The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 70 -- Stalking Around Venice

I flattened myself against the wall out of sight and watched. He looked at his phone and then looked around cautiously. I wondered if he was using his GPS to track me, and with my phone dead, I was no longer visible. It was time to turn the tables and see if I couldn't have some fun of my own. If he was going to stalk me and freak the shit out of me like this, then maybe it was time to retaliate.

I followed my stalker to the Ca' Sagredo Hotel. It was a seriously fancy looking place, but I stayed back just far enough to avoid detection. I watched him go to the desk and then head to the elevators. I saw it go to the 4th floor, so figured he was probably staying here. I quickly headed back the hostel and stopped by the desk to pick up my room key was handed an envelope. I opened it and pulled out a card.

`Confucius say: Wherever you go, go with all your heart. -- your secret admirer'

I didn't even ask where it came from as I now knew. Once I got back to the room, I plugged in my phone to recharge it. I was probably visible again. I planned my attack and while the phone was charging, I rushed out to get a disguise in case I needed it. A Superman outfit seemed a bit flashy, so I went with a long brunette wig, dark glasses and a flat cap type hat. I looked a cross between a Frenchman and a hippy. I even bought a stylish jacket that wouldn't be recognized. I left it all in the bag and rushed back to the hostel.

My phone was charged enough to use, so I called the president of the Venice chapter of the Q, and after introducing myself, I told him my story and what I wanted to do. He eagerly said he'd help and was quite enthusiastic about it. He said would gather some of the guys as they'd love to have some fun. I agreed to meet him in the morning at a restaurant close by. I couldn't wait. I was almost too excited and nervous to go out that night, but hey, I was on vacation and I wasn't going to let someone stop me from having fun. I did decide to leave the phone in the room to fully charge and to make my stalker think I was staying in all night. I also left my disguise. I'd use that in the morning.

I could only find one listing for a gay bar in Venice which was the Porto del Mar, but when I got to the address listed, I thought it was no longer there as the name outside was Glitter, but once I got inside to ask, I was sure I was in the right place; lots of buff Italian guys running around shirtless. I talked to a few people but most seemed to be in a clique by themselves. I almost thought of taking a page out of Brett's book and whipping out my cock. There was no cruising area, although the bathroom was pretty busy. I made sure to stand back from the urinal far enough to let anyone look that wanted to. I made a few connections, but not enough to get me laid. A super buff muscle guy came and asked me to dance, which I did. We talked for a while until his boyfriend came to the floor with us and I could tell by his body language he didn't like me there, so I went back to my drink. I liked the music and club, and even danced by myself for a while. It was warm, so I took my shirt off, but with everyone else basically naked except for shorts, I wasn't attracting much attention. Maybe I wasn't muscular enough for them as they all seemed pretty well built. I felt like a young teenager just starting puberty compared to these guys. Towards the end of the night I managed to strike up a conversation with a couple of guys who liked that I was Canadian. They said there wasn't much of a gay life in Venice, but there were lots of gay guys. They mentioned a sauna on an island, but said it wasn't that busy. They told me that if I was interested that they knew of a large group that had regular parties for gay guys. I almost spit my drink across the room when they told me that it was run by a club called the `Q' Boys! I wondered if that's how the Venice chapter found its members. Nothing in the rules said they couldn't raise funds hosting large gay parties. Good idea. Another one to add to my list when I got home. We had a drink together and talked but they never invited me back for sex. Hmm...I was losing my touch. I guess I was heading home by myself to be entertained by my two travelling companions... leftie and rightie. Maybe I'd save it up and hopefully be more successful tomorrow. Damn I was going to wake up with a throbbing bone, that's for sure. I took the boat cab back and checked messages and texts. There were only a couple from home, so I replied and hit the pillow for a great sleep and eagerly anticipated my day of revenge tomorrow.

