GINO MARK II - Part I
by Mike - Down Under
Hi guys, this series was originally posted in Nifty back then. I have re-read them and have commenced to re-write them so they read better. All being well, I'll be posting one a month until the series is completed.
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I had wanted cock for as long as I can remember. In my early teens I formed a friendship with another kid (Geoff), 2 farms away (I'm from farming stock). We learnt to suck and jack each other off; after some time we also taught ourselves to fuck one another. So at a tender age, I was sexually active and as I grew older and into my mid to late teens I discovered that some of my male family members loved sex with males as much as me. So we did it all for years with no harm to anyone. The mate, Geoff, moved away after he left school at the legal age, while I continued till graduation.
In all that time I was actively staring at any male within eye shot and lusted after him; more so if he had a hairy chest. This was always more evident during the warmer spring and summer months when males, including myself, stripped off to the waist. The incoming Italian men didn't help either. The local farming community had an influx of immigrants after the Second World War; most were Mediterranean - that is Italians. These were new to me and I found their dark, mostly good looks, and muscled, hairy bodies erotic. Their sweaty smell they gave off after manual work was a real turn on to say the least. Fuck! How I fantasized over them at night under the sheets or up Geoff's arse, or while sucking his cock.
But, I did the right thing by society and found me a girl to settle down with and fill her cunt and arse with cock and cum whenever I got horny. She was a virgin when we married so I was able to train her for my sexual pleasure. Once the missus was groomed sexually she loved a good fuck and would take it anywhere, anytime. She never did learn to suck cock like my family members or the young mate, though, nor could she jack me off as well even though she would play with me any time I wanted it.
One day she actually pulled me off in the car while were out driving in the country and with the two kids of ours in the back seat. The missus stuck her hand down the front of my track suit pants and grabbed my cock (have always gone commando when possible) and worked the foreskin till my cock stiffened and precum oozed out the slit; the horny bitch then commenced to slide her hand up and down the full length of my thick 6.5" till I shot my load over myself and inside my pants.
She craved my mouth, tongue and fingers and cock in any hole I would put them. Often I would go to work with my beard smelling of dry cunt juice after I had sucked her hairy cunt dry early in the morning. I liked nothing better than to go around with cock and balls swinging free and covered in cunt juice. The wife was a fuckin screamer as well which didn't help as the kid's got older...
But still, I yearned for cock and balls and it got to the point that later on in life when I was far up the wife and started to fill her with cum I imagined it was a mates arse I was fucking and filling with cock and spunk. It even got to the point where I preferred to fuck her arse (luckily she loved it up there) or, go down between her legs and use my lips, tongue and fingers on her for a good hour or so while all the time I imagined a mate was fingering my hairy man cunt and squeezing my balls and milking my cock. I even moaned as I sucked the wife's cunt, cos I could feel HIS cock up my arse filling me with man love.
Shit I was hungry for man 2 man contact and had no idea how to go about it. The last thing I wanted was for society to think I was a faggot, or catch some fuckin god-awful disease from a bloke. Yet, I needed cock badly. I needed the comfort that only another man can give; his strong arms, his muscular thighs and above all his throbbing, pulsating cock and pendulous balls full of cum. So! for many fuckin years I sublimated my yearning for cock and went about in total lock down doing as I should according to societal rules, but jacking off often and frequently living out my fantasies as I spunked over myself or lapped it up if I caught it in my hand.
So! In the not distant past (about 7 years ago) I had to leave the country life (as the work had dried up) to take up a new job in the big smoke. The kids had grown up and flown the coop so it was just the wife and I when I went home one weekend in four. It had to be that way as I was driving 4 hrs one way, leaving the city early AM Saturday morning, driving home, and leaving early afternoon the next day to get back to the city. Anyway! The first 12 months were not that bad. I got to fuck all weekend when home and the rest of the time I milked my cock at every chance I could get which was morning and night during the week (sometimes at work in the bathroom behind the locked cubicle door) and all fuckin weekend through boredom. I was, you might say: as horny as hell, but I had always been like that. Obviously, being away from home, and my willing snatch for so long, made me hornier as all I did was think about sex.
However, living away from home did have distinct advantages :-))
My interest in men re-surfaced and of course, where I lived, in Briunswick, there were nothing but Greek, Italian, Turkish and Middle Eastern blokes. I was totally surrounded by all this flesh, hair and the sexuality that came off these guys. It was one big turn on. The dark olive skins made darker by the sun; the hair so thick and trying to escape over the tops of tee shirts or from shirts open half way down to the belly, AND often the tight denim that hid nothing. I was in heaven but what to do about it. I wasn't the type that could walk up to a bloke and ask him if I could fuck him?
