A HOT HOLIDAY IN EUROPE - PART 9
Tuesday
14
Rome to Florence
Next morning I left Rome by high speed train at 11am and headed for Florence., arriving about 1.30pm.
After settling into my small hotel near the station, I went out for a walk through town past the Duomo, on down to the Uffizi Gallery and then to the River Arno and the Ponte Vecchio. I was last here in 2007 and this walk was mainly to familiarise myself with that part of the city. I was pleased to find that I remembered my way around quite well.
Heading back in the direction of the hotel, I stopped at the famous Duomo and went in to be amazed all over again. Afterwards I sat in the square outside and had a beer, enjoying the atmosphere and studying the ornate decoration of the exterior of the Duomo.
Eventually I tore myself away and walked back to the hotel, arriving about 4.30pm. I checked a list of guys I had chatted to prior to coming to Italy. I messaged a couple who lived in a nearby town close to the city and they invited me for dinner the following evening. I messaged another guy, Flavio, to let him know I had arrived and he asked if he could come now to my hotel room. There was plenty of time before dinner so I agreed.
The photo he had sent me from his profile while I was still back at home showed a dark-haired, handsome guy with a sexy brown moustache in his late 30s and I was quite looking forward to meeting him. Thirty minutes later he messaged that he had arrived at my hotel and was waiting downstairs in the lounge near reception.
I walked down the stairs to the ground floor and went into the lounge where several men were sitting comfortable high-backed chairs, reading and chatting oin phones. I couldn't see Flavio and suddenly a man in a leather bomber jacket stood up and came over to me and introduced himself. He was Flavio but he looked to be twenty years older at least than the photo he had sent me! I suggested we sit and chat in the lounge (while I got over the shock). I had not had anyone do this to me for some years.
I felt angry at his dishonesty. There was also a dank, mildewed sort of smell about him. He looked ill at ease, so he must have thought there was a possibility that I might not be happy. We talked amiably enough while I thought about what to do. Finally, when the conversation flagged, I decided I just had to honest - diplomatic but honest.
'You are much older than your photograph', I said, warily.
'It's only five years since that was taken', he replied, defiantly. 'Bull shit', I felt like saying, but didn't.
'Well, this will not work for me. I am afraid you have wasted your time', I said, rising. He sat there, blinking like an owl, and I felt a little uncertain about what to do next. I got up and just walked away and left the lounge. I went quickly up the stairs to my room, hoping he was not following me. Luckily he didn't and I assume he must have just left the hotel. I felt uncomfortable about being so blunt, but he really had been very dishonest about his age.
After the trip to Europe when I had returned home, I looked at his profile online again and he had changed his younger self photo for one that was closer to his age. Maybe I wasn't the only one who had refused to play with him!
I lay down on my bed and rested and at 6.30pm I went to dinner at a restaurant near the station. The food was excellent and I got back to my room about 7.45pm.
I checked my phone for messages and there were a few. Good to be a new face in a new town again! A quite handsome young guy in his late 20s stood out from the rest. Filippo looked very warm and friendly in his photo. The cock picture he included looked rather tasty, too.
I messaged him and he got back to me within 15 minutes, apologising that he had been having dinner. His voice was so sexy with his Italian accented English. He was very keen to meet and said he could be at my hotel within 30 minutes. He was grateful that I was staying where it was easy to park in the evenings.
Forty minutes later, my room phone rang. Filippo must have gone to the desk to announce his arrival as I got a very formal-sounding phone call from reception announcing that Mr Filippo was here to see me.
I went downstairs to meet him. He was dressed in a suit as in his photo and looked very handsome and stylish. I might have imagined it but I thought the guy at reception was smiling knowingly at me as I started up the stairs with Filippo.
He unbuttoned his jacket and sat down in the chair in my room. I perched on the end of the bed. He asked for a glass of water and I went into the bathroom and brought back two filled glasses.
'The man on reception is a friend of mine', said Filippo. 'He was very amused to see me here'.
