Backpacking
A few months before Jake graduated from high school he told his folks that he wanted to backpack through Europe during the summer. They were not happy, and pointed out all the dangers to him, especially if he got anywhere near a Mideastern country. He promised not to go anywhere near the Middle-East, and assured them that he would confine his backpacking to Western Europe.
A few days later, his father brought home a brochure. It seems that some smart entrepreneur had actually put together guided backpacking tours for students only. The tour would still consist of backpacking, and staying at hostels along the way, but there would be a guide in charge, and breakfasts included.
Jake's father threw the brochure at his son, and told him to look at it "Decide on which tour you want to take. I'll let you go on any one of these," he said adamantly. Jake would have preferred to do this bucket list adventure on his own, but if he wanted to make the trip at all, this was a good compromise.
He had figured that on his own he would hook up with other backpackers along the way, but he rationalized that on a guided tour, he would have ready-made companions from the get-go. He zeroed in on a tour which covered The Alpine Countries; Italy Switzerland, and Austria. His father was so pleased, that he booked and paid for the entire trip.
Jake flew from San Diego to New York's JFK Airport at his own expense, or at least, his father's expense. He arrived in mid-afternoon and found his way to The International Terminal, and Al Italia Airlines. His gear was ticketed all the way through to Milan, so he didn't need to go to baggage claim. He had been informed to look for a young woman carrying a placard reading, "BACKPACKERS." Jake found her, and was surprised to note that the girl was no older than he was. He approached her, and identified himself.
She greeted him cordially. "There will be eight of you on this tour," she said, "so it will be a small, friendly adventure. You're the seventh to arrive. The last one is flying in from L.A. He should be arriving shortly. See that group over there?" she pointed, "Why don't you join them and introduce yourself."
Jake was not happy with his father right now. The six fellow travelers, waiting for the flight from JFK to Italy, were all girls. The reason he wanted to go it alone was that he was gay, and he hoped that he would meet some nice guys during his travels. If the eighth, and final backpacker, was another girl, he would be one unhappy dude.
He approached the group, and introductions were made. At least the girls were not unhappy. Jake was an athlete, and one handsome man. They were all smiles when they met him. About ten minutes later the young guide came over with the final member of their group. This time all seven of the rest of the group flipped out. As handsome as Jake was, Chris was more handsome. He was a couple of inches taller than Jake, and even more muscular. Both boys had light brown hair, and hazel eyes.
The guide handed them all their airline tickets, and escorted them to the security gates. "You're on your own now, until you reach Milan. You will be met there by another tour guide who will have a placard just like mine. When you arrive be sure to have your passports handy. You and your guide will be bussed to The Lake Area, where you will begin your backpacking adventure. It was nice meeting you all. Have fun," she said, and was gone in a flash.
They had three hours until flight time. They were scheduled to leave in the evening and arrive in Italy early in the morning. Once settled in the waiting area, the girls ran off to use the rest room, and find something to eat. Jake and Chris sat together and tried to get better acquainted.
"It's funny that we're both from California," Jake said. "The girls are all from the east coast."
"I wonder what else we have in common," Chris mused.
Chris's double entendre was not wasted on Jake. "I guess we'll find out," he winked back.
They were pleased that they sat together on the long flight. Early on, Chris raised the arm rest between them. Now their shoulders were touching, and neither made a move to separate. Jake was astute enough to know that if Chris were straight he would have discreetly separated from him. Now he dared hope that his new friend was also a brother.
About an hour after takeoff, the cabin lights were shut off, encouraging the passengers to attempt to get some sleep, because it would be early morning when they arrived at their destination. Jake and Chris reclined the backs of their seats, and leaned together so that their shoulders were touching and their heads were not far apart.
In the darkened cabin, Chris laid his hand on Jake's thigh. When he realized what was happening, Jake smiled at Chris and laid his hand on Chris's thigh, but much higher up. Chris responded by taking Jake's hand and moving it up to his package.
Chris was seated in the window seat, Jake was in the middle, and a stranger was in the aisle seat. When Chris moved Jake's hand up to his cock, Jake was shocked. Chris's rod was out of his jeans, and throbbing wildly. Not knowing what else to do, Jake began to fondle Chris, who whispered in Jake's ear, "Go for it, handsome. I have a wad of tissues in my hand."
