,” he began ironically. “It is my daughter’s birthday and there’s a celebration at lunch today. Would you like to join us?” he offered without expectation of my answer. “Would it be OK? I mean, is it truly not a problem? I would like to join, but I don’t want anyone to be uncomfortable.” “I think you would be the only uncomfortable one since you won’t know anyone and we, of course, know each other well. It’ll be just the family and you, if you would be OK.” “Then I will join and be as comfortable as I am able.”
“Super! I thought that you would do it and I’m happy that you are brave. Danke, mein freund,” he said bounding out of the bed energetically. The problem that was not a problem turned out not to be a problem. “There’s some bread and cheese if you need to eat something, but the lunch is at noon in a nearby restaurant,” he offered nonchalantly. I was happy with just my delicious dark liquid.
Heinrich had informed me that the restaurant was informal, so I wore just jeans and a button down shirt. I was casual and comfortable and looking like an American with my colorful running shoes on my feet. Heinrich informed me that he was the host of the lunch and that explained why I could be so easily invited to a family event. Who would complain during a free meal? It turned out that his family was very pleasant and I was honored to be included.
We took about a twenty minute walk to get to the restaurant and I was quite surprised to see that we would be having Chinese food. Heinrich explained that his daughter really enjoyed Chinese cuisine and he would make his girl happy on her birthday even though it was not his favorite food. We were the first to arrive and were directed to a corner of the restaurant that had a dark wooden interior. There was a long wooden table which had been set for seven and I wisely chose the back corner where I would have the least amount of contact and could focus on who was next to me or maybe also the one across the table. That would keep things simple.
Nevertheless, it was Heinrich’s ex-wife who arrived next and she chose to sit next to me. Margot was an attractive late 50’s woman with short dark hair and bright red lipstick, making a very pleasant contrast with her pale skin. It had been wise of me to think through Heinrich’s cruise deception and have a ready story about how I had met a few people on the cruise and was back in Europe to visit with each of them as a follow up to the good time on the cruise. She declared that it was a clever way to see new parts of Europe while having a local contact. In another time and place, we might have looked at each other with interest.
Heinrich’s daughter, son-in-law and grandchildren noisily joined us and all were surprised to see a stranger at the table but everyone retained their happy day smiles and we made for a pleasant group with the young children being most energetic. The family was a table full of German speaking people who didn’t care too much whether I understood or not, but I managed to get in my, “Froeliche geburtstag,” to Greta, the birthday girl. It was helpful to be in a group setting for my aural comprehension to improve.
Greta was a very attractive, slender woman in her thirties with long blond hair worn pony tail fashion. She was wearing a lively print dress which was very appropriate for a celebration. It was easy to see that she was the product of Heinrich and Margot and I had no trouble creating a mental image of the two of them naked in bed. Franz, her husband, was a most handsome man with an athletic physic in colorful sporty clothes and short blond hair. Their children were exactly the blond Arians that one would expect from such parents. In addition to being physically attractive though, they all had their own distinct personal attractiveness which encouraged me to be very comfortable at the birthday event.
Heinrich had pre-ordered the meal which would be shared family style. It was completely strange to me to be in Austria eating Asian food which was actually well made although not the way one would eat those dishes in mainland China. All were impressed with the American who had the best skill at chopsticks. Unlike in America, we did not sing happy birthday in the restaurant but made a toast with our tea to the long life of the birthday girl.
Margot was the first of the group to depart at the end of the meal declaring that she had a doctor’s appointment. She shook my hand and declared that she was happy to meet me before she said her farewells to the rest of the group. I was then most surprised when Greta turned to me and asked pleasantly, “Could you join us at our house to continue our celebration?” Perhaps she sensed her father’s dilemma if she did not invite me, or perhaps she was as generous of spirit as her father. Nonetheless, it was a pleasant surprise and I humbly accepted, declaring “If it’s not a problem.” Like her father, Greta returned pragmatically, “It is not a problem, so do come.”
So, I was invited to another local home in Baden. What a remarkable and joyful city! Greta and Franz’s house was a two-story wooden structure in town about a fifteen minute walk which we were all happy to take after loading up on Chinese food and tea. The children were bundled up to their room to play and the adults were directed to the lower level where there was a wine cellar and an adjoining room with wood paneling and wooden furniture with comfortable cushions. The ceilings were low and Heinrich had to take care not to bump his head.
Franz brought four steins of beer and set them on the table in front of us. Beer was a good choice following Chinese food and we began to drink in earnest. My inhibition about speaking German fell away and periodically we all had a good laugh when I said something completely wrong or stupid. These were generous, open people who knew how to have a good time and leave their cares outside. My memory of that drinking does not include many details including how we got back to Heinrich’s place, but we must have jauntily staggered our way there.
I awoke in Heinrich’s bed with my shoes off but my clothes still on. He was supine on the bed and in the same state of attire. I had a strong inclination to urinate and stumbled to the bathroom where I splashed cold water on my face to create some level of stability. I chose not to look in the mirror afraid of how I might shock myself at my appearance although I was pretty good at laughing at myself regularly.
“Are you OK?” came the drowsy voice from the bedroom. I assured him that I was good now that my bladder was empty. “I am next then,” he grumbled as he started to move himself from the bed. I lay back down face up and listened to the strong flow coming from Heinrich. He returned to the bed and occupied his same position. “That was quite a birthday!” I declared and he readily affirmed that a good time was had by all.
As we both became further awake and aware, Heinrich asked, “Do you trust me?” I was taken aback by the question but knew that after our time together I did trust him. After all, I had already slept with him. “Yes, but why do you ask?” I returned cautiously. He hesitated briefly weighing how to phrase the answer in English. “I like sex that has extra flavor,” he replied. I understood his question but sought clarity. “So, what is it you would like to do?” “I would like to tie you up, but if you don’t want to do it, that’s OK.” I was glad that he had given me the polite and safe option of not agreeing to his suggestion. I hesitated and truly pondered the offer.
I had never been constrained before except in very minor ways. I had been thinking about and fascinated by the idea of giving up all physical control but hadn’t found a good opportunity. There was something very erotic about having a masculine man use and perhaps abuse me. I knew that I was not much into pain from having been smacked on the ass too hard a few times in the past, but if the pain would be limited, it seemed like a good adventure.
“And what would you like to do to me once you have me tied up?” “I don’t want to say and I may not know myself until you are in the position that I have been thinking about. That’s part of the adventure for each of us. Not to know. Not being able to anticipate. Just letting yourself go. Trusting. Ironically, the tying up is partly about liberation of the mind and spirit.”
I hadn’t considered this idea before, but it struck a chord and I could understand the potential for getting beyond fears and inhibitions that might be preventing new stimuli. I really did trust that he wouldn’t hurt me seriously and was not a serial killer. Worst case I would have some marks on my body that would heal. This would be a good opportunity to see if I would be aroused by being so subjugated. I decided to take the calculated risk and be courageous in the face of underlying concerns. After all, a man of his stature could likely force me to do what he wanted anyway.
“When would you like to tie me up?” I began cautiously by not agreeing right away. “I’m thinking now’s a good time for me, if you are willing.” I suspected that was his thinking but now it was confirmed and the ball was in my court to be brave or be a wimp. Putting it in those terms created a ready answer to affirm. “I’ll do whatever you want, as long as there isn’t big pain.” The Rubicon was crossed.
“Super!” he returned quickly before I could change my mind. “I thought you would be willing or I wouldn’t have asked. I’m very happy and excited.” He paused briefly to verify that my facial expression was agreeing with my words. “Get yourself cleaned up fully and I will get the things that I will need.” I had to follow his direction and would do so without question unless I felt I was at risk. Getting clean was the safest and easiest part. I did as I had been directed.
I returned to the room, bravely ready for what would come next. The room looked much the same but Heinrich was now wearing a black leather harness and a large metal cock ring. His balls were bound and protruding but his cock was still flaccid. “Come get on your knees and suck me,” he commanded in a voice that was deeper than he had used before. I did as requested, which I would have done anyway with him looking so dominant and attractive. “Don’t use your hands, just your mouth.”
I bent my head to take his cock into my mouth and worked my way to the base but didn’t make it the full way due to his thickness. He reached down and roughly grabbed the hair on the top of my head. He then began to thrust his dick into my mouth all of the way. He didn’t wait for me to get adjusted to the thickness, but just pushed deeper into the back of my throat. “That’s how I want it,” he spoke harshly. I began to feel some helplessness but pushed it back because I knew that now was not a time to give into reconsideration. I relaxed my throat and took his cock the full length while he still held my hair. As I sucked him the way he wanted, he released my hair saying, “That’s better.” Saliva was dribbling from my mouth as his thick shaft filled up the space. I liked sucking on his cock, but I wasn’t sure about the pulling on my hair. His dick was fully hard with some veins bulging. The metal cock ring was doing its job.
“OK, I want you on the bed now, just the way I tell you.” He took his cock from my mouth and told me to be at the end of the bed with my legs spread wide and to bend my body forward onto the mattress. The wooden frame had small thick posts on the ends and I figured that he was going to tie me to those. Fortunately, I have long legs and could make that stretch. This position would make my ass fully exposed and available. I thought this might be the fun part so I did as he commanded. “Do not at any time, look back to see what I’m doing or going to do,” he stated as non-negotiable. I could feel that he was using some soft rope to tie each of my ankles to the wooden posts at the base. “Spread out your arms,” came the next command. The same soft rope was now being used to secure my wrists to the top of the posts. While the rope was secure, it wasn’t tight enough to leave any marks. I was totally vulnerable with no option but to just accept whatever Heinrich chose to do.
When he was finished, I sensed him standing there examining his work. He approached the bed and placed his hard cock against my smooth opening to tease me but then came a hard slap on my right cheek. Heinrich rubbed the spot gently to soothe the pain, but then he smacked it again just as hard. My ass was firm and muscular so there was nothing to soften the blow. I bit into the sheet to keep from making any sound. Heinrich soothed the spot and slid his hard cock back and forth across my opening. I was hoping that he would slide in but I knew that the slaps were not done. His left hand smacked the left cheek with the same intensity. He soothed the spot and distracted me with his hard dick pressing against me. Heinrich dropped saliva onto my hole to create some lube for the head of his cock. He pushed in just the tip of his shaft and while I was enjoying that feeling, my left cheek received another hard smack and his dick was popped out.
“Don’t squeeze me out.” Heinrich roughly thrust more of his hard cock inside me, saying, “Your ass is mine. I will take what I want.” Another hard smack on the left cheek came and I struggled not to squeeze. “That’s right. Just take it.” He pushed his cock in further and now my right cheek received the smack. He was in deep enough now that it would have been OK to squeeze but I fought to relax and just be receptive. I tried to strip away my physical defenses and focus on the stimulating sensation of his shaft penetrating me. I knew that if my mind went there, I could lessen the pain from the smacks.
