Richard and Franco 09
Sunrise
Gay-MMMM
My name is Richard. I'm 29 years old and and I've lived with my husband, Franco, near La Spezia, Italy for years now.
Most of the dialog at this time was in Italian, with some Catalan and Spanish. Franco and I used a lot of Hatian slang on each other, from when we first met.
I use English in this story to make it easier for the reader.
I'm a junior partner at a local accounting firm. I grew up and went to college in the U.S.
We swing but don't do anything without the other present and consenting.
My husband now, and my lover since I left the U.S. is a Spanish man one year older than me named Franco.
He's worked in hotels and resorts and now he's managing the biggest hotel in town; he reports to the owners in Berlin, and they leave him alone as long as it makes money.
After we had been in our house for two and a half years and owned it for one year, we had added a back deck, covered with a pergola.
On top of the pergola are solar water-heating panels, which eased the load on the house water heater. We also had two brick pads; one for a grill and a smoker, the other for a jacuzzi.
We got furniture and a charcoal grill as soon as the deck was finished.
We also got a couple of big gym pads, which are folded up and put away for civilized company.
When Franco and I want to get rude outdoors, one blue gym pad comes out.
So far we've had both gym pads out once, when we had a four-way with a couple of swingers named Urban and Victoria.
The jacuzzi is a low priority; the gym I belong to in the building where I work has one, and the hotel where Franco is a manager also has one.
We had a "polite" party a week after the deck was finished with neighbors and friends from work.
During the week after that, at our kitchen table, Franco and I started sketching simple garden plans. Right now we had a big back yard that was all dead grass and weeds.
I noticed how bad it looked after we got the gym pads and I was looking at it while Franco fucked my ass on one of the pads while I was looking out at the ugly yard.
I didn't tell Franco that it held my attention during sex; that just sounds wrong.
I didn't want to tell Franco where I got the idea because he might freak out, but we designed four squares with a fountain in the middle.
Each of the four squares had sixteen smaller squares, so four by four, which only made the small squares about one meter on a side.
Green grass walkways borderded the big squares. I just wanted bricks as edging, and we mixed native flowers, some herbs for the kitchen and a few vegetables with wildlfowers and a couple of local fruit trees.
No formal balance in the plants; the four big squares of sixteen squares each was enough formality.
It was supposed to be low-maintenance and less ugly than the weeds. We had already had added two wells to the property.
A phone call to the council told us that we didn't need any permits for a garden.
That's just planned now; we haven't done it yet.
The "polite" party that I mentioned was on a Saturday.
We had a four-person orgy with Urban and Victoria on the next day, Sunday.
Monday was a typical work day, till we both got home.
We stripped, made out and then made a soapy mess of the back deck when we shaved our crotches outdoors.
We hosed the foam and stubble off of the deck, used the outdoor shower to do the same to ourselves, almost dried off and then unfolded one of the gym pads.
In accordance with a great tradition, we have always followed-up on crotch shaving with a sixty-nine, and we had our dicks down each other's throats quickly.
We didn't waste any time, and rewarded each other with mouthfuls of come less than an hour after we'd gotten home from work.
We returned to the shower and cleaned up any saliva, dried off completely, dressed again and went to a cafe for a light supper.
We set the alarm to go off early and went to bed an hour earlier than normal.
After a Monday, it's easy to go to bed early.
We got up early, in the dark on Tuesday morning for a trip to the beach.
There are a few nude beaches around La Spezia, and Franco and I had visited and then picnicked a few times on weekends, catching sun, showing off our bodies and people-watching.
The sky was still dark with traces of purple when we got out of bed.
We threw on shorts and tank tops, grabbed a rolled-up blanket and drove to one specific beach that we'd picked out.
There were no other cars there. The sky was starting to lighten up; I wish I had photographed the colors.
We picked a spot in the sand and urolled our blanket, then we dropped our shorts.
We hadn't even taken sandals when we left the house.
Franco handed me a condom packet and a tube of lube; we were both half-hard.
We made out in the sand and felt each other's hair, shoulders, pecs, asses and dicks.
Pretty soon we were, I guess, mostly hard.
Nobody else was on the beach. I didn't happen to see any ships in the Mediterranean.
"Get on your back", I quietly told Franco.
He laid down in the center of the blanket. I got on my hands and knees and took his big, shaved, uncircumcised dick into my mouth.
