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My sons aching back

After several months of working as a server for a high end restaurant, my son, Anthony, had been experiencing some fairly severe back pain. He was on his feet eight hours a day, toting heavy plates laden with food, making numerous runs to the kitchen and rarely having a moment to rest. He usually worked the most active shift that started at 4:00 PM., but this day he had worked the morning shift, so he got home at 2:00 PM.

It was the middle of summer and he came home this one day hot, tired and in serious pain. After having reared five children to adulthood, this one child was the only one left at home, even though he was the eldest. When he was adopted at the age of 12 by my now ex-wife and me, he was a tangle of emotional baggage that weighed his spirits down terribly, but by the time he was 26, he was happy and content to stay home with me, the man he called Ta.

Anthonyís Filipino and Swiss heritage ensured that he would carry a unique combination of characteristics including a height of 5í8", a slight, muscular frame, dark caramel skin and medium brown, wavy hair with deep green eyes. His body was moderately hairy and he began losing the hair on his head in his late teens. He looked nothing like me with my Mexican and Italian heritage, thick, black hair, mocha brown eyes, and milk chocolate skin. My body was short and thickly muscled from years of physical activity. His smile was beautiful and his laughter was rich and came so easily. His playful nature kept our home light and active. His brothers and sisters loved him immeasurably.

By the time it was just him and me in our home; we had found our routine and built a loving, participatory environment. There was nothing we wouldnít talk about. We played music, watched television, and worked on his Baja bug together. He was a good friend in addition to being my son.

As Anthony lay down on my bed to watch television in the only room with direct air conditioning, he indicated how sore his back was. He asked if I had a Tylenol. I said sure. He knew I had given massages to others before as part of my spiritual healing work. He knew people who had told him what magical hands I had, so being comfortable enough with me to ask, he requested one of my massages. Not thinking a thing of it, I turned off the television, put on some relaxing music and turned down the lights in the room agreeing to try and relieve some of my sonís physical pain. I told him that his work clothes were not conducive to a good massage, so he went into his room and changed into red nylon running shorts that had a slits up both sides. He had nothing on underneath as I could see by the way his heavy package flopped around as he came bounding into the room.

By the time we got around to the massage, it was 5:00 PM. The sun was still shining brightly, but we had the blinds closed so that it was fairly dark in the room. I climbed onto the queen sized bed with my bottle of baby oil to begin the massage. No sooner had I put my hands on his back that he began alternating between purring and groaning from the tight muscles being opened up. I stroked his neck and shoulders, shoulder blades and on either side of his spine. I massaged his arms and hands and fingers. As I moved down toward his lower back I was very careful not to go too low so that he didnít get uncomfortable. The waist band rode just below his belly button, so that left a lot of his lower back unexposed. He said that his pain was lower on his back so I asked him if I could lower the waistband of his shorts. He said, "Sure." I eased them down so that just the crack of his ass was covered by the red, flimsy fabric. As I was moving the shorts down, I got a glimpse of Anthonyís ass. I hadnít realized just how hairy it was before. It was lightly furred with dark brown hair. The muscles in his ass were round and firm. I couldnít believe how much I had wanted to touch his orbs in that moment, but I simply erased the idea from my head and continued with my loving ministrations.

As I worked lower on his back, he kept adjusting his position on the bed. He would lift his hips, reach under himself, shift himself around and lay back down. I wasnít immediately aware of why he was doing that.

"My legs are really sore, too, Ta. Can you massage them, as well?"

I understood completely that oneís legs would hurt as well as oneís back after the strenuous work he did. I began with his feet and slowly worked my way up his ankles, calves, knees and thighs. As I reached his upper thighs I realized I was caught in a dilemma. His shorts did not have very long legs on them and the slit made them appear that much shorter. I figured if I simply massaged the areas not covered by fabric I would be safe.

As I made my way upward, though, Anthony lifted the legs of the shorts up a bit, communicating to me that he wanted the massage to go as high as it could. He then spread his legs slightly confirming for me that he wasnít wearing any kind of underwear at all and exposing his scrotum to me from behind. As my hands made their way up his thighs I figured I would go as high as I could until his body responded in a way that showed me he was getting uncomfortable. I reached the very top of his thigh where it met his glutes. I could feel him pushing his ass against my hands instead of clinching it away. My fingers reached between his legs and found their way in the crease between his nut sac and his leg. He was quietly moaning his appreciation for my attention.

"Iím realizing just how much my ass muscles hurt, too."

Without another word, I reached into his shorts from the bottom and began massaging his firm melons. Each hand had one side of his behind in them. I even spread his cheeks apart a little bit to see how Anthony would respond. Anthony simply let it happen. He had begun perspiring a little bit. I didnít know if it was the heat outside or his internal temperature elevating. He surprised me when he reached for the waistband of his shorts and slid them off his hips. They were still covering his manhood in front of him, but his beautiful ass was completely exposed.

"Iím at a really bad angle here, Anthony. Iím going to straddle one of your legs to get a better pressure."

"No problem, Ta."

I climbed over his leg. As I moved into the new position I realized I was as hard as a rock. My cock was already leaking precum into my own shorts. He had his back to me, so I knew he couldnít see, but I was growing thicker and longer by the minute now. I even found myself rub my cock on his legs as I massaged his sweet behind.

