ITALIAN COCK FUN

By Cum Beggar

Published on Dec 20, 2005

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ITALIAN COCK FUN by CumBeggar

I had known Francesco for several years, since we had worked together in London. We had always got along very well, and had become good friends. Our wives even went shopping together and our kids played at family lunches.

As colleagues we got along well, hanging out for a beer after work, and on our regular trips abroad we always found time for dinner and drinks. He was easy company and, I have to admit, easy on the eye as well. His muscular 6' 2" frame filled his clothes to maximum advantage, while his well-cut mane of dark hair and his incredibly dark eyes set him apart from any crowd. His olive skin was always tanned, giving him an air of easy well-being. He smiled easily and often and, being Italian he was never afraid to give physical expression to his feelings. He would often grab my shoulder or thigh when trying to emphasise a point, and we always hugged hello and goodbye. At those times I would have to struggle with myself not to press my crutch in to him, and one night I swear I felt a hefty length of hard cock pressing in between my legs as we embraced farewell after an evening of cocktails.

For my part, I'm in my late 30s and I'm Anglo-Irish. I have brown hair, deep blue eyes (my best feature), and I have pale Celtic skin, the kind that goes red and then peels immediately on exposure to sunlight. But I keep fit and I lift weights so I have a good upper body and my abs are not too bad for a married guy with 3 kids, but let's face it, I'm not 20 anymore.

So what was different about this particular night? Well, Francesco and I were in his home town, Rome on a business trip and were staying in a really nice hotel. We ended up going for dinner to a great place and we stayed late drinking brandy and talking and, as always happens when you put two married guys around a table together, we started to talk about sex.

To be honest, it's the only thing married men ever want to talk about really. We like to share the experience of denial and our total frustration to remind ourselves that we are not alone. I have never met a married man who thinks he gets enough sex at home, and that is the main reason that so many of us play away any chance we can get.

On this night, we really opened up to one another and in the hotel bar after dinner it became abundantly clear that we were both looking for other opportunities to fuck around. I told Francesco that I was only interested in doing stuff I could not do at home. "Like what?" he asked, grinning. "Like group sex, threesomes, that kind of stuff." I replied. Francesco grinned at me again. Turned out he had done a couple of threesomes with his best buddy when he was at college. They had both fucked a girl together a few times. He told me it was the best sex he ever had, much better than when he fucked two girls together. By now I was nearly cumming in my pants. "Wow!" I exclaimed. "What are the rules of that game?" "What do you mean?" "Well, do you form an orderly queue and bang her one at a time, or is it three people all having sex with one another at the same time?" Francesco nodded and smiled. "Oh, it's very much three horny people having sex all together. Everyone is touching everything." He said, enigmatically raising an eyebrow. "Weren't you at all inhibited by having another guy with you? I asked. Then, taking a deep breath -- I was nearly overcome with excitement at this point, I said, "Another naked guy with a big hard cock sticking in her face while you were humping her?"

"Not at all." Francesco said with his usual candour. "In fact, I found it really horny."

"Wow!" I said a few times. And then, after a few seconds' silence I said, "I could only do that with someone I really trust."

"Of course," Francesco replied. "But why, particularly?"

"Well," I paused. "This is hard to say, but you are my close friend and I know I can trust you."

Francesco smiled and patted my arm, leaving his big, warm hand in place on my wrist.

"Because I think, well that is, I know, I mean, my biggest fantasy is to suck a guy's cock while I fuck a girl he's just cum inside of."

Francesco moved his hand up my wrist, the warmth of his touch making me shiver in horniness.

"I think that sounds fantastic." He said quietly, "In fact, I think it sounds great whether there is a girl there or not."

I trembled as I heard him say that. My stomach was contracting so hard it was hurting, and my cock had gone from flaccid to instant 7" rock-hard erection in two seconds flat.

I swallowed hard. "Do you think that maybe we should continue this conversation upstairs?"

Francesco smiled and nodded and followed me to the lift. Inside the elevator we waited until the doors closed before we grabbed one another, our open mouths crushed against each other as our tongues embraced, our arms locked around one another's shoulders in a hard full-on embrace. Between my legs, the gentle thrust of his hard cock told me that my earlier experience had not been my imagination and I hurriedly lowered a hand to rub the swelling in his groin.

Abruptly the elevator bell sounded as we landed at my floor and we quickly broke off to walk along the corridor to my bedroom. Once we were inside we began to kiss again, breaking off only to help one another pull shirts over heads, remove shoes and socks, until we stood there in our underwear, both tenting nicely.

I paused for a moment so that my eyes could drink in his beauty. His large round nipples were dark and hairless, while his muscular torso was smooth and brown. I couldn't wait to be consumed by his lust and I ran my eager hands over him, pushing my mouth against his once more. I shuddered with delight as I felt his strong hands and arms go around me, capturing me in a hard embrace that continued until we fell sideways on to the bed. Here we lay, kissing passionately for several minutes until we broke off and jumped out of our underwear, our granite cocks bouncing from the movement. I gasped as I saw his amazing cock for the first time. It was so big it almost needed its own passport. I moved to him and took his big Italian salami in my hand, my thumb and forefinger barely closing around the shaft. I looked into Francesco's eyes and he groaned as I gently squeezed.