"Will you switch seats with me later, and do it to me?" Jake asked.
"You betcha... It's going to be a great trip."
After the group retrieved their luggage, they went through customs and immigration. Once out of the secure area, they spotted their guide by the placard he was waving, and holding high. They surrounded him and introduced themselves. Once again, all eight tourists felt their hearts skip a beat. Marco was a beautiful specimen of Italian manhood. He was about 6'1" tall, all muscle. His skin was olive, and his facial features were beautiful. His dark brown eyes were so seductive, Jake and Chris began to worry about restraining themselves from seducing him. It was especially hard for the boys. Both of them were crotch watchers, and Marco's trousers were too tight on him. His endowments were clearly outlined, and evident to both of them.
Everyone was questioning him at once. Little by little they learned that he was twenty-six, and married. He took a picture of his wife out of his wallet. She was as beautiful as he was handsome.
"You'll be with us for four weeks," one of the girls noted. "However do you stand the separation?" Somehow she was hoping to find out if he was monogamous or not.
"When I got this job, my wife and I moved to Milan. About halfway through the trip, you guys will have three free days in Innsbruck. I've arranged to fly home during that time."
"Your English is perfect," another girl observed.
"I was born and grew up In New York," he explained. "My parents were immigrants, and we only spoke Italian at home."
The girls were totally disappointed that Marco would not be with them during that three day period. The boys were not at all disappointed. They intended on having lots of sex during Marco's little sojourn. Frankly it's why they both took the trip. The constraints they placed on themselves at home were stifling both of them.
"This morning," Marco informed them, "we are going to take a short bus tour of Milan. Then, after lunch, we'll head for Lake Como, and you will spend your first night in a hostel. Our driver's name is Tony. He'll handle all of your luggage. I'll introduce you to him when we get outside. Now follow me to the bus."
Hostels can be very sparse or very luxurious. Sleeping quarters range from barracks to semi-private rooms. Since this trip was relatively expensive, the accommodations were a bit upscale. The students were to be assigned to four person bedrooms, with two bunk beds in each room. To even things out, Marco split the six girls into two groups of three. Three girls would share one bedroom each, and he announced that he would bunk with the men. Bummer for Jake and Chris, unless they could seduce Marco, of course.
When the three men were alone in their hostel bedroom for the first time, Chris took the bull by the horns. There was nothing shy about him. He looked Marco right in his eyes and said, "Look, Marco. Jake and I are gay, and we will be having sex as much as we can, so you have several choices. You can take a walk, and leave us alone for a couple of hours; you can stay in the room, and look away; you can stay in the room and watch; and finally, you are more than welcome to join in the fun."
He paused to see what kind of reaction he would get from Marco. He didn't expect Marco to break out laughing. Jake almost started to ask what was so funny, when Marco began to explain his laughter.
"I'm gay also," he began. "This ring on my finger is a phony. The picture in my wallet is my sister. If the girls on my tours knew I was single, they'd be all over me, so I pretend to be happily married; very happily married."
"What about flying home for three days to be with your `wife?'" Chris asked.
"I've been doing this job for three years now. I have fuck buddies in almost every town we'll visit. I intended to shack up with one of them in Innsbruck."
"That's funny," Jake said. "We intended to do the same thing."
"Does this mean that you'll be joining us tonight?" Chris asked.
"You bet your ass. You two guys are the handsomest backpackers I've had on any of my tours in three years."
With that he started to strip, while Chris and Jake gawked. Marco was flaccid at the moment, and boasted a five inch, hefty, uncut cock. They were surprised when he put on a robe.
"Unfortunately, the bathroom facilities at all the hostels are communal, so if we are not alone, we'll have to stand apart in the showers," he explained, and he broke out laughing again.
Jake and Chris were relatively new to man sex, and they admitted to Marco that they weren't exactly sure what to do.
"Let me be your guide," Marco said with a big smile across his face.
"I repeat," Chris said. "It's going to be a great trip."
"These bunk beds are too small for daisy chains," Marco began, "so let's take all the blankets and put them on the floor. Before we begin, let me give you some instructions in good cock sucking." Everything he said, seemed to amuse Marco, and he broke out laughing, but he managed to explain the importance of keeping the teeth out of the equation, and the importance of using one's tongue and not just one's lips. As an extra treat for the boys, he demonstrated briefly on both of them.