As I worked his glutes, I ran my fingers along his crack, opening up the hairy crevice. With each pass, I let my fingers drift closer to his tight rosebud. I knew that Anthony had never been with a man before and that nothing had passed into that hole. I fought with everything I had not to make any sexual advance toward him. He was my son, after all; even though he was not related to me by blood.

I couldnít fight the feelings much longer. I had to put my hands between his legs. I told him there was a tendon between his legs that needed to be stretched a bit, so I put my hands on either side of his balls and pushed his legs outward. I could feel his hard root, belying the rigidity of his cock, as my thumbs brushed between his nuts and asshole. I again felt Anthony pushing his perineum into my hands. This was all I could handle.

"I hope you feel better, now, Anthony," I said as I started to get off the bed.

"Wait, Ta, you havenít done my chest yet."

With that he turned over, exposing his hard nipples and steely 8" cock covered by this slinky, now wet, nylon fabric.

I reached up and began rubbing his chest, grazing his nipples with the palms of my hands and my thumbs. His dark brown nubs became harder with each pass. He even pumped his hips a little bit as I repeated the pressure on his chest. I massaged his wonderfully developed pectorals, eliciting more pre-cum from him as I did this. The front of his shorts was soaked and I could see his cock throbbing through the now nearly invisible fabric. As I worked my way down his abdominals and sides, his humping movements from his hips became more pronounced. The way he was sliding on the bed made his shorts ride lower and lower on his hips, exposing the top ridge of his pubic hair. It also made his cock stand up straighter toward the ceiling. He was huge. Soon, his rod was so engorged that the base of it was showing in the space between his waistband and his bush.

As I worked my hands farther and farther south on his stomach, I reached his pubic mound. All my resolve had disappeared. I pushed my hands into his shorts, Anthonyís eyes closed, his breathing getting more ragged with each passing moment. My fingers encircled his cock at the base. The tips of my fingers reached between his legs, massaging his balls as I began stroking the lower portion of his dick. There was no turning back now. My hands slid up his shaft, lifting his shorts off his now raging hard-on and grazing the corona of his velvety brown dick.

His moan was now one of passion and anticipation. After several strokes, I leaned forward and allowed his entire cock to slide into my mouth.

"TaÖ" was all Anthony could muster.

I applied firm, loving pressure from my tongue and lips as I began the piston like action on his cock. It wasnít too long before I was rewarded with a gallon of thick, sweet and sour cum from my son. His orgasm was so intense he began bucking against my face with each ejaculation. He could barely breathe.

After I had swallowed his last drop of juice, he took a deep sigh. I was so afraid that our relationship had been damaged irreparably with this level of intimacy.

"Iíve wanted this for so long, Ta. I never imagined, though, just how wonderful this would be."

He slid off his shorts all together now, sat up and kissed me deeply on the lips.

"Your turn, Ta."

Much to my surprise, Anthony rolled over onto his stomach and said, "I think you need to work on my back some more. It would probably be easier if you straddled my hips while you did it."

I knew exactly what he wanted at this point. I climbed on top on him and reached over to massage his back again. I let the baby oil drip onto his back and then rubbed the oil into my hands so they would be very slippery. I again worked my way down his back, more quickly this time, until they reached his fuzzy orbs. I allowed my fingers to more firmly graze his sphincter this time. The oiliness of my fingers allowed one of them to gently push its way into his opening. He rolled his eyes back in his head and moaned deeply as I shoved my first finger as far up as I could. I finger fucked him for a little while with this finger before removing it and replacing it with my thumb and then my middle finger and then my first two fingers. When I felt he was ready, I moved myself further up his body and allowed my own stiff cock to slide up and down his ass crack. My precum was making the lubrication process perfect for our union. It wasnít too long before I allowed the tip of my cock to press against his opening. We had enjoyed so much foreplay that it wasnít any effort at all to slide my dick inside my beautiful son, even though I was fully 8 Ĺ very thick inches of manhood.

I began riding his backside with deep, gentle strokes. With each one, Anthony groaned and called out his name for me, "TaÖ TaÖ TaÖ"

Before I wanted it to, my own orgasm began in earnest. My thrusts became more intense and I began pummeling Anthony so hard that I could feel the bed nearly giving way underneath him. I pulled my shaft out enough for the ridge of my cockhead to press against his canal opening. Then, I would shove my cock inside him more deeply, massaging his prostate over and over again while his again hard dick rubbed against the sheets.

The burst came volcanically out of my rigid pole. Volley after volley of my cum battering the inside of his love canal; his climax maximizing my pleasure as well as his.

Soon our breathing returned to normal as we lay in each others arms. I had kissed my son a thousand times, but never in the way we were kissing in this moment. We expressed our love and how much we both felt enriched by this new level of intimacy between us.

We repeated this scene time and time again for several years until he left for the Navy. I miss my son very, very much for so many reasons.

Adam and the gymnast

Eighteen year old Adam Higgins had never expressed much interest in gymnastic. True it was his favorite thing to do in his high school gym class. But, that was simply because it came easy to him. With his lean wiry build and unusually flexible body he was a natural. Still he had never expressed much interest in the sport outside of it getting him an easy A in gym. That is to say he never expressed much interest until he met his father's friend Ricardo.

Ricardo had been boyhood friends with Adam's father, Eric, since childhood. Shortly after graduating high school Ricardo married and moved away. Now at fifty years of age Ricardo had just gone through a messy divorce and was moving back to town to start over, so to speak. He had been teaching gymnastics most of his adult life and when an opening came up at the local university he grabbed the chance to come back home.