I dressed in my mini disguise so that I could escape the hostel without detection. Of course I left the phone so that he wouldn't be expecting me in case he was watching yet. Once I was far enough away I took off my wig and hat. After all I wanted my first impression to Romy, the Q president and his entourage to be a good one. They were all excited to meet me and even more excited for the plan to go into effect. I felt like we were setting up a combination of Punk'd' and An Idiot Abroad' and maybe a bit of Canada's Next Top Model'. After breakfast they took me over to where we were going to change my appearance and put phase one into play. If that worked we would move to phase two. In my head the whole disguise took just a few minutes like in a sitcom where they fast forward through the preparation and show the failed attempts until you finally get to see the beautiful end result. In actual fact I was beginning to wonder if it was worth all the hassle, but the members of the Q' were having a blast as the morning progressed. Finally I was ready. I looked in the mirror and wondered who the fuck was looking back. I was gorgeous. Hell if I were straight, I'd rip my clothes off and take me to bed...then be shocked that my date had a penis, but that's another story. Looking back at me was a beautiful brunette woman. Yes, the guys had done me up in a long wig, applied serious makeup, done my nails and put me in a fabulous dress. Yes, I said it... a FAB-U-LOUS dress! The worst part was the fucking panty hose and high heel shoes. Have you ever worn panty hose? Jesus, they were squeezing my nuts worse than an S&M convention. I also was wearing blue contact lenses to change my green eyes. Those things are a bitch to put in. Every time I got close to my eye, I blinked; but after about half an hour I got them both in. Romy and one of the Q' members, Stephano helped me get dressed, and after they showed me how to tuck my dick so I didn't show a bulge they helped me put on a bra. Now if I was a girl, I'd be letting those things flop everywhere, as a bra is very uncomfortable. Panty hose, bras, makeup, high heels and then a dress that flies up in a high wind, showing off your junk. Seriously? Women thought this shit up for themselves? I doubt it. That would be like a guy saying. Hey, maybe I should wear a butt plug and a ball spreader when I go out.' The guys wolf whistled at me and said I was the hottest girl they had ever seen. He fastened the bra and then put bags of Jell-O looking things in them about the size of a tennis ball. A fucking tennis ball! I was thinking watermelon or at the very least, a cantaloupe, but he said with my build the smaller boobs would be better. Well you know the old saying big feet, big hands...small boobs. I have size 11 feet now.

Now walking around in high heels is a recipe for a broken ankle. Give me nice runners or pair of dress shoes any day over shoe propped up on a toothpick. If I ever needed a weapon, I could yank them off and jam the pointy end into someone's neck. I opted to go with a flatter shoe with a 4 inch heel otherwise I would have been 6 foot 1. A little tall for most women. It took me forever to learn to walk like a girl and the guys said that ladies really don't grab their crotches to adjust things. It was a major amount of work and of course I had to work on the voice. I couldn't exactly go up to my stalker and go `Hey man howz it goin' and then hauck a loogie. I was supposed to be lady like. I was beginning to think the better idea would be to go up behind him, hit him with a large wooden club and drag him back to my cave. Finally we were ready and the other guys in the plan were also raring to go. Stephano and I walked back to the hostel together so I could practice my walk. Romy was going to set up phase two if my disguise worked. When all this was over, I was going to need a foot massage and redo my pedicure; not to mention a team of people to get me out of the clothes and makeup; but as I walked past store windows and saw my reflection, I almost gave myself an erection or two. Thankfully I had it tucked. Stephano liked helping me with that part as he got to see my dick. We returned to the hostel and turned on my cell phone to activate my stalker's ability to track me and then went across the street to wait. It didn't take long for my stalker to show up and take up a position in sight of the hostel. As soon as I saw him, I pulled the battery out of my phone to blind him to my whereabouts again. He checked his GPS display and looked around nervously and moved to be a little less conspicuous. Stephano and I had a coffee and biscuit and pretended to chat like a couple. I had a few looks as guys checked me out. Fortunately I can pull off being a girl really well as I have really smooth skin with no dark shadows of a beard or anything and I also don't have a visible adams apple. If I wanted to do drag for real, I could probably fool Jason.