"Looks like part of your fantasy is about to come true." He growled, pushing me gently to my knees. His cockhead was a big, throbbing purple bulb and I immediately stuck out my tongue to lick it, wanking his foreskin back and forth along his shaft while my other hand found his big balls and began to caress and fondle the two chicken-eggs that nestled in the silky sack between his legs. I began to dive a bit deeper, taking more of his cock into my mouth, inhaling the salty scent as my nose came to rest in his pubes as his glans butted the back of my throat and urged its way into my windpipe. I felt a churning in his balls and pulled off; I didn't want him to cum yet.

Francesco now pulled me up and got into a 69 on the bed. It was sheer fucking heaven and seemed to go on for ever. He lay on his back with his legs wide apart, while I crouched above him so that he could take my cock into his throat. I gasped as he deep-throated me -- clearly this wasn't his first time, either -- and when he pushed a wet finger into my puckered arse, I let out a great sigh and wiggled my balls against his face. He didn't need telling twice and began to suck them as he worked his finger in and out of me.

"Oh, Mark." He said, breaking off from my balls for a moment, "We are going to have the time of our lives from now on."

I grunted in appreciation, not wanting to take his spectacular cock out of my mouth, but when he pushed a second finger in to my arse and rubbed my prostate, I found myself cumming hard in his mouth, jet after jet of my hot cream bursting its way out of my cock and down his welcoming throat. Francesco was not far behind me and the experience of swallowing his cum confirmed once and for all that big cocks definitely shoot more cum. I thought I was going to drown in his beautiful spunk as it flew out of him and into my greedy gullet. His fat sausage pulsed four times in my mouth, and as I pulled him out of my mouth it gave two more giant jerks as he sprayed my face and open mouth with the last of his cocksauce. I collapsed in a heap beside him and we kissed and licked the cum from each other's faces, sharing it all in a prolonged kiss before we fell asleep, entwined in one another's arms.

I don't know how long we slept but when I awoke the first thing I saw was Francesco lying next to me, rubbing lube into his cock.

"Mark, my friend, I need to fuck you very badly. I need to be inside you and watch your face as I spunk my seed into you. Is that okay?"

For answer I kissed him long and deep, rubbing my hand over his cock and then taking some of his lube and fingering it into my own arse. He smiled and began to work his own thick fingers into me, making me gasp. To be honest, I have always found fingers rather uncomfortable, whereas a cock is nice and streamlined and doesn't have nails!

Finally we were ready and I lay back on the pillows and spread my legs as wide as I could. Francesco lay on top of me and we kissed as his fat cockhead nudged at my mancunt. The sensation of his hot cock pushing at my sensitive arse made me shudder with pleasure and I ran my hands over his back and arse as he carefully pushed himself into me. Slowly but surely his mighty length -- I measured it the next morning and found it to be over 9" long -- worked its way into my snug, velvet tunnel. Finally I felt his big bollocks touch the cheeks of my arse and I knew we had cracked it.

Francesco leant up on his wrists and stared down at me.

"How is that, my horny friend?" he asked, the sexiness of his voice almost making me cum right there.

"Wonderful." I sighed. "But please, Francesco, please fuck me. I really need you to fuck me now."

"Oh don't worry about that," he grinned. "You will be so happy with me when I have fucked you, you will never want it to stop."

With that promise ringing in my ears, Francesco began to slowly move his big cock in and out of my gaping mancunt. He was an amazing cocksman, varying not only the length of his strokes and their speed, but also the angle of attack so that, by the time his large cockhead butted past my prostate, I came spontaneously without even touching myself. As I shouted out in amazement I heard him laugh, running a hand between our stomachs to touch the cum my cock had belched out. He raised his hand to his lips and licked my cum from it, letting me taste it when he had finished. And then, lowering himself on to his elbows he asked me to wrap my legs tight around him as he began to fuck me harder and faster than anyone before or since. I felt like a steamhammer was pile-driving its way through me as he pumped and fucked like there was no tomorrow. His cock pistoned into me at warp speed as his orgasm built up inside him. Driving his tongue deep into my mouth he seemed almost to want to break me with his fucking as he suddenly broke off from the kiss and announced his orgasm in a wild roar, his face frozen in an expression of paralysed ecstacy as his mighty cock pumped copious amounts of his wonderful cum into my grateful arse. I could still feel his cock twitching inside of me as he collapsed on top of me.

Needless to say, we didn't leave it at that. Francesco stayed the night with me and we slept in each other's arms. In the morning I gorged myself on a wonderful breakfast of cock, cock and more cock, before lying back on the pillows once more for him to skewer me with his amazing fuckstick.

Since then we have fucked whenever we can, which is never as often as we would like, but if it were too often perhaps we would lose interest.

In my next instalment I will tell you about the threesome I enjoyed with Francesco and his business partner Vittorio when they came to London on a business trip.

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