The minute Adam got one look at Ricardo he knew he had to have him. He was just the type of man Adam loved. Adam had a thing for older men there was no doubt about that. And Ricardo's dark Latin looks were almost too much for the teen to bear. Ricardo wore his hair very short. It was black but sprinkled with grey. A look Adam found very sexy. He also wore a small mustache which Adam also found very sexy. And at fifty the man was built better than most twenty-five-year olds. He had a lean muscular build from all his years of both doing and teaching gymnastics.

As soon as Adam found out that Ricardo had gotten permission from the university to use the gym after hours to give private lessons Adam knew he had to get some "private" lessons from his father's sexy friend. And Adam had the distinct impression that Ricardo would enjoy these "private" lessons as much as he would. There was something in the handshake, the way he held on to Adam's hand just a few seconds longer than socially acceptable when Mr. Higgins introduced his son to his friend. There was something in the way he held Adam's gaze a few seconds longer than socially acceptable as he said, "I'm very please to me you, Adam." There was even something in the inflection of his voice. And even his smile seemed somehow seductive to the teen.

Adam begged his father for lessons from Ricardo, all the while thinking that he would love to teach Ricardo a thing or two. Eric finally agreed to let his son take lessons from Ricardo. But, Ricardo would not hear of accepting any money for teaching his friend's son. And that is how Adam came to develop an interest in Gymnastics.

Adam's first lesson was to be Monday evening at 7:00 after the gym had closed for the day. Adam showed up wearing a pair of jeans that were impossibly tight. Adam knew his assets and loved to show them off. The jeans clung to his extra large booty showing every curve and leaving little to the imagination. His tight white T clung to his lean muscular chest and showed off his chiseled abs. His dark hair hung down seductively over one eye. His deep blue eyes sparkled in contrast to his thick dark hair. These were definitely not clothes one would wear to practice gymnastics. But, Adam had a different kind of sport in mind.

Ricardo who was dressed in sweats and a T-shirt greeted Adam and told him that he should change into his gym clothes.

Feigning stupidity Adam replied, "Oh, no. I knew I forgot something. I didn't bring a change of clothes." This he followed with a coy look at Ricardo.

"Well, Adam how did you expect to work out in those clothes. Those jeans are way too tight!" said Ricardo somewhat annoyed.

"Weeeellll. We will be alone right?"

"Yes. But..."

"Well, if it's okay with you I could... never mind."

"What.", snapped Ricardo becoming annoyed.

"Well, it's a crazy idea but I was gonna say I could work out in just my underwear if your sure we won't be disturbed. But it was a silly idea," said Adam once again playing innocent.

By this point Ricardo was beginning to see what was happening. His old friend's son was trying to seduce him. Ricardo liked this game and decided to continue playing it. He was no longer angry but decided to act like he was to further the game along. "Well, I guess you have no choice young man, now do you!? My time is valuable and I won't have you wasting it so get on with it. Strip down to your under pants!"

"Yes, sir," said Adam smiling as he turned his back to Ricardo and began to disrobe.

Adam undid his jeans and began to wiggle his super sized buns out of them. Ricardo watched from behind as the teen peeled away the denim from his full backside. Once the jeans were over his massive bubble butt they slide off with ease. His white T-shirt hung down covering the top 4/5 of his big booty.

From under the T Ricardo could see the youth's well tanned bottom spilling out from the leg bands of his skimpy red cotton bikini briefs. Then Adam pulled the shirt up over his head revealing just how skimpy his briefs really were. The sides of the sexy under garment were no more than 1/2 inch wide, if that. The leg bands rode up high on the man-boy's ass allowing more ass flesh to spill out than it actually covered.

Adam tossed the T shirt aside and looked back over his shoulder at his father's friend smiling seductively. He then turned to face the man 32 years his senior. Ricardo's eyes widened as he saw the young man's manhood fighting to break free from the small cotton under garment. Adam's thick cock and large low hanging nuts made the underwear hang low in front revealing the slightest bit of his well trimmed pubes.

Ricardo cleared his throat, "That underwear is at least two sizes too small and they're kind of revealing. Don't you think?"

Continuing his flirtatious game Adam replied, "I know, sir. I'm sorry. I never expected to have to strip down in front of anyone. I had no idea anybody would see me in them. If you prefer I can get dressed." Adam bent over pretending to reach for his jeans knowing full well Ricardo would find some excuse to have him stay dressed just as he was. As the well tanned eighteen year old bent over his miniscule bikini rode up revealing more of his bulbous bubble butt to the horny older man.

Ricardo wasn't stupid. He knew this was a lie. He knew that Adam had pick out this specific pair of underwear because he did know he would be stripping down and that he would be seen in them. He also knew the kid didn't want to cover up his hot body any more than Ricardo wanted him too so he continued to play the young man's game. "Well, that's your problem not mine. Your jeans are way too tight for you to be able to do the kind of stretching you'll be doing so you'll just have to remain in those little briefs. Now my time is valuable so let's get moving! Get to the center of the gym!"

Adam obeyed heading to the center of the gym. Ricardo watched as the boy's cock and balls bounced up and down in the thin material of the well stretched under pants. Adam passed Ricardo who followed close behind watching the kid's voluptuous ass jiggle like gelatin with each step.