'I hope that is not a problem for you', I said.
'No, and I am sure he has checked you out on online already. You are his type'. Now I understood why the reception guy was smiling when I met Filippo downstairs.
'Can I join you on the bed?' asked Filippo, very politely. 'I would like to very much'. I nodded and smiled. He put down his glass, took off his jacket and lay on his elbow next to me. I lay on my back and he leaned over and kissed me tenderly at first, and stronger as he became more aroused. His brown beard felt very nice and his kissing was warm and sensual.
Then he stood up and started quickly undressing. I did the same. He was in great physical condition, slim but with nicely defined muscles. His chest was lightly hairy leading down to a very hairy belly and a sizeable bush of pubic hair around his hard seven and a half inch and thick cock.
He squatted down in front of me and started to suck my cock. I was quickly hard as he teased the head with his tongue and then deep-throated me expertly. He was running his hands up and over my ass and down the backs of my legs to my calves. It was very enjoyable. Then he stood up again, got me to lie down on my back on the bed and got on top of me, kissing me fiercely and licking my neck and chest, biting my nipples and working his way down my body until he put his mouth over my cock again. Then he licked my balls gently and returned to sucking my cock for a while.
Eventually he rolled off me and I got on top of him, kissing, licking his nipples and then sucking his beautiful cock which was rock hard. I could taste precum, too. Deep-throating him made him moan and twist around a bit on the bed, so I was careful not to go too far with that.
He asked for some lube and I had forgotten to have it ready. I got off the bed to get it from my bag. I brought back a condom as well, just in case.
'Can we do it bare?' he asked. 'I have just started on PrEP and this would be my first time without a condom.' I nodded and he smiled broadly. 'I am so happy', he said. 'I have not had sex all week while commencing on PrEP and I am very horny'.
He asked to do it to me on my back. I had brought a hand towel from the bathroom as well and put it on the bed under my ass. He used the lube and lifted my legs and rubbed the head of his cock over my asshole. It made him groan quietly and felt awesome to me too.
Then he concentrated on pushing his cock into my hole. It slid in quite easily and soon he was right up to his balls inside me.
'That is so smooth and hot', he said to me. 'Much better than with a condom'.
He started fucking me gently and kissing me. He was a very sensual guy. He took his time, only increasing speed bit by bit until he suddenly stopped kissing me, reared back and, with his eyes closed, started fucking me quite hard. He moaned and stopped moving and I could feel his cum exploding inside me. It felt like a big load. He lost his balance and came down on top of me. His lips found my mouth again and he held his cock as deep as possible inside me while he kissed me feverishly.
Eventually his kissing slowed and I could feel his cock going down inside of me. He kept on kissing me until his cock popped out of my ass. I could feel his cum oozing out a little as well.
He got off me and lay on his side with such a happy and satisfied smile on his face.
'That was incredible', he said. 'I could not believe how much better cumming would feel without a condom'.
He asked me how I would like to cum and I asked him to play with my nipples while I jerked off with some lube. He had me so aroused that it didn't take long for me to cum.
We lay there chatting for a while afterwards. He continued to touch my body and kiss me gently while we chatted. Eventually it was time for him to go and we showered and dressed.
He looked at his watch. It was just after ten o'clock. 'I hope my friend at reception is gone', he said.
I insisted on going downstairs with him to see him off and he asked to go ahead and crouched down on the stairs suddenly to look down at reception unobserved to see if his friend was still there. He wasn't and Filippo straightened up and we walked down and out of the hotel onto the street.
'I really enjoyed meeting you', he said, shaking hands. 'If there is time, could we meet again?' I nodded, thinking how much I would enjoy that. He promised to message tomorrow night and with a quick kiss on my cheek, walked off. After he was gone, I remembered that I was going out tomorrow night to have dinner with friends.
I went back to my room and messaged him immediately, saying that I was not free tomorrow night but I was free the following night, my last night in Florence. Then I got into bed, read for a while and put the light out.
To be continued....
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