He pulled out his dick and I braced for more slaps, but the next thing I felt were his lips kissing the places where he had smacked me hard. Heinrich placed his face in between my cheeks as he continued to rub them both. I could feel his wet strong tongue sliding up and down stimulating my opening. I had been rimmed before and really enjoyed it but never following serious ass slapping. The rubbing from his hands was very satisfying and comforting. The nerve endings seemed to relish the attention more than usual. He stopped and I didn’t know what would come next, pleasure or pain. I began to appreciate the absence of knowledge. Part of me struggled to know the next step and part of me wanted to let go and just wait for it to arrive.
The right cheek felt the blow, but I heard the air moving before I felt the pain. More of my senses were striving for a higher level of input. Another sharp smack to the right and I was grateful that this one was followed by some soothing rubbing. The right cheek received a third blow and then I felt his hard cock plunge deep inside me in a single thrust. I forgot about the pain on my ass and appreciated the pleasure of the thrusting shaft. Heinrich was training me to achieve higher levels of pain threshold as well as pleasure.
He pulled his dick back out and repeated this pattern of smacks and a thrust on the left cheek, except that he used four smacks instead of three to keep me off balance and be unable to relax into a pattern. He kept his cock inside me and lay his full body weight on top of me, pushing me deep into the mattress. He thrust his cock firmly a dozen times in this position before he lifted himself and withdrew the hard shaft. His face returned to my opening and I felt his tongue thrusting into me like a small penis. This really stimulated the opening and I longed for that big cock. I needed him to sooth my aching ass cheeks.
It was a hard smack to the left cheek that came next followed by a series of slaps before he plunged in again to my warm dark hole. Heinrich pressed my ass cheeks apart and pushed his dick in so far that I thought his balls would follow. I was very wide open and totally receptive at this point. He thrust repeatedly while keeping my ass spread and I could feel his shaft get thicker before I felt his load shoot deep inside me. I was so stimulated that my hard cock was pressing deep into the mattress. He didn’t stay inside me long, but pulled out and dribbled his last squirts of cum onto my ass cheeks which must have been quite red at this point.
He reached under my restrained body and pulled my hard cock back towards him. He scooped the cum from my ass and wiped it onto my cock. He began to stroke me slowly and then I felt a sharp smack on my left ass cheek. The pain and the pleasure were confusing together. Heinrich wrapped his mouth around my cock and then smacked my left cheek again. The physical response led my cock to push deeper into his mouth. He returned to stroking me while sucking the head of my dick firmly. The feelings were so intense that I came quickly and filled his mouth with my hot cum. He pushed a thick finger into my ass and pressed my prostate to squirt more cum into his waiting mouth. My mind and body were both confused by the pain and pleasure but I was glad that I had agreed to the experience.
Heinrich spat a load of my cum onto my left ass cheek and then gave it a good hard smack which made a bigger sound from the wetness. “You did well. Now I will get cleaned up and later I will untie you.” I heard him leaving for the bathroom. Now I really felt helpless. I was alone and constrained. I was confident that he would return, but I had anxiety over that issue anyway. I decided to relive the experience in my mind, to consider what was arousing and what I was willing to accept in exchange for that arousal.
I felt fully used but not degraded. I enjoyed the lack of control and not knowing what would come next. To me that was part of any good adventure. The ass smacks I could have lived without, but I understood how the use of pain created a better appreciation for the pleasure component. I loved the way that he fucked me and took control of my cock and ass. I didn’t mind being left alone and tied up because it gave me time for reflection. Would I get tied up again? Yes, but as a special occasion more than as a regular part of a sexual life.
I heard Heinrich returning to the room and it sounded like a chair was being moved. “I like the way you look in this position. I will sit and enjoy the view before I untie you.” I sensed that he was stroking his cock but I didn’t want any more ass smacks so I didn’t turn my head to look. I could hear his breathing becoming more intense and the room felt warmer. A few minutes later I heard him walking towards the bed and felt his warm cum spurt onto my exposed red cheeks. There was one more hard ass smack before I felt his hands untying the ropes. It was good to be able to move again and I exhaled deeply. “Now I am satisfied,” he declared as he returned to sitting naked and spent in his comfortable chair.
I straightened myself and felt pain coming from my ass cheeks and in my knees, but the rest of me was still appreciating all of the sexual activity. I took a longer shower than usual to soften my muscles using the hot water. It stung slightly on my buttocks, but that was to be expected. I returned to the bed and lay on my side to avoid anything touching my beaten ass. Neither of us spoke for some time but just kept to our own thoughts.
“We should eat a little something,” Heinrich finally declared as he headed to the kitchen still naked. I was of the same opinion and was happy when he took out the meats and cheeses to go with the bread. We both had water, having had enough beer already for the day. I made sure that there was a comfortable cushion on my wooden chair.
“So, was that good for you?” he asked as we began our meal. “Yes. It was a bit rough but not too much and I loved how you looked in your black leather.” “I like to do it this way sometimes, but it is not always easy to find someone willing.” “I’m glad that I could meet your need, but I think I prefer to be kissed more than smacked,” I replied. “Ja, naturlich, but another flavor can also be good,” he laughed and his smile led me to laugh along with this good natured and kind man who had really enjoyed smacking my ass. I was still unclear how I felt about this more complex sexuality.
I cleaned up the dishes when we were done and I knew that I wanted to snuggle up with my big bear on our last night. Neither of us would have any drive for more sex, but I wanted humane touch to be our last physical contact and memory. I had an early morning train back to Vienna where I would catch a plane to Rome.
I was happy that Heinrich wanted to spoon the rest of the night away in his bed of pain and pleasure. By then my ass was calming down and enjoyed the feeling of his resting member pressed gently up against me. I must have drifted off first because I have no memory of hearing his sleeping sounds.
The new morning brought coffee and sunshine to our bed of delights. The pain had fully subsided and I had warm feelings for this jovial but complex man. We had a friendly parting at the train station and kept in touch through email, but I never returned to Austria and never got tied up again.
Lucia at the Sea
I was staying for a week in a small city on the Mediterranean an hour west of Rome by train. It was November and all of the seasonal visitors were not to be seen, just the locals and they were mostly older than sixty. I was really enjoying the town and had a wonderful apartment with a large terrace that looked out to the water one hundred meters away. The patio was a great place to have morning coffee as well as an afternoon glass of local red wine.
The host at my Airbnb was gracious and kind as well as being a lovely middle age woman. She had purchased the condo for her retirement, but wasn’t ready to stop working just yet, so she made the space available for rent. I was certain that during the Summer season Romans came to the sea to escape the intense heat of the city. In November I was able to get a bargain rate.
Lucia offered to meet me when I would arrive by train since her space was about a mile distant from the station. My train was the usual Italian amount of late, but Lucia was a bit later than the train. I didn’t want to walk since I had my luggage and so chose to sit in the sun on a wooden bench by the parking lot where I would easily observe cars arriving. A small white vehicle arrived about ten minutes later and my host recognized me from photos.
She was wearing a dark blue size eight dress which fit her Italian body very snugly accentuating an appealing shape. She was a brunette with slightly wavy hair that stopped just before reaching her shoulders. It was impossible to know if it was all her natural color. Slightly wider hips suggested that she had borne children. She remained in the car but waved and smiled after lowering the window. Lucia was very welcoming and I was happy to see this lovely Italian woman. I placed my luggage in the trunk before entering the passenger front seat.
“Welcome. Welcome,” she greeted in English and I responded in Italian. She may have sensed that my Italian was not as good as her English, or she may have wanted to have the opportunity to practice a language that she didn’t use much. Whichever it was, I agreed to her suggestion that we use English, so as to please my host. I was attracted to Lucia and hadn’t had any female companionship since I had come to Europe but I only sensed a pleasant friendliness from her.
In the drive to the condo, I learned that she was divorced and living alone in Rome. We drove through the small town and arrived quickly at the location on the Southern end, just after markets and shops ended. Lucia pointed out the local shops and restaurants as she drove us to her place. There was one flight of stairs up from the parking lot which took us to a gardened courtyard for the six story building. A key was used to gain entrance to the lobby where an elevator took us to the fourth floor. There were only four condos on each floor and hers was in the front facing the water.
She used another key to enter her space and welcome me to where I would be staying. There were numerous glass and wood framed doors which let in a lot of sunlight warming the charming space. When Lucia introduced me to the kitchen, I admitted that I had been a chef in New York City at one time. She worried that her small kitchen was inadequate to meet my needs, but I assured her that I was only cooking simply while traveling.
When Lucia introduced me to the patio, she pointed out the sun shimmering on the nearby water and I knew that I would enjoy a week of good living. We returned to the interior where she demonstrated turning on the electricity and heating system. The bedroom was small but had doors that opened onto the patio which meant that there would be good afternoon sun. The bathroom had all white tiles and was slightly larger than the usual small space I had become accustomed to in Italy.
Lucia had prepared a notebook with information about the condo and the surrounding area. It was clear to me that she was a very experienced Airbnb host and knew how to make the client feel at home in her space. When she was getting ready to depart, I asked a couple of questions to keep her there longer, but it was clear that she had completed the welcoming task and didn’t have any interest in me beyond business. I wasn’t clever enough to ask her to dinner to get to know her better. I was sorry when she left because I wanted more of her.
While staying at Lucia’s place, many a day I took a long walk along the sea and on one of those walks encountered Etruscan ruins from the time before the Romans. There was great signage which was only in Italian but I was able to comprehend enough for it to make sense. Across the street from the ruins was a small marina where local fishermen put out to sea in their colorful small boats.
It was not uncommon for me to stop into one of the cafés for a coffee and pastry. The dark brew was strong and invigorating. I usually took the pastry in a small bag so that I could enjoy it while sitting on a park bench looking out at the sea. It only rained on one day so that I became accustomed to sitting with the November sun keeping at least my face tanned. Unlike Barcelona, there weren’t any runners and no areas where there could be nudity on the beach. This was a very conservative little town and everyone was properly attired at all times. I understood how Lucia might find herself blending into this group of people in her retirement. Perhaps I could as well.
When my week was coming to an end, Lucia offered to return me to the train station. I understood that this would also offer her an opportunity to check out the conditions in her condo before I departed. I had cleaned and everything was tidy for her arrival. She was pleased and offered the same pleasant smile as she had at first meeting. The only difference was that she now encouraged me to return the next year.
I explained that I had very much enjoyed her space and town and planned to return the following year during a warmer time. She brightened at the prospect of a returning client and suggested that if I returned, she could take me in the car to nearby ruins that required a vehicle to get to the countryside locations. I brightened at the opportunity of spending some social time with this lovely woman if I made a return visit.
When we arrived at the station, Lucia exited the vehicle along with me. I took my luggage from the trunk and was pleasantly surprised when Lucia approached to provide a warm hug and plant a kiss on my cheek. Perhaps she had been more interested in me than I had imagined. For me, women were always more complex than men who I could read easily. I thanked her and headed into the station savoring the feminine touch and thinking about when I could return the following year.