As I got to know a lot of the locals - the men in particular, I came to realize that a lot of them loved cock as much as me and were open about it. But me and my inhibiting upbringing and those fuckin societal ideas got in the way so I put up with the persistent groping, the open invitations to get myself fucked or, being told by one of them that he was horny and did I want to suck his cock, or, often I was asked if I would give someone a hand job.
From time to time, I was also asked if I wanted a mutual JO session. I was becoming a shit can of a fuckin mess. I wanted to fuck em all or at least suck their cocks but I also knew they gossiped just like women. They were so open about sex it made me envious. And, the more I mixed with them the more I was tempted until Gino strolled into my life and totally upset my equilibrium.
I had heard on the grape vine at work that a new lot of recruits had started. Around mid-afternoon one day I made my way to the toilet to have a piss and a JO if no one else was around. As I approached the door, coming towards me was the most magnificent creature I had ever seen. He was my height, 183cm, but about 40 kg heavier than my 95 kg. As I took in the beauty strolling towards me I saw that, while not handsome in the traditional way as he was more rugged in looks; his dark olive skin was offset by a large hooked nose; big twinkling brown eyes and black hair slicked back off the forehead, more than made up for lack of male beauty. Then he smiled at me and my heart stopped; my legs weakened and then my heart took off pumping like crazy as his smile lit up his face and showed off his even white teeth. Then he spoke and said a simple: "hi".
I managed to mumble "Hi" back and gave him a smile but felt like a virginal schoolgirl. I was hooked and in love with this guy without even knowing his name. He oozed masculinity and sex, so, taking in his not to small belly and the five o clock shadow on his face I just knew that here was a bear of the grand order. My eyes swept down to his crotch, Yep!! There was a bulge in the reasonably tight pants he wore. I looked up and caught his sparkling browns twinkling at me and I was fuckin sure he knew I had checked him out. He was one of the new recruits.
Over the next few weeks we kept meeting as we went about our business; that is, at the photo copier or fax machine or coming in or out the toilet. We had by then introduced ourselves and I found out his name was Gino, 36yo, (I was 56 yo) 1st generation Australian Italian who liked to dance and go clubbing, something I never thought of doing in my wildest dreams. We got along like a house on fire and I was so fuckin horny all the time as he was making me stir-crazy with his sex appeal. Whenever I saw him in the breakout area, or at the photo copier, I took a short break to just be near him and have a chat.
I also started meeting him downstairs on the pavement when he went there for a smoke (smoking was banned in the building). We become good friends with each other and by then he was confiding in me and I learnt that he had a female partner who had 2 kids from her failed marriage; he had a female up north of the state who sent him the train fare every once in a while so he could go to her for a dirty weekend. He told me as well that he was also dating women from work and had more than once been caught in the stairwell kissing one or the other of them from time to time.
One day during his smoko he asked me if I was interested in going out the next Friday night after work for drinks, dinner and then onto the casino and the clubs there. Not having much of a social life I accepted his offer. This was the beginning of a great friendship. That first night out together I was amazed at how attentive he was to my needs and the real fuss he made over me. It was during that first night out he started to hug me and kiss my cheek. We left the casino complex around midnight as I needed to catch the last tram home to Brunswick while Gino had to get home to Helen his Greek partner) and put "Something in her mouth" he told me. I nearly said why not something in my mouth instead, but, held back as I really didn't know him that well, and, I didn't want him to know I was interested in men sexually – just in case – he was straight.
Overtime we got to know each other very well. I had told him of my life etc and how hard it was being away from my wife and he'd told me about his Helen and something of his close-knit Italian family. It was during one of these early conversations with him that I found out that his dad, along with his uncles, owned and ran one of Melbourne's top Italian restaurants. And I mean TOP RESTAURANT.
I suppose it might be true to say that once we were over the formalities of getting to know you Gino would hug me whenever he saw me and would kiss me on the cheek while doing it. Once I was away on holidays for 6 weeks and the first time he saw me on my return, I was standing on the footpath outside where we worked chatting to colleagues, he put down his brief case, swept me into his arms and commenced to kiss me all over the face, or rather repeatedly on each cheek. He held me tightly in his arms and I could feel his bulge against mine. What was I to do, or, think, I mean, one of his favorite saying was, "I love you Bello". By then we had settled into a regular Friday night routine of drinks, meal and clubbing until the sun came up the next day. This meant he would catch the first train back to his place and I could catch the first tram home.
