The following is an accounting of the last evening of the last day of my three and one-half weeks journey through Italy...This evenings affair took place in Roma.
A Roman Sexventure
So we met at this Joint called 'Phoenix' it's on the Plaza Manfredo Fanti...just across the short part of the plaza sort of in the middle of the block. Ya know a black door, with The word Phoenix carefully stenciled on it's top sash...and next to it, a buzzer button waiting to pushed to gain entry. I did, and I was in in a flash. (In italy all Men's Clubs and Bars honor a common membership card that can be purchased at any of the clubs in Rome...you buy it and you're in...in any or all of the clubs for one year.) I showed'em my membership card, said my bonjourno's to the guy at the front counter and was buzzed into it's inner sanctum. I got a beer at the bar and scouted the joint for any potentials. A couple here and there but I had just arrived and so I found a kewl spot to park it. It was the top step of a two step entryway that abutted a closed and bolted door. It was kinda dark but the light from the adjoining room was enough to see and be see. I was wearing black...jeans and a tight Ginnie-T. The hankee in my pocket was white. With a yellow paisley. Make of that what you will. This 5"10ish Armani model type saunters past me sporting a nice piece. Without turning, he back-tracked, stopping directly in front of me. Saying nothing he turned and took out his really nice, uncut, cock. He took a step forward and I leaned into him...swallowing whole and thoroughly, his thick undulating piece. It went in deep, I constricted my throat muscles so as to tempt him to stay and visit for a while. His dick tasted ok but there wasn't any current running through his well veined cock. I sucked him for a bit longer and encouraged him to move on. I thought for a moment after that, that perhaps I had made a mistake and that an Armani model, although not my ideal model, is better perhaps, than the one toed dwarf & myself, that might be the only two humans left in the club at 4am when it closed. Well that didn't happen. This dude was standing, watching suck video's in adjoining room. I had noticed him the previous evening in another club called 'Hangar. Last evening he was chatting with friends and while seemingly unavailable, was very attractive and emitted this keen aura of manly desire. I was hungry and thirsty and more than willing to oblige that desire. He is 2 meters ( 6'tall), a very nice, solid build, with a great face, bearded with soft hair that brushed comfortably along my face as his lips made their way to mine...we kissed. I melted into him as I tasted his siliva mixing with my own...I swallowed...he tasted right. His energy ran through his tongue and down my throat. We kissed for endless moments and I caressed his body as I slid ever so slowly to the place where my face met his beautiful dick. Uncut, undulating, thick and he spoke in words in Italian that easily translated although I spoke not a word in his language. He spoke of desire, of need, of passion. I wanted so badly to make love to him through his cock. As he entered his piece into my mouth, deeper and deeper reaching for the core of my being he began to discharge a warm steady flow of pre-cum that sent me into a state of complete abandon. Allesandro your cock is perfection. I felt as if your cock had found it's home, warm, comfortable, intriguing, excitable, reliable. Ready to shoot you asked me if I wanted to eat your cum. I did. You came and I was in heaven on earth. I came. As things had it I was free the next evening...my last in Roma, and he asked if I'd like to spend it with him. Even if I wanted to resist his advances I would have been unable to do so. I was enslaved to his desires. I wanted more of him...as much of him as he wanted to give me. We exchanged numbers and places and I phoned him at the predetermined time and and arranged to meet him at his home at 10:15 that evening.
Buono Noche Arturo