He waited around for about half an hour and then gave up after checking his GPS again. Stephano and I got up and followed him at a distance like a couple. The tall dark haired Italian and the super cute brunette hottie on his arm (ME!...I mean me!) We wandered the streets pretending to be window shopping, all the while keeping tabs on my stalker. He eventually wandered into a bar, so we followed and took a seat far enough away that we weren't highly visible, but close enough to see him. He checked his phone again and played around with it for a bit after he ordered a drink something to eat. Stephano and I did the same thing as we figured we might be there awhile. I decided it was time to see how effective my disguise was. If I got busted in the first couple of seconds, it was over. I wandered over and as I got close to him, I deliberately tripped and fell against him and apologized in my girl voice.

"It's no problem," he said politely as he helped me up. So far, so good.

"Thank you so much. How clumsy of me."

"Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine, just a little embarrassed," I said sweetly and in my best girl voice.

I went back and sat down with Stephano as I had passed the first part. "Good job on the disguise, he didn't recognize me at all. I was sure he would."

I positioned myself so that I could see him just out of the corner of my eye, but my face was basically hidden from view with my long hair. I took a breath and put the battery back in my phone and turned it on. Now I was visible again. Fortunately the GPS wouldn't pinpoint the table; simply that I was either in the building or very close by. His phone must have vibrated or something as he took it out and after looking at the display, glanced quickly around the room. When he didn't see me, he took a long hard look and then positioned himself so that he could watch the door. As he checked the display again, I popped out the battery and smiled at Stephano.

"Just enough to fuck with him a little," I said as an explanation. As we ate our meal, we waited for the next opportunity. It came when he headed for the bathroom in the back. I waited a few seconds and made my way down the hall. I lingered around outside the bathroom door until he opened it to come out and I walked right into him and rubbed up against his body, my hand brushing over his crotch.

"Oh god, I'm sorry," he stammered as I leaned against him pretending to be off balance.

"Looks like we're meant to keep running into each other," I said sweetly.

"Fate, I guess. My fault this time, but we seriously have to stop meeting like this, people will start to talk," he grinned.

"Probably, but at least you're cute, so it's not too bad."

"Thank you," he said and moved around me to go back to his meal. I waited a moment and went back to my table and made like I was telling Stephano about what happened. He came a little animated as if he was mad at me and called me a slut, a harlot and a puttana. If the battery was in my phone, I would have looked up harlot...and puttana. Stephano made his call to the guys who were ready for the next phase. They waited a few minutes and then came in. Stephano jumped up and waved them over yelling something in Italian, loud enough to get people's attention. The two guys that came in were dressed as police officers. Stephano told me that they were real police, but part of the `Q'. He pointed at my stalker and waved his arms and said stuff about him, and although I couldn't understand, I knew the general context as it was what we had agreed upon.

The officers went over to my stalker and started to talk to him in Italian. He replied that he didn't speak the language. They said "You attack woman. Stand up signore." He stood and they immediately slapped handcuffs on him. He began to object and asked if they spoke English.

"No Signore. Interpreter at posto di polizia."

"I don't understand. What did I do? Let me get my phone out and it can interpret for me."

"Non capiamo," they said as they took him outside to the waiting police boat and put him in it. I was grinning from ear to ear from the look on his face. I went and paid the waitress for his food and we watched the cop boat pull away. We followed them in a second boat where he was taken to the back of a small office building. I watched as he was removed from the boat, obviously still complaining and led inside.

We waited a minute and then entered. The building was like a small warehouse with several rooms around the outside and a large central area. We could see him sitting in the middle, now handcuffed to a chair. The light was bright in the middle so he wouldn't be able to see us near the entrance. There were four people now standing around the chair trying to converse with him in Italian. I knew from talking to them earlier that they all spoke English, so it was hilarious to watch. He was becoming more and more frustrated, so one of the `officers' removed his baton and raised it as he yelled at him. He un-cuffed him from the chair and took him over to the wall and two of them placed his hands against wall while a third frisked him, emptying his pockets. They looked at his phone, wallet and passport and asked him questions that he didn't understand. Stephano was quietly interpreting for me so I knew what was going on. Finally they pulled his shirt up and yelled at him, telling him to remove it. He didn't understand so they pulled it off him roughly. Next they tapped his belt and waved their fingers at him. He figured that one out and took it off, followed by his shoes. Then they made him remove his pants which he seriously took offense to until they raised the baton again. He was left in his short briefs and socks and pushed back into the chair with his hands cuffed behind him again. He continued to yell at them and try to figure out words that they would understand, like lawyer, embassy, phone call. Then they decided to put a blindfold on him, which he really screamed about.