Once in the center of the gym Ricardo ordered Adam to bend at the waist and touch his toes without bending his knees. Adam did as instructed. Ricardo watched as the scant red bikini rode further up the teens ass crack over his massive ass mounds.

Adam would bend and then straighten over and over. The first five times he did this just as he had been instructed without bending his knees. The sixth time however, he bent them slightly. Ricardo saw this and without warning, CRACK, he smacked Adam's plump boy buttocks. By this time the scant little bikini was wedged so far up the youth's ass it resembled a thong.

As Ricardo's hand met Adam's ass his fleshy ass globes quivered and bounced. Adam let out a yelp and Ricardo told him that each time he bent his knees he'd get another whack.

Catching onto Ricardo's game from this point on Adam bent his knees each time he bent over. And each time he'd straighten Ricardo's hand would make contact with his well padded bottom. Red hand prints covered the teens rear end until there were so many that his ass looked like one glowing red mass. By the end of the "exercise" each man had raging hardons.

Next Ricardo had Adam do a full split. Adam slowly spread his legs wider and wider until they were spread to the limit and his ass cheeks touched the floor. The Ricardo told him to bounce.

Adam began to bounce as instructed. It was quite an erotic picture to see the teen bouncing up and down wearing practically nothing. Adam grunted and groaned as he bounced looking and sounding like a whore in heat. All the while Ricardo just watched enjoying the private show.

Next Adam was told to do a forward roll. He did the first successfully wedging his underwear deeper between his mountains of ass. Maybe it was the fact that the underwear was stretched to the limit. Maybe it was all the stretching or maybe it was a combination of both but the next forward roll Adam did was too much for the small garment. There was a loud RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPP as both sides of the under pants gave way and fell free as Adam continued to roll. Now Adam landed naked on his face, legs spread wide, his large shaved nuts on display between his thighs for his father's buddy to see.

Adam feigned embarrassment as he rolled over and made a show of trying to cover his engorged cock with his hands as he stood up, "I'm sorry, sir. I can't believe that just happened."

Ricardo slapped the teen's hands away from his semi erect prick. "No, time for modesty, boy! Like I said before, I won't have you wasting my time. You'll just have to finish your lesson in the nude!"

"Yes, sir!" replied the young man with a wicked grin.

Ricardo ordered Adam to lie on his back and pull his knees back behind him so that they would touch the mat next to his head. Adam did as instructed pulling his knees back next to his ears. As he did Ricardo stood over him watching as his plump ass cheeks spread revealing his tight puckered pink anus.

Adam now had his knees next to his ears on the mat and his cock was in his own face, resting on his lips. Seductively he parted his lips and licked the head of his prick slowly. His eyes locked with the man old enough to be his father.

At this point both men knew all pretenses were off. Eyes still locked Ricardo whispered "Suck it. Suck your teen cock for me, boy."

This was a trick Adam had done many times in the privacy of his own room, But, never under anyone else's watchful eye. But, he obeyed, licking the head of his own cock then taking the head in his mouth. As Adam began to suck himself off Ricardo began to run his thumb along the youth's asshole.

"That's it you fuckin' cock tease suck that teen prick off," growled Ricardo with abandon lust.

Adam took more of his own meat in his mouth. He was incredibly aroused having his father's friend watch him pleasure himself. And the dirty talk was driving him wild.

"Yeah, suck it, pervert. Suck that thick meat. You like havin' you Dad's friend watch don't you? You fuckin' slut!"

Adam shook his head yes as he gobbled his eighteen year old cock. He loved being watched almost as much as he enjoyed having this sexy older man treat him like the slut he was.

Ricardo began to rim the teen's ass as Adam continued sucking his own schlong. The older man worked his tongue in deep and Adam moaned. But, his moan was stifled by his own cock. Ricardo's tongue raped the boy's hole as Adam continued to deep throat himself.

Finally it was too much. Adam let out a loud muffled moan as his tool exploded in his mouth; like he always did when he was alone the youth tried to swallow all of his own seed. But, his cock was gushing out sweet salty spunk so fast it was impossible. Ricardo watched as the thick white goo poured out the corners of the young man's mouth and dribbled down his chin.

Adam continued to lap himself like a dog until he had licked up every last drop of his own spunk. Ricardo rose to his feet, the front of his sweat pants were covered in his own load of spunk, which he had shot as he was eating out his friend's son.

Ricardo cracked Adam's still red ass and told him to hit the showers. He then reminded the boy, with a wink, that their next "practice" was the following Monday at 7:00 and it was uniform optional.

Travel to Sicily

My name is Jeff and when I was 18, after graduating high school and before starting college, I went to Italy by myself to do some solo traveling for a few weeks before meeting up with friends later in the trip. I had learned a bunch of Italian in high school, and was looking forward to immersing myself in the language to really learn it. I was nervous though too, as I had never traveled alone, and was going to have to negotiate everything in a language I only knew in the classroom!

I started off in Sicily. I aimed for a small town literally underneath a volcano that, according to my guide book, had a pretty good youth hostel. It was in late May (my private high school graduates early), so there were very few travelers, and I was actually one of the few people at the hostel. I got in late the first day and just wanted to check in and crash. The guy at the desk that night was surprised to see anybody checking in that late and actually seemed excited to have some business. He spoke English well and took a lot of time to show me the place, where my room was, and where I could put my bags. He seemed nice enough, older than me, in his late 30s-early 40s, in shape and just starting to go gray around the sides. He asked if I wanted anything to eat or drink and I was actually pretty hungry so I said sure. He lead me to a small kitchen off the main entrance and actually made me a small sandwich and gave me an orange "Fanta". Fanta was big in Italy I guess. I gulped it down while he talked some more about the town. He was very friendly and put me totally at ease.

