Friendly Army

This is fiction and for adults. Don't read it if it is illegal to read it where you live. Please donate generously to Nifty to keep the stories rolling in.

Friendly Army

I

I am Bruno Bloch a Swiss guard at the Vatican. We are employed by the Catholic Church under the pope, to whom we swear fealty in a ceremony at Belvedere Court.

Like with any elite military corps, the competition is intense to become a guard. You must be an unmarried Roman Catholic male with Swiss citizenship, between 19 and 30 years of age, and at least 5 feet 8.5 inches tall. You must have a professional diploma and must complete basic training with the Swiss army.

We normally wear blue doublets and blue berets, but on ceremonial occasions, we wear the colourful medieval uniforms for which we are famous. Even though we are in traditional dress, we carry halberds and swords, we are trained in the use of modern weaponry and counterterrorism. We have continuous training and are kept up to date with pre-emptive security approaches.

Our living quarters of the Swiss Guards are at the eastern edge of the city, north of St. Peter's Square and next door to the Vatican Palace. We work on average six hours per day, but some days require up to 12 hours of service. Our chapel is that of Saints Martino and Sebastiano, and the Campo Santo Teutonico.

We are a historic army, and our history goes back to January 22, 1506, when the first contingent of 150 Swiss guardsmen, led by Kaspar von Silenen, arrived at the Vatican.

I am six foot tall, and very sociable. I have a Germanic look about me with my blue eyes and blond hair. I keep fit by playing football and running through the streets of Rome. I share accommodation with three other recruits. We each have our bed, desk and cupboard, and we share a bathroom. My roommates are German-speaking, and we are on track to learning to speak Italian fluently.

There are many rules about our conduct, for example I am not on Instagram or Facebook, and there is no photograph of me on Google Images, according to a strict Vatican rule that imposes extreme discretion on the Swiss Guard: "No selfies, no profiles on social media."

A while back unnamed man told the Swiss newspaper Schweiz am Sonntag that he received up to 25 "unambiguous requests" for sex from cardinals, bishops, priests and other Vatican officials, including one close to Pope John Paul II. He also claimed that he had been fondled by a senior official and had been invited for dinner and was plied with gifts to get him to have sex with officials, who have been part of a "gay network" at the Vatican. So, we have been told to watch our conduct.

We live closely, we share meals and spend a fair bit of recreation time together. I am friends with Andreas, a six-foot-four well-built guy who runs with me through the city. I must confess that I am attracted to him, and that I struggle to keep my eyes off his body when he is shirtless in our room.

The action of this story started when I was on duty in St Peter's Square for the Sunday Papal blessing. I was standing near one of the security barriers when an extremely good-looking guy asked me to pose for a selfie with him. I agreed and he took the photo, he slipped a note to me with his phone number and asked me to join him for a drink later. My first instinct was to discard the note, but I didn't, I was attracted to him, and I called the number during my lunch break.

"Hello, Mike here," he answered.

I asked him if he was serious about the drink. He sounded excited and told me where to meet. My heart was beating fast, and I couldn't wait to see Mike again. He had jet-black hair blue eyes, and was well-built but trim.

Mike wasn't staying far from the Vatican in a small hotel, where we met in the lobby. He apologised for being so forward and said he was delighted that I came. He ushered me into the little "English" pub where we drank a beer together. Mike was from Glasgow and had completed his studies to be a priest and was taking some time out. I told him about the rural area I came from in Switzerland, about family and farm life. We left the pub and got a table at a renowned pizzeria adjacent to the hotel, where we continued our conversation. The pizzas were perfect, and I agreed with Mike that these were probably the best pizzas in the world. At around ten we went up to Mike's room, I told him that I had a midnight curfew.

Mike pulled me to him and hugged me. He held me tight, and I responded. I loved the intimacy; it was a very long time since I had been so close to someone. He kissed me and I responded, our tongues playing with each other. We removed our shirts and stood with the warmth of our naked bodies against each other. I couldn't get enough of him as my hands explored his body and I slipped my hand into his pants.

We were soon naked, and Mike was on his knees in front of me sucking my dick. It was sensational and I loved the way his tongue glided over my glad. His hands were on my arse cheeks as squeezing now and again. I pushed him off me, as I was about to come at any moment. I went down on my knees and swallowed Mike's dick. Mike stopped me almost immediately and we went into a 69 position in the bed where we sucked each other off at the same time. I had to pull out of his mouth a few times, in order not to shoot. Eventually, I couldn't hold back anymore and shot my load in his mouth. That must have triggered Mike as I felt his dick throb as he released his load too.

We were both breathless as we lay on the bed next to each other recovering. It was 11 pm and I said that I would need to head back to the barracks. We kissed and explored each other's bodies a little more and agreed to meet again on Saturday.

I had mixed emotions as I returned to the barracks. On one hand, I had a tremendous feeling of satisfaction and on the other hand, I felt tremendous guilt. The gay Bruno is not the Bruno my parents would be happy with, but I felt so fulfilled with Mike that evening. The area the hotel was in is characterized by narrow, winding cobblestone streets and alleys. Normally, these streets would be bustling with tourists and vendors during the day but were now silent.

The guys in our room were fast asleep and I quietly changed into my sleep shorts and climbed into bed. I lay awake thinking of Mike and what we would do on my off day. I read his last message on my phone:

"Super evening with you Bruno. Look forward to Saturday."

We had been told about the gay mafia in the Vatican and one of my friends in the Guard had even been propositioned by a cardinal. I certainly didn't want to be outed in this hyper-masculine world I was part of. I knew that I didn't want the nature of my sexual orientation widely known. I think it was the same for Mike, he certainly didn't want his religious order to know his orientation.

I struggled to wake up the next morning as I wasn't used to staying up so late anymore. I was the last to shower and had to rush to be at breakfast on time. The sisters running the dining room cared deeply and certainly tried to satisfy our culinary needs. I was posted to do duty at the Pope's apartment block. I was pleased to be wearing the blue doublets and blue beret, as I didn't like the famous medieval uniform. It was a busy morning with a lot of visitors coming in and out. I looked at each human interaction carefully, always assessing the risk, and making sure that the Pope was safe.

I was pleased to have the afternoon off and returned to our room in the barracks to have an uncharacteristic afternoon snooze. I dreamed about my time at home growing up in my village. Kasi was my best friend, we were in the same grade, the same Church, and the same soccer team. His parents were at school with my parents, and we even went on holiday together on occasion. In other words, our families were very close.

Kasi was slightly taller than me. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He was much stronger than me, but I was cleverer than him. He always got the better of me in our play wrestling matches, but I was always the brain achieving top marks in school - we were a good team. Over the years I watched his body develop and observed his every muscle and knew that I was attracted to him. But I also knew that these feelings were not right, particularly not from our Catholic family's religious point of view.

Kasi understood people and knew what motivated them. He was astute and knew how to use his power. He was the youngest of three brothers, who taught him things that small children normally didn't know. Over time I realised that he understood the deep desire I had for him, and he knew that I would do anything for him, and sometimes he would use this power. I did his homework, I shared answers in tests, and I promoted him to be class captain and a sports leader. I even persuaded girls to go out with him.

As we got older Kasi knew that I had a crush on him, he saw the way I looked at him and used this power. I was in my last year of primary school when I slept over at his house like I had many times before. We played a game, and it was just before ten when we said goodnight and went up to Kasi's untidy room in the attic. We stripped down to our undies and climbed into his bed. I was thrilled to be so close to him and to have his skin against mine. My dick was hard, and we continued talking in the dark. Then, out of the blue, he asked me whether I masturbated. I had heard the word before, but I didn't know what it was, and I said no.

"Masturbation is when you move your hand up and down your dick and you get a good feeling. It makes you feel good. Let me show you what my brothers taught me."

I was excited and said "Please" and pulled my undies down. I reached across and touched Kasi's dick which was also hard. Kasi leaned over me and took my dick in his hand and started to wank me. It felt very good having another person touching my dick. I was so worked up that I trembled, and Kasi had to calm me down. After a short while, I began to breathe faster, and I felt an intense feeling in and around my dick. It was something that I had never felt before and a few blobs of cum squirted out of my dick.

Kasi let my dick go and took hold of his dick and wanked it vigorously. My eyes were fixed on his dick. His body jerked a few times, and he spurted out a few blobs of cum. He gasped and he was breathing more heavily. Afterward, Kasi explained what we did was called masturbation (Selbstbefriedigung). I felt guilty and ashamed that I had done this, but Kasi said that that feeling was normal.

I was woken up by Andreas who said that our dinner was ready. I went into the bathroom, washed my face and shifted my erection. I tidied my hair and went to join my compatriots in the dining hall.

II

I am Bruno a Swiss guard at the Vatican we are employed by the Catholic Church under the pope. This is the first of a two-year contract and I enjoy being in Rome and learning so many new things. I have also enjoyed meeting so many new people, especially because I come from a small village where nothing ever changes or happens.

I have had a busy Friday checking vehicles entering the Vatican grounds. We worked with two Italian policemen, which made it easier. I had worked with Mario and Luigi before, and they helped me with my Italian. They had invited me to go out with them sometime and I looked forward to that. But I couldn't wait for my day off when I would see Mike, the Scottish priest, again. We arranged to meet at the Trevi Fountain, a real tourist hotspot.

I went back to the barracks as soon as my shift ended. I couldn't get Mike out of my head. I sat on the toilet with my legs stretched out, and I clenched my arse muscles and slowly wanked my hard dick. I closed my eyes and imagined sucking Mike's nipples while I played with mine. It wasn't long before I came and wiped the cum off my stomach with toilet paper.