"Okay, we can go over now and have some fun," Stephano said. We walked over and he talked to the guys in Italian. Romy, the Q president, came out of the back room with a couple of things in his hands and a huge smile on his face. Then finally spoke to the prisoner in English.

"I am Stephano and have been asked to translate for you. Are you American?"

"Not exactly, I have dual citizenship. I live in Canada."

"So you are an American with a passport from another country? Is this to mislead international authorities?"

"No. I live in Canada and have both passports. Why am I here?"

"There was a report that you tried to rape a woman at the restaurant that you were at and there were witnesses that saw the altercation."

"No way. I would never do that. You're making a mistake. I would never be rape a woman and I can prove it." The Italians spoke again and the interpreter continued.

"How can you prove this?"

"I'm gay. I like guys, not girls. There is no way I'd try to rape a female."

"You are homosexual? Is this better than trying to rape women?"

I almost laughed out loud at that and the guys were all grinning as well.

"Nothing illegal about being gay. You're a member of the EU so I know it's legal here."

"You are not in a position to tell us what is legal and what is not legal. You are facing a serious charge and to claim you are a homosexual is not going to help your case. If you are found guilty, you would receive a minimum sentence of 10 years to a maximum of 15."

"But I didn't do anything. What women am I supposed to have attempted to rape?"

"There was a woman in the bathroom hallway that you grabbed and tried to fondle. Her husband saw everything and called the police. The video surveillance shows the crime and a couple of other patrons also saw."

"That's bullshit. She just bumped into me and I helped her back up. Find the women and she'll tell you."

"We will, but for now, I think you need to understand how serious we take this in Italy. A little shock therapy should help you remember the truth."

Romy came up and attached two metal nipple clamps to the prisoner's chest and wet him down with a sponge. I grinned at the look of fear on his face. Then he went and pulled of his socks and attached two more clamps to his big toe. Just that alone looked painful to me.

"This is your last chance to admit the truth, before we resort to the shocking."

"I didn't do it. It is all a misunderstanding. I'm gay! If I was going to rape anyone it would have been a guy, not a girl, shit!"

"So you admit you would rape someone?"

"NO! That's not what I meant. I would never hurt anyone. I just meant that I would never be interested in a girl, even if she threw herself at me willingly."

Romy had attached the clips to a box which I assumed was a sex toy designed to give electro stimulation, but of course the prisoner couldn't know that.

"If you let me make a phone call, we could probably get someone down here to clear this up. I know people here that could vouch for me."

"We don't need that as we have witnesses. It would be better if you just admit it, as it would go easier on you."

"But I didn't do anything," he wailed. Romy flipped a switch and my stalker jumped half a mile and yelped. "I swear I didn't do anything." He was zapped again.

"The officers said that if you don't admit your guilt, they will have to attach the probes to your testicles," he said trying to sound serious, but was grinning like the rest of us.

"No please don't do that. If you could find the woman, she would explain it and tell you it's all a mistake. I promise. I'll even apologize to her and her husband if they think I did something wrong. I came out of the bathroom and just bumped into her. That's all."

The guys spoke in Italian some more and waited about two minutes before they said anything. Then Stephano spoke again. "I understand we have found the woman and she will be arriving shortly. Her husband is with her and is apparently an official with the government. He insists that you be prosecuted. The officers want to finish the shock therapy so that they have your statement of guilt before they arrive."

"This is illegal. I have rights and you'll see when they arrive what a mistake it is."

More talk in Italian, as if he were interpreting. "The officers seriously want to use more of the shock therapy. They have asked me to ask you if you are circumcised or not."

"What the hell does that have to do with anything? Please just wait until they get here."

"If you are uncircumcised, they attach probes to your foreskin as well as your testicles. Apparently they have found that more sensitive, but if you are circumcised, they just put a small metal rod into your urethra for the shocking."

"You can't so that. It's against the laws of the European court. Torture to obtain a confession is illegal. Any confession I gave you wouldn't be admissible in court."