I was enjoying myself; we had done a sixty-nine the day before, but we fucked so much that any oral sex we had felt special.
I let myslef play for two minutes, and then I couldn't wait any longer.
I unrolled the condom onto his beautiful dick, put a bit of lube on the tip, lubed my ass, and then I straddled his body and sat down, taking his dick into my ass.
I was sitting so that I was facing his head. I felt myself crack a big smile.
I looked at Franco's beautiful face, leaned down and kissed him. I sat back up so I could take more if his dick into me, looked at the sand, looked up at the Mediterranean, then looked up a little more towards Africa.
No, you can't really see Africa from northern Italy.
I thought to yell "Good Morning, Africa!", but decided that it might wreck the mood.
"I love you, Franco!", I said.
Franco told me that he loved me, too.
Now I got to work, first moving up and down on my knees. I did that for ten minutes and silently thanked myself for keeping up my gym routine and from college.
After about the ten minute point I noticed the that the sky was lightening up and the sun was peeking over the mountains.
I was afraid we'd have unwanted company soon, so I shifted to put my feet on the ground and I was crouching over Franco, his dick still in my ass.
Now I used my leg muscles to get a more aggressive up and down motion going. Franco let out a sigh, telling me that this was having a real effect on him.
After about twenty minutes, he was really fucking back into me, and with a loud grunt he filled up the condom.
I let my legs collapse under me, which put his whole still-hard length inside my ass, and now I jerked off quickly. making a mess on Franco and our blanket.
Parts of me felt stiff and sore; it might've been only fifteen seconds after I came when I stood up to try and shake off the cramping.
I took Franco's used condom and walked it over to a trash can. By now the sun was hitting the highest hills.
I pulled Franco to his feet by the hand and we shared a deep, solid kiss.
We swam in the sea just enough to get the lube and come off of us, then we pulled our shorts on, rolled up the blanket, grabbed the lube and headed for the Citroen.
As we crossed the little rise between the beach and the parking lot, we found that two spots from our car was a "Polizía" cruiser, and we weren't alone.
An officer stood between us and our Citroen.
My Italian is pretty good by now, but Franco went into automatic mode with protests including, "we were alone", "we didn't hurt anybody", "nobody saw us".
The poor cop had to wait till Franco stopped to breathe before he told us that we weren't in trouble.
The officer started asking us questions; did we see anybody else, had we been out here this early before, did we know if anybody else comes out this early.
Well, we hadn't been out this early before and we'd never had sex on a beach before, anywhere, nor did we know anyone that had.
"Why are you asking these quesitons?", Franco finally asked.
"I saw you guys having sex, and I think I want to bring my girl out here for sunrise some morning so that her and I can do same thing".
We got showers at home to get the sand off of us, dressed for work and went downtown. We got coffee, kissed, and headed to our respective offices.
It was too late to hit our respective gyms before work, but the beach probably counted as some kind of workout.
After work, in the name of fairness, I put a clean beach towel on our couch and sat down.
Franco used his magic tongue to get me hard, put a condom on me and sat down on my dick.
He rode me till I came into the condom, and I stayed inside his ass while he jerked himself off and came on my chest.
We made a note to repeat our beach performance without condoms when we had been monogamous for ten weeks and tested twice; our rule about condoms for years.
It would also need to be for two mornings in a row; Franco wanted to look towards the sea at sunrise while he was getting poked in the ass, too.
Two weeks after a cop had watched us fuck in the sand, we got a meat smoker and a sex swing. We tend to use one or the other at any given moment; not both at once. (heheheh)
I won't detail the smoker here, but I can say that when we have co-workers over the only thing they'll notice is four chrome eyebolts in the pergola beams, and so far nobody has asked what they're for, and a sex swing with Franco fucking me, or him in the swing and me fucking, is fantastic.
The first one I tried in Genoa was rougher than my taste because a guy named "Master", well, let's just say that he didn't have a gentle touch.
A month after we had gotten the smoker, Franco and I had upped our workout routine and laps by about 10%, and made a rule that we were only smoking meat every two weeks.
When I'm doing those extra reps or extra laps, I don't always think that the smoker was worth it, but on the other hand neither of us has suggested returning it.
This is where my mind was when Franco came home from his hotel one evening and told me that his hotel had guests.
"Your hotel is supposed to have guests".
"Remember the Australian surfer?"
"He didn't come to La Spezia!"