Unfortunately, Covid-19 hit Italy very hard the next year and I was unable to return to Italy at all. I kept in touch with Lucia and learned that while the restrictions were difficult, she and her family had stayed well and eventually got vaccinated. When travel would be possible again, I knew that I wanted to take Lucia up on her offer of a ride to the Italian countryside. Who knew what could proceed from there?
Roman Baths 2
The only problem with my condo by the sea was that there had been zero opportunity for any sexual exploration and it had been that way for the two weeks prior when I was in Livorno and La Spezia also on the Western coast. While I had very much enjoyed my time in those locations, my libido had gotten frustrated and I needed an outlet.
Earlier in the year, I had gone to a gay bath in Rome and I decided that a Saturday afternoon was a good time to return. The train ride from the sea was easy and the rolling countryside quickly became the suburbs of Rome with large apartment buildings. The bath was only a twenty minute walk from the main termini and I knew the way from my previous visit. Since I had been there before, I had no anxiety about being understood in Italian because I knew that the entry could be done mostly in English.
I carefully climbed down the metal staircase and arrived at the check in desk. There was a different handsome, dark haired Italian at the desk than during my first time. “Buongiorno,” were our greetings back and forth and once again I used my Italian to adjust the conversation to English. I handed over my member card which he entered into the system and I provided him with my shoe size. The payment would come at the end since I was now on an hourly fee after the first hour cost of seven Euros.
I went to the locker room and got naked along with one other middle aged Italian man. I chose to go to the open gang shower to be clean before I used the large jacuzzi. When I arrived at the jacuzzi there were two men who were already in the water but it could comfortably hold fifteen people so there was plenty of space. One of the other men was clearly not a local and I began a conversation by asking in English where he was from. He was a Brit from outside of London and was in Rome on some business. In his sixties, paunchy, balding and with a less than average endowment, he was not the type that I found attractive. Nonetheless, I was hungry for conversation in English so we enjoyed the warm water and talked about our different experiences in Rome.
I left the jacuzzi and my new friend behind, choosing to go to the same video room where I had begun my action on the first visit. There were a few straight backed metal chairs and I sat on one while watching the gay porn on the large screen. Initially, I was the only one in the room, but soon an Italian around my age entered and noted that I was stroking my cock openly. Italians were more subtle, but I didn’t care. Perhaps he was used to American behavior. He walked over and stood with his cock behind the white towel, but right in my face. I reached over and pressed the bulging shaft through the fabric. I rubbed it and he undid the towel to expose a very nice thick dick that was more than six inches. I stroked the attractive shaft with both of my hands before moving one to cup the balls. Now his cock was pointing in my direction and my mouth couldn’t delay any longer. I was very hungry to feel this big Italian dick in my mouth.
I opened wide and took in half of his cock before closing my lips around the thick shaft. He grunted approval and I began to slide my mouth all the way down to the base so that his dick could reach the back of my throat. Both of us were happy and I continued to pump back and forth while still sitting in the chair. An attractive early thirties Italian man entered the room and took a seat by the wall where he had a good view of the action. He was slender and of small build with dark hair and some very trimmed dark facial hair. He rubbed his cock through the white towel but didn’t expose himself. The older Italian was now totally excited and I was enjoying the fullness of his cock going in and out of my mouth. The younger man got up and moved to the doorway where he dropped his towel exposing a very cute little white ass. He bent down and picked up the towel which openly presented his attractive entry point.
He encouraged the older man to follow him and that was what I would have done had I been invited. The older Italian pulled back his cock and rewrapped his towel as he followed the young man down the dimly lit hallway to an empty room where I could hear the lock on the door put in place. I knew that the rooms didn’t have any glory holes for viewing but I went to the room next to where they were and listened to them having sex. I had no idea what position they were in, but I could definitely hear the sound of the younger man being fucked. Every now and then there was the sound of a sharp smack on bare flesh and a muffled yelp of a young voice. About ten minutes later I heard a grunt of orgasm from the older man and soon thereafter there was the sound of the door opening and one person departing.
I left my room and went to the open door of the next room. My cock was at full attention because I had been stroking myself while listening. I loosened my towel to fully expose the hard cock and the young man motioned for me to come into the room. I locked the door behind me and walked over to where the naked young man was sitting on the bed. I put my dick in his face and he readily took it into his warm mouth. He had thick curly dark hair and I ran my hands through the sexy hair while he sucked hard on my shaft. A minute later he got on all fours on the bed for me to fuck him doggie style. I slipped on a condom and climbed up on the bed behind him. He was already lubed up from his earlier fuck and I knew that I could easily slide inside him with my hard dick.
Before I entered him, I teased the entry hole with the tip of my hard shaft rubbing it up and down on the opening and then slipping in just the head a few times before I plunged all the way deep into his cute little ass. I loved holding onto the narrow hips and rubbing my hands on his smooth back. He had the hairless Italian body type that got me very turned on and hard. Each time that I thrust in all the way he bit the pillow and gave a muted sound.
I pushed him down onto the bed so that he was flat and I continued to slide my cock back and forth into the tight hole. He was completely passive and didn’t contract his sphincter or arch his back. He just lay there and took the pounding that I was giving him. I moved into a plank position which was very stimulating for me. I think that it was good for him too as he called me, “Papa.” I knew that I would not be able to hold back my orgasm in this position. I thrust deep and hard pushing against those cute little ass cheeks and it wasn’t long before I gave a yell announcing my sperm launching into him. As I relaxed, I lay on top of him and kissed the back of his neck while tugging gently on some curls of hair. It felt so good to be inside this hot young man who was such a good little fuck. He reminded me of the dark, curly haired youth that Caravaggio often painted. “Grazie,” I said softly before I lifted my sweaty body off of him. I removed the filled condom and deposited it in the nearby trash bin. I wrapped my towel around my spent body and departed without hearing a word from the sweet young man who readily gave his ass to me.
I took a long soapy shower before climbing back into the jacuzzi. I was trying to decide if I was finished or wanted to go for more. I had planned a few hours at the sauna and I had only used up half of that time. I chose to relax on one of the faux leather loungers by the jacuzzi to see if anyone of interest would come along.
About twenty minutes later I saw a very handsome and tall Italian with a nice muscular build and a dark hairy chest. He was probably married and in his middle forties. This kind of man usually had a big thick cock but it would have been hidden behind a towel. When I first spotted him, he was strolling into the cabin area but he was only there a short time before I saw him head for the steam room. There was a dark room with benches along one wall in the steam room and that was a good place for some group action. Perhaps that was on his mind.
I changed into hunter mode and left my lounge chair to enter the dark area of the steam room. It wasn’t possible to see anyone and I had to stand still for a minute so that my eyes could adjust to the darkness. I took off my white towel and put it around my neck which freed my hands to stroke my dick in the middle of the room. I sensed that there was someone sitting on the bench with the tall Italian standing nearby. I reached toward his direction and came in contact with the big bulge pushing out his towel. He undid the towel and fully exposed a hefty big cock. He was only half way hard which was good because he was very thick. I stroked him just a little before I bent over to take him into my mouth. I heard him groan with satisfaction as I took him in and began to sensually suck him. He was untrimmed and had a very masculine bush that was probably black like his chest hair. He gently held my head and ran thick manly fingers through my soft hair. I was really aroused taking this handsome man’s cock into my mouth. I was achieving my goal.
The man who had been sitting on the bench came over to join us. All I could determine about this man was that he was hairy and older. He began to play with the handsome man’s nipples and I felt the shaft in my mouth get even thicker from that attention. I was having trouble with the steam from the room affecting my breathing while sucking such a thick stick. I stood up to adjust my breathing and as I did so the older Italian pushed Mr. Handsome to his knees and shoved his cock into the face of the younger man. This really surprised me because I hadn’t sensed any dominant energy from the older man until that point. It was hot to be there standing next to a man who was dominating my Mr. Handsome. My dick got harder and now the younger man switched his mouth to my cock. The older Italian began to twist and pull on my nipples which got me very excited. The younger man took all of my shaft into his mouth and sucked with great skill back and forth. He pulled on my balls and pressed his thick finger against my anal opening. I was wet with sweat from the hot room and the younger man gave a quick thrust of his finger up my ass while he sucked hard on my cock. I shot a load right into his wet mouth which held onto my dick while I completed my loud orgasm. He roughly pulled his finger from my ass and returned to sucking on the older man. “Grazie, Grazie,” I said with sincerity for the quick but fantastic blowjob.
I was spent and left the steam room to catch my breath. I inhaled the cooler air immediately upon departing the dark, sexy space. I took a long cleansing shower and then rested with some bottled water on one of the lounges to equilibrate before going back into the bright sunlight of the Saturday afternoon. No one on the street would know that the extra large smile coming from the American that day was due to two very hot sex sessions on a Saturday afternoon in the dim light of the gay sauna.
I took the train back to my seaside town enjoying the views of the beautiful Italian countryside, but my happiness was increased when the sea came back into view. While on the train, I recapped the satisfying experiences that I had had with those sexy Italian men who got me so aroused. I realized that the Italian seaside town offered all the pleasures of Italy if I were willing to take the train to Rome to meet my sexual needs. This would be a good place to return.
Angelina in Rome
The plan was to leave Italy and make my way to Greece before I used up my ninety days of visa time. I found an inexpensive flight using my frequent flier miles that would only use 8000 miles for the one way ticket. My condo at the sea wasn’t far from the Rome airport but I couldn’t get there by mass transit without going into Rome and taking the special train from there. It made sense to plan additional days in Rome not far from the train station.
I was able to locate an Airbnb that was a share with the female host. Perhaps this would be an amiable share just as I had enjoyed in Barcelona. The small apartment in Pigneto was just a short tram ride from the station and would be in another one of my neighborhoods without tourists. It seemed like a good transition for leaving Italy.
I had no trouble getting to the neighbor and getting off at the correct tram stop. It was a sunny mild day in late November and only a light jacket was necessary. Angelina had agreed to meet me at 3 PM to let me into the space. I arrived at the address on time and was greeted by my attractive young hostess. “Buongiorno!” we addressed each other and then switched to English which she had been studying.
She unlocked the metal gate that let me into the broad courtyard and then led me to the door of the apartment building. Angelina demonstrated how to unlock the main glass door and also showed me the key that I would need to gain access at the entry gate. She pointed out the buzzer by the inside door which would unlock the building door whenever I departed. The lobby area had a marble floor with a high ceiling but the color was neutral which didn’t lend any beauty to the space.