After awhile he started coming around to my place after a night of clubbing, or, he'd come home with me after work, place his brief case at my flat then we'd go down the street for dinner. Once we had dined we buy a few bottles of red, and some Mortadella, cheese, olives (black) and some hot salami. We kind of partied while I showed him how to use the computer better; more so how to use the search engines etc. and helped him look for porn from mild to wild.
Gino had an avid interest in four feet fucks with women as well as pre-pubescent girls. We would spend hours surfing the "Net for this stuff, and one night, I found by accident a site that was a dating site. Naturally, Gino had to register himself and once in I showed him how look for females (ALL fuckin East European females looking for a western husband) he sent off messages to about four of them telling them he thought they looked beautiful and that if they were married he'd make love to them all night and give them as many children as they wanted. I kid you not.
The irony of all that searching for females and contacting them came to nothing. The next time Gino came around I went to my favourites and bought up his love site he opened it up and when he was asked for his log-in ID and password he was stumped. He didn't write them down, nor, could he remember what they were. I kid you not. We finished up surfing for porn.
During the course of all our conversations we got discussing sex in general, and, how both of us loved it and were passionate in bed. Gino told me he had a very thick 8" uncut cock whose foreskin was nearly as long but that, when he stiffened it moved back to let his pee hole show (his words). I was informed that his long thick pubes were kept trimmed cos they kept getting caught in his foreskin. I had to agree with him on that as I did the same and told him so. I also told him I had a thick 6.5" uncut cock that was never down.
The thing that surprised me most of all was his non-use of swear words including the more common ones like shit. I found out Gino never fucked his women, rather, he porked them. I still don't know why he used that word. But I can say that only once did I ever hear him swear. He did ask once why I didn't pick up a chick and pork her. He was informed that I was not going to break my marriage vows.
Early on when he started coming around home he asked if he could take his shirt off as he felt at home and always took it off when he got through the front door. I'm not stupid altogether, I was wondering for a long time just how hairy he really was. I knew he had a fair bit from what I could see that poked over the top of his shirts. But WOWEE ! The first time was sensational; I couldn't take my eyes off him. He had big muscles and the hair covered him all over - front and back. All bear with larger than life belly covered in fur. It was about that time we got down to real sex talk and what we liked and what we would like to try, and how both of us could fuck for hours once we started.
We both admitted that it would be great to try M2M sex as neither of us had tried it. It was about then that when we had been drinking and eating in front of the computer Gino would wrap one of his big muscled arms around my neck and draw me into his chest. I loved this but was always unsure as to his real intentions and often when he did this I would be wondering where to put my hands for support as he dragged me into him. Often, I was about to put them dead square in his big groin as that would have been the only place I could put them given my precarious position leaning over and into Gino chest while nearly falling off the chair.
Another confession; I had started to suck a few guys off once back in Melbourne and had been fucked and fucked as well a few times but only quickies and one night stands. All of them left me cold. But I wasn't about to tell Gino just in case he was leading me on. I say this because, as much as I loved him, and yes! I was in love with the big cunt and didn't know how to tell him except in his way that is to say I love you Simple and plain but did it mean anything, and more importantly, did it make any difference to Gino whether I loved him or not? Time would tell me on that one.
Over drinks one Friday night and during dinner afterwards, he told more about the females he porked. Turns out that, besides the 2 regulars, his partner and the one up north, he was having it off with 4 others at work and often he would also go to a brothel, or pick up a female for sex only. Fuck!! I thought I was sex mad but this guy made me look like a kindergarten kid. But I could now understand better, why, sometimes I would get an email from him canceling our next engagement; "Sorry Bello" he would say, and follow up with "I'll make it up to you next time"
In his own way he did to; more attentive, gentle, and the warm strong arms around me that I knew were his way of showing his fondness for me. Nor was he shy about his groin pressing into me somewhere. He had an infectious laugh and a quick wit combined with the most beautiful sad brown eyes that always begged forgiveness. One was never upset with him for long as he used these like weapons plus his open sexuality and the chemistry he threw out endeared him to most people.
One night, I kind of sulked (I hoped it was more of a withdrawal) through drinks, dinner after once more, for turning me down for a female, but as I said above, my anger didn't last that long. It dissolved as always when he made me the centre of attention for the night. He never let me out of his sight that night; he bought me drink after drink and finished up dragging me, a fuckin 56 yo, bald headed guy, onto the dance floor to dance with him - and I mean dance with him. While not actually embracing, hey! People didn't dance like that anymore. All we did was jump around so it was easy to follow. LOL .
Once the bracket of music stopped I said I was off to the bar for a drink and would bring him one back sometime. I was at the bar having a quiet scotch and dry when I was approached by a good looking guy in his late twenties. He was pleasant enough and asked me for a light and if I was having fun.
To be continued...
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