"Of course not. Two surfers did. Americans, from Rhode Island, I think. They tied up a 40-foot yacht in the harbor; one with sails. They "paid off" their crew, whatever that means.
I think they're going to try to hire them back, at least most of them, in six weeks.
Anyhow, they handed their boat to a chandler to clean up and tune the engine and whatever chandlers do, so these guys are staying at my hotel.
This morning they were flirting with me in American English. They are, um, they are in good shape, but they're older than us.", Franco told me.
"Did you bite?", I asked.
"I was a good boy", Franco answered. "I told them that I have a husband, so they asked me if we shared."
I just looked at him. I had been already wrestling with an upcoming problem which was a week away.
"How much older?", I asked.
"I think nine or ten years. I think one's 39 and one is 40", he answered. "I think the sun has aged their skin, so that they look older than they are, but they're skinnier than us. All they do is surf and sail."
"Franco", I asked, "What do you want for your birthday?"
Franco and I each speak about five languages, but Franco was speaking Catalan, which he grew up speaking at home, very carefully, like he didn't want to say the wrong thing.
"I want us to swing with two other guys instead of just one guy, like the Australian, or a straight couple, like Urban and Victoria", Franco said.
Franco's birthday was coming on Friday.
On Tuesday morning, Franco arranged for his new Rhode Island friends to join us on Friday morning. He called me at work, and then both of us took the coming Friday off.
Thursday before work, Franco and I fucked each other. From then till our guests arrived Friday, we would abstain. 24-plus hours is a lot of abstinence for us.
Thursday after work I got produce for salads and asparagus for a side.
Early Friday I picked a big salmon and had the man fillet them.
We left the table and four chairs out, but folded up the rest of the deck furniture.
We unfolded both of our big blue gym mats, and dropped a couple of throw pillows in the middle of the mats.
Franco put a bar of soap near the outdoor shower.
By the time Daniel and Harry, our guests, arrived, the salads were tossed and the salmon and asparagus were in the grill.
As is our custom and I guess theirs, too, they dropped their sandals inside the door.
Once on our deck, they took their shirts off. This inspired Franco and I to do the same.
Franco poured wine for all four of us.
Having seen them, I agree with Franco's assessment: they looked about ten years older than us in hair color.
They were as thin, muscular and healthy as Franco and I, but they had the red leathery skin usually described as "Lobster".
We tried to take our time and eat properly; having conversation between bites. These were our first American guests.
Their boat was registered at Mystic, Rhode Island.
They interned with a tech company in college, were paid in pre-IPO stock and were full-time employees for only three years after college when they sold that stock near it's high point.
They both consulted on-line sometimes, but mostly they surfed, sailed their boat and worked to keep in shape.
When the food was gone we sat and talked through another glass of wine.
Daniel told us that he was the top and that Harry was the bottom. Harry just nodded at this.
When that our wine glasses were empty, Franco and I made our apologies and went into the house.
When we came out, each carrying condoms, lube and a box of tissue, Daniel and Harry had dropped their shorts and were in French-cut Speedos.
We came togeher and had a quick four-way kiss, then we discussed our game plan and logistics.
I'd asked Franco what he wanted earlier in the morning, this being his 30th birthday.
Once we settled on what we were going to do, all four of us dropped what we were still wearing so we were naked. Daniel and Franco started making out, and I turned for my make-out session with Harry.
I made sure to do a lot of touching of Harry's body; shoulders, back, pecs, ass and then his nipples, cock and balls. Harry responded in kind.
Once the four of us were hard, Franco laid in the middle of the closest gym mat, putting the pillow under his head.
I gave his dick a quick suck, rolled a condom onto it and lubed the tip.
I called Harry, who got down on all fours with his ass towards me. I lubed Harry's pucker, and told him that he was ready.
Harry straddled Franco and took Franco's big, uncircumcised cock into his ass. Harry's eyes were closed in concentration; Franco was a bit bigger than what he was used to.
In a little less than a minute, Harry had taken all of Franco's cock. Harry opened his eyes, looked to Daniel and said, "Come kiss me, Daddy".
Daniel was smiling and came around to kiss his impaled lover.
I gave Franco a French kiss, then as arranged I got on my knees close to Franco's head.
This was tricky, so I let Franco pull my dick to his mouth, and once he started sucking I didn't move my hips; I just let Franco do his thing.
Now I leaned over and took Harry's dick into my mouth.
Franco's dick was in Harry's ass, my dick was in Franco's mouth, and Harry's dick was in my mouth.