The Trevi Fountain is a magnificent and iconic work of art and captures the essence of Baroque architecture and sculpture. The sound of cascading water grows louder as you approach the fountain, drawing you closer to its grandeur. The fountain is adorned with intricate sculptures depicting various mythological figures and sea creatures, all intricately carved in white marble against the backdrop of the fountain's blue waters. The centerpiece of the fountain is a majestic statue of Oceanus, the god of the sea, who stands in a shell-shaped chariot, pulled by two seahorses. The accompanying sculptures represent abundance, fertility, and the tranquillity of the sea, creating a sense of harmony and balance in the overall composition.

Ancient buildings surround the fountain with charming balconies decorated with hanging flowerpots, adding charm to the scene. The cobblestone streets leading to the fountain are lined with quaint cafes and gelaterias. A tasty blend of aromas and flavours mingle in the air and the noise of tourists.

I once saw the Trevi Fountain at sunset when it was bathed in a golden glow, casting shimmering reflections on the water and creating a magical ambiance. It was a sight I would never forget. While I waited for Mike, I watched visitors from all over the world gather around the fountain, tossing coins over their shoulders into the water. A tradition believed to bring luck and ensure a return to the Eternal City.

I spotted Mike and waved. He walked to me, hugged me and we found a place to sit next to the fountain. He was even more beautiful than I remembered. His eyes were a perfect blue, and he had an incredible smile. I touched his hand lightly and an electric thrill went through my body. I wanted to embrace him, to grab his dick, and to kiss him, but I knew I needed to wait.

Later we found our way to the Colosseum. The area surrounding the Colosseum in Rome is a vibrant mix of ancient history and modern life blending. As we approached this ancient iconic structure, we were immediately struck by its imposing presence, towering above the surrounding ruins and busy streets.

The atmosphere was crazy, with a constant buzz of activity as tourists and locals meandered through the cobblestone streets, soaking in the history of the area. Street vendors were selling souvenirs, and artists were capturing the beauty of the Colosseum on canvas, near the lawns performers entertained and drew tourists with their music and dance hoping to make a Euro or two.

The sound of laughter and chatter filled the air, creating a lively and dynamic feel that added to the excitement. We spent most of the afternoon exploring the Colosseum and the buildings surrounding it. We each grabbed a slice of pizza from a vendor and sat eating on the grass. After lunch, we took off our shirts and lay in the sun. Despite the crowds and hustle and bustle of the area, there was a sense of tranquillity and peace that permeated the atmosphere. It's a place where the past and present coexist, where every corner tells a story and every stone holds a memory, creating a truly unforgettable experience.

I admired Mike's well-developed body and his muscular arms. We borrowed some sunscreen from the couple next to us and I massaged the cream onto his body. I got hard when he applied the sunscreen to me, and I made sure that I stayed on my stomach. Mike was sharing his early sexual experiences as a young boy:

"I remember experiencing erections before I was ten and being aroused by boys' bodies. But I didn't understand what was going on, I had a lot of girlfriends but no one girlfriend. When I was ten my cousin who was three years older than me was sitting next to me on my bed. We both had our pants off and had "stauners" or erections. He had developed some pubic hair already, but I was hairless. Angus was a head taller than me; he had a muscular body and was well-toned.

My arms and legs were thinner and as smooth as young girls, the opposite of Angus who had started puberty maturation. Short brown stubbles of hair were now visible on his calves. His arm hairs were beginning to change colour and his armpits were already filled with hair. The difference in our bodies was noticeable, but this would change in time.

Angus asked me if I knew how to chug, and I didn't know what he was talking about. So, he took hold of my tadger (dick)and slowly started to jerk me off. I took hold of his uncut tadger and did the same to him. I felt very good. As I continued to jerk him off his body started to shudder, and he said he was coming. A couple of blobs of what he called cum shot onto his stomach. He reached down scooped it up and ate it. Next thing my body was shuddering, and I had an incredibly intense feeling in my tadger. I didn't produce any sperm but experienced my first orgasm.

Angus explained that that was called "chugging" and that he did it all the time to get the feeling. It was the start of an incredible journey for me.

We changed into our swimming costumes and went swimming in the nearby loch. I still could not get over the feeling I had earlier and wanted to do it again. After spending the afternoon at the loch, we went back to my room to change. We dried off and left the towels on the floor, and Angus was sitting naked on my bed. He asked me to stand in front of him, which I did. He grabbed hold of my arse and brought me close to him where he took my erect little dick into his mouth. He moved his mouth up and down and kept sucking while squeezing each arse cheek. He had taken my entire dick into his mouth, and I got that intense feeling again. My tadger became sensitive, and I had to take it out of Angus's mouth. I then sat on the bed and sucked Angus who was now standing in front of me. I enjoyed getting my tongue under his sweet-smelling foreskin and sucking him until he came into my mouth.

I had learned how to masturbate and how to give blow jobs in one day. Angus aroused desires in me that I would always need to satisfy. Despite my Catholic guilt."

Mike told me that he wasn't sure that he wanted to be a priest. He had got funding to study at Oxford through the Church and later seminary. He now questioned priesthood and didn't think he could do it every day. He liked people and helping them with their problems and existential crises. But he didn't care too much for the rest of the work and felt that he should have just become a social worker. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and told him that he would make a great priest.

As the sun lost its strength, its light casts a warm glow on the ancient stones of the Colosseum, enhancing its beauty and creating a more mystical scene. The surrounding ruins, like the Roman Forum and Palatine Hill, added to the sense of history and grandeur and transported you back in time to the Roman Empire.

Mike's hotel room was quite small, and the double bed almost filled the entire room. We stripped and took a shower together. We washed each other and our soapy hands explored each other's bodies, but there was little room to do anything else. We had to share the only towel to dry ourselves and made our way to the bed. We were still hard as we wrestled on the bed.

Things got a little more serious. I could feel his dick rubbing my hole, and Mike spreading my ass cheek for that big Scottish dick to slip in. I was grunting, feeling that raw dick sliding in, and my dick leaking. I could feel Mike's dick being pushed into my hole. Mike slowly moved and my dick bounced up and down. It was very sore, and it reminded me of the one time my friend tried to fuck me when I was small. I felt Mike ejaculate in my arse, and I shot on my stomach. It was only the second time I had been fucked and I hoped it would feel better the next time.

We lay on the bed together. Mike stroked my face and played with my hair. After half an hour or so Mike asked me fuck him. We were kissing and Mike was on his back.

His hole was tense, super tight, as he gripped my dick inside him firmly. I leaned forward, worried that I was doing it wrong, and nuzzled and kissed Mike's ears and neck, feeling his muscles relax against my intrusion. He was taking my long dick into his arse, welcoming it in now. Knowing what it wanted and letting me – Bruno -super hard in. Myever dick was where it needed to be, we were one at that moment, having found a rhythm. We were making love. I rested my forehead against Mike's as he went right in till my pubes tickled Mike's arse. We kissed, feeling the pleasure of the moment.

"I'm...wow... that feels fantastic, I'm doing it!" I said.

Mike bit his pillow as he thrashed under the intensity of each thumping thrust, and we were both sweating by now. It was more than just mechanics, we were sharing something... muscles tightening more and more, as they both moaned upon each thrust.

"I'm coming. I whispered as I emptied my load in Mike. He kissed me as I felt him shooting onto my stomach.

"Thanks" Mike whispered. "That was incredible."

We pulled the blankets over us and spooned as we fell asleep in each other's arms.

I woke up early, as I had to return to the barracks by eight. I lay on my elbow watching Mike sleep. He looked very peaceful. We had only been together twice and there was some kind of magic bond. I reached towards him and took his ear into my mouth. I gently ran my tongue across his ear. He woke up and in a strong Scottish accent said:

"Hello, Bruno."

He jumped up and rushed off to empty his bladder. We wrestled and kissed, our dicks touching now and then. I had no time and had to take a quick shower and head back to the Vatican. I took an Uber and marveled as I thought about my day with Mike. My life's trajectory was changing, I could be who I was. Or I could continue to be Bruno the Swiss Guard or even someone else. I had to lot to reflect on, and I would use the morning prayer time in chapel to do just that.

III

I never got to see Mike before he returned to Scotland. I had a very tight schedule with no free time and really regretted missing him. I got several WhatsApp messages from him and knew that we would remain in touch. Mike told me that he wasn't going to take his final vows and was looking at other options.

We used our free time to explore the many charming pubs in Rome. Andreas and I wanted to savour each pub's atmosphere and offerings. We went to "The Drunken Sailor" which is a cozy pub located near the Tiber River, which is known for its nautical decor and delicious seafood snacks. We visited "La Dolce Vita Lounge" - a trendy pub in the Trastevere neighbourhood, famous for its craft cocktails and live music events, where we were lucky to catch a fantastic young woman singing cover versions.

A week later we visited the "The Gladiator's Rest" - a themed pub near the Colosseum, which was decorated with Roman-inspired artifacts and which served hearty Roman meals and local wines. "Ciao Bella Bistro & Bar" is a popular hangout spot in the Piazza Navona area which offers a wide selection of Italian beers and aperitivos and we tried it out.

On the third weekend, we visited "The Vatican Vaults", a hidden gem near Vatican City, known for its underground ambiance and selection of rare spirits. I liked Andreas, but I wasn't sure if he was gay. I spent much of my time with him admiring his features. I found him very attractive, but I was afraid to make a move and I decided to just take it easy and wait for the right moment.

Mike texted me a least once a week, and he invited me to visit him in Glasgow and said he would send me a return air ticket. His family was well off and had left him a substantial amount of money, he also had access to the family holiday home near Fort William. I agreed to visit him during my annual vacation and would fly directly from Rome. I couldn't wait for my break to come soon enough. I told Andreas that I was off to Glasgow in my break but said nothing about Mike.

