Steve and Mario's Trip to Italy by Awesome Art
Chapter 1 - Introducing Mario
High school graduation day was finally here and Steve and Mario were awaiting the respective decisions of their parents. The guys had decided that what they really wanted was to travel to Italy to see Mario's grandmother and other relatives and explore Tuscany and neighboring areas.
For Mario's family who lived very modestly, this was a big financial commitment. Mario was the oldest of five children and deserved whatever the family could possibly afford. He had been the perfect son and paved the way for all the other children to follow. Each child is his turn excelled in academics and then in his specialty. Mario was the musical one and sang like an angel. The music teacher quickly learned of his skills and also that he had a wonderful natural stage presence. By the senior year he had become the major soloist in the school choir and the lead in several musical productions.
Steve's family was much more affluent and they only had two children to send to college so money was not the problem. Steve's mother had never been separated from her children for more than a few days at camp and that was painful. So the thought of her son flying across the ocean to a strange land with people who didn't even speak English was a giant concern. The only reason that she would even consider it was that she adored and respected Mario and his family.
So at the party in Steve's backyard after the ceremony, the boys each received a plain envelope and they opened them together. That was followed by two screams of joy and the two hugging and jumping for joy. The trip was on.
Mario
Oh my god!! We're really going. It's a dream come true-three weeks in Tuscany with my best buddy. I've read enough of these "nifty" stories that I know what everyone is picturing-a non-stop orgy of hot sweaty sex. Well, that sounds great to me but I know it won't happen. Steve is my best friend but he is painfully straight. Not only that, he is going steady with Anne Marie who is probably my second best buddy in the world.
Anne Marie is a stunning blonde junior at our school and she happens to be my leading lady in West Side Story which we just finished performing about a month ago. If I had been so inclined, she would be number one on my list and I'd probably have to duel Steve for her affections (not really).
As you've probably surmised by now, I'm gay. This was not an easy thing for me to acknowledge since I am after all the perfect son and my parents will be waiting anxiously for the pitter patter of little grandchildren's feet. Nevertheless, after several years of dating and engaging in the normal teen guy chatter about hot woman, it suddenly dawned on me that the times I was really turned on was when I was in the locker room after practice and all the studly athletes were stripping, showering, and hopefully playing a little grab ass.
Of course, number one on my list is Steve. He is a strikingly handsome guy and when he strips down, every revealed inch is a thrill. Steve is right at six feet and is all muscle. His hair is wavy strawberry blonde and I know the color is true since it repeats on his chest, on his legs and arms, and in his crotch. If you think of a young Robert Redford with perfect complexion, that's Steve.
In the showers I have learned to curb my erections until I can get away by myself and dream of ravaging his gorgeous body. Now, I know that won't happen but I can dream. Steve and I became fast friends our sophomore year at Lincoln high and then proceeded to schedule ourselves into all the same college prep courses and extracurricular activities. My strength is music where I shine, but Steve has a nice voice and enjoys the choir too. Steve is the real athlete although I too play on the football, basketball, and baseball teams with him.
Before my junior year, I was the frustrated virgin. I managed to buy a couple porn magazines in Chicago that I had cleverly hidden away and brought out only when I was alone at home. These mags were not gay publications but I lucked out in picking a couple that showed naked, hot, and hung men as well as the usual bimbos. Shortly after getting these magazines, I happened upon nifty.org on the internet. Between these two acquisitions, I was able to relieve myself whenever needed and started to learn some exciting things about my body.
In desperation one day, looking for something, anything to stick up my overheated ass, I came upon a nicely shaped toothbrush handle. With a little Vaseline, I was able to slip it in and when I hit what I learned later was my prostate; I saw stars and exploded all over my bed. After that I've scowered the house for anything that looks something like a nice hard cock. I graduated to a cheese cutter handle, then a small cucumber, and finally a prized dildo.
Then one night after a tough baseball practice in the fall of my junior year, I learned the joy of having sex with someone besides myself. Steve and I were a couple of the last guys in the shower and he was looking better than ever. I swore every time I saw him, his cock was getting bigger and more beautiful. Although always soft, my imagination could stretch it out and I'm sure he was topping seven inches easily. Steve announced he had to get home quickly so I was left alone in the shower. Since I was alone in the shower and the locker room was clearing out, I dreamed and slowly washed myself over and over under the warm shower. I was brought out of my dreams by a cough and looked around to see Jimmy watching me intently. I looked down and was embarrassed to see I was at half mast and pretty fully inflated.
I thought Jimmy would excuse himself or at least look away but he didn't. Instead, he said, "Lookin' good". I blushed and got out of the shower and the locker room as fast as I could. I don't know why I was so nervous. I've spent years in the locker room and Jimmy was the one cruising me. And, by the way, I look pretty good. I am six feet and about 190, dark complexion to go with my ancestry, and of course, that nice Italian sausage.
I rushed home and beat off like a crazy man. Although I mostly visualized Steve performing for me, Jimmy also was in my dream. It then occurred to me that Jimmy was often in the shower with Steve and me and he always seemed to linger. I then remembered several times when I caught him staring at my cock or ass or whatever was turned his way. Maybe there were possibilities and I knew I couldn't go through life without contact with another guy. Jimmy wasn't Steve but he was a good looking guy. Whereas, Steve had the ruddy complexion that goes with his blonde hair, Jimmy was darkly tanned and had thick curly dark brown hair. Surprisingly his eyes were quite light, maybe green or hazel.
Since Jimmy had made the "first move," it was up to me to let the relationship develop a little. Anyway, Steve was getting so involved with Anne Marie that our time together was not what it used to be. I remembered that Jimmy worked at Arby's until 9 on the weekends, so I just happened to stop in there on Friday night. Jimmy glowed when he saw me and I hung around the counter chatting with him and finally asked him if he wanted a ride home since I had wheels tonight and he was not 16 yet.
It was a gorgeous warm autumn evening so we decided to head to the Fox River Park and chat for a little. We sat on the park bench talking about all the kids at school and who was doing whom. I didn't realize what a fun guy Jimmy was and was feeling very relaxed and comfortable. After about fifteen minutes, I felt his hand on my thigh and when I didn't resist, he slowly kneaded my thigh, then stroked my leg, and finally felt my crotch. By then, I was hard as a rock and he enjoyed tracing the shaped of my cock and balls through the loose material of my gym shorts. We didn't say anything but were both groaning softly in recognition of the new thrill. Then I felt Jimmy slip the material up and push my tighty whities aside as he went for the flesh. He told me to lay back and soon I felt his hot mouth surrounding my raging cock head. I had never felt anything so wonderful in my life. He gently rolled my balls in his hand as he sucked more and more of me into his mouth. Well, with my state of inexperience and state of overheating, I started shooting almost immediately without giving him a warning. I was surprised when he didn't jump away but proceeded to suck every drop of my cum down his throat.
When I recovered I began to wonder what was expected of me next since I was really unprepared for this event. Jimmy to the rescue. He said he needed to get home right away. It was then that I saw that he had slipped his pants down while he worked on me and that there was a large pool of cum right in front of his knees. I don't know what inspired me but I leaned over and planted a wet kiss on his lips. Jimmy looked shocked but responded beautifully as we probed each others mouths for a few hot minutes. We quickly dressed and I drove him home in silence.
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