In a prolonged pause in the conversation I said, "Well I guess I'll take the keys now and go to bed."

He looked embarrassed that he hadn't given me the keys yet, and handed them to me, saying goodnight. I was the only person in my 8-bunk room and I just put my stuff away and crashed.

The next day I did some sight-seeing, and ended up getting back to the hostel in the late afternoon. I was expecting to meet other travelers, people to hang out with, maybe hit a bar or something, but the only other people there were some hard-core mountain hikers from Portugal that were setting up for a big backpacking trek. Needless to say, we didn't have much in common. I ended up grabbing some dinner from a grocery store and watching TV, alone, in the common room for the evening trying to understand what was being said in the weird Italian game-shows.

As it got dark, I was getting kind of bored. What was I thinking traveling 1/2-way around the world alone? I was plain bored without anybody to hang out with. I heard the front door open and all though I couldn't see anything, I heard what sounded like the check-in guy from last night's voice. I guess he was coming on again for the evening desk shift. He rustled around with a few things and walked into the common room.

"Oh hello!" He said in Italian and seemed pleasantly surprised to see me. I smiled and said hello back. He started talking to me and I thought that this would be a great chance to practice my the very least it was something to do. I told him (in Italian) that I was traveling and where I wanted to go in Sicily and how I was kind of bored and looking forward to meeting up with my friends in a few weeks. He humored me and spoke back in very slow, simple, easy-to-understand Italian. His name was Nico and we were getting along pretty good, he was a totally cool guy and was being really friendly, even offering to drive me at some point to the various places I wanted to see in Sicily! He talked about how he owned several businesses in town and that the hostel was one of them. He took the evening shift here sometimes to go over all the book-keeping. He was into hiking, cycling, and mountain climbing. The conversation drifted quiet and out of nowhere he invited me to a party that his friends were having that night in town! I was actually pretty tired by that point, and despite my earlier boredom, I declined. I didn't want to be all awkward in a room full of Italian people. The thought did cross my mind though that this cool athletic Italian guy might know some hot Italian girls. He said it was my loss and went back to the front desk and I kept watching TV until I went to bed.

The next day I did some hiking up on the Volcano. It was a great day and I was tired and dirty when I got back to the hostel. Again, there was no one around so I ate dinner from the same place I did the day before and started watching TV. Nico came in again that evening and I found myself glad to see him...he was kind of my only friend there. We talked a bit and I mentioned that I was really sore from the hike. He said that he had some well-tested post-hike stretch routines he always did. He sat on the floor near the couch and started to show them to me. I didn't want to be rude and figured it might actually help. So, I got off the couch and sat on the rug next to him, trying to mimic his poses. He had some reverse figure 4 thing going on, with one leg out straight, and the other bent and pulled behind him. I was kind of embarrassed at first because his shorts weren't all that long and stretched out like that they didn't do much to hide his anatomy. I tried to do it with him but I wasn't quite getting my leg around. He moved over and put his hands gently on my thigh and ankle to move it. I didn't think much of it as I figured this was Italy; straight guys hug and kiss and stuff here...when in Rome right? He let his hands linger just to the point where I was feeling weird though and then he let go.

"Good, that's right," he said as he got up, "Work on that a bit and you won't be sore tomorrow." His hand was on my leg though just long enough to weird me out. I started thinking...was Nico gay? He didn't really seem it, I mean, not like the gay guys you see on TV and stuff...all flamboyant and with a lisp. He seemed really manly. But what was with the near-caress and all this special attention? Was he coming on to me? I had never been hit on by a guy before and while my head totally rejected the idea and I quickly pushed it out of my mind...a part of me was strangely flattered! I was as straight as they come, played varsity basketball, and never even looked at another guy before. While I had sex with a 2 chicks in high school, I was looking forward to all the freshman pussy I was going to get in college! I erased any gay thougths from my mind and went back to my room to take a much needed shower.

As I undressed for the shower, I couldn't help but think that if Nico was gay he would probably love to watch me shower. I mean, why wouldn't a gay guy want to hit on me? I was lean, tall, not with bulging muscles, but toned anyway. I didn't have much hair on my body, save for a little happy train from my belly button down to my pubic hair, and I don't know if gay guys like smooth guys or what... wait, what was I thinking! Why do I care what gay guys like or not? I pushed the thoughts out my head and soaped up and rinsed off, letting the hot water cascade off me, lingering a little. It felt strangely good to be naked and alone in Italy with nobody who knew me around for 1000 miles. I quickly pushed more thoughts out of my head about if Nico was thinking about me being naked and alone as well.

After the shower, I grabbed this journal I had bought and went back to the common room to write in it about my trip so far. I was sitting at a desk when Nico came back into the room and said he was going home.

He said, "You really missed a good time last night Jeff, it was one of those nights..." I nodded and did feel pretty bad for not taking the chance to really experience Italian culture and nightlife.

I said, "Maybe next time..I was just too tired." He said sure but then he walked over and did something I completely did not expect....

He put his hand of my knee, ran it up my thigh about 6 inches and said, "Really, you should, I think you would have a great time.." I completely froze. I was totally freaked out.