The day before my flight to Glasgow we had dinner in the dining hall, we played some table tennis, and then headed back to our room. That's when Andreas gave me a light slap on my one-arse cheek. I didn't know what to make of it, but I felt that it may be some kind of message. I ignored the slap and grabbed my towel and went for a shower where I took care of my hard dick. I was confused, was Andreas making a move? I would have to wait until I returned from Scotland to find out.

I packed the civilian clothes I had with me, including a jumper for the miserable Scottish weather, and made sure that I also packed my Speedo. I made sure I packed the gift I got for Mike. I would certainly be travelling light, as I was sure that I could borrow some of Mike's clothes if I needed to. There was nothing more I liked than wearing the clothes of the people I was close to. I am a little embarrassed to admit that I often wore my older sister's panties when I was in high school. I loved the feel of the lacey material on my dick.

The flight to Glasgow was very bumpy and the seat belt signs weren't turned off. I was recognised as a Swiss Guard by one of the flight attendants. He had blond hair, and green eyes and was in his early twenties. He chatted for a while and returned to talk some more when he had finished the food service. We swapped numbers and we agreed to get together when he was in Rome again.

Mike was smiling from ear to ear when I saw him at the airport. We embraced and he gave me a deep kiss.

"Welcome to Scotland. I hope you're going to love your stay here Bruno. It is so good to see you again...Look at you, you're more beautiful than I thought you were."

I blushed and held him for a moment. We packed my bag in the car and Mike, sitting on the right-hand side drove us out of the city travelling North. I had my hand on his thigh, and he asked me to move it as it was too sensual, and that he needed to focus on the road. I felt a bit like Bruno the tempter.

We stopped at a filling station where we both emptied our bladders. Mike pulled me into a stall and sat on the toilet seat with me standing in front of him. He pulled my pants down and took my dick into his mouth. He swallowed my long dick and he played with my glans with his tongue, his hands were firmly on my arse cheeks, and he made me feel so good. It wasn't long before I shot into his mouth and he swallowed my cum.

"It tastes so good," he whispered.

He stood up and kissed me. I held his erect dick and he simply said: "Later."

The road was very scenic and became more mountainous the further we went. We stopped and took some photos. We took a beautiful pic with mountains behind us, and I decided I would send it to my parents that evening.

Mike had booked us into a hotel for the night. The view is mesmerising. From the window, you could see the tranquil waters of Loch Linnhe glistening in the sunlight, with majestic mountains looming in the background. The water was so clear that you could see small ripples forming as gentle waves lapped against the shore.

Across the loch, the silhouette of Ben Nevis, the highest mountain in the British Isles, stood majestically against the sky, its peak shrouded in mist. It was a view that was both peaceful and awe-inspiring, giving us a sense of the rugged beauty that defines the Scottish Highlands.

The king-size bed was super and we both jumped onto it as soon as we got into the room. We had been in the car most of the day and this was my chance to get Mikes dick. He didn't resist when pulled his pants off and took his dick into my mouth. His foreskin partially covered his glans and he pushed it back and worked my tongue over his dick head. Mike was oozing precum and I was enjoying every drop. Mike moaned as I sucked him and delivered his Scottish cum in my mouth.

"Thanks, Bruno, I have been dreaming of this moment since I left Rome."

We put on our hiking shoes and walked along the road. The road runs along the sea in Fort William, Scotland offers breathtaking views of the vast expanses of the ocean on one side and rugged, picturesque shores on the other. As we walked along the winding road, a cold sea breeze blew through our hair. The cliffs rose steeply on one side, while on the other, the sea stretched out endlessly, sparkling under the sunlight.

With each turn, we were treated to a new vista of natural beauty, with waves crashing against the shore and seabirds overhead. But the walk wasn't pleasant, and I told Mike that this didn't feel at all like summer, and we returned to the warmth of our room and decided to take a shower together to warm up.

Mike's body was pale, and muscular. His dick, or todger as the Scottish called it, was upright framed by his dark black pubic hair. His blue eyes were friendly as we stepped into the shower together closing the glass door behind us. The shower filled with steam as we washed each other with the luxury shower soap. We kissed and wanked each other at the same time. Mike's dick was shorter and fatter than mine. We were so worked up that we were both offloading our cum onto each other in no time.

The hotel restaurant served a set menu and we enjoyed a fillet with vegetables as the main course. Mike spoke philosophy and theology for a while, and then about growing up in Glasgow. We shared a bottle of French wine and had fun watching the other guests from a tour bus who were also in the dining room.

After dinner, we joined the tour group in the banquet hall where an instructor was teaching traditional dance. Two young guys were on fiddles providing the music and was a lot of fun and games. Mike confessed that he hadn't done much of this dancing before but that he was enjoying it too.

We ended up in the pub afterwards drinking whisky. Hamish and Alistair, the fiddle players, joined us. They had just finished school and wanted to know more about us. Mike told them that he was from Glasgow and had studied at Oxford. I told them about my job at the Vatican and they were impressed. Hamish and Alistair were both gingers and were in a relationship of sorts. They wanted to hear me talk more because they loved my German accent. I struggled to understand them because of their heavy accents, and Mike acted as an interpreter at times.

Mike invited the guys up to our room to share the spoils of our bar fridge, but Hamish and Alistair, who reminded me a bit of the Weasleys in the Harry Potter books had to go home but arranged to meet us the next day. I don't know what came over me. I was so horny and wanted to get into their pants, maybe it was the alcohol, or perhaps I just felt less inhibited in this new world. For a moment I felt like Bruno the sexual conquistador.

Mike's dick was straight up and bouncing about when he took his clothes off in our room and asked me to fuck him. His tight-arse cheeks were perfect and inviting. I took off my clothes and my dick was hard and eager. Mike lay face down on the bed, he lifted his arse slightly as I used the lube to massage him and to slick up my dick. I went down carefully, my heart was beating in my ears, and I pushed my dick into his inviting hole. My dick went in easily as I slowly began my in-and-out movements. Mike was enjoying it and groaned with pleasure. At one point I stopped and lay on Mike holding him tight. Mike turned his head and we kissed for a short while. I picked up my pace, and in no time, I was whispering to Mike: "Coming, coming".

Mike rolled over. His dick was still hard, and I went down on my knees next to him and sucked him. I loved the taste of his precum, and I felt his dick jerk slightly before he delivered his load in my mouth.

I felt satisfied, like my first time in Rome, but this time I didn't feel a flicker of guilt. I was Bruno the brave as I lay next to Mike playing with his todger. We snuggled together and fell asleep in our king-size bed.

That night I dreamed about a story I had read on Nifty set in South Africa about two youngsters...We were about eleven when we had our first sexual encounter. Marius was sleeping over, and we were in bed, and he asked about my penis and whether I got erections. I was aroused and my little dick was hard. He told me about masturbation, and how his cousin had shown him how to do it. I asked him to show me, and he jumped into bed with me. His dick was hard, and he lay next to me. Both of us only had pyjama tops on. He gently grabbed my dick and began to wank me. It was incredible having another person touching me. I leaned over and did the same to him. It was good to be so close to him. I kissed him on the cheek, and he turned and kissed me on the lips.

"This feels wonderful, "I said in Afrikaans.

And he said, "Wait, the best is still to come".

He wanked me a little faster and I felt a warm sensation in my body and my body jerked. I had a feeling that I had never had before. Marius' dick stiffened and a little fluid came out of his penis. He said this was sperm and that this is the stuff that makes babies. He then leaned over and kissed me deeply.

"Can we do this again?" he asked.

"Definitely", I replied.

I woke up the next morning with stickiness in my sleep shorts. I leaned across and kissed Mike. He then moved me onto my back and lifted my legs. He took the lube and lubed my hole, he stuck two fingers in and massaged. He smeared the lube on his todger, and then he moved closer to penetrate me. It was painful at first, but it became easier once his entire dick was in. I enjoyed feeling him in me and squirmed every time his dick hit my prostate. He leaned over and kissed me at the same time. It wasn't long until I felt him shoot inside of me. The thought of him ejaculating in me got me shooting my load on his stomach, and I licked it off.

I desperately needed to empty my bladder, and hopped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Mike followed me stood next to me and peed a well. I took my sleep shorts off and stood under the hot shower jet and washed Mike's cum out of my arse. Mike joined me and squeezed shower gel onto my back and washed me. I knew that I would never get enough of someone washing my body. I squirted some gel onto my hand and washed Mike's dick and balls. I washed his arse and made sure that I got a finger in and massaged. Mike's dick was parallel to his stomach, and I slowly wanked him while the water washed over us. I felt like Bruno was the satisfier as Mike shot his cum onto the shower floor. I pushed Mike against the wall. He faced the wall with his hands above his head against the tiles. He clenched his thighs together and squeezed my dick between his legs and thrust in and out and shot my cum on his legs. I cried with satisfaction and held Mike from the back.

We dried ourselves, got dressed, and headed down to the breakfast buffet where we continued observing the tourists from the bus. Hamish and Alistair surprised us and joined us for breakfast. My heart beat faster as soon as I saw them, and my dick twitched. I couldn't believe that I would spend the rest of the day with them, and I suddenly felt like Bruno the fortunate.

Mike discussed which beach we should go to with them. The conversation was animated and fortunately, I was more tuned into their accents. It was a beautiful day. There was no wind and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

IV

This is the same story from Chapters 1 and 2 told from Mike Campbell's perspective.