One of the officers yelled at him as if he wanted to get on with it.

"He wants to know the answer to his question, and said if you don't answer, they'll just strip you and find out anyway."

"Circumcised," he said reluctantly.

"They have agreed to wait until the others arrive before they do anymore, but if the husband wishes to proceed, they would not hold back. If you are guilty, you should admit it now as their methods can be quite brutal."

"I promise I didn't do anything. We can wait and you'll see this was all a mistake."

We left him sitting there handcuffed, almost naked and blindfolded, and went into one of the side rooms away from him.

"This is awesome!" I grinned excitedly.

"Stephano and you will come in the room and one of the other guys will take over the interpreting. We'll remove the blindfold when you show up and you can have your fun for as long as you can get away with it," Romy said smiling. "I just hope he has a great sense of humor."

We went back out almost 15 minutes later and told him that the woman and her husband were arriving. Stephano and I went back to the door and made a point of opening the door to act like we had just entered. The blindfold was pulled off my semi naked stalker and my `husband' and I walked in hand in hand.

"Oh, thank god. Please tell them that this is just a mistake," he yelled out squinting to see up properly as we came out of the darkened entrance towards him.

"Sir, Ma'am is this the man that you saw in the restaurant?"

"Si," said Stephano. I just nodded.

I walked up behind him and bent down to whisper in his ear. "I'm sorry sir, my husband is very jealous and will beat me if I don't go along with him."

I stood up as Stephano yelled at me in broken English. "Get away from him, you filthy puttana. If I had my way, he would get the electric chair for trying to rape you."

"Sir, I assure you, I didn't try anything with your wife?"

"She is not good enough for you, is that it?"

"No! No! That's not what I meant. She is beautiful, but I'm not into women. I like guys."

"Maybe we should test that. If you are gay, as you claim then my wife would have no effect on you."

"Exactly. Finally someone understands."

"Prove this to me. Whore, go and be with the man you allowed to fondle you. If he reacts we know his guilt and he can be taken away." I tried hard to look shocked at the idea, but inside was grinning so hard, I was almost becoming un-tucked from an impending erection that would be inevitable. I went over and straddled his lap and sat down on him, keeping my face over his shoulder to avoid giving him a close up look. I sat down and wiggled on his crotch for a couple minutes.

"That's enough, woman!" Yelled my `husband'. I got off and stood to the side.

"Well, is he erect?" I grabbed his crotch and found him to be as limp as if he'd come out of a polar bear swim. I shook my head.

"Maybe he just needed fondling like in the restaurant. Perhaps that's how he gets off with the women he attacks. Find out."

I slid my hand inside the waistband of his shorts and took a hold of his limp cock and soft balls. I stroked him a few times and although he began to respond a bit, it certainly wasn't enough to say he was aroused in any way. He was scared shitless and I'm sure that would prevent any erection. Perhaps only a blowjob or actual fucking could make it come to life, and then if it was with a wife of a raging guy in front of him, that might not even work.

"Enough of that! Is this what you do when I'm at work? Maybe I should have you charged as well," Stephano bellowed at me. I removed my hand and told him that there was no reaction.

"Ufficiale, did you get a confession from this piece of American slime?"

The officer responded in Italian and I heard `Canadian' in the words.

"Same thing," he snarled. Whoa, call him a rapist and a piece of shit if you want to, but do not reduce him to `American'. I laughed to myself considering he was actually an American as well. "So what are you waiting for, strip him and get the confession?"

"No, wait! I'm sorry. Whatever happened was just an accident. I didn't mean to touch your wife in any way but I didn't want to let her fall down when I ran into her. If you saw the surveillance, you know it wasn't deliberate. Please believe me."

"I cannot trust anything Americans or Canadians say. You come over here and try to use your money to buy our women and impress them with your fancy things. Not so easy to impress us now that you are almost naked. Maybe we should test your gay theory another way."

I grinned as he said it as this was our final phase. Romy took the opportunity to hit the switch on his sex zapper and the prisoner jumped a little and squeaked out a yelp. It obviously wasn't painful, just a vibrating surprise. The blindfold was put back on him and I quickly dropped the dress, leaving me in panty hose and bra. I straddled him again and rubbed my bra against his chest and made sure he felt my soft skin.