Instead of using an elevator, we went to a spiral staircase that descended to her apartment floor. The staircase used the same floor marble for the steps and had a black metal handrail on the inside and outside of the wide steps. There was, of course, another key to gain entry to her wooden door which was one of eight in the circular space. She held open the large wooden door for me to enter with my luggage. It was important to pull the heavy door closed to ensure that it was completely closed, thereby keeping us secure. These were all normal security processes in Italy and especially in a large city like Rome. I was very accustomed to the procedures but they were always unique to each space where I stayed,
The first room of the apartment was a wide hallway that had a study desk and large bookcase. My room was just off to the left and I was happy to be able to deposit my luggage. I was also pleased to learn that I didn’t need a key to unlock the door to my room because it didn’t have a lock. There was a lock on the inside which I could use but I never felt the need to do so. My room was large and had a gated window that looked out onto the sunny courtyard. I wouldn’t have fresh air, but the light would be good since it was a Southern exposure. The room contained a double bed, a wooden table with two chairs, and a comfy arm chair for reading. There was also a small television on the wall which I never used. I would be fine for the couple of days that I would be there and it was only 40 Euros a night.
Angelina offered to show me the shared bathroom which was just next to my space but only had an entry door from the hallway. At least it was next to my room and I could easily hear if it were already occupied by her. I declared myself happy with my choice and Angelina reminded me that the room came with a daily breakfast of coffee and pastries. With that news, my happiness was increased! I informed her that I didn’t get up early and if it were OK with her, breakfast at 9 AM was good for me. She was going to be home studying for the two days, so she was amenable to that time. I learned that she was in medical school and there was an important test on which she needed to score well.
Even though I had traveled to many different Airbnb locations, I was always anxious on travel days until I was settled in at my new address. It was only now that I fully exhaled and took in the physical characteristics of my hostess. She was average height with short curly light brown hair. It wasn’t a usual color for Italian women, so perhaps it was dyed. Angelina was wearing a loose brown sweater, but even with the fabric covering her breasts, I could easily determine that they were large. She was probably a 38D and balanced her pendulous breasts with wide child bearing hips. She didn’t wear any make up and made no attempt to make herself attractive. Perhaps it was the scientist in her that drove that choice or maybe she had been abused at some time.
After I got settled in, I chose to take a walk around the neighborhood and get some food. Angelina told me that there was a good place for pizza not far away. I’m sure that most Americans would have been happy to hear that, but I could get decent pizza in my own country. It was the cheeses and cold cuts that were so much better in Italy that I was after. I managed to locate a cheese store and they told me where to go for the meat.
When I entered the cheese shop, my nasal passages immediately ascended to heaven. Some of the cheeses were just aging in the open on the long planks of wood and I took in the earthy flavors through my nose first. I knew that they would have the creamy gorgonzola which was far superior to what I could get outside of Italy and France. I also got a round crusty bread to be a companion for my cheese and meat. Nearby there was a small corner park with a bench where I was able to feast on my finds and take in the best of Italy by myself. The sun was still shining and it was a glorious day.
I easily relocated my room for the night and discovered Angelina sitting on an old sofa when I entered the common space. She greeted me and noted the leftovers of my purchases congratulating me on finding good local food. The sofa was covered with an old blue blanket which led me to surmise that the fabric underneath was worse than the blanket was. Angelina asked me an unusual question and made my mind think about my own language.
“What is a latch?” It was only upon hearing that question, that I realized I had never come across such a thing in Italy. Doors always had brass knobs. Some were ordinary size but it was quite common to find hefty large knobs that had to be bigger than some of the women’s hands. I explained the horizontal closing device to her and she declared that she hadn’t seen such a thing either. I explained that I was studying Italian while I was in Italy and from then on, she spoke in her own language to me, but always made certain that I understood what she had said.
I slept well that night knowing that good coffee would be made for me in the morning. I was awake and cleaned by 9 AM so that I could keep to the schedule I had given to Angelina. She knocked on my door before entry with the tray that contained a large mug of coffee, a small yoghurt and a modest size croissant. She probably had a similar breakfast herself. Her pleasant morning smile increased the light in the room as she set the tray down on the desk. She asked if I had slept well which I had. Leaving me to my breakfast she wished, “Buon gusto!”
I had decided to take a very long walk that day since the weather was going to be mild and it would be my last full day in Italy. I used the Metro to get to the end of the line at Anangina where tourists never travelled. I hadn’t been in this part of Rome before but I knew that there were always old ruins wherever you went in that ancient city. During my return walk to Pigneto, I was fortunate to encounter aqueducts and brick walls that were from two thousand years ago. I was always astounded by what other civilizations had left behind. It gave me a sense of perspective on the brevity of my own life.
As I neared my neighborhood, I noted a barber shop and decided that it would be wise to get my hair cut in Italy where I could speak some of the language. The sign in Italian informed me that haircuts were seven Euros which was very reasonable. I entered and took a seat and was acknowledged by the barber who was working on the one customer ahead of me who seemed to be a very uptight and picky middle age Italian. I was impressed with the good job and when it was my turn, I was able to ask in Italian for a haircut and to use the number two clippers for the sides. After the barber had begun, I asked where he was from because he was speaking in another language to a customer who had entered. The barber informed me that he was from India. “Ah, that means that you probably speak English.” I beamed. He agreed and we were able to have a pleasant conversation in English about our respective countries. Now I could just relax and enjoy the pampering that he did including using a straight razor for finishing. When it came time to pay, I provided a ten Euro bill and had him keep the change. It was a job well done and I was happy to pay half of what I would have paid in the US.
When I arrived back at my lodgings, Angelina was still in her study place on the old sofa. It was almost as though she were a fixture there. She greeted me and asked about my day. She was quite astonished when I informed her of my lengthy walk since she had never been to that part of town herself. I sensed that she was finding me of interest as she asked questions about my travels and former work. She also noted my new haircut and declared it a success. When I spoke with her about my Reiki skills, the scientist in her was skeptical.
Angelina had been raised Catholic like most Italians but she hadn’t ever had any sense of spiritual life. She had always had a more methodical and mathematical mind which didn’t allow for such fantasy. I was much the same but had to open myself to new experiences when I was training to be a Reiki practitioner. It was only through feeling instead of thinking that I was able to grasp the amazing capacity of spirit life.
She asked if I could do it to her and I readily agreed to provide her with a sample experience. Often in these cases, I would just place my hands on a person’s forearm where they could feel my hands become warm and be surprised by the generation of heat without any movement. With Angelina, I sensed that her disbelief would require more for her to become open. Since the sofa was too small and low for me to use, I suggested that she lay prone on my bed. All that she needed to remove were her shoes so that her feet could be open to receiving energy.
She hesitated for a moment before agreeing to the idea. During that time, I sensed that she was weighing my character and determining her safety and comfort zone. She had after all let me into her living space, this was not much more of a step to being open. I calculated that it would be helpful for her to take that step as part of the pathway to being receptive to Reiki. I asked to freshen myself from my day’s efforts before beginning, but that I would only need fifteen minutes.
I had a quick shower in the small confines of the Italian metal box shower in the bathroom. Any Italian bathroom I was ever in was always sparkling clean with a scent from the bottled agents used. I put on fresh clothes since the walking clothes were fecund with my body’s fluids and needed to be in a plastic bag ready for laundry.
Angelina followed me into the bedroom and promptly took her place on the bed as I had directed. I didn’t expect her to relax right away, but that would be part of the Reiki challenge. I pulled over the desk chair and sat next to her prone, clothed body. I tuned up my Reiki energy and placed my hands flat on the small of her back. She flinched slightly from the contact and I wondered when she had been touched last by a man. I didn’t apply any pressure but quickly felt the Reiki warmth flowing through me to her.
I kept my hands in the same place longer than usual so that the heat could get really noticeable before I moved to the upper shoulders. I kept my hands there longer as well for the same purpose. I planned to follow a standard Reiki torso treatment that was different from my usual massage with Reiki that was done without clothing on the recipient. There would be no opportunity for Angelina to take any of my movements as sexual but there would still be sensuality received through the warmth coming through my hands.
I felt her body sink deeper into the mattress and a few times she hummed an acceptance of the warmth but didn’t ask any questions or provide verbal feedback. By the end of the thirty minute treatment the light in the room had diminished with the lowering of the sun. Perhaps that contributed to the mood change that I sensed in Angelina as her relaxation level bordered on the suggestive state. When I did the final cranial Reiki and blessings, I sensed her body wanting something more, but couldn’t determine what.
“Will you come hold me in the bed?” were the surprising words that came when I told her that the session was complete. I was conflicted about my willingness to be with such a young and perhaps vulnerable woman. “I just want you to hold me.” I was already without shoes and didn’t remove any clothing as I climbed into the small bed and took a position behind her against the wall. “Put your arms around me,” came the guiding words as she turned on her side facing away from me. I did as she requested and took in the flowery scent of the light brown hair which was now directly in my face.
My mind raced with exciting thoughts of sex, but I knew that she hadn’t intended anything like that to happen. Perhaps she desired just the security of my age and wisdom. My physical self responded in its own predictable way but I made sure that my swelling loins were not pressing against her youthful body. “When I was young, I used to climb into bed with my parents and they would hold me between them. It always made me feel so safe. They’re both gone now and I miss them.” I felt her gently weeping and wasn’t surprised that the Reiki had unlocked an emotional memory. “Thank you for telling me,” I spoke softly to the back of her head.
We remained in our hugging position for more than ten minutes as the light in the room continued to diminish. Angelina wiped the wetness from her face with the back of her hand and roused herself to sit up. Had she been closer in age to me I might have kept my body near to her, but I chose to move towards the wall providing her with more space. “Grazie,” was the only word spoken by either of us as she slowly rose and departed the room, closing the door behind her.
I heard her walk to the back bedroom and close the door. I wondered about the thoughts and feelings that she was having, but knew that Angelina had opened to me as much as she was able. Since I was leaving the next morning, it wasn’t for me to press further into the private space that I sensed she didn’t share with anyone. I felt honored that she had trusted me with her body and emotional life.
My long walk had tired me and I slept deeply that night. When I awoke and headed to the bathroom, I encountered the morning breakfast tray just outside my door, well before 9 AM. There was a note from Angelina that only said, “Please leave your keys in the room.” From the hallway, I saw that her bedroom door was closed but that was its usual state. I didn’t know if she was there or had left for school already. I didn’t feel at all comfortable knocking on her door, since the note didn’t suggest that she wanted more contact. Was she embarrassed or just reached her limit of being open? There was no way for me to learn more about her feelings without resorting to email and that didn’t seem appropriate. I left Rome with a sense of melancholy wondering if Angelina was OK and not knowing.
Nicholas in Athens
Nicholas wrote to me from the Silverdaddies website when he noted that I would be visiting Athens soon. There wasn’t much information in his profile but I learned that he was tall and thin, one of the common Greek male types. I appreciated a tall man and looking at pictures of Greek men on the site, it appeared that they were all nicely endowed. No pictures of his anatomy were provided but I didn’t feel that naked pictures were necessary. I would at least learn more about the culture from a local man. He provided his email address and suggested we meet for coffee which I would also learn was an enormous Greek habit, even more so than the Italians.
