Bernie and the Bear Chapter 14
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Chapter Fourteen
Doges of Venice
A tangle of hairy man-flesh. That's about the only way to describe the scene in our bedroom Tuesday morning. Both of us on our sides, legs interlocked and arms around each other; the odor of raw masculinity encompassing us. James's breath wasn't that kosher but I didn't care as I moved my head toward his and inserted my tongue into his mouth. He moved his hand down to my ass, but I slipped downward; my ass was too sore for a replay this soon. I inhaled the scent from his pit and moved downward pressing my face into the hair on his stomach before pulling back his foreskin and smelling the leftover smell of last night's main event. I sucked on the tip of his dick for a minute, burying my tongue inside the skin. Moving down farther, I sucked a nut into my mouth and rolled my tongue all over it, then did the same with the other one. He started gripping me and pulling my hips around toward him until we were in a 69 position. I dove below his balls and started sucking and kissing on his taint as I felt the wet heat of his mouth enclose my cockhead. It made me involuntarily buck my hips and thrust enough that I hit the back of his throat. I felt a wet finger on my ass and I tapped him and gave him the no-no motion with my finger. He looked disappointed, but backed off and doubled down on other things. He managed to (barely) get both my balls in his mouth while he jacked me slowly. Fuck! That felt so good it nearly made my eyes roll back into my head. I let out a loud moan and took him all the way to the root as I pulled his sack out away from his body. He groaned and bucked a little. I was so close to cumming, I pulled off of him to let him know. He released my balls from his mouth and took my head into his mouth; a couple of swirls of the tongue around my glans and he was getting a mouthful. After I finished spasming, I went back to work on him. I repeatedly deepthroated him while rolling his balls in one hand while the other snaked a finger into his ass. When my middle finger pushed into his prostate, he lost it and filled up my mouth. The funny thing is, we both had the same idea. I turned around and went in for a kiss to share his cum and tasted my own mixing in. That was about the time I saw JJ at the door and jerked the sheet up over us.
"Damn! Y'all are so gross!" he said in a joking tone. From the size of the lump in his underwear, it must not have been that gross.
"It wasn't a show for you anyway" I said as I threw a pillow at him. "Speaking of shows...after what we saw last night, I think we need to go shopping for you some rubbers" I added.
"I've got some. Robbie shared with me" he said. I felt a little relief at hearing that; maybe I'd be able to get him back to mom and dad disease free. He kept looking at us, then told James "Dude, you're hairier than Teddy!"
"...and the sky is blue. Anything else you need?" James asked.
"Oh yeah, Robbie said the girls are taking us all out for breakfast, so you two faggots need to get up and get decent or at least clean" the little smartass said before running out of the room. We got up and jumped in the shower and got dressed and went down to join the crew.
We quickly found out that what we called breakfast and what the Italians called breakfast were two different things. In Italy, the customary breakfast was small. It was usually coffee or espresso and some kind of pastry. Stranger yet to us, the girls took us to a bar. Yep. In Italy you could get breakfast at a bar. We went up and chose our pastry and drinks and found a table. Obviously, breakfast wasn't a very involved event here. About 15 minutes and we were back out on the street.
Nina was to be our tour guide today; she suggested several places, one of which was the Gallerie dell'Accademia. We set off in that direction since it opened early. When we arrived, we got another pleasant surprise; admission for us was only €2.00 and for JJ and Andrea it was free. The Accademia was home to many Venetian masterpieces; many paintings by Titian and Tintoretto, and many others including Da Vinci's Vitruvian Man. We ended up spending about three hours inside admiring the art. In one painting there is a scene of two young men attending a saint and James pointed out that one of the attendants looked like a skinny, less hairy version of me. In another painting I found a version of him. While James and I were admiring the art, JJ and Robbie were busy admiring the asses of the Venetian girls.
Once we got out of the Gallerie, we followed our tour guide again, this time to one of the places popular with the locals – Campo Santa Margherita. We decided to have some lunch at Osteria do Torri. We sat at a table in the shade and ordered a bottle and six glasses. The waiter kind of gave JJ and Andrea the side-eye, but carried out our request. The couples talked quietly with each other between bites while James and I sipped our wine and watched some kids playing with a soccer ball nearby. It was a beautiful day, but summer in Venice is hot; the app on my phone said it was 35ºC (95ºF) and the wine wasn't helping any. James and I finished our scallops and second glasses of wine and now, even in the shade we were both sweating. Both of us were kind of zoned out and didn't hear Nina trying to get our attention. Robbie popped me on the arm and jerked around about to knock the shit out of him when I saw there was someone standing beside Nina.