"What the hell?" This isn't me attacking anyone. This is you attacking me," he complained.

I reached beneath me and once again put my hand into his underwear and played with his cock and balls as I wiggled on him. I was having an effect, but nothing significant. I shook my head at the guys.

"It looks like you really are a faggot. No man can resist my wife, so if you were a real man you would already be with a full erection. Unless of course you cannot get it up." He laughed sinisterly and walked up to me and popped the bra and carefully removed it making sure the little tennis balls size jelly packs didn't fall. We removed the wig and eyelashes as I kept wiggling on his cock and playing with him.

"Well let's see if he really is a homosexual, shall we. Maybe one of us should fuck him. I'm sure he'd like that. Would you like that boy? If someone fucked you would that get you harder than my wife playing with you?"

"Normally, yes. But in this circumstance I couldn't get hard if my boyfriend and Justin Bieber were playing with me."

"I think that might be a lie," Stephano grinned as he looked at me. Romy yanked off the blindfold as I leaned tight against him so that he wouldn't recognize me right away. Once the blindfold was off, I rubbed his soft hair and sat back to look into his familiar blue eyes, although mine were still blue as well. I smiled as I sat back to let him see me for the very first time. It took a second for him to recognize me and then he grinned from ear to ear, both as a sign of relief and happiness to see me.

"Hi baby!" I said to my boyfriend. "Hitting on women now I hear?"

"Holy fuck Justin, you scared the crap out of me. Well done sweetie. Well done. Can someone un-cuff me now? Holy shit!!" The look on Colin's face went from one of fear and distress to one of relief and thrill.

"I dunno Colin. I have you almost naked with my hand on your cock. We should prove to my Italian husband that you really are gay or he might not drop the charges." I laughed.

"Keep playing with it like that and I may not be able to stop it. Holy fuck, you have no idea how fast my heart is beating. I thought I was in serious shit."

The guys un-cuffed him and took off the clips still attached to his nipples and toes. I got off Colin and pulled him up so we could hug and kiss. Romy stepped into his line of sight and said hi. He had had to stay out of the way as Colin knew who he was.

"I can't believe you guys did all this. Police and police boat. You got me good. Best practical joke yet. Fuck, I think I might need clean underwear you scared me so bad." He shook the guy's hands and then hugged Romy and Stephano.

"Hey, get your hands off my husband or Ill have you arrested again," I giggled. "Anyway, I can't stay long, I have to get back to the hostel as I have a secret admirer who I think wants to fuck me and I think tonight might be the night."

"I can assure you that he'll be fucking you tonight. I know him personally. Christ I still can't get my heart to slow down. That was the best prank ever. What I can't believe is that I didn't recognize you. Damn you make a hot woman."

"Maybe, but women's clothes are seriously uncomfortable. Well, not the dress, I kinda liked the breeze blowing on my balls. Made me feel naked. Otherwise I can't wait to get this stuff off." One of the guys brought my other clothes over and I quickly changed out of the pantyhose and panties. They were like dental floss up my ass. I'm obviously not shy, so standing naked in front of the guys for a few seconds wasn't a big deal, although I could see them looking, none harder than Colin.

They helped me get all the makeup off in the washroom and I finally looked like myself again. I went back out to everyone. "So do you think this look will get you hard?" I asked as I groped Colin through his jeans now that he hard redressed.

"Guys, thank you so much for the help, and one of the greatest tricks I've ever played. I couldn't have done it without you, so we would like to take you all out to dinner and drinks." They grinned and we insisted on a fine dining restaurant. We were given a few suggestions and Romy made a call to get all of us a reservation for later on. I hugged everyone again and we agreed to meet there at 7. One guy said he had lots of pictures of them getting me ready and how I looked as a woman, as well as the events in the warehouse which he would send me. I gave him my email and phone info.

We got a boat ride back to the hostel, so I could get changed. As soon we got into my room, I pushed Colin onto the bed and jumped on top of him. We kissed like we hadn't seen each other in years. We rolled around on the bed and hugged each other tight. As I slid my hand into his pants to get at the good stuff, he stopped me.