I sent a reply to his query and we wrote back and forth exchanging pictures. I was able to determine that he was a good looking man with excellent English skills and intelligence. I was staying alone in a newly renovated Airbnb apartment so I could host and suggested that we meet in a nearby square where there were lots of coffee shops and cafes. Nicholas informed me that he would be coming from outside the city in his car. I had done all of my travel by mass transit, so having a local with a car would be a great asset.
We had agreed upon the time to be 1 PM on Saturday afternoon. I arrived at the location early and soon thereafter he walked up with a pleasant smile to greet me in English which was fortunate since my Greek was very limited. His broad open smile brought out attractive facial features. Nicholas suggested that we take a ride in the car to a place along the water and he could show me parts of his city. I much preferred that idea to sitting and having a coffee. I followed him to the car and we began our journey while talking along the way. I learned that he was from a wealthy suburb and worked as an attorney for a bank which were both signs of stability. I asked him questions about his culture and the politics and modern history since my knowledge was more about the ancient period. As we drove, he pointed out buildings and their importance and also decried the graffiti that was rampant. He asked if I understood why people were led to do that and I suggested that it was about the expression of being powerless. I didn’t feel at all helpless in the vehicle with this new man in an unknown city. I felt at ease with his local knowledge, intelligence and kind energy. Nicholas seemed to be a fortunate find.
I asked if he could find a place along the water where we could sit and he could stop driving. Nicholas understood my request and soon we were on a wooden bench looking out at the Aegean waters. It was well after the season so only a few people were in the area and just one brave man was in the cool water. He had a dad bod and the swimming trunks that matched his body type. I began to ask more personal questions which was my usual way and I learned that he was divorced with a ten year old son. The break up had taken place within a year of the son’s birth as the parents handled the event differently. “You are married to your job,” declared the wife and I would learn that she was correct. I felt bad for the boy who would know his parents as divorced his whole life, but it was good that Nicholas lived near the son and saw him regularly. He was open enough to tell me that his sexual time with men was a new development and that he now found men to be of more interest than women. I asked when he had last been with a woman and he declared that it was just six months ago. She was starting to get serious and so he ended their relationship. He didn’t want any emotional entanglement with a woman. It seemed to me that that attitude was a carry over from his marriage experience.
Nicholas spoke of having had a relationship with a man from another country whose business brought him to Greece regularly. They knew each other for five years and were monogamous during that time. I was not surprised to hear this since an attorney for a bank probably enjoyed a simple, stable life. I didn’t pry into that relationship at this point respecting his depth of feeling, but I did ask if he had cried when the man died. He thought for a moment and affirmed, while adding that he still wept sometimes when a location or a song would remind him of his beloved friend. Here was a sensitive soul of value.
It was getting to be late afternoon on the Saturday when my very commercial neighborhood would have reduced parking opportunities so I suggested that we return to my area and I would show him my nice apartment. He appreciated that concern and agreed that we should return to where we had started. We had a short difficulty parking on the urban streets but managed to find a spot six blocks away. I told him that I had asked the parking goddess for assistance when I saw that it was going to be challenging to find a spot. I sensed that he wasn’t sure if I were serious or joking, but he didn’t ask. My Airbnb was in a top floor apartment where no others were on that level. The mirrored elevator was small and when we were both in the cramped quarters, he pressed his body against mine and the physical connection began.
We arrived at the end of the elevator ride and climbed the last steep steps to my apartment which had a beautiful frosted glass door for entry. I used my key and unlocked the door welcoming my new friend into the intimate space. The door didn’t have a handle and required using the key to secure it, so now we were locked inside. I didn’t want him to be anxious so I left the keys right by the door on a shelf. The small space had other frosted glass doors and I showed him the small kitchen along with the large roof terrace which provided views to the sea on one side and the Acropolis on the other. The sun was shining but would soon be setting so I invited him to see the bedroom which had an attached bathroom.
Nicholas readily came back inside and noted that there were large mirrors on the closet next to the bed. He walked up to me with manly steps and gently pressed his lips against mine. The warmth of the connection was easily felt and I sensed a growing in his loins as was happening in mine. The mirror happily reflected our masculine joining. The kissing continued with tongues gently exploring lips while my hands fondled the back of his neck feeling his short neck muscles relax from the touch. I sensed him tense and relax at the same time and my right hand reached down to feel the swelling organ in his pants. There was some significant firmness and quantity and his breathing made a short gasp at the touch. How long had it been since someone had touched him there?
My hands reached up and began to undo the top buttons of his shirt. I only undid a couple before I slipped a warm hand inside to feel his hairy flesh. He moaned softly as my hand reached his nipple and I learned that he had nipples more sensitive than many women. I undid a couple more buttons so that both hands could find nipples and he arched his back in acceptance of the sensual touch. His eyes were closed but his warm wet lips were ready for mine and we kissed more deeply this time, sensing the passion of the other.
Now all of the buttons were undone, exposing his manly hairy chest. He was slender and tall as the Greeks of old were. He undid the buttons of my shirt and treated my smooth nipples to some gentle stimulation. I moaned in pleasure and encouraged him to kiss them which he did. I knew that Nicholas had been married and I knew that married men usually knew how to be sensual with a nipple and enjoyed having a man’s nipple in their mouths.
I reached down and unbuckled his belt. I had no difficulty undoing the closure and sensually opened up the pants. I placed one hand on his crotch and felt the fully swollen member seeking freedom. Nicholas responded with an opened mouth groan and I knew that he wanted more. I slipped my other hand inside the underwear and gently cupped his balls. My warm hands were welcome and I gave a gentle squeeze. His cock sprang out of the dark underpants and was now pointing fully at me. I used both warm hands to feel his male energy, to pleasure him. Like most Greeks, he was uncut and I felt a bit of precum on the head of his cock poking out through the soft foreskin. I used that precum like a lube and spread it around the tip of his dick. Nicholas made more precum and I was able to gently push the foreskin down to fully expose the sensitive tip.
I wanted to taste him, so I bent down and licked the precum on the head of his cock. Again, he provided a responsive moan and gasp as I took the full head of his shaft into my warm wet mouth. I pushed further until his dick was massaging the back of my throat and he could feel all of my warmth enveloping him and taking him on a deep journey.
Softly whispering into his ear, I said “Come to my bed.” Nicholas was eager to hear those words and quickly managed to take off all of his clothes. I too removed all clothing and lay naked on the bed for him to come to me. He placed his lean, hairy body on top of me and then kissed me hard on the lips while his other hard part pressed into my loins stimulating my body and mind. My own cock was fully swollen and hard against his slender hot body. He went back to kissing my nipples now that he had discovered that mine were almost as sensitive as his. When he had his fill of my two nipples, Nicholas kissed my chest as he lowered himself to my belly button where his tongue explored deep into the cavity.
His large hand reached under me and squeezed my smooth buttocks with a firm grip. Nicholas’ mouth moved down to the tip of my cock and he warmed the head with his hot breath and my mind was filled with stimulation. His middle finger began to search for my entry point and I felt my body opening to him, wishing to feel parts of him inside. I wanted to be intimately one and I relaxed so that he could partially penetrate me with his long finger. Nicholas kept his warm mouth on the head of my cock while his finger pressed against my prostate and I gave back moans of encouragement for him to take me.
My hands reached down for his hard cock and I stroked him while his finger was now deep inside me. I used fingers from both hands to gently squeeze his manly nipples but I knew that he wanted my mouth on those sensitive parts as much as he wanted it on his cock. I pulled him forward and gently kissed and licked those hard nipples while he groaned in response. I moved down again to the firm dick and put the whole thing in my mouth so that I could hardly breathe.
Nicholas reached for a condom and covered himself while I placed some lube on me and on the condom. He was laying expectantly on his back and I climbed on top to straddle him. I felt his hard cock pressing against my lubed ass and I wanted to have him slide inside. He admitted, “I know that I will come fast.” His comment didn’t bother me because I just wanted to hold onto his hard cock while he orgasmed. I pulled my cheeks apart to make the entry easier and positioned myself to feel his mushroom head right at the opening. I teased him just a little by letting only the head slip inside. I moved up and down on the tip of his shaft while he rolled his head with pleasure. He pushed up hard in one thrust and I gasped as his full cock found its way deep inside, just as I had wanted. I did some slow gyrations while squeezing his nipples and I could feel his hot sperm shooting powerfully into me. He gave a huge exhale, but didn’t make any noise other than that. I loved feeling Nicholas’ hard shaft inside me and I stroked myself just a little for my own pleasure. I leaned forward so that I could place my head on his hairy chest and feel his heartbeat as it came back to normal. He caressed my head and tousled my hair in his big strong hands. “I wanted that from the moment I saw you,” he said sincerely and openly. He stayed hard inside me for a while but I felt the rest of him relaxing. When the shaft softened, it popped out and I removed the full condom, placing it on the floor. I turned my back to him and Nicholas swung a long arm around me so that I fit inside his big spoon. I enjoyed the feeling of hot breath on the back of my neck and stroked his hand lightly as it rested on my smooth chest.
We were clasped together as we drifted along a river of comfort and human connection. It was not long though before he reached down and began to stroke my semi-hard cock. He brought it back to full life and I asked him to kiss my nipples. He gently but firmly pleasured both of them while firmly pumping my shaft and it was no surprise to me when I came all over my chest. He rubbed the cum into my skin and said, “Now it is good.”
We sank into each other’s arms again providing intimate contact between men. In a little bit he pulled away and looked up at the ceiling. “If you are not busy tomorrow, I could drive you to see the center of the city where you have not been yet.” I accepted the offer of additional contact and he gave me a very warm and open smile looking into my eyes. “You are crazy you know, but in a good way. Selling your house and just living from a suitcase. You know that this is crazy!” He seemed to absorb a bit of my craziness which nurtured his happiness and sense of freedom.
We discussed the pragmatics of time and place for meeting the next day as he put on his clothes to leave. He couldn’t exit the building without a key so I too hastily put on some clothes and escorted him to the front door. “Are you coming too?” he queried as I also exited the building. “I can walk you to your car so that you don’t get lost,” I replied. We both laughed at the joke and he was happy to have my company for longer. Nicholas got into the car without touching me and I understood that all our physical experiences would be behind closed doors. With a big smile, he looked at me from the driver’s seat, and said, “See you tomorrow.” His car pulled away into the dark of the night and I slowly retraced the path to my apartment. Athens felt warmer now that I had met a passionate Greek man.