I am Mike Campbell. I completed my master's in theology at Oxford and then went on to complete my seminary training. I wanted to be independent from my family and I was funded by the Church. However, I had a crisis of faith towards the end of my studies, and I took a leave of absence "to find myself." I had just spent two weeks in Assisi and ended up in Rome for a week. I funded the trip from a trust my grandparents had left me.

I attended an audience with the pope in St Peter's Square. It was during this audience that I spotted this incredibly good-looking Swiss guardsman. I don't know what came over me, but I wrote my number on a note, gave it to him, and asked if we would get together.

I was surprised when Bruno called that afternoon. He wanted to know if I was serious about the drink. He sounded excited and I told him where to meet. My heart was beating fast, and I couldn't wait to see my Swiss guardsman again. He had blond hair and blue eyes, and he must have been around six feet tall and looked super in his historic uniform.

I wasn't staying far from the Vatican in a small hotel, where we met in the lobby. I apologised for being so forward and told him that I was delighted that he had come. I ushered Bruno into the little "English" pub where we drank a beer together. I told him I was from Glasgow, had completed my studies to be a priest, and was taking some time out. Bruno told me about the rural area he came from in Switzerland, about his family and farm life. We left the pub and got a table at a renowned pizzeria adjacent to the hotel, where we continued our conversation. The pizzas were perfect, and Bruno agreed with me that these were the best pizzas in the world.

I was keen to get into Bruno's pants. I had a boner, and at around ten we went up to my room. I couldn't believe that I would be so close to him. I was disappointed that that he had a midnight curfew, but what the heck, I pulled him towards me in the room and hugged him. I held him tight, and he responded. I loved the intimacy; it had been a long time since I had been with someone. I kissed Bruno and he kissed me back, our tongues playing with each other. We took off our shirts and stood with the warmth of our naked bodies against each other. He couldn't get enough of me as his hands explored my body and he slipped his hand into my pants.

We were soon naked, and I fell to my knees in front of this Swiss god and sucked his dick. It was sensational and I glided my tongue over his glans. I gripped his firm arse cheeks and squeezed now and again. He pushed me off, as he was about to come at any moment.

Bruno went down onto his knees and swallowed my dick. I was so horny that I stopped him almost immediately and we went into a 69 position on the bed where we sucked each other off at the same time. He had to pull out of my mouth a few times, in order not to shoot. Eventually, he couldn't hold back anymore and shot his load in my mouth. That triggered me as my dick stiffened and I released my load too.

We were both breathless as we lay on the bed next to each other recovering. At 11 pm my new Swiss friend said that he needed to head back to the barracks. We kissed and explored each other's bodies a little more and agreed to meet again on Saturday.

I was sorry to say goodbye to Bruno. I loved exploring his body and wanted more. I grappled with my Catholic guilt, but something felt right. I connected so intimately with a beautiful man, and I knew that celibacy wasn't for me. I knew I wouldn't fall asleep easily and I put on my tracksuit and went for a walk. The area the hotel was in was characterized by narrow, winding cobblestone streets and alleys. Normally, these streets would be bustling with tourists and vendors during the day but were now silent.

I returned to my room changed into my sleep shorts and climbed into bed. I lay awake thinking of Bruno and what we would do on his day off. I sent him a message:

"Super evening with you Bruno. Look forward to Saturday."

The next day, armed with a map, I set out to visit the papal basilicas in Rome, also known as the patriarchal basilicas. There are four ancient basilicas and one newer basilica assigned to and attended by the Pope. Each of the basilicas has its own unique history, architectural style, and significance in the church's history.

St Peter's Basilica is in Vatican City and is the most famous of the papal basilicas and is considered one of the holiest Catholic sites. The Basilica of St John Lateran is the oldest and ranks first among the four Major Basilicas of Rome. It is the cathedral of the Bishop of Rome, the Pope.

The Basilica of St Paul Outside the Walls is located outside the walls of Rome and is believed to be the burial place of Saint Paul. The Basilica of St Mary Major is one of the oldest churches in Rome dedicated to the Virgin Mary. The Basilica of St Sebastian Outside the Walls is dedicated to the Christian martyr Saint Sebastian and is located on the Appian Way. The basilicas were impressive, and moving, a testament to faith – a faith I was finding difficult to commit to.

Bruno and I arranged to meet at the Trevi Fountain on Saturday. The fountain is a magnificent and iconic work of art and captures the essence of Baroque architecture and sculpture. The sound of cascading water grows louder as you approach the fountain, drawing you closer to its grandeur. The fountain is adorned with intricate sculptures depicting various mythological figures and sea creatures, all intricately carved in white marble against the backdrop of the fountain's blue waters. The centerpiece of the fountain is a majestic statue of Oceanus, the god of the sea, who stands in a shell-shaped chariot, pulled by two seahorses. The accompanying sculptures represent abundance, fertility, and the tranquillity of the sea, creating a sense of harmony and balance in the overall composition.

Ancient buildings surround the fountain with charming balconies decorated with hanging flowerpots, adding charm to the scene. The cobblestone streets leading to the fountain are lined with quaint cafes and gelaterias. A tasty blend of aromas and flavours mingle in the air and the noise of tourists. Bruno had once seen the Trevi Fountain at sunset when it was bathed in a golden glow, casting shimmering reflections on the water and creating a magical ambiance. It was a sight I would never forget.

I watched visitors from all over the world gather around the fountain, tossing coins over their shoulders into the water. A tradition believed to bring luck and ensure a return to the Eternal City.

Bruno spotted me and waved. I walked to him, hugged him and we found a place to sit next to the fountain. I loved his blond hair and trim muscular body. He touched my hand lightly and an electric thrill went through my body. I wanted to embrace him, to kiss him, and make love to him.

Later we found our way to the Colosseum. The area surrounding the Colosseum in Rome is a vibrant mix of ancient history and modern life blending. As we approached this ancient iconic structure, we were immediately struck by its imposing presence, towering above the surrounding ruins and busy streets.

The atmosphere was celebratory, with a constant buzz of activity as tourists and locals meandered through the cobblestone streets, soaking in the history of the area. Street vendors were selling souvenirs, and artists were capturing the beauty of the Colosseum on canvas, near the lawns performers entertained and attracted tourists with their music and dance hoping to make a Euro or two.

The sound of laughter and chatter filled the air, creating a lively and dynamic feel that added to the excitement. We spent most of the afternoon exploring the Colosseum and the buildings surrounding it. We grabbed a slice of pizza from a vendor and sat eating on the grass.

After lunch, we took off our shirts and lay in the sun. Despite the crowds and hustle and bustle of the area, there was a sense of tranquillity and peace that permeated the atmosphere. It was a place where the past and present coexist, where every corner tells a story and every stone holds a memory, creating a truly unforgettable experience.

I admired Bruno's body and his muscular arms. His legs were well developed and had more colour than mine. We borrowed some sunscreen from the couple next to us and Bruno massaged the cream onto my body. He got hard when I applied the sunscreen and he said he needed to stay on his stomach. I shared an early sexual experience as a young boy with Bruno:

"I remember experiencing erections before I was ten and being aroused by boys' bodies. But I didn't understand what was going on, I had a lot of girlfriends but no one girlfriend. When I was ten my cousin who was three years older than me was sitting next to me on my bed. We both had our pants off and had "stauners" or erections. He had developed some pubic hair already, but I was hairless. Angus was a head taller than me; he had a muscular body and was well-toned.

My arms and legs were thinner and as smooth as young girls, the opposite of Angus who had started puberty maturation. Short brown stubbles of hair were now visible on his calves. His arm hairs were beginning to change colour and his armpits were already filled with hair. The difference in our bodies was noticeable, but this would change in time.

Angus asked me if I knew how to chug, and I didn't know what he was talking about. So, he took hold of my tadger (dick)and slowly started to jerk me off. I took hold of his uncut tadger and did the same to him. I felt very good. As I continued to jerk him off his body started to shudder, and he said he was coming. A couple of blobs of what he called cum shot onto his stomach. He reached down scooped it up and ate it. Next thing my body was shuddering, and I had an incredibly intense feeling in my tadger. I didn't produce any sperm but experienced my first orgasm. Angus explained that that was called "chugging" and that he did it all the time to get the feeling. It was the start of an incredible journey for me.

We changed into our swimming costumes and went swimming in the nearby loch. I still could not get over the feeling I had earlier and wanted to do it again. After spending the afternoon at the loch, we went back to my room to change. We dried off and left the towels on the floor, and Angus was sitting naked on my bed. He asked me to stand in front of him, which I did. He grabbed hold of my arse and brought me close to him where he took my erect little dick into his mouth. He moved his mouth up and down and kept sucking while squeezing each arse cheek. He had taken my entire dick into his mouth, and I got that intense feeling again. My tadger became sensitive, and I had to take it out of Angus's mouth. I then sat on the bed and sucked Angus who was now standing in front of me. I enjoyed getting my tongue under his sweet-smelling foreskin and sucking him until he came into my mouth.

I had learned how to masturbate and how to give blow jobs in one day. Angus aroused desires in me that I would always need to satisfy. Despite my Catholic guilt."

I told Bruno that he wasn't sure that I wanted to be a priest. I had got funding to study at Oxford through the Church and later seminary. But I now questioned priesthood and didn't think I could do it every day. I really liked people and helping them with their problems and existential crises. But I didn't care too much for the rest of the work and felt that I should have just become a social worker.

Bruno leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and told me that I would make a great priest. As the sun lost its strength, its light cast a warm glow on the ancient stones of the Colosseum, enhancing its beauty and creating a more mystical scene. The surrounding ruins, like the Roman Forum and Palatine Hill, added to the sense of history and grandeur and transported you back in time to the Roman Empire.