Daniel's dick was being neglected but our plans would handle that soon enough.
Harry started moving his ass up and down, forcing his ass onto Franco's dick on the downstroke and forcing Harry's dick into my mouth on the upstroke.
Harry's dick is a bit smaller than Franco's, so giving Harry a blowjob was easy for me.
Franco's work on my dick matched the pace of Harry's hips, so I think we had a great thing going.
While all of this was going on, Daniel was still kissing Harry.
I think it was less than fifteen minutes later when I felt that my orgasm wasn't going to hold back when Daniel sped up his pace and I felt the stream of pre-come in my mouth become too much.
I pulled my head back so that just the tip of Harry's cock was in my mouth, and I was rewarded with plenty of Harry's come.
I swallowed what I could, and my own balls let go into Franco's mouth. Franco might've been overwhelmed, because I was in just as far as when we started and he couldn't pull his head off at all.
Harry had stopped moving when he came, but now Franco was moving his hips up and down, which told me that Franco was either coming or about to come.
I let Harry's dick out of my mouth and pulled myself out of Franco's mouth. He had a lot of my come on his lips and cheeks.
I kissed Franco and got some of the come from his face, then I got the tissues.
As Harry got up, I used a couple of tissues to take the condom from Franco's dick and put it in the trash, and handed a few to Harry, saying, "these are for your ass".
I suggested to Daniel that he lay down and make out with Franco while I took care of a fresh condom and some lube.
Harry sat down cross-legged on the second gym pad to watch.
Daniel was still fully erect. I unrolled the new condom onto him, and put a bit of lube on his dick, and then I had Franco pull back his toes while I lubed his ass.
Now Franco moved the pillow from under his head to under his ass.
Daniel got between Franco's legs, took Franco's ankles over his shoulders, and began working his dick into Franco's ass.
Harry moved so that his head was on the pillow I'd dropped on that pad earlier so he was lounging where he could watch his man fuck Franco.
I got on the pad laying on my side behind Harry, my almost-soft dick nestled in Harry's ass crack and my head propped up so I could see over Harry's head and watch Daniel and Franco.
Harry turned his head towards me and I gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
"No doggy style?", Harry asked.
"You get a view of dead weeds in the yard that way. We'll do doggy style when the garden is done", I answered.
In the back of my head I heard ideas about looking away from the yard, but Harry seemed satisfied with my answer.
While we watched Daniel and Franco, Harry reached behind him and grabbed my dick. We'd both come a few minutes before, but this handling and the scene in front of had me getting aroused again.
I flipped over so that Harry's dick was in easy reach; he was half-hard already. In a couple of minutes, our hands had gotten us completely hard.
Harry took my shaft down his throat like an expert, and I didn't think before taking him into my mouth.
I was aware of excited noises coming from Daniel and Franco, but I focused on giving Harry a good blowjob; we were in a kind of awkward position earlier and I felt that now I had to make up for something.
The feeling coming from my dick told me that Daniel was putting forth his best effort, too.
I was distracted by Daniel; he wasn't the shy type and when he came in Franco's ass, he did so loudly.
Daniel and I went for a few more minutes before coming in each other's mouth.
I found out back when I was a teenager that if you come twice in a day, the second load tastes bad, but I accepted it for what it was.
Harry didn't complain about my taste, which was probably the same.
I sat up to kiss Harry and look at our lovers.
Daniel had stood up and found the tissues, and was pulling a very full condom off and dropping it in the trash.
I felt like a weak host; that had been my job.
Franco stood up, gave Daniel a kiss and told him that he'd enjoyed getting fucked. Then, Franco led Daniel to the outdoor shower by the hand.
I stood up and helped Harry to his feet. While we waited for the shower, I gave Daniel a quick description of what our garden was going to look like, not that he cared, but we were waiting on the shower.
A half hour later, Daniel and Harry were dressed and leaving in their rental car.
Franco and I threw on shorts and started cleaning up.
At one point I made Franco set down whatever he was cleaning. I pulled him to me in a big hug and said, "Happy Birthday, Franco", and kissed him.
When we broke our kiss, he said, "If this is what being thirty is like, I think that I'm going to enjoy it".
As for the garden, we hired a gardener, and he gave us an estimate and we paid him to make a design based on the description I gave above.
We're going to try to pay off at least 20% of the deck before we have the gardener start work.
It won't be nearly as expensive as the deck was.