Nicholas in Athens 2
We had agreed to meet at the same square near my apartment on Sunday but this time Nicholas wouldn’t need to park. I arrived at the meeting location early in case he was ahead of schedule. I only waited ten minutes before I saw his car coming up the street. There was a bit of traffic so he pulled over into a bus stop so that I could enter the vehicle. We both smiled and I buckled my seat belt. I knew that we wouldn’t have a physical display in public, not even in the car. He was much too conservative for that, although I wondered if he had been the same way with his British friend. While Nicholas drove to the center of town, we talked of Greek life and my observations. I asked why Greeks seemed to be either very tall or very short and that the in between size didn’t exist much. He declared that the shorter people were Bulgarians and Albanians who had immigrated during their respective difficult times. “Now they speak like Greeks and you can’t tell if they are or not.” All of the tall ones were fully Greek.
“I was born in Lesvos and came to Athens for school and never really left. My parents are still on the island and I visit them for holidays.” “Ah, maybe that is why your nipples are so sensitive. They are Lesbian nipples,” I jested. He smiled and then laughed at the thought which hadn’t occurred to him before. “Do you think so? You are just so crazy, but I like that.”
He pointed out the buildings that had Greek classical architecture and bemoaned the fact that so many were destroyed and replaced with plain rectangular buildings that looked as though they had come from East Germany during the cold war. Color was totally absent with the exceptions of white and off white. I was surprised when he said, “It is the ugliest city on the planet.” After spending so much time in the coastal cities of Italy where strong bright colors abounded, I was truly struck by the absence of color.
When we drove by stores that were closed, he commented about the areas which had been vibrant with merchants and now were abandoned buildings. He was saddened by the loss and I felt his frustration that it had taken place, much like his comments on graffiti.
I saw the hill of Lykobettus, with the white church on top, and asked if we could go there. Nicholas hesitated only briefly and then declared that he couldn’t drive to the top but we could get part way. He turned the car in that direction and soon we were on very narrow and steep residential streets that led us to a park area with lots of green. I commented that Athens didn’t seem to have old trees like other European cities and he agreed. We arrived at an overlook parking area and he encouraged me to take a look. “Aren’t you coming?” I asked. He replied, “I’m afraid of heights. Perhaps you noticed when we were on your terrace I stayed very near the center.” I had noted his hesitancy on the rooftop but hadn’t given it any thought. “You go,” he expressed firmly.
I did go and returned about five minutes later. Nicholas looked surprised and said, “You’re back so soon!” “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” I replied. “I am fine here. In the car it does not bother me. The same on planes. I have no fear then. Take your time.”
With that encouragement I took the steep hike up the stone stairs to the top of the hill from which there were remarkable views of the city in all directions. I was glad that I knew the geography somewhat so that I could spot areas beyond the obvious like the nearby Acropolis. It was a bright and sunny day, good for picture taking which many people were. I was the only one who entered the small church which contained beautiful old icons. I purchased a candle and offered a prayer of gratitude.
I then began the downward hike on the steep stairs that didn’t always have handrails. In the US there would have been lawyers requiring handrails. When I arrived at the beginning of the parking lot, I saw Nicholas hurrying towards me. He looked anxious and I hoped that I hadn’t stayed too long. “My son broke his leg and I have to go,” he hurriedly said and turned around to head us back to the nearby car.
When we were in the vehicle on our way down the hill, I asked what had happened. His son had been playing football and been injured. “I have warned him that he could get hurt,” Nicholas declared with concern. I asked him to just drop me by the metro where I could get back to Kallithea by myself. Nicholas was in full anxiety mode and justifiably so, since he didn’t know the seriousness of the injury. I sensed that he had hoped I would make that offer which he would never have asked since I was his guest. “Thank you, yes. I will take you to the Metro.”
“You know, since I won’t be able to take you to dinner as we had planned, you will have to see me again next weekend.” I already knew that Nicholas would be chained to his work for the whole week and Friday evening would be the first opportunity for us to get back together again. “Yes, yes we can.” he responded without more detail as he remained focused on getting me to the Metro. He dropped me off at a nearby square and provided directions to the location of the entrance. Nicholas remained in the car and quickly drove off after a hurried farewell that didn’t include any touching.
I didn’t use the Metro, but walked from the center of Athens to my location. It was a bright sunny Sunday with lots of Greeks and tourists enjoying the outdoor cafes and restaurants. I was most pleased with myself that I managed to find my way using the sun as a guide to walk toward the sea. Athens was an old city, but the streets were mostly straight and I didn’t feel lost at any point.
As soon as I arrived at my apartment, I used the laptop to send an email to Nicholas. I knew that he would be concerned about me getting back to my place safely and I also wanted to offer my words of concern for his son’s condition. I received an email from Nicholas later that evening. As it turned out, the son’s broken leg was a simple break and at the age of ten he would heal properly. Nicholas was relieved to tell me this and to thank me for my words of empathy. His email helped me relax into a pleasant sleep that included dreams of my new tall friend.
Nicholas in Athens 3
“I want to confess, if you allow me a thought. I would like if you are available tonight to come over to you. I think that could happen around 10:30 PM. I recommend that as I think that it would be difficult to meet up on Saturday due to the current circumstances.” I was surprised to receive this offer from Nicholas. The email was very sweet and I sensed a passion that was heightened but unexpressed. I was conflicted. I wanted to see and feel him, but my evenings were not my most energetic time and 10:30 PM would be late. In the end, passion won out over my concerns and I accepted the suggestion to meet in the front of my building late on the Friday evening. He was right. I was crazy! Maybe we were both becoming crazy.
He was remarkably prompt which was his character. I appreciated that, especially when I was standing in front of my building waiting for a tryst. His smile was genuine and broad as he took large strides to cross the street to me. I offered him my hand but I wanted to offer him a hug. I think that he was grateful that there was no public display of affection, but it was certainly there in my spirit.
I turned and unlocked the door which had to be relocked from the inside using the key. Nicholas turned on the hallway light and pressed the button for the elevator as though he were now a resident of the building too. By the time I was with him, the elevator had arrived and he motioned for me to enter first. I pressed the button for the top floor and the two of us once again took up all of the space in the small elevator as the mirrored doors closed.
He pressed my body against the back wall and kissed me hard on the lips with his tongue pushing insistently into me and I sensed that more wanted to push in as I felt the swelling in his pants. I relaxed and allowed him to have his way with me as we slowly made our way to the top of the building. My Greek was nurturing his passion.
We climbed the last stairs and I unlocked the door to my space, relocking it after we were both inside. He asked about taking a shower together and we both knew that there was enough space for the two of us to fit inside the modern tile and glass enclosure. Clothes quickly came off and by the time we were in the shower there were two cocks pointing toward each other with intent. I used the bar of creamy soap to fill his hairy chest with lather and then moved both of my hands to his dick and did the same with that hairy area. He stiffened completely with the stimulation and leaned back to let the water cascade onto his head from the modern rain style shower head. The warmth soothed and stimulated his spirit simultaneously. I pressed my lips hard against his and pushed him against the wall. His eyes opened with surprise and pleasure.
Nicholas readily accepted the role reversal and smiled broadly like a young man who learns a new trick. He was finding my crazy ways appealing and reached under my hard cock to feel the entry point. He took the soap from me and lathered that special spot so that his finger could readily penetrate me without pain. Nonetheless, I gasped as I felt him enter my pleasure zone. I wanted to feel all of him and didn’t care that there were no condoms nearby. I turned around and encouraged him to take me naked in the shower. Warm water and steam were creating a space that was not to be underestimated.
He hesitated briefly and I sensed the calculus in his mind of the risk taking. Nicholas was a lawyer for a bank after all. Perhaps he determined that it was a special circumstance, requiring a unique response and he rubbed his cock on my smooth ass in anticipation of the pleasure to come.
I felt the tip of his dick pressing hard against me and I used my hands to make the opening wider to accept his firm member. With one second of unusual abandon, he pushed forward and I felt the full length of the shaft thrust inside me with intent. We both gasped at the same instant and it was almost like a simultaneous orgasm of the spirit. He didn’t cum quickly and I enjoyed his manly thrusts in the warm steam of the shower. Part of me wanted a camera to capture a video of the raw human sexuality between two tall masculine men from two different cultures and languages.
“I want to cum inside you. Is that OK?” he asked breathlessly. This was the second time that Nicholas had expressed a desire and this time he was more direct about what he wanted. “Give it to me. I want to feel it,” I said in a deliberate voice with conviction. I knew that he was safe and it was a minimal risk for the deep pleasure of the special moment we were having. He made several very hard thrusts into me and I felt some pain but it was the type of pain that was comingled with pleasure and I fully opened my receptive self to his needs. It wasn’t long before I felt the convulsions of orgasm from the hard cock inside me and I knew that his seed was being planted deep in my cavity. Our intimacy created the most open relation between men that was possible and I loved the emotional connection as much as the physical.
I knew that he wanted to collapse on top of me and drift off into a world without cares and concerns, but we were still in the shower. Nicholas didn’t wait for his cock to soften naturally, but removed it with slow deliberation so that both of us could feel the additional sensations which were most pleasant. I turned and kissed him gently on the lips with tenderness and feeling. My own emotions were overflowing as were the sperm slipping from my anus. We held each other with arms wrapped around while the warm water continued to rain on our most sensual and intimate experience.
“I could easily fall in love with you,” he expressed with true vulnerability. Other men had made similar statements to me, and I wasn’t surprised to hear these word from Nicholas, but this was special and meaningful. Perhaps part of my feelings were affected by the long distance from my own culture and language. Perhaps it was the almost three months of living out of a suitcase. Was Nicholas a refuge for me? My own emotions and feelings weren’t clear but the moment was one to treasure. I chose to just savor the instant and not respond with words that might be unclear.
We dried ourselves and each other before sliding energetically into the large bed with warm covers to hold in our body heat. We spooned as he kissed the back of my neck. “I really wanted to be with you. To feel you, but also to be stimulated by your mind and your crazy ways,” he offered easily and truthfully. “I wanted to be with you too,” I replied with equal openness. Soon I heard the soft sounds of his breathing getting shallow and the noises of sleep crept into the room. We hadn’t talked about sleeping over but I was pleased to learn that it was taking place. I hadn’t slept with someone in years and it was comforting to feel this strong man behind me with his long arms securely wrapped around me.
My week hadn’t been as challenging as his and I didn’t sleep for some time, but continued listening to his sounds and getting to know his way in bed. There was much between us that was very compatible but there were also pragmatics that would make a full relationship not very possible. I chose not to dwell on those problems but just felt this good man who had come to spend the night in my bed. I was living life in the present.
Nicholas in Athens 4
I didn’t sleep well which was often the case with a new bed partner. I was almost always the host for a sleepover and I worried if my restlessness disturbed my partner. Perhaps that was another of the feminine parts of me. Eventually I drifted off into a deep sleep without concerns, but I awoke to a feeling of stiffness. What I felt was not in my neck or back where men often have issues, but this was a stiffness coming from Nicholas. I sensed him before I felt his hard member pressing into my body, invading my sleeping space. There were no tender words of morning affection but it was more like an animalistic mating that began with his needs. He had awakened before me and now toyed with my nipples. As I awoke, I sensed his morning testosterone urging him on to release, to dominate and to control.
He bit the back of my neck and used a strong manly finger to press into my opening which wanted to yield to him, to give him what he desired which was also my desire. I wanted to be penetrated, to feel his power come inside and fill me. I arched my back to make a welcoming curve and it was not long before I felt the tip of his hard cock pressing into the opening. That stimulation made me want more of him. I wanted to hold inside his most intimate part and to become one with him in a primal embrace that returned us to our animalistic states of need and lust.
He wasn’t gentle and considerate as he had been the night before, but more bestial in the need to fulfill a role, to take me as his possession and finalize an act of dominance. I fully yielded as I felt the warmth and firmness of his entry. Despite my readiness, I openly gasped as my body made way for his forceful entry. He had run to his bag and put on a condom, but didn’t bother with any lube, so the entry was rough and without tenderness. Nicholas’ voice seemed to be deeper and his breath hotter on my neck. He made very vigorous thrusts and smacked my firm ass with his strong hands as he pushed himself ever deeper inside. My ass tingled from the smacking but in truth desired more.
I could not believe how much I wanted to feel his thrusting cock burst with orgasm and I pushed back on him to open my space more for him to occupy me, to engage his primal urge to mate and make more of the species. He didn’t cum quickly and I was happy that he began to sweat with the exertion of his manly self. Soon we were a sweaty mess on this Winter morning. Our bodies were sliding but keeping a sexual rhythm that harkened back to olden times of ancient Greece with sweaty muscled men blending with one another to fulfill deep desires of capture and rapture.
I have yearned for this fulfillment of a strong Greek man making me his possession, to do with what he pleased for his pleasure and not for my consideration. Even though he was wearing a condom, I could feel his juices release in a full body orgasm that shook him to his core. He didn’t utter any sound as though his parents were in the adjoining room, but his breathing released energy held back for many years. Nicholas emptied concerns bound up from the divorce, his son’s injury and the daily challenges of work life. By receiving his cares, I hoped that I could help him enjoy periods of happiness and respite.
I encouraged him to just relax his still stiffened arms and allow his body weight to rest on me. “I’m not a weakling,” I declared. Nonetheless, he didn’t fully relax onto me now that his primal urges had been satisfied. He only rested one arm and allowed half of his weight to press on me as I had suggested. His breath was still hot on the back of my neck and drips of sweat fell on my smooth body before cascading to the bed sheets.
“I’m glad that you let me come to you again. I really wanted to feel your energy and to be with you before you go.” I had wanted to be with him as well which was why I opened myself to such a late evening meeting. I hadn’t expected him to stay the night but it was a welcome intrusion into my space in all respects.
I felt the firmness of his member slipping and my body fully convulsed in expelling him with a shudder that was a sort of orgasm in itself. I welcomed this man who invaded my body and my space, allowing him to become one with me through total deep penetration of a most intimate space.
We talked a little in bed, but I knew that he would want to get cleaned up and go to his son. “You take the shower first,” I directed and he was happy to be given permission to do what he had wanted to do but wouldn’t say. After we were both cleaned up and properly clothed for the streets of Athens, I kissed him on the lips softly saying, “I’m glad that you came and stayed.” “I needed to be with you. To feel your kindness and openness that just make me feel very good,” he replied with honesty and a warm smile.
I escorted him to the car and we waved like old friends parting as he pulled his car out into the morning traffic. Life was to be lived and felt fully every day without worrying about what would come next.
Nicholas and I wrote often to each other expressing desires for more time together. By the time I had hoped to return in the Spring, the Covid-19 virus had flared up and it was impossible for me to get to him or he to me in Thailand.
Stephen in Athens
I had come across Stephen’s profile on a website that I used for meeting couples, sometimes with a bisexual husband. I had seen naked pictures of him and his sexy wife on the website but he hadn’t provided any facial pictures. Both of them had very attractive naked bodies and were in sexy poses. Stephen clearly stated that his wife had no sexual interest anymore so he was just playing as a single. He had listed himself as straight but that was not surprising for this generation of Greeks. Bisexuality was still very hidden in this conservative culture dominated by the Greek Orthodox church. I had openly listed myself as bisexual on the site and he determined that we could have an afternoon of physical pleasure.
He was so remarkably handsome that my mouth likely gaped open when I saw him crossing the plaza to greet me in Athens. My face might have easily given away my feelings since I didn’t hide much anymore. Almost two meters tall and handsome like a movie star, he strode with purpose towards me. I thought, here was certainly the Colossus of Rhodes in modern Greece. He had such an open smile and a full head of thick dark hair which was impressive for a man in his late 50’s. By all measures, he was a sexy hunk in any culture.
He recognized me from the facial photos that I had sent and I saw his eyes glint with happiness at his success in finding me without a cell phone advantage. I stood and held out a welcoming hand and was certain that my face was wearing a broad smile too. His brisk movements toward me provided the momentum for us to immediately continue in that same direction toward my nice apartment on the top of a nearby six story building.
We talked while quickly walking the few short blocks that would lead us to a more discrete indoor space. Stephen informed me that he was taking a couple of hours off from work where he was an upper echelon civil servant who could leave without anyone asking questions. I asked about retirement and he declared that he would have enough years working in the system three years hence. He was taking good advantage of his managerial freedom.
I used my key to open the heavy front door and Stephen headed for the elevator as if he had been in the building before. I joined him in the small mirrored space and the door closed behind me. We were not uncomfortable being so close together, but it was mutually agreed without words that it would be better to wait for anything physical until there was more room.
When we exited the elevator, there was one more flight of stairs to my space and I led the way to the frosted glass entry door which required a key for entry and for closing behind us once we were in the space. I left the key where he could easily see it by the door. He wasn’t much interested in a tour of the space and said directly, “I’d like to take a shower first, if you don’t mind.” I had already showered but I had no problem with enjoying a naked hunk in my shower. I would have joined him, but he seemed to be needing an efficient shower rather than a sexual one. I was happy to just imagine his naked body in my steamy glass shower.
I removed my clothes and lay on the bed waiting for him to come into the bedroom properly naked and clean. He seemed to have gotten partially excited in the shower as I noted his attractive cock was starting to reach out toward me. Perhaps he had stroked himself with the soap to be certain that I would be attracted which I assuredly was. It was easy to see why both genders would yield themselves to this masculine man. With lust in my body, I moved to a sitting position on the end of the bed. He approved of my adjustment which put my head at a good level for use. He strode over to me and held his cock out for my already watering mouth. I had thought about his dick ever since I had seen pictures of him sliding into his wife’s wet pussy. I would have loved to have licked his smooth balls while he was pumping his wife, but that was not to be.
He groaned with pleasure as I took the mushroom head of his penis and fully enveloped it while applying pressure with my lips. It may have been some time since he had had this sensation and I hoped that his happiness level was elevating along with his cock which was now developing its full thickness.
We hadn’t discussed particular likes or dislikes other than to know that he was mostly a top and I was more likely to bottom with a man of his stature. Stephen used his strong hands to softly brush my hair as I moved my mouth further along his shaft. The nerve endings in my follicles were charging up with excitement. It wasn’t long before I felt his shaft swell fully and reach the back of my throat. I no longer had much gag reflex and I enjoyed the sensation of his cock filling my throat.
I felt Stephen arch his back as he pushed his dick as far into me as he could. “Wow,” came his exhale as he relished the pleasurable sensations I was providing. My lips continued to remain pressed against the hard cock as I bobbed my head forward and back. Each time he exhaled loudly and held my head so as not to lose his position. We were locked in a sexual embrace that provided serious stimulation for both of us.
I took a deep breath and lay back on the bed enjoying the view of my new Colossus of Greece, happy with my good fortune. He was even more impressive in the flesh than in his arousing photos. Stephen climbed onto the bed and took my excited cock into his warm mouth with one big gulp. I was now the one who was arching my back and gasping for air, enjoying the pleasuring that he was providing.
Stephen climbed fully on top of me pressing our cocks together. He was reluctant to put his full body weight against me so I massaged his muscular arms that were supporting his dynamic torso. He had a mostly smooth chest, but a nice patch of dark hair was in the center and I pressed my face into it to feel his manliness. He was so sexy and amorous. His wife was certainly a fortunate woman.
He was now fully aroused and like a man on a mission. Stephen turned me over on my stomach and pressed his hard cock against my smooth ass cheeks. I could tell that he was looking to penetrate my body with his beautiful hard cock, so I reached for the lubricant and prepared the opening for him. He added some to his cock so that I wouldn’t have a painful experience. I thought about using the poppers that I had placed next to the bed but chose not to use them. I didn’t want to run the risk of turning him off.
Stephen pressed his full weight against me sliding his lubed cock back and forth between my round ass cheeks stimulating my opening and the head of his penis without initiating penetration. I loved feeling his weight on top of me with his hard shaft pressing, pushing for entry but not doing so right away. His sensual foreplay stimulated my mind and got my body ready for what was to come.
Without warning, he pushed down hard on my opening and popped the tip of his dick inside. The mushroom head was wider than the rest of his cock and there was a sharp pain which I hadn’t anticipated. I exhaled fully and held him in position for fifteen seconds while I controlled the discomfort and accepted the entry of his foreign tissue. He was not an invader but a welcome guest who would bring pleasure and pain. I accepted both as the required entry fee for being with such an impressive man.
Stephen was sensitive to my pain issue and didn’t force himself further into me until I was ready. He slowed the pace and took his time gyrating his cock head inside of me to sensitize my receptors for pleasure and to look past the initial pain. Clearly, he had had this response to his dick before and knew how to be a good lover. His sensitivity drew my emotional self closer to him.
Once Stephen sensed that I was fully ready for him, he returned to his aggressive persona and took what he came for. He manfully pounded away at my opening, slapping his big balls against my firm ass with each lengthy thrust. He pulled out fully and drove in again knowing that now it wouldn’t include pain but just the pleasure of filling my cavity and enjoying the feeling of him joining with me. We moved in a good rhythm together with our bodies intuiting the next move of the other. The sweat began to flow from both of us providing an additional layer of lubrication to all of our body parts.
The sunlight was coming into the room and I wished that I could see the sun lighting up his sweaty muscular body, so I let my mind image that and became even more aroused. He pushed on me with his strong arms and bit the back of my neck like a leonine figure from the jungle and I soon felt his juices burst forth into me dribbling onto the bed before he even removed himself. It was a sizeable load and a massive orgasm that shook both of us to the core. We were fortunate that he was biting my neck or the church down the street would have been scandalized by our noise.
I grasped the bed linens with my hands and clutched his hard, orgasming shaft with my sphincters. All nerve endings were on full reception and I felt my smile broaden before bursting out into laughter, which caused him to laugh as well. The laughing seemed to make him cum a second time and my squeezing from laughing made him pop out sooner than I would have liked. We were both living in the moment of our lusty time.
Stephen collapsed his body on top of me and didn’t care if he were too heavy for me. He allowed his body to fully exhale what had been kept back for too long. His manly sweat continued to drip onto me before continuing its gravitational path to the fully wet bed sheets. I was heartened to feel his weight and joyed in the melding of our fluids and energies. Stephen was a talented and caring lover who balanced his needs with my receptivity. I smiled broadly as I looked in the mirror to see the image that we made. I had to fight to keep from imagining that vision as a daily event.
Could I fall in love with this man? Stephen was certainly an amazing lover but he was married and I was a diversion. His wife was sexy and a big part of his life. He had children and they couldn’t know of this other life. This was the way with bisexual men and I was fully aware, but that didn’t keep my mind from thinking, “Now here would be a good match!”
He gently slipped off of my body and regained his sense of location. As a married Greek man, he wanted fairness in our relationship and he began to stroke my cock with his strong hand. I was face up and asked him to kiss my nipples which were so sensitive. He didn’t remove his hand from my hard dick but flicked my right nipple with his wet tongue. Stephen noted the response from my cock and pushed his full lips against my chest while continuing to rotate the nipple with his talented tongue. I imagined that he provided very stimulating oral to his wife. The sensation on my nipple was more than my cock could delay and I shot up three feet into the air before the sperm came back down to land on my body. I laughed at the thought of my sperm suspended in midair briefly defying gravity. I may have made more sperm shoot up, or maybe he squeezed me again. I didn’t know which because I was so fully enjoying my own release without concern for how it was taking place.
I was sure that some of my cum must have landed on him as well, as he quickly suggested that we both take a shower to have bodies that would be acceptable in polite society. Perhaps he was running out of time, but I needed to recover more, so I directed him to start. He was happy to return to the attractive glass enclosed shower and remove my DNA from his body.
It took some effort on my part to leave the bed but I wanted to feel him next to me again, naked and open. Stephen had made the bathroom very steamy with the hot shower but since it was glass, it was easy to locate him in the small space. He smiled as he welcomed me to his steamy space and we hugged while I nestled my facial cheek into his broad chest. He wrapped his long muscular arms around my body and held me close as I imagined he did with his wife. What a sexy man he was! The warm water was comforting but not as much as his chest and strong arms.
There was no hanky-panky in the shower other than him fully grabbing both of my ass cheeks as he rubbed soap to clean the area. He was ready to move back to his life of work and a wife. Such was the nature of an afternoon tryst with a married man. I was not at all judgmental, but accepted the pleasures of the moment. How I would have liked to have repeat visits!
I knew that I would need to use my key to let him out of the building and reminded him of that as we both got dressed and prepared for departure. “Oh, yes.” he rejoined with understanding. “I’ll walk with you to the station, so that we can talk more.” He brightened at the thought of an “after” experience of the mind. We recognized each other’s intelligence and openness, making us a good match in more than one way.
It was about a ten minute walk to the station and we were able to walk side by side on the broad sidewalk. No more physical contact was made except for our handshake at the end. I asked if he were happy at work, and Stephen declared that the work was good. I asked about non hetero life in Greece and he confirmed what I already knew that the church kept people in line and most people kept their private lives hidden out of fear of judgement. “Don’t think. Just believe,” was the motto of our country he offered. “That makes it very difficult to have close friends, since I am compelled to think for myself.”
Stephen was a Greek man like Nicholas who had the same issues of limited intimacy due to the way that they were raised and the confines of their society. Both were eager for more than the physical intimacy, to have open and fearless conversation without judgement. Neither knew how to make that happen with another Greek man and so they always sought out visitors.
When we arrived at the station, Stephen turned and looked me straight in the face while declaring that he was very happy we had met and that he hoped I would return to his country. I was pleased to hear these direct words expressing his satisfaction. He had given me many good reasons for feeling that I would return, perhaps sooner now that I had encountered my Colossus of Greece.
Peter in Athens
During my two weeks in Athens in December, I stayed in Kallithea where there weren’t any tourists but there were numerous preparations for the Christmas holidays including caroling in the nearby park. In the evening there were holiday lights with people ambling along on the commercial streets or gathered in the outdoor coffee shops. The weather was mild and people wore light jackets and smiles graced the faces of young and old alike.
I was most fortunate to have had encounters with two very sexy Greek men during that period and when it was just a few days before I would be departing, I knew that neither of those men would have the ability to visit with me again. Had it not been for that situation I might not have accepted another invitation from a Greek man in his fifties who wanted to meet me for a sexual experience.
Peter’s profile didn’t provide much information beyond age and body type which was hairy and a bit overweight. He was very urgent in his requests to meet me and service my cock. I was ready for such an event and accepted his suggestion to come that evening. It was an occasion of the small head winning out over the brain.
I provided him with the name and location of the plaza near my Airbnb condo where we could meet. We arranged for 7 PM and I arrived there early so that I could have some time to observe the local residents enjoying themselves in the park underneath the holiday lights. Small children were playing tag while parents sat on nearby benches having adult conversations. Peter arrived on time and walked briskly to where I was sitting on my bench. I had provided him with my face picture so that he could spot me easily which he did.
Peter had a portly build but also wore a very jovial smile with an attractive demeanor. We made our Greek greetings and I offered to show him my space. He readily accepted and we walked to the nearby building. I learned that he was a doctor who was just returning from a business trip and was not expected to be home until later that evening. Between the two of us we filled up the small elevator that took us to the top floor of the building where I was the only one there, providing great privacy.
I unlocked the frosted glass entry door and welcomed him to my space. He was not at all interested in looking at my apartment other than the bedroom and bathroom. Peter had commented in one of his emails that he liked to wear panties while playing with a man and I had informed him that it didn’t do anything for my arousal but if it pleased him then it would be fine with me. I had noted that Peter was carrying a small bag when he approached me in the plaza and I suspected that it had his desired items for sex.
Peter promptly removed shoes and clothes within a few minutes of entering my space. This was a speedier process of getting naked than was usual for me but seemed to be quite comfortable for him. From the bag, he took a new pair of black panty hose which were put on with skill, demonstrating that he had done this many times before. Peter didn’t have panties, but slipped into a pair of black stiletto high heels. He didn’t have small feet and I wondered how difficult it had been to buy them and keep them hidden from his wife. Did they belong to his wife? I should have asked but didn’t.
He was an incongruous site sitting on the edge of the bed in black pantyhose and black stilettos with a bulky hairy chest attached. He had a very manly five o’clock shadow and nothing was feminine about his manners or body. There were times I had been with men who became semi passable from behind when dressed in sexy women’s clothes. I only found that arousing when they were small framed with cute asses so that I could pretend I was with a woman. Peter was none of that.
Nevertheless, I had made a bargain and I would hold up my end of the deal. I didn’t remove my denim shorts but took off my sandals. I walked over to Peter and placed my crotch in his swarthy face followed by slowly lowering the zipper on my shorts. I wasn’t wearing any underwear and I pulled my soft penis out to expose it for him. I expected that he would initiate some oral action but when that didn’t happen, I decided to become more aggressive and be the alpha man that he needed.
I pulled his head into my cock and I rubbed the shaft on the waiting, grizzled face. The friction stimulated me and I became hard enough that I could rub my cock enticingly on his lips. “You want some cock to suck?” I asked aggressively. “Open your slutty mouth and take it then.” He did as commanded and I slid my half hard dick into the warm mouth. Peter began to apply some pressure which helped get my cock harder. I slowly thrust back and forth into his compliant mouth. I pulled his head hard against my body and kept it there while I thrust deeper into his throat. He gagged and I pulled back to let him have some air.
My cock was now hard enough that I didn’t have to hold his head so I reached down and roughly twisted his hairy nipples. I continued thrusting into his wet mouth while I pulled hard on the nipples. I filled his mouth with my firm dick and he tasted my precum. I pulled back so that he could lick his lips to savor the salty taste.
“I want to see your big ass,” I commanded as I dropped my shorts on the floor. He obediently got on all fours on the edge of the bed and I smacked both sides of the wide ass hard but not enough to leave an impression. I avoided looking at the site because I knew that it wasn’t going to be appealing to me. I rubbed my hard shaft on the black pantyhose which had a good effect on my cock. I roughly pulled the pantyhose down exposing his opening. “Don’t cum in me,” Peter cautioned. That hadn’t been my intention and I said, “Don’t worry. Just bend over.” I rubbed my dick on the opening while I continued to smack his now bare ass cheeks. I was fairly certain that I would lose my erection if I put on a condom and tried to fuck him.
“Turn over with your face up on the end of the bed,” I demanded. Peter obediently complied and I could see that his cock wasn’t very hard. I stood over his head and slid my cock into his mouth. “Stroke your fucking cock,” I directed and he began to get his dick aroused while mine was sliding in and out of his mouth. He was getting really excited and I was getting ready to be done. “Let me see you shoot your cum,” I commanded. I took my cock out of his mouth and nestled my balls there instead. “Lick my fucking balls and make them wet you bitch. You are MY bitch now!” I continued stroking my dick and felt confident that I would be able to orgasm in this position.
“Do you want my cum in your mouth or on your face?” Peter requested the load on his face, so I said, “Keep stroking your cock and shoot your cum now.” My own load which had three cum filled shots, landed on his grizzled face and lips. It’s a good thing he had his eyes closed. My orgasm led him to stroke harder and seconds later he put his shot on his hairy round belly. I stood up and Peter exhaled deeply as he relaxed into the mattress.
I had some tissues nearby for him to wipe his face and belly which he did. Peter didn’t lay on the bed for more than thirty seconds before asking to use the shower. I directed him to the contiguous location and provided him with a towel. I lay down on the bed and rested. I had zero interest in being in the shower with him. He returned from the bathroom, freshened and ready to return to his manly clothes. I had intentionally lay on the bed to encourage some resting time and an opportunity for my questions, but he had a different plan so I had to make my queries while we got dressed.
I learned that he had started cross dressing and playing with men about ten years ago. Peter mostly had opportunity when he traveled and was reluctant to connect with anyone local, so he always looked for travelers who could host. He was completely closeted and no one had a clue because he was so hairy and masculine in appearance and behavior.
I escorted him to the plaza where we had met and he displayed a much happier smile at departure than he had at arrival. As Peter blended into the holiday crowd, I took a seat on a nearby bench to return to the pleasure of watching the small Greek children at play under the multicolored glow of the Christmas lights. There was a part of me that was happy he had quickly departed.
Peter reconnected with me the very next day to see if I were available again that evening. He had really enjoyed his time with me and wanted to play again. I knew that I had filled my quota of crossdressing for the month and declared that I wasn’t available. I was leaving for Thailand the day after and needed to prepare for my travel. Unless Peter reads this story and recognizes himself, he will never know how much I used my acting skills that evening.
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