My hotel room was quite small, and the double bed almost filled the entire room. We stripped and took a shower together. We washed each other and our soapy hands explored each other's bodies, but there was little room to do anything else. We had to share the only towel to dry ourselves and made our way to the bed. We were still hard as we wrestled on the bed.

We got a little more serious. I rubbed my dick against his hole, and I spread his ass cheeks for my thick Scottish dick. He grunted as my raw dick slid in. I slowly moved and his dick bounced up and down. He said it was very sore, and I tried to be more gentle. As I ejaculated in his arse, he shot his cum on my stomach. It was only the second time Bruno had been fucked and he said that he hoped it would feel better the next time.

We lay on the bed together. I stroked Bruno's beautiful face and played with his hair. After half an hour or so I asked Bruno to fuck me. We were kissing and I was on my back.

My hole was tense, super tight, as I gripped Bruno's dick inside me firmly. Bruno leaned forward, worried that he was doing it wrong, and nuzzled and kissed my ears and neck, my muscles relaxed against his intrusion. I was taking Bruno's long dick into my arse, welcoming it in now. Knowing what it wanted and letting him – Bruno -super hard in. His dick was where it needed to be, we were one at that moment, having found a rhythm. We were making love. He rested his forehead against mine as he went right in till his pubes tickled my arse. We kissed, feeling the pleasure of the moment.

"I'm...wow... that feels fantastic, I'm doing it!" I said.

I bit my pillow as I thrashed under the intensity of each thumping thrust, and we were both sweating by now. It was more than just mechanics, we were sharing something... muscles tightening more and more, as we both moaned upon each thrust.

"I'm coming," Bruno whispered as he emptied his load in me. I kissed him as I felt him shooting onto my stomach.

"Thanks" I whispered. "That was incredible."

We pulled the blankets over us and spooned as we fell asleep in each other's arms.

Bruno woke up early, as he had to return to the barracks by eight. We had only been together twice and there was some kind of magic bond. He reached towards me and took my ear into his mouth. He gently ran his tongue across my ear. I was fully awake and said:

"Hello, Bruno."

I jumped up and rushed off to empty my bladder. I returned to bed where we wrestled and kissed, our dicks touching now and then. Bruno was running out of time and had to take a quick shower and head back to the Vatican in an Uber.

My life's plan was changing, I could be who I was. Or I could continue to be Father Mike or even someone else. I had to lot to reflect on, and I would use some time in the day to reflect more.

V

We dried ourselves, got dressed, and headed down to the breakfast buffet where we continued observing the tourists from the tour bus. Hamish and Alistair surprised us and joined us for breakfast. My heart beat faster as soon as I saw them, and my dick twitched. I was Bruno the lustful. I couldn't believe that I would spend the rest of the day with them, and I suddenly felt like Bruno the fortunate. Mike discussed which beach we should go to with them. The conversation was animated and fortunately, I was more tuned into their accents by then. It was a beautiful day. There was no wind and there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

We settled for Loch Linnhe Beach as it was the closest. The Weasley boys reckoned that it was beautiful and serene. The beach was known for its picturesque views of the surrounding mountains and the calm waters of Loch Linnhe. They said we would enjoy walking along the sandy shore, and if we stayed all day we could be treated to a stunning sunset, and maybe even see some local wildlife. They thought that it was the perfect place to connect with nature.

Mike collected four swimming towels from the reception as Hamish and Alistair hadn't brought towels. Hamish was already wearing his Speedo under his shorts and Alistair needed to borrow a costume from Mike. We went upstairs to our room to change. I was behind the Scottish lads as they climbed the stairs and got to see their firm arses. The guys were around my height. I was Bruno the aroused when we closed the door. But wasn't the only one. Alistair was sporting a hard-on when he changed into Mike's spare costume and Mike's dick bounced out when he took off his shorts. I pulled down my shorts to show off my erection as Hamish took his Speedo off to join us. We were four guys standing around laughing and playing with our dicks.

Mike suggested that we circle jerk to deal with this charged situation. I was next to Hamish and took his dick and Mike took Alastair's dick and they took ours and we wanked each other. These ginger guys were stunning, and I couldn't get enough of their ginger pubes. I wanted to taste Hamish and went down in front of him on my knees and took his dick into my mouth and savoured his precum. I noticed that Mike was doing the same to Alistair. It wasn't long before Hamish and Alistair were unloading in our mouths. My dick was so hard, it only took a few strokes to get me off.

We used a towel to clean up and get ready for the beach, and Hamish and Alistair helped themselves to some of the drinks in our bar fridge. I packed some crisps and some water into my backpack, and Mike also packed some bottles of water.

It was perfect beach weather and the wind had still not come up. It was quiet. All you could hear was the water gently lapping and the occasional seagull squawking. We laid our towels down on the sand and put up the hotel beach umbrella. We took turns applying sunscreen and I lay on my back soaking up the sun.

Hamish and Alistair told us how they met in High School, and that their school was located in one of the most beautiful places in the United Kingdom, and achieved excellent results. They first really got to know each other on a trip to Paris when they had to share a room. Hamish told the story:

"When we had first met, we immediately clicked in that inscrutable way best friends seem to click, and after Paris, we became tighter than tight.

I had a crush on Alistair, so I was so excited to share with him. In my first year, I realised his charisma and his body and looks were soaking deeper into my mind than I thought. I would never say anything out loud, but I was totally in love with Alistair.

I was thrilled to be sharing with him now, but I didn't know if he was gay. We had spent the morning at Eiffel Tower and the afternoon in the Louvre. The cheap hotel was located close to the Louvre and the rooms were tiny. We had to share a double bed which almost filled the entire room. We took turns in the small shower, and we joined each other in bed wearing our T-shirts and undies.

I switched off the lights and we spoke about the day and especially about race around the Louvre. At one point I reached out and touched Hamish. He grabbed my hand and we got into a play fight, and the next thing we were wrestling each other. I had an erection and at one point my erection touched his.

Hamish's hand ended up on my dick and I made my move too and gripped his dick. The ice had been broken and we moved closer and lost our clothes. I moved closer to his face, and he kissed me. I returned the kiss, and I felt my heart beating in my head.

We began wanking others dicks and it all felt sensational. I then went down and took Hamish's dick into my mouth and began to suck it like I'd seen on porn, it wasn't long before Hamish shot his load in my mouth. I had dreamt about the moment many times before and it now was happening. Hamish wanked me until I came, and he licked my cum off his hand."

That's how journey our together started. We've been at it ever since then and have managed not to tell our parents. Our parents were conservative rural Presbyterians, and we didn't think they would accept our relationship."

I pulled Mike up from his towel and we walked along the beach together, leaving Hamish and Alistair behind. We spoke about ourselves, and I told him that my parents would also be horrified to find out that I was gay. They were very traditional Catholics who frowned upon homosexuality. They were always complaining that Swiss society had become far too permissive.

Mike's parents were not that religious but probably believed that he was celibate. Mike hadn't told them that he might not take his final vows and that he was considering another career path. I took Mike's hand and held it. We stopped and we stood looking over the water. At that moment I felt like Bruno the timid. Mike looked at me and in his heavy Scottish accent said:

"Welcome to Scotland Bruno. It's great to have you here. But I don't think the answers are here. They're in our hearts, but l doubt that they are easy."

Hamish and Alistair had fallen asleep under the umbrella. The late-night fiddle playing has caught up with them. Mike opened the crisps, and I passed around the water, and we sat cross-legged on our towels eating.

We were building up the courage to take a dip. The water temperature was 14 degrees Celsius - cold. The Scottish men ran screaming and dived in. But I wasn't Bruno the brave in this situation and only managed to go waist deep. I hated cold water and always shied away from it. The guys' bodies were red from the cold as they dried themselves. Hamish and Alistair put on their shirts as they were shivering. We took our wet bathing suits off and put our shorts on, and we lay on our damp towels to warm up in the sun.

Mike got us up and moving at around two. We packed the car and headed for Macari's Fish and Chips Shop on the High Street. Mike had promised to treat me to traditional fish and chips. Hamish and Alistair rated the food highly and we enjoyed a delicious meal at a small table. We were starving and were glad to have this meal, and I was Bruno the grateful. Lunch with the guys reminded me of my comrades back in the Pontifical Guard dining room, and for a moment I wondered how Andreas' holiday was going.

We walked back to the hotel and unpacked the car. Mike dropped the swimming towels at reception, and we met in the pub for a beer. The pub was packed with tourists who had just arrived on two buses. Hamish and Alistair knew that the Scottish dance workshop that they would accompany would be a buzz. There was a better chance that they would get more tips. They asked Mike if they could stay over with us for the night, and he loved the idea. I was thrilled, I had enjoyed the day with Weasleys and looked forward to the night now as well. I felt like Bruno the anticipator.

Hamish and Alister came up to our room to get ready for supper and their gig afterward. We squeezed into the large shower. Hamish had very little body hair. His erect dick was framed by a red bush. Alistair was hairier and had red chest hair. Our dicks bounced around as we washed each other. I washed Hamish's hair, and he washed mine. He had my dick in his hand and wanked me until I came, and I returned the favour.

The dinner menu was the same as the previous night, and we deduced that they offered each busload of tourists the "authentic" Highland experience every night. Hamish and Alistair on their fiddles and the young demonstrators were also part of the authentic experience. We enjoyed the great dinner, but the tourists were extremely loud, and some of them were obnoxious and rude to the staff.