Nothing like that had ever happened to me before and I barely managed to stammer out a semi-polite, obviously uncomfortable, "Uh, yeah, uh, ok."

He smiled and said, "Ci vediamo Jeff." He winked while he gave my upper thigh a squeeze and left.

I was turning somersaults inside. I was alone in the common room...and I had definitely just been hit on by a gay guy! I went over it again in my head, my emotions all over the place. I had no problem with gay guys but never was made the object of affection by one before! I felt weired-out on one hand but downright flattered on the other. I quickly closed the journal and went back to my empty 8 bunk room. I sat down on my bed and started to put my things away. I had this incredibly dirty but sexy feeling come over me and in spite of myself I started feeling horney! I tried to suppress it but as I was changing out of my clothes to go to bed, and being all alone, having just been hit on...being made to feel wanted. I started getting fucking hard! I couldn't believe this. I wasn't gay! The desk was closed for the night, so I knew that I had the big empty room to myself and I couldn't help but start to give into the dirty sexy feelings I was having. A gay guy, who I'm sure has been with many other guys, wanted my body! I shut off the lights, locked the door, and stood there just in my white briefs. I just stood in the room, getting harder by the second, imagining that Nico was watching me and that he would love to see my big cock that I was actually really proud of. I couldn't believe I was letting myself go like this...I mean, I wasn't gay right??!! No one who knew anything about me within 1000miles and I just went with it. I walked over to one of the other bunks in the room, sort of knelt down on it, arching my back to stick out my ass. I started to pull off my briefs, peeling them down past my little ass until they were around my knees. I bent over feeling the sweet night air swirl around my cock, balls, and exposed ass. That's what gay guys like right. That's what they want...a nice young ass bent over for them. That's what Nico wants right? It felt so fucking hot to have my ass spread, totally naked on the other side of the world, hard as a fucking rock. I rolled onto my back, took my briefs completely off, and spread my legs bringing my knees back exposing my ass more. I let my hand wander down under my balls and it found the place I had never touched like this before. It took about 4 seconds after that, and while rubbing my little ass hole for the first time, alone and naked in a foreign country, I brought myself to the biggest orgasm I had ever had, my hot cum exploding all over the bed spread in a torrent of pleasure. I just stayed there after, quiet and heaving for a minute or two. I was totally exhausted and after flipping over the severely stained bedspread, I climbed into my bunk.

The next day when I woke up, what had happend last night felt like a dream. It didn't even seem real. My briefs lying next to the empty bunk and its flipped bedspread were the only evidence. As the clouds cleared and I got ready for the day I was wondering what I would do if he was working again that night. I didn't know what I'd let myself do if he asked me to go out. I thought, "Shit, of course I'd never do anything with another guy, I'm not gay!" But I also found myself thinking, in a very quiet, distant, but real part of my mind..."No one here knows me, no one could find anything out, and you only live once right...?"

Sure enough, after another day of hiking and site-seeing, after some quick eats and a shower I was watching TV as Nico came on for his evening shift. He started casually chatting again and even though I was nervous as hell I tried to play it cool, like the hand on the leg thing last didn't freak me out. After a while, he said, "Hey Jeff, so my friends and I are going out again tonight...I REALLY think you should come." He almost had a knowing twinkle in his eye or something. I felt a lump in my it was, what was I going to do? A gay was asking me to go out for who the hell knows what... and what was that look in his eye?

My rational side jumped out first and I started to back out saying, "Well, I don't have anything to wear, just travel clothes." Which was true. The dark quiet side was pissed at me and I almost hoped he wouldn't let that sit. He didn't.

He said, "That's no excuse Jeff." He walked over to the couch and grabbed my arm. "You can borrow something from me my young friend." He caught me, taking away my only excuse.

"Oh I really don't want to be a burden..." I stammered.

"Relax," he said, again with that knowing twinkle, "You're going to have a good time". He locked up the desk and we left the hostel.

He took me to his place. I had the biggest butterflies of my life, especially when we were actually walking up the stairs to his place and I walked into the door that he held open for me. It was this huge stucco town-house type place with marble floors and clearly expensive leather furniture. You walked up to the main level on the second floor.

He was really nice, not assuming anything at all, and asked if I would like a drink. He mixed me something very strong and said that he was going to go take a shower and that I should go to his closet in the master bedroom on the third floor and pick out anything I'd like to wear. He said my jeans were kind of beat up and that he should have a bunch of things that I could try. He really set me at ease and after a few sips of whatever fuming concoction he made me, I was feeling pretty good. He walked down a hall and disappeared around a corner. I heard the shower go on and I wandered upstairs into his huge bedroom...a bedroom that took up the entire third floor. I let myself into the walk-in closet and starting flipping through his things. The shower was running and so I seemed to have the place to myself for the moment.

I unbuttoned my shirt and let it hang open on my shoulders. The night air felt cool on my bare chest. I undid my belt buckle and top jeans button and unzipped them, letting them hang open. I took a huge swig of the drink and let my shirt fall to the ground. The drink was really strong and I was pretty buzzed at this point, if not downright drunk. I started to flip through his clothes and my jeans just sort of fell off me as I walked deeper into the closet. I had that "drunk and taking off my clothes feeling" and it felt great. All of a sudden Nico was there in the closet door! He was wearing a towel around his waist and was dripping from the shower...which was still running downstairs.