"Save it for later baby, we have all night."

"Aww, come on! Let's fuck!"

"You're such a romantic, Justin," he laughed.

"I know right!" So are you gonna stuff me or not?"

"Later, back at the hotel. Pack your things and let's go over to my hotel so I can get changed or we'll be late."

"We can be late. I need some lovin' honey," I said as I went back to kissing him and wiggling all over his body.

He laughed and hugged me hard as we mashed our lips together as if we were just one person. I was almost sorry that we'd have to stop to go to dinner. I was ready to get naked and stay naked for the rest of the week. He eventually squirmed out from under me and pulled me off the bed to pack. Each time I bent over to pick something up or put it in my backpack, he grabbed my hips and simulated fucking me.

"If you want the real thing, just yanks my pants down and go for it! Otherwise stop teasing as you've giving me a raging boner, and my dick is pouring precum by the litre."

We made our way over to his hotel, holding hands the entire way. I stayed so close to him that our shoulders were touching most of the walk.

"They must have had a lot of rain here. Notice how flooded their streets are," I said with a deadpan face. "We should probably buy some boots."

"I missed that sense of humor. But instead of boots, we should grab a mop and bucket and help with the cleanup."

We laughed and joked all the way back to his hotel, the Ca Sagredo. As we entered, I was amazed by the decadence of it. I wondered if maybe it was one of the many palaces or castles throughout Europe. I felt like a princess... well, a prince, since I no longer had my boobs or pantyhose. We made our way to his room and when he opened the door, I was blown away. It was spectacular. In the centre of the room was a giant chandelier and it looked like a place that royalty would stay when in town.

"Holy crap, this is insane. Much better than my hostel rooms," I laughed as I dropped the pack onto a chair.

"Well it should be for $3500 a night," he smiled as he took off his shirt to head for the bathroom.

"Are you kidding me? A couple of nights here and you'll have spent more on just this room than I've spent on my entire trip," I remarked. Not including the Swarovski crystal purchases, I thought to myself.

He dropped his pants and I flung my clothes off and ran after him. If we were going to shower, I wasn't missing a chance to be with him in there. It took a lot longer than normal and we soaped each other in places I had almost forgotten about. I made sure that he was really clean by rimming his ass and once he got a hard on, I helped with that too.

"I guess you really are one of them faggots!" I mumbled as I sucked his cock. "You couldn't get it up for Justine, but you're rock hard for Justin!"

He pulled me up and kissed me again as our boners rubbed against each other. "Yep, I guess I must be because I'm in love with a cute blond boy.

"Come on baby, fuck me. We have time. Make love to me and show me that you haven't forgotten how to use that thing," I said as I grabbed him and held onto his throbbing pole.

"Now worry about that!" He laughed. "And from all the pictures and emails you sent, there's no worry that you've forgotten how to use yours. I figured I better get to Europe and find you before you did every gay guy over here."

"And some straight boys," I laughed.

"Slut."

"But I'm your slut!" I said as I turned around and wiggled my ass against his cock. I bent over and pulled my cheeks apart and tried to back onto him, but he just slapped my ass hard and told me to wait. I stood up, turned around and pouted like a kid being denied an ice cream. I wondered if I stomped my feet and threw a hissy fit, if he'd change his mind. We finished in the shower and headed back to the bedroom. Unlike my clothes which were all stuffed into my backpack, his were all neatly hung in the closet looking fresh and pressed.

"You know that kid you sent to give me the media card thought you were old. He guessed 30. Maybe I should consider trading you in for a younger looking model," I laughed.

"Seriously, he figured I was 30? Oh well he wasn't very old himself so no doubt he sees everyone over 20 as old. But I better go and use some moisturizer before we go out," he laughed.

"I guess I better wear something of yours if we're going to dinner. Mine are good for Denny's but not so much for fine dining," I said as I went through the clothes.