After dinner, we met in the overcrowded pub. It was full of American seniors who were tracing their Scottish ancestry. We drank a beer together before Hamish and Alistair started their gig. The ballroom filled up quickly and the guys were fiddling and creating the atmosphere. Molly took the microphone and organised the groups and her team of demonstrators. Soon everyone joined in. Kilts were flying, the fiddles dancing and the tourists were whirling.

That's when I noticed a man groping Molly. My Pontifical Guard training kicked in; I was Bruno the protector. I instructed the man to move on. He pushed me violently and told me to fuck off, and that's when I used my training and brought him to the ground and pinned him down until hotel security arrived. I made sure Molly was fine and I suggested we call the police. Mike couldn't believe how fast I reacted, and I think he realised then that I had another life and that I would return to it.

The incident put a damper on the evening for us. I needed to get out of the limelight, so I left and went up to our room. Mike stayed behind with Hamish and Alistair. I called Andreas. He was back in Switzerland on his family's farm. He had messaged me several times and had included some sexual innuendos, and I was sure he was trying to tell me something. Before we ended the call Andreas told me that he missed me and that he wanted to tell me something when he saw me again.

I was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep. I dreamed about Andreas...we were in our room in the barracks. He moved toward me wrapped his arms around me and held me. Not in a tight wrestling grip, but in a friendly way. His face was so close to mine that I simply responded with a kiss. He then kissed me, but deeply, and I could feel his hard-on pressing against mine. We took off our shirts and pants and we were in our underwear.

He moved me towards the bed and gently pushed me onto the bed, and he came down on top of me. Feeling his bare chest on mine was thrilling. That night we masturbated each other shooting our jizz onto each other and sucking each other off. We cleaned up in the shower and snuggled naked in bed. I was brought back to the present when Mike pulled a blanket over me and kissed me on the cheek.

I woke up and asked him: "What was that for?"

"Good night Swiss guardsman. You were amazing this evening."

I wiped my eyes and asked him where Hamish and Alistair were. Mike then told me Hamish was with Alistair at the local hospital. Alistair had overdosed in the bathroom during a break and had collapsed. Alistair had been struggling with substance abuse issues, and Hamish would stay with him at the hospital. I was taken aback as this was something I never expected. I would never have guessed that Alistair had problems as he came across with so much confidence. Mike climbed into bed next to me and held me tight.

VI

Mike speaks...

We woke early. Bruno pinned me down and sat on my stomach. He leaned in and kissed my eyes, forehead, and nose and kissed down my body. My nipples were extra sensitive as he nibbled on them, which caused me to squirm. He continued his kissing down to my belly button, he reached my erect dick and licked around the glans. He kissed the mushroom head and then his soft lips moved onto the sides of my dick. It was incredibly sensual.

Next, he began to suck. I was going to shoot at any moment, so I pushed Bruno off and rolled him onto his back. I climbed on him and kissed him deeply. I moved to his nipples and sucked as he groaned with pleasure. He guided me to his long dick, and I welcomed it into my mouth. I moved up and down on his dick. He was about to cum and urged me to stop.

"Let's move into a 69 position" he suggested. We moved around and took each other's dicks into our mouths and sucked. I loved feeling his dick stiffen before he came into my mouth. I couldn't hold back and shot my cum into his mouth. We kissed and shared each other's cum. I embraced him and held him close to me. Our now softening dicks pressed against our bodies. I felt his heart beating against my chest and his warm racing breath on my face.

"I hope Alistair is going to be fine," Bruno said.

"I hope so too," I responded.

I realised again how sensitive he was, and how much he cared about people, and how much I liked this about him. There was a knock at the door, and I jumped out of bed, wrapped a towel around my waist, and opened the door. It was Hamish. He looked tired and told us that Alistair was going to be fine. Hamish had tears in his eyes. I hugged him and expressed our relief. Bruno climbed out of bed, naked, and hugged Hamish. He pulled Hamish back into our bed and we snuggled on either side of him and held him close. He was very touchy and squirmed a little.

"Guys, cool it, I have been up the entire night. I desperately need a shower. Let's take this to the shower. Besides you guys have got so much cum on you that you both should be in the shower."

Bruno led the way, and we joined him in the shower. We focused on Hamish and applied the ginger-smelling shower gel to his body. I focused on his muscular back and Bruno washed his chest and genitals. I soaped up my fingers and cleaned his arse. Our dicks were hard, and Bruno went onto his knees and sucked Hamish. I dry-humped Hamish from the back. Hamish moaned with satisfaction and shot into Bruno's mouth. I ejaculated shooting my cum onto his arse and legs. I pulled Bruno up and he leaned against the shower wall while I sucked his dick for the second time that morning. I couldn't get enough of the Swiss guardsman and for a brief second wondered what I would do when he returned home.

Hamish had to borrow clothes from us and wore Bruno's boxers my shorts and shirt. I put our dirty clothes in the laundry bag, and we debated what we would do. Bruno wanted to stay in our room and have sex all day. But I told him that the weather was too good to waste.

Hamish directed us to the cableway near Ben Nevis. It was breathtaking and was a great way to experience the stunning scenery of the Highlands. As we travelled up the mountain in the cable car, we were treated to sweeping views of the rugged landscape, and rolling green hills below, and got a glimpse of the mighty Ben Nevis itself. The cableway provided a fantastic way to appreciate the beauty of the area. We got a whiff of the fresh mountain air and experienced a taste of adventure soaring high above the ground. We were lucky to experience a fraction of the beauty of Scotland's highest peak.

We spent the best part of the morning exploring the area. Hamish shared some of the Scottish myths and at one point Bruno bought us some takeaways. We headed back to the hospital to make the three o'clock visiting hours. Alistair was in good spirits and looked perfectly well, but they would only discharge him after a few sessions with the psychiatrist. Bruno and I felt a little awkward when Alistair's parents arrived. We introduced ourselves as friends of Hamish. For a split second, I thought of saying `Father' Mike, but that wouldn't be true. In his German accent, Bruno said:

"I'm Bruno from Switzerland, I'm visiting Mike. I am glad to meet you. If there is anything we can do let us know."

Alistair was lying on top of the covers, and that's when I noticed that his thighs were nicely muscled. It was obvious that he played some sport or another but was not too heavy on the weight bench.

We left after an hour and headed back to the fish and chip shop to buy some ice cream. We walked down the high street past the shops, most of which were aimed at tourists. Hamish discussed Alistair's sexuality and wondered whether his overdose was linked to his identity issues. I had three years of psychology, but my knowledge in gender identity was terrible.

We returned to our hotel room with Hamish and Bruno, and I decided to treat him. He was lying on the bed just wearing boxers. He was tired but he played along with us. His nipples were nicely rounded, and his little red hairs were around them. Tufts of red hair peeked out from each underarm. He smiled and raised his arms over his head exposing his armpits. He had a reddish black trail that started at his belly button and ran down to thick dark red pubes. His dick was vertical. And stood parallel to his body, rock hard. It had to be at least 3 inches around and 7 inches long. His foreskin was completely retracted and had a very nice, rounded helmet. My dick was rock hard too. Bruno was only wearing a T-shirt, and his dick bounced around as he sucked his nipple.

I lowered my head to his dick and licked off some pre-cum that had been oozing out of his slit, and I savoured it before swallowing. Hamish stopped us, he said that he was bursting and went to take a leak. He returned to the room and his dick was a little softer. We lay beside him and kissed. I was very randy. I licked his lips, his tongue, his teeth, his mouth, and then pulled out and licked his lips again. I licked down to his right nipple. My left hand was in his armpits and was playing with his underarm hair and lightly stroking the skin of his inner arm. Bruno moved his hand and played with his left nipple as I continued to suck on the right nipple.

Bruno the brave took his dick into his mouth and sucked him. I got under Bruno and started to play with his dick with my tongue. It didn't take long for them to start shooting and I was so worked up I shot my load without even touching my dick. We were spent and lay laughing and talking until we took a shower together and washed each other. Hamish said that he wished Alistair with us, but that he would probably not join us for some time.

We slept like babies that night. The stress of the previous day had taken its toll and Hamish was taking it hard. Bruno snuggled behind Hamish and had an arm over him. I was behind Bruno and enjoyed the scent of his hair.

I opened the curtains early the next morning, the views were incredible. The weather was unbelievably beautiful again, so unusual for Scotland. We packed our bags and prepared to move to my family holiday cottage. We had breakfast and then packed the car. We dropped Hamish off at his place and arranged to meet at the hospital at three o'clock.

I hadn't been to the family cottage for several years, and it looked like it had been painted recently. Colourful flower boxes adorned the windows. There was only a road between the front lawn and the beach. Bruno thought this was a perfect spot and kept telling me how lucky I was. The house smelt musty when I opened the door and Bruno helped open the windows to let fresh air in. My phone rang and it was Hamish. He had got a message from Alistair who asked that none of us visit him that afternoon. He asked if he could come over and see the cottage.

The cottage was much more than a `cottage', it had four bedrooms, a large living area, and a conservatory. The covered area on the veranda was huge and a great place to spend lazy days. A winding path led down to a small, secluded beach below, where the waves gently kissed the shore. Seabirds cried overhead, their calls blending with the sound of the crashing waves. In the distance, the outline of Fort William could be seen against the backdrop of rolling green hills. The scent of saltwater lingered in the air, mixing with the earthy aroma of the heather-covered cliffs.

Bruno took his shoes off and ran down the path onto the beach. He danced along the edge of the water splashing as he ran. From a distance, he looked like a boy. I had a flashback to my childhood on the beach with my cousins, where we spent hours building sandcastles and towns in the sand.