"We have four whole weeks together," Marco said, "so let's not rush anything. We'll stick to oral sex tonight, and we'll move on to anal sex in a night or two." With that, he made himself comfortable on the blankets covering the floor, and beckoned the others to join him.
"The first one who feels an orgasm coming on, please pull away and we'll change cocks. Try to delay cumming for as long as possible," Marco explained. "Also, I'm going to swallow, and I urge you to do likewise. Swallowing gives you and your partner the ultimate pleasure." The boys nodded, assuring Marco that they would indeed swallow.
But when you are as young as these three lads, delaying one's climax is easier said than done. They managed to switch twice before they absolutely had to cum. All three swallowed, and there was very little mess. They gathered up the blankets, and went to sleep in three different bunk beds.
The next two weeks were filled with lots of sightseeing during the day, and lots of sex (for the boys) at night. Their sex lives now included anal sex, which both boys enjoyed more than oral sex. Nevertheless they indulged in both activities.
Before crossing into Austria, the group went to the top of The Matterhorn, and had lunch at the restaurant built on the top of the mountain. Jake and Chris went into the rest room, found an empty stall, and gave each other quickie blow jobs. They wanted to be able to say that they had sex at the top of the world. They were already members of the mile high club.
Shortly after that, the group visited the church where the Von Trapps were married. The boys in this small tourist group were having a ball, and really enjoying the adventure. Unfortunately, the girls were frustrated that they couldn't get a rise out of the two handsome men travelling with them. They couldn't even get them to tour with them, so eventually they gave up.
A couple of days before they were due to arrive in Innsbruck, Austria, Marco informed the boys that he had called his fuck buddy, and he invited all three of them to spend the three days with him. "Wait until you see his place," Marco crowed. "It's a mountain villa. You'll love it."
After settling the group in their hostel in Innsbruck, Marco took an empty suitcase, and took a cab to a nearby beer hall. He told the boys to meet him there, and they showed up about a half hour later. When they came into the establishment, they saw Marco sitting at a table talking to a very handsome older man. Jake figured that he was in his mid-fifties. Marco waved them over. He introduced the man to the boys.
"Meet Werner," he said in English. "Werner is going to be our host for the next three days."
Werner looked at the two newcomers with lust. "Would you like to have a beer here?" he asked, "or would you rather go right to my villa?"
The boys were not that anxious to have sex with a man old enough to be their grandfather so they opted for a beer, but you can't delay forever. Soon enough they were piled into Werner's Audi and were climbing a mountain road. The road became steeper and steeper, and the car began to struggle. Just in time Werner turned off onto a side road, and the boys saw his home. It was no villa. It was an estate, a palace practically. Werner was obviously loaded.
"I've given my staff three days off so that we four will be alone," he announced, "so let the games begin."
He led them into his bedroom where he had a custom built bed, which was at least two feet wider than a king-sized bed. Immediately, Werner began to undress, and he was naked in a flash. Werner was uncut, and he was hard, but he wasn't more than three inches long. Jake and Chris were surprised.
Werner saw them gawking at his undersized cock, and he spoke. "You fellows don't have to do anything to me. All I want is for you to fuck me, and I'll suck your cocks."
Jake felt guilty about that and he asked, "Don't you want to fuck us and let us suck your cock? Honestly, we won't mind. I for one would really like that."
Marco spoke up. "It's okay guys. This is the way Werner prefers it, so prepare for three days of fun."
For the next three days they hardly left Werner's bedroom. They slept late and Werner made brunch, but since his cook was off, he took them into town for dinner each evening. None of the three young men had ever eaten such gourmet dinners.
Werner was true to his word. While one of the young men fucked him, one of the other men fucked the guy fucking Werner. At the same time Werner was busy sucking the third one. Men as young as they, recover quickly. They kept rotating positions, and nobody was happier than Werner.
At the end of their stay, Marco promised to call him on his next tour, and Werner drove three exhausted young men back to their hostel. The three of them slept there that night, and left early in the morning for their next destination.
Jake and Chris continued to have sex together every night, for the remainder of the trip. When Marco was not with a fuck buddy, he happily joined them. When he got home, Jake had every intention of thanking his father for the best trip he ever had.