"I said...this is my friend from university, Paolo" she said.
"Ciao, Paolo" I said, quickly echoed by James.
"Paolo is like you guys" Nina said. I was kind of offended that she would out Paolo, not to mention James and I, but then, I don't guess we'd been keeping it any kind of secret lately. Besides, when Paolo nodded and smiled, I had to admit he was pretty good cute. He was about 5'10", I guessed about 160lbs., dark olive complexion with these gold/brown hazel eyes but I was busy trying to see his hands. I had a theory that you can tell a lot about what's between a man's legs by looking at his fingers. It's not foolproof, but I'd seen it work more often than not. It wasn't a direct correlation, more a general thing. For instance, I have fingers that are probably dead center of average finger length and thickness, and my dick follows that pattern being about 6" and average thickness. James has slightly longer, thicker fingers and, well...you get the idea. Paolo finally picked up his wine glass with his right hand and I could see he had pianist hands; long, slender fingers. I could only imagine his cock being long and kind of thin like those fingers. It would be a very good cock for somebody's anal pleasure. I was still in deep thought when Robbie shook me out of my stupor.
"What did you say, I'm sorry, I kind of zoned out for a minute" I said.
"I said, the four of us are going back to the apartment to rest for a while. Paolo said he would be happy to be your guide for the afternoon if you'd like" Robbie said. I knew that the kind of rest they were planning would be more fucking. I didn't really want to hear that right now. I looked at James and he shrugged.
"Sure, if we're not keeping you from anything, Paolo" I said.
"Not at all. All I would be doing is drinking or looking for some friends to play football (soccer) with" he said.
Our hetero detachment looked pleased, excused themselves and took off for `home'. Paolo asked what kind of things we liked so he could get an idea where to take us.
"I like historical places, but something away from the regular tourist traps" James said.
"Somewhere cool would be nice" I added.
"Easy" Paolo said "all of Venice is history, more planted in the past than the present. As for cooling down, I may be able to arrange that as well."
We chatted as we followed Paolo toward the Grand Canal. Between watching the mounds of his ass move around in the thin shorts he wore, we found out he was studying to be an architect. He shepherded us onto a ferry going to Giudecca. A friend of his worked at the Hilton there and he could get us access to their rooftop pool. We started objecting that we didn't have suits, but he assured us we could buy swimwear in the shops near the hotel. When the ferry docked, we headed for the shops and the three of us picked up suits before heading to the hotel.
Aldo, Paolo's friend, was a sight to see. Unlike our fit, muscled tour guide Aldo was more like the two of us; a few extra pounds and quite a bit more hair. Aldo was one of those red-haired Italians, kind of a bright copper color to be more precise. He had a short-trimmed beard and above the Hilton polo shirt, a tuft of soft copper spilled out. He and Paolo had a short conversation in Italian and a few minutes later, Aldo was punching out for the end of his shift and joining us at the pool. We changed into our suits in the bathroom and went out to the pool. This time of day most of the guests were out sightseeing, so we had the pool to ourselves. James and I had slipped into the water and were floating near the edge. Aldo came out of the restroom and dove into the pool, we got a glimpse of the Speedo style suit he was wearing. It looked like a skin-tight version of a boxer brief. He surfaced and backed up to the wall, pulling himself up with his arms to sit on the side. I noticed the tufts of copper hair under each arm as he was pushing himself up. We all gathered in the corner near Aldo. I saw James's eyes fixated on the medium sized lump in the Speedo and began wondering if we might be able to get something going with these two, as I'd really like to see the burning bush I suspected resided inside that swimsuit. We swam for a while and we all got in and out of the water several times as if to discretely let the others see our curves and bulges. Paolo suggested that Aldo join us and show us the sights of Giudecca; he graciously agreed.
We went a neighborhood which was occupied mostly by artists, and Aldo pointed out several small shops and galleries. Around 4pm we stopped to get a snack and something to drink. Another quick Italian conversation took place between our tour guides and afterward Paolo suggested we go back across the canal; he needed to go by his apartment to (very vaguely) do something. I had that exciting flutter in my stomach telling me things were about to get interesting. We hopped the ferry back to the main part of Dorsoduro and walked across to San Polo, where Paolo's apartment was. He led us down a dead-end street to a small metal door and up a flight of steps. It was a small place but nice, his windows looked out over the small canal he resided on.
We all had a seat and Paolo quietly explained that he and Aldo were more than friends; a feeling I'd already gotten. James, to my surprise, asked if they ever played around with others.
"We were kind of hoping that you might be some of those others" Aldo replied as he pulled off his Hilton shirt.