"I forgot my shampoo" he said, with a little smirk. I instinctively pulled whatever I was holding off the rack, it happened to be a pair of leather pants, over to cover myself and got completely flushed. He was totally well built, tan, much more muscular than me. He commanded a very manly presence and made me feel kind of shrimp. He asked if I was having trouble and just came over to where I was. I held the pants I had in my hands over myself reflexively but the first thing he did was take them away from me saying, in English, "Those wont fit..." leaving me exposed in nothing but my underpants. I couldn't believe what was happening, I was standing there in another man's closet, in nothing but my underwear, while he wore nothing but a towel. I was almost shivering with nerves and excitement. I just stood stock still, blushing, looking at the ground, and he non-chalantly flipped through his clothes, water beading on his toned and tan body, inches away from me. He sighed and shook his head, and then turned to me and actually put his hand on my hip. I gulped at this touch, still staring at the ground. He then ran his hand slowly up my side saying seductively...

"Why you are so thin my young man?" He faced me head on and put both hands on my hips...sizing me up..."And such a small waist...I don't think I have anything to fit you." He stood right in front of me, holding me at my waist, letting his hands rub up and down my sides and back. My cock couldn't help but start to grow and did it grow fast! Another man was feasting on the sight of my young body and it so turned me on. He looked down to my groin, watching as my meaty cock grew under my briefs right before his eyes. I gulped down another huge swig of the drink and I slowly looked up at him, blushing and sheepish, and bit my lower lip. He smiled a dirty smile, and without a word, he slipped his hand over my huge bulge and started to rub it, define it through the thin fabric. I closed my eyes put my head back and let out a deep sigh. Another man was touching my cock and I couldn't believe how badly I wanted it! It was feeling so dirty but so good to have this older man making me feel like a total sex object. He ran his hand up my chest and started to put his fingers into my mouth. I kept my eyes closed and instinctively started to suck on his fingers, while his other hand reached back to my cloth-covered cock. I was going with it completely and was going to let this older man do whatever he wanted to me...have his way with me.

All of a sudden he said, "I saw what you in your room last night Jeff" he said. "I was watching you through a peep-hole I have set up in that room...that's why I put you in that big empty room at the end of the hall, to keep my eye on you..." I couldn't believe it...he had seen the whole thing! He probably was watching me in the shower and had seen me completely spread open, pleasuring myself and playing with my ass! A hot wave of embarrassment came over me and I kept my eyes shut, sucking on his fingers even harder. "You're just a dirty American boy aren't you Jeff? I knew that from the moment I saw you."

"Yes Nico..." I stammered, drool dripping out of my mouth as he slid his wet fingers in and out.

"I think you want to see how I have fun with young American boys Jeff....Do you want to be dirty tonight Jeff...Dirty like you were last night on the bunk?" I felt pre-cum starting to stain my briefs as he spoke to me like this.

"Yes Nico..." I said, " saw me.." I couldn't believe how fucking sexy this was to me and how badly I wanted to be this older man's dirty young slut.

"Yes, I saw you were very dirty. And you're going to be even dirtier tonight. walk slowly over to that couch in the corner Jeff." Nico said. "Slide down your little briefs just to your knees and get on all fours facing the back of the couch like you did last night." He slipped his wet fingers out of my mouth and moved to the side to let me walk past. I walked slowly towards the couch, a black leather one, a hot wave of dirtiness flowing over me, my heart skipping beats, and palms sweating. He was talking to me in the firm, confident way, controlling and seductive at the same time. I was hypnotized. I reached the couch and and leaned into it, arching my back and thrusting out my 18 year old little ass, just as I did last night.

"Mmmm, you have such a sweet little boy's ass Jeff," said Nico. I put one knee on the shiny leather cushion and looked over my shoulder as I slowly slid my tight briefs down past my smooth little ass. "That's right Jeff." said Nico, a huge bulge beginning to show under his towel. "Leave those sexy underpants around your knees. You're being such a good dirty boy for me." My heart was in my throat and I climbed onto the couch, briefs around my knees, and stuck my smooth tight little naked ass up in the air, feeling so dirty and naughty I couldn't stand it. I wondered how many young studs had gotten up on the same couch before and done dirty things with this older man. Nico was taking control of me and I needed every minute of it. My cock was rock hard and dripping pre-cum on his fancy couch. "I want you to move that little ass for me Jeff," said Nico. "Move that sweet little dirty American ass for me". I starting moving my body, exposing my ass completely for this total stranger who wanted my body.

I heard him sigh and moan and start to walk over to the couch. "You're being very good Jeff." He gave my ass a loud smack and let his hand linger, massaging and rubbing the smooth rounds of my ass. I could feel the heat of his body right behind me. I glanced back and saw a bottle of something in his hand. I heard him pop the top and felt a cool silky wetness being dripped onto my ass. I jumped a little at the surprise but Nico grabbed my waist firmly and held me in place, saying "Not so fast Jeff, I'm going to get you all ready and wet for me." I started getting sacred, thinking that I had no idea what I had got myself into, I wondered what he had planned for me...and if he knew that I had never had anything in my ass before, EVER. I was shifting around a little, starting to get scared, but then couldn't help but let out a long sigh and moan as he put the bottle down and started to rub and slide the wetness all over my dirty little ass. He let his finger start at the top of my crack and glided it down and circled it around my virgin ass hole. He then put a fresh dolop of astroglide right on my ass hole, and swirled his finger gently and lightly over my hole, teasing me and watching my ass dance for him in ecstasy. It felt completely amazing. Here was this total stranger, almost old enough to be my father, rubbing lube all over my virgin ass. It was dripping down my ass, and he was rubbing it all over, harder now, and massaging my tight balls. I was so close to coming from this, and was so turned on having a coating of slippery lube now completely covering every part of my ass and balls. He didn't touch my cock even though I was begging him to rub me off right then and there. I then felt him press on my hole a little firmer. I tensed up instinctively, but could not ignore how good it felt, and how badly I wanted something in my ass! I was scared and was taking short quick breaths, but as he pushed a little harder and his wet, slippery finger dipped into my sweet young honey hole, I relaxed and let out a long moan..