I recalled the shenanigans my older cousin, Angus, and I got up to at the cottage. He was the guy who taught me how to chug and do blow jobs on the same day. We fooled around on many family get-togethers. I admired his more developed body and had a crush on him. I desperately wanted to kiss him but that was his red line. He said that he didn't kiss boys because that was too gay. But he had no problem sucking me off or wanking me, and he certainly didn't mind fucking me.

Bruno speaks...

It had been an exciting couple of days for me. I had been Bruno the curious, and fortunately, so much of my curiosity had been satisfied.

I reflected on my relationship with Mike. I hardly knew him, we had only twice in Rome and yet I travelled to Scotland when he asked me to. It didn't make much sense. What drove me? And then meeting Hamish and Alistair and becoming involved in their lives. This was all very uncharacteristic for a Catholic boy from rural Switzerland. I had further thoughts: was it about risk? Or was it about my deep desire to be intimate? I didn't regret anything that had happened over the past few days. I was Bruno of no regrets but did know that I would have to return to my old life soon, and I would be Bruno the great pretender again.

I lay on the couch reading the German translation `Das Ende bon Eddy' by Edouard Louis a coming-of-age story set in a small French town. I identified so much with a lot of his experiences and emotions, but my family wasn't poor, and they were far more engaged in my life.

After lunch, Mike and I lay on our towels in the front lawn soaking up the sun and I fell asleep and dreamt about Kasi, my boyhood best friend. We were in the same grade, the same Church, and the same soccer team. The incident I dreamt of happened at a Scout camp. The fire was perfect, and we grilled our steaks quickly and enjoyed it with bread rolls. It was very hot. Later that evening we lay naked in the dark of night on our picnic blanket admiring the northern skies. Kasi went down on me and started sucking my dick. I was hard in no time. I grabbed the lube and feeling mellow asked Kasi to fuck me. I pulled my shorts off and lifted my legs as he approached me on his knees. He started to lube my hole getting two fingers in. I applied lube to his raging boner, and he slowly pushed his dick into my hole. I could barely make out his facial features in the dark, but the stars in the night sky behind him were magnificent. Kasi's dick caught my prostate now and again and I hummed with satisfaction. I came before him without touching my dick. His breathing got louder, and I could feel his warm spunk inside me. He came closer to me and kissed me, my cum was squished between us.

I was woken up by Hamish who had just arrived, my boxers were soaked, and I was a little embarrassed to stand up. Hamish pulled me up, but I don't think he noticed anything. I excused myself and went to put on clean boxers and track pants with the Vatican Guard crest on them. We walked barefoot down the little path to the beach. Mike couldn't believe it wasn't raining and said that most of his childhood memories were of wet holidays in Fort William.

Hamish was holding my hand as we walked. I loved that, as I was Bruno the intimate. He wanted us to know that Alistair didn't want to have anything to do with him any longer and that he didn't want us to visit again. He said he was coming to terms with his sexuality and that we could not be part of his life. Hamish was in tears as he related the conversation. Mike put his one arm around his shoulder and gave him a light kiss on his cheek.

I listened to Hamish and Mike speaking as we walked and realised that they would make a perfect couple. Was I Bruno the matchmaker? Mike had great insight into people, he knew how to set them at ease and how to direct a conversation. His pastoral skills were five-star, and I wondered what his preaching skills were like. We walked for kilometres. A cool breeze was blowing in from the sea and we were not dressed warm enough. We turned back and picked up our pace to warm up. A drizzle began to fall and we started a slow jog back to the cottage. The running took me back to Rome where Andreas and I jogged most days. I needed this run, even though it was unintentional, to keep fit.

We were soaked by the time we got back to the cottage and stripped out of our wet clothes on the veranda. Our dicks were shrivelled from the cold, and we were shivering. Mike got some towels out of the cupboard and led the way to the newly renovated shower. The double hot jet of water on my cold skin was most welcome and my dick started to chub up.

Note

In Scotland, it is legal for men and women to have sex once they are over 16 years of age. It is also legal for men to have sex with men if they are both over 16 years of age. There are no specific laws in Scotland about women having sex with women, so provided both women consent and are above the age of consent, it is legal.

Consent is a term used in Scots Law to describe both or all people involved in sexual activity giving their free agreement to willingly participate in sex.

Only people over the age of 16 can consent to sex. The laws on sex and sexual behaviour are designed to keep everyone safe – especially young people.

VII

I spent the rest of the week with Mike and Hamish at the beach cottage near Fort William. It was a sensational week in every sense. I felt like gay pride Bruno that week and I'm glad that I had the experience. I was right; Mike and Hamish got on well, and when they dropped me at Glasgow airport, they spoke about moving in together. I was happy for them. Hamish had a place at Strathclyde University and Mike wanted to rent an apartment nearby.

My parents picked me up at Zurich International, and I spent a few days at home before I went to spend a weekend on Andreas' farm. His parents were off to a Church conference, and he asked me to help him on the farm.

Andreas' family farm was nestled among lush green meadows and towering snow-capped mountains. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying the sweet scent of wildflowers and pine trees. On my way to the farm, I imagined the family waking up each morning to the gentle sound of cowbells echoing through the valley. I guessed they milked the cows, collected fresh eggs from the chickens, and tended to the vegetable gardens growing in the mountain soil. And perhaps they gathered in the cozy farmhouse around a crackling fire at night.

Andreas met me at the car when I arrived. We hugged briefly and he carried my bag to the room next to his. He wore track pants and a sleeveless T-shirt, which revealed his tanned and muscular arms. The track pants showed off his beautiful butt and I could see the bulge of his dick, and I felt my own harden.

I recalled our weekend visits to pubs in Rome and the fun we had. I liked Andreas, but I wasn't sure if he was gay, but I knew that I when I spent time with him, I was mesmerised by his features. I found him very attractive but I was afraid to make a move and I decided to wait for the right moment. I wondered whether the right moment would come on this weekend.

Andreas' room was still a teen room. There were posters on the wall of soccer stars, a basket in the corner with soccer balls, racquets, and a hockey stick in it. There was a bookshelf with a collection of science fiction, Harry Potter, and some Lego Star Wars models. The large window let in streams of sunlight and his room was cosy and warm.

"Welcome to my room Bruno, you can see it hasn't changed much since I left to join the pontifical guard. The room you're sleeping in was my older brother's. He's in the diplomatic corps in Jakarta now. And my parents miss having us at home." I asked Andreas what he wanted to tell me, and he said that could wait till later.

Andreas took me on a walk up the valley through the green fields. We passed some cows in the meadow and the views were spectacular. We found the perfect spot to sit among the fields of flowers. I lay down next to him and I had a vantage point of him from below. People looked different from this angle.

"Tell me what you want to tell me Andreas. This is a perfect spot," I implored.

"I don't know how to put it; I've never told anyone. I don't want you to be shocked or anything," and Andreas went on to say: "I am gay. I have always liked boys. I knew this since I started school. There you have it. That's who I am and that's what I wanted to tell you."

I turned onto my side and put my hand on his thigh and told him that I was also gay and in the closet. I told him about Mike and the Weasley boys, and the trip to Scotland and how liberating it was. There was a sense of relief on his face, and he said he wanted to tell me.

"I've had a crush on you since we met. There were times in Rome when I wanted to kiss you and hold you close."

I leaned over and kissed him. He pulled me towards him and held me tight. My dick was hard, pressed against his. We took off our clothes in the sunlight and kissed and rubbed our dicks against each other. This continued for a few minutes and then my mouth found his long dick. I licked the underside first and then took it between my lips. I sucked him lightly down to his pubes and then back up again. He put his hands on the sides of my head and started to push and pull me - face fucking me.

It was incredible. This was something I had longed for. Licking, and kissing and sucking. I suddenly felt his hairy balls contract in my hand and the lower part of his body arch forward. "Brunooo," he yelled just as a jet of sweet cum exploded from his dick and into my mouth. I licked and swallowed as he pumped three or four more times into my mouth. I kept swallowing his cum and sucking his dick as it started to deflate in my mouth.

After a while, his dick fell from my lips. He pulled me up and we kissed. I ran my fingers over his well-developed chest and felt satisfied.

"I need to taste you, Bruno. Lie on your back, please. I have been waiting for this a long time."

Andreas took my dick, which was parallel to my stomach into his eager mouth and started to lick my glans. He played with my balls with one hand and slowly moved my dick up and down. Soon he engulfed my entire dick, and it felt incredible. Andreas knew how to give head, and my balls contracted, and I shot my load.

"That was amazing Andreas. Thank you. I hope we can do this again."

"Definitely," he replied.

We got dressed and walked back to the house to make lunch. Andreas wanted me to tell him more about what happened in Scotland. I told him about the encounter in our hotel room before we went down to the beach one morning:

"I was Bruno the aroused when we closed the door. But wasn't the only one. Alistair was sporting a hard-on when he changed into Mike's spare costume and Mike's dick bounced out when he took off his shorts. I pulled down my shorts to show off my erection as Hamish took his Speedo off to join us. We were four guys standing around laughing and playing with our dicks.

Mike suggested that we circle jerk to deal with this charged situation. I was next to Hamish and took his dick and Mike took Alastair's dick and they took ours and we wanked each other. These ginger guys were stunning, and I couldn't get enough of their ginger pubes. I wanted to taste Hamish and went down in front of him on my knees and took his dick into my mouth and

savoured his precum. I noticed that Mike was doing the same to Alistair. It wasn't long before Hamish and Alistair were unloading in our mouths. My dick was so hard, it only took a few strokes to get me off.

We used a towel to clean up and get ready for the beach, and Hamish and Alistair helped themselves to some of the drinks in our bar fridge."