Usually I was the shy one, but I came out of my clothes in a flash. I was hoping I could get this chance.
"One thing" Paolo said "We don't share the culo (pointing at his ass), that is for us only."
"Same with us" I said "everything else is fair game."
With ground rules in place the underwear came off and it was game on. In my fascination with Aldo's thick copper pelt, I'd failed to do my usual finger check. It wasn't really necessary now but I couldn't help it as I looked at the long thick cock, he had somehow concealed in those tight swim briefs earlier. He was an exception to my theory. His fingers were kind of short and stubby, but his dick was easily 8 inches and probably nearly 2 inches wide. Paolo, on the other hand, fit the theory dead-on, his long thin cock was a perfect match for his long thin pianist fingers. James and I both had similar taste in men and both of us were trying to get with Aldo. James made it to his knees first and peeled the foreskin back on Aldo's big dick, licking it like a lollipop. I was taken by surprise when Paolo guided me back onto the sofa and rubbed his face all over my hairy crotch, inhaling my scent before taking me in his mouth. He was very good at what he was doing and it only took minutes before I was stiffening up about to cum. He immediately pulled off and held my hands down. I was desperately wanting to jack it just a few times so I could cum, but he wouldn't let me. He started inhaling my underarm and sucking on my nipple until my imminent orgasm subsided. Once I'd cooled down, he started again. His tongue went all over, from the edge of my hole upward around my scrotum and up the bottom of my cock toward the head. Once he got there, he deepthroated me and held my cock in his throat for a long time before working me back to the brink of orgasm again. I was panting like a dog and he insisted that I cool down again.
Meanwhile, next to us, I watched my boyfriend struggling to swallow eight thick inches of Italian sausage crowned with copper. So far, he was getting about two-thirds of it into his mouth before his gag reflex was kicking in, but from the way Aldo was gripping the cushions I'd say he was enjoying it. James came up off the dick to get his breath and then impaled himself again. This time when he got to where he was last time, Aldo grabbed his head and pushed it down until James's nose was buried in the copper nest, then he bucked into James's throat. Once again, James's gag reflex kicked in and he had to come up off the beast. As he was catching his breath, I felt Paolo begin going down on me again. He rapidly had me at the edge and this time there was no holding me back, my trigger had been teased too much. I felt my entire body tense up and then I flooded his mouth with the biggest cum I'd had in a long time. He was trying to swallow it but there was too much and it started dripping out around my dick and plopping onto the floor. Aldo grabbed my arm in a death grip all of a sudden and I watched as James had just the head of his cock in his mouth. I could see the tube of his cock throbbing as he filled James's mouth up. Once he was satisfied that the flow had stopped, James came up and shared Aldo's cum with me.
We took a rest break and Paolo brought us all a Coke while we regrouped. When the drinks were finished, James told me to bend over the sofa and he started eating my ass; preparing me for his lust. I felt the cushion move and found myself face to face with Aldo, who was also being prepared by Paolo. As the two were feasting on our `culos', Aldo and I shared a kiss until he sucked in his breath. I could tell that Paolo had entered him and it was only seconds before James pushed his battering ram into me. After we'd adjusted, we went back to kissing. Aldo said I kissed almost as good as Paolo, then he bit down on my lip a little and it caused me to tighten my asshole which put James into overdrive. I couldn't help but make `uh uh uh' grunts as he took control of my ass. I think that the sight of it must have set Paolo off, he began slamming the hell out of Aldo as well. I looked back over my shoulder and saw Paolo and James kiss and I grabbed Aldo and planted my tongue into his mouth again. I felt his breath blow out as Paolo hit the perfect spot and he came again. I could hear the shots splattering against the front of the leather sofa. Just thinking about it got to me and I began cumming again just as I felt James's cock throbbing in my hole. Paolo made a noise and I looked back just in time to see him pull out and shoot ropes of cum onto Aldo's back leaving pearly white streaks in the copper hair above his ass.
By now, we were all a stinking, sticky mass of cum and sweat so we went into Paolo's bathroom and took turns cleaning off. After we got dressed, we decided we were famished and went out to find something to eat. Paolo took us to a little trattoria close to his apartment that didn't even show up in the tourist guides and I had some of the best lasagna I'd ever eaten. We had a bottle of chianti with our meal, and we sat and talked for a long time. Paolo and Aldo were more than just a good lay, they were really nice guys and both were very smart. The pair showed us a few more intimate meeting spots around the city before we decided to hang it up for the night. We made plans to meet up with them tomorrow for our last day in Venice.
Lambodara 12/24/21
Merry Christmas to all!