"Oooooooooohhhmmmmmmmmmmm Nico, that feels amazing...."

"That's right Jeff" Nico said, "My dirty American boy loves having his ass fingered by an older stranger...because he's a total slut," and he pulled his finger in and out slowly and completely a few times. I totally relaxed and gave way to his finger owning my ass, leaning into and biting the back of the couch as he fingered me.

He pulled his finger out and said, "Turn around Jeff. Sit on this couch and face me." I did as I was told, and turned around, seeing for the first time that Nico had let his towel fall to the floor. He stood before me completely naked, a toned, masculine body, with some wispy hairs on his chest and legs, and with his beautiful, fully erect, 8" thick cut cock right in front of me at eye level. I nestled into the couch before him, sliding my wet ass all over the smooth leather. Nico took his cock in his hands and said, "I'm going to put this cock in your mouth Jeff,and you're going to learn how to be a cock-sucking slut."

"Yes Nico," I nodded and noticed that my mouth actually watered! He climbed onto the couch, straddling me with his knees on either side of me. His massive manhood danced and bounced right in front of my face.

"Open your mouth Jeff," he said as he grabbed hold of the hair on the back of my head. I did as I was told and looked up at him expectantly and obediently. He smiled and said, "You're such a dirty boy Jeff, and I'm going to put my fucking cock in your dirty mouth." He then put the ribbed tip of his shaft on my lower ip and eased it in slowly, letting his manhood fill my wet mouth completely. I took it in as far as I thought I could, but he pushed it in further, making my gag and choke. He pulled it out and let me cough a bit before grabbing my hair and forcing it in again. Drool dribbled out of my mouth around his sweet penis and I started to move my head myself, sliding my hot wet mouth up and down his cock and taking in all the musty-manly smells I could, letting them intoxicate me further. "You're such a good little American cock sucker Jeff. "Suck my fucking dick." He was fucking my face now, banging my head against the back of the couch. My own cock, ignored at the moment, was harder than it had ever been and banged against his legs now and then as he fucked my face. He pulled out and a long line of drool and pre-cum attached my wet lower lip to the tip of his shaft before breaking off and sliding onto my chest. I licked my lips, tasting the precum and swallowing it down. I was breathing heavily and even more turned on than before and I looked up to the man who owned me right now, looking for more.

Nico smiled and grabbed his cock, wet with my saliva, and said, "Now I'm going to put this in your fucking ass." He backed off the couch and said, "Be a good dirty boy and bring your fucking legs up." He was making me do exactly what my dirty little secret side wanted to do. I drew my legs up, holding the backs of my thighs, sliding further down on the couch, astroglide from my ass all over the shiny leather. I was an eightteen-year-old alone, completely exposed for him, a total older stranger, with my sweet little ass all wet with lube and begging for his cock. I felt the head of it pressing my button-hole. He kept it there for just a moment. I wanted to slide myself onto it and was pushing my own ass towards it to increase the pressure, my own turgid member just dancing straight up. "You have such a sweet little dirty boy American ass-hole Jeff... and I'm gonna put my big fucking cock in it." With that, I felt my insides explode as he thrust his way in. It went in easy with all the lube, but the stretching was unbelievable as he slowly pushed it deeper and deeper inside me.

"Oooooooooohhhhhhh goooddd!!" I yelled, pleasure and pain exploding in my head with his hot member deep inside me. He started to thrust in and out, breathing hard as he picked up his pace. "Oh my fucking god, oh yes, oh fuck" I kept saying, with this stranger's big fucking meat owning my ass. I started to fuck him back, moving my body with each of his thrusts as he fucked me hard.

"You're a good little young slut Jeff," Nico said. "You're a good little dirty boy. I'm going to fucking cum inside you Jeff. I want you to come with me. Grab your cock with your hands and jerk yourself off as I cum inside your young little ass hole." I did as I was told. I grabbed my cock while he kept riding my hole and just as he threw his head back "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh yesssss JEFFFFF you fucking sluuutttt" I felt a hot jet of cum explode inside me. As I felt this, my cock released its own torrent of pleasure, spewing with enough force to hit me in my face and chest. I orgasmed for what seemed like a full minute, feeling his hot cock pump me full of semen.

He pulled out slowly and pushed back in a few times, his cum dribbling out of my ass and onto the couch. I was totally spent, my own cum all over my face and chest. Nico moaned and said "I'm going to finish my shower Jeff" and walked away smiling. I felt amazing, sitting there on the other side of the world on a leather couch covered in another man's cum, my own cum, and another man's cock having just been in my ass. I smiled I was well on my way to discovering myself as a young slut.

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