That's one advantage of having a same sex partner. You have twice as many clothes to choose from. It also helps that were almost the same size too. Of course with Colin and me, we even wore each other's underwear, so a shirt and pair of pants was nothing. I selected a nice suit and shirt, but stopped short of wearing a tie. Colin looked so hot in his navy blue pinstripe suit that I wanted to throw him on the bed and have another go at him. After adding a few rings and a neck chain, I was killer hot. My shoes weren't perfect, but we polished them enough to get away with it.

We headed out like the gay couple we were, holding hands and attracting attention by how hot we looked. At least that's what I saw. Maybe they were just looking at us because we were two guys holding hands. It didn't matter. I was just happy to be with my boyfriend again. Sex and all the different adventures I'd had so far was incredible, but being with Colin made me feel like I was special. We took a cab to the restaurant and met the guys. All of whom looked hot all dressed up. We hugged and got a kiss on both cheeks from each one of them. Kind of a tradition, I figured.

We talked about my trip, about Colin's stalking of me, and of course about the prank. We also discussed the Q' a bit. Romy said that there really wasn't a gay lifestyle in Venice, but lots of gay visitors came here for romance. He said that most lifestyles were just accepted, so there was no need for real gay clubs or bath houses. It was the same way that Canada was going before our new Government got their majority. Now we were all a little worried about where it was headed as they were a lot more homophobic. The meal we had went on and on. Course after course with plenty of wine between each one. I was full and slightly drunk. By the time we said goodnight, it was almost midnight. I had never spent 5 hours having dinner before. In Canada, it was eat and get out so they could turn the table over for more customers. In Italy it was more like a social event. Even our waiter interacted at times and Romy told us that he was a member of the Q' as well. He was killer cute and my dick went hard on more than one occasion while he was around. We made sure to swap info with everyone, and that include Benito, our waiter. I know what you're thinking. I got his number so I could have sex with him tomorrow. Not true. I waited until the day after.

Colin and I got back to the hotel and as soon as the door closed I ripped my clothes off and jumped onto the bed. I put my head on the pillow and lifted my legs up and pulled them back and held onto my ankles.

"I'm ready! Fuck me!" I yelled at Colin who was taking his time hanging up his clothes.

"What about foreplay, kissing, hugging? Just dinner and a fuck?" Chuckled Colin, as he rapidly removed the rest of his clothes and jumped on top of me.

"Well, I offered to skip dinner," I laughed as I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him closer. I felt him rise between us as we pressed ourselves together. We made love for several hours taking our time before getting to the actual fuck. It wasn't sex; it was love, pure and simple. If I had just wanted sex, I would have dragged Benito home, but with Colin naked beside me, I was beyond happy. I realized that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. As he finally entered me and we kissed, the electricity between us could have powered the city. The feel of his familiar penis sliding into my tight (no seriously...it's still tight) hole had tears form in my eyes as I held his face against mine and he gently fucked me. There was no rough slam and bang, just slow and passionate. Once he was done, it didn't take long for him recover and we switched places. I pushed into my gorgeous boyfriend and we went at it again. Several times throughout the night we woke up to make love again.

It was a late morning and we decided to order breakfast in bed. Both of us were just in our boxer briefs when the waiter arrived and he almost got jumped by both of us he was so cute. I think he blushed several shades of red when we hit on him a little. Of course that little bit of flirting got us horny again, so we fed each other breakfast and then helped lick any food off each other. After a long hot shower, we dressed and went off to explore Venice together, arm in arm. I wrapped my arms around him and placed my head on his shoulder as we walked and explored all the art galleries, cafes and canals. It had been a great vacation so far meeting new people and screwing most of them, but walking with Colin made it ten times better. We shared laughs together and each romantic thing we came across was just that much more intense. Finally we jumped into a gondola and were serenaded as we lay there in each other's arms. The gondolier sang some song, and although we had no idea of the words it was romantic anyway. It was a bit chilly on the water so we wrapped a blanket over top of us and snuggled together. I could have stayed there all day. We tipped the gondolier and went to dinner at a really intimate restaurant, and finished the day back in bed. I think we tried to set an endurance record and I lost count of how many times we entered each other. The taste of him was like an addiction and the more I licked and ate, the more I wanted. In the morning we got up early and had yet another breakfast in bed.

"So let's make a run to Pisa today," Colin suggested.

"Pