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.