Andreas said it must have been something else and wished he was there too, and I told him that we would have our own fun this weekend. We were in the kitchen, and I leaned over and gave him a deep kiss and held his erection in his track pants.

We made cheese sandwiches and Andreas opened a couple of beers. He told me that his older brother had shown him how to masturbate when he was in primary school and introduced him to blow jobs and fucked him often, and that it wasn't pleasant at first, but he got used to it.

We were free until the late afternoon when we had to bring the cows in. Andreas and I went up to my room where we lay talking on the double bed. Andreas wanted to know more about Mike and what we got up to. I told him that he was bright and had completed his studies for the priesthood and that we met at the Vatican. Andreas thought this was an unbelievable story. "Tell me more."

He saw me at an audience suggested that we get together and passed me his number. I don't know what came over me, but I called him during my lunch break and arranged to meet. Crazy hey?

"We met at his hotel not far from the Vatican. We had a few drinks and went out to eat pizzas and then at around ten we went up to his room, I told him that I had a midnight curfew.

Mike pulled me to him and hugged me. He held me tight and responded. I loved the intimacy; it was a very long time since I had been so close to someone. He kissed me and I responded, our tongues playing with each other. We removed our shirts and stood with the warmth of our naked bodies against each other. I couldn't get enough of him as my hands explored his body and I slipped my hand into his pants.

We were soon naked, and Mike was on his knees in front of me sucking my dick. It was sensational and I loved the way his tongue glided over my glans. His hands were on my arse cheeks as squeezing now and again. I pushed him off me, as I was about to come at any moment. I went down on my knees and swallowed Mike's dick. Mike stopped me almost immediately and we went into a 69 position in the bed where we sucked each other off at the same time. I had to pull out of his mouth a few times, in order not to shoot. Eventually, I couldn't hold back anymore and shot my load in his mouth. That must have triggered Mike as I felt his dick throb as he released his load too.

We were both breathless as we lay on the bed next to each other recovering. It was 11 pm and I said that I would need to head back to the barracks. We kissed and explored each other's bodies a little more and agreed to meet again on Saturday.

I had mixed emotions as I returned to the barracks. On one hand, I had a tremendous feeling of satisfaction and on the other, I felt guilty. The gay Bruno is not the Bruno my parents would be happy with, but I felt so fulfilled with Mike that evening."

Andreas played with his erection while I told the story, and I was hard because I was so close to him. We pulled our pants off and moved onto a 69 position. Seeing Andreas' dick so close was a dream come true. His glans was a purplish colour and the veins on his shaft were visible. I sucked the tip of his dick and felt him do the same to me. I licked his balls, and I stuck one finger in his arse. I was Bruno the lover, it was great being intimate with Andreas. I felt his balls pull up and his body shudder as I took another load in my mouth. The taste and smell triggered my ejaculation and shot into Andreas' mouth, and I pushed my finger deeper into his hole.

We lay next to each other while we recovered, and Andreas continued to play with my flaccid dick.

"Thanks Bruno. I think we can spend the entire weekend like this. I'm just worried about how we will navigate our relationship when we are back in the Vatican."

I told him not to worry and that we would work it out. We lay on our sides facing each other playing with each other's nipples. We got up and took a shower together. The hot jet of water washed the sweat off and strangely connected us. We washed each other's bodies, and I got to explore the parts of Andreas' body that I hadn't before.

I got to wear Andreas' clothes which I always found thrilling. We walked up to the meadow and led the cows to the enclosure, and Andreas went to pull down the canvas covers over the chicken enclosure. Fortunately, an assistant would come in early in the morning to milk the cows, and we would not need to be up at the crack of dawn.

After supper, we carried two mattresses into the lounge and put them in front of the fireplace. Andreas had made the fire and put a candle on the table. We lay on the mattresses watching German league soccer, and drinking our local beer. Bayern Munich, our favourite team, was playing and we spoke about who the hottest players were. I fancied Manuel Neuer but Andreas had the hots for Thomas Müller. Bayern won the match by one goal, and we hugged and then wrestled on the mattress in the glow of firelight. I felt like a schoolboy on sleepover, and realised again how similar Andreas's upbringing was to mine in my village.

My heart pounded, realising what was going to happen next. I was sucking Andreas's nipple and playing with his rock-hard dick. I had pulled my shorts off and my dick rubbed against his body. I was Bruno the incredibly aroused. I went down and sucked his dick. I stopped and asked him to fuck me. I lay on my back, while he ran upstairs to get his brother's lube. I lay looking at the flames and played with my dick as I waited.

I lifted my legs and Andreas approached me in his knees. I had to put a pillow under my arse to get the angle right. I felt his fingers go in and massage my hole and it felt good. He lubed his dick and slowly penetrated me. It was painful and I tried to relax to let him in. Andreas held my ankles and sucked my toes. I eventually felt his balls against my arse as he slowly began to move in and out. I was pleased that he enjoyed it, but it wasn't the same for me. I was relieved when I felt his dick throb in my arse because I knew it would soon be over. My dick had gone limp but came back to life as soon as Andreas's lips enveloped it again. He gently sucked until I filled his mouth with my Swiss cum, which he shared with me in a kiss.

We snuggled together and quickly fell asleep in each other's arms. I felt satisfied and slept deeply. I was up at the crack of dawn. I spent at least twenty minutes watching Andreas sleeping. He breathed quietly and looked so peaceful. I slipped under the duvet and found his erect dick and started to suck him. He moved slightly and groaned as he woke up and said "halten saugen" (keep sucking). I loved the musty smell of his pubes, and I swallowed his cum as he shot.

"What a way to wake up Bruno, thanks. That was great."

We got up and showered before the farm hand came to milk the cows.

VIII

Returning to Rome after such a wonderful holiday break wasn't easy. I looked forward to seeing Andreas, but didn't look forward to the military discipline, especially after being Bruno the Gay Pride Boy!

The living quarters of the Swiss Guards are on the eastern edge of the city, north of St. Peter's Square and next door to the Vatican Palace. And I was returning to an average of six hours per day workday. I looked forward to our masses in the chapel of Saints Martino and Sebastiano, and the Campo Santo Teutonico, as this would give me time to reflect on what was going on in my life.

Because we were starting our second year on the guard, Andreas and I were given a new room to share with a private bathroom. We were thrilled with this arrangement as we could continue our relationship in the privacy of our room - very convenient.

We were glad to be reunited and we sat on his bed catching up. We were excited about the course we would attend in a week on counter-terrorism, a senior MI5 officer was coming to teach the course.

The sisters welcomed us back at dinner and were served the regular Monday night pasta. I love the desserts. One of the sisters was a pastry chef and took pride in preparing the most delectable pastries. I was sure that they could rival any Parisian pastry.

After showering Andreas and I were reacquainted. I slid my dick between his lips and let it sit on his tongue as he tenderly began to suck my head. I could feel my entire shaft quivering while his wet tongue licked my mushroom head. I reached over and touched his big dick, letting my fingertips run up and down the underside of his erect dick. We soon satisfied each other and were exhausted.

We snuggled together naked and quickly fell asleep, like we did on Andreas' farm, in each other's arms. I was satisfied and slept deeply. I was up at the crack of dawn. I spent at least twenty minutes watching Andreas sleeping. He breathed quietly and looked so peaceful. I slipped under the duvet and found his erect dick and started to suck him. He moved slightly and groaned as he woke up. I loved the musty smell of his pubes, and I swallowed his cum as he shot.

"What a way to wake up in the Vatican Bruno, thanks. That was great."

We were assigned duties after the morning parade. I was on gate duty near the Papal Palace and Andrea's to the building where the pope stayed. We knocked off in the early afternoon and went on a run through the surrounding Roman streets. I was a little unfit and I asked Andreas if we could walk part of the route.

We ran through Rome's Jewish Ghetto which officially no longer exists (it was abolished in 1882). The neighbourhood is still the centre of Rome's Jewish community, the oldest in Italy. The city's 19th-century synagogue -?home to the Jewish Museum of Rome -is in the ghetto. There are winding lanes with kosher restaurants, markets, and specialty shops. Many people argue that despite its unhappy history, the Jewish Ghetto is now one of Rome's most beautiful neighborhoods.

Andreas had never been to the Ghetto and suggested we head there one night for dinner. We took slow run back to Vatican City, which was three kilometres away, and we followed a route along the Tiber River. The sights and sounds along the route were quintessential Rome and I was glad to be back in the eternal city.

There was a table tennis tournament in the recreation room after supper and Andreas and I teamed up to challenge our comrades. We were undefeated, but a code red alarm ended the tournament, as we grabbed our modern weapons and took our positions. The commanding officer used the radio to instruct us as we moved to the Cathedral to search. We were called to stand down after an hour and were congratulated on our excellent response time.

Andreas' dick was straight up and bouncing about when he took his shorts and T-shirt off in our room and asked me to fuck him. His pale tight-arse cheeks were perfect and inviting. I took off my clothes and my dick was hard and eager. He lay face down on the bed, he lifted his arse slightly as I used the lube to massage him and to slick up my dick. I kissed his neck and along his spine. I went down carefully, my heart in my ears, and I pushed my dick into his inviting hole. My dick went in easily as I slowly began my in-and-out movements. Andreas was enjoying it and groaned with pleasure. At one point I stopped and lay on him holding him tight. He turned his head, and we kissed for a short while. I picked up my pace, and in no time, I whispered: "Coming, coming".

Andreas rolled over. His dick was still hard, and I went down on my knees next to him on the bed and sucked him. I loved the taste of his precum, and I felt his dick jerk violently before he delivered his load in my mouth.

I found it hard to believe my good fortune that I would be sharing my room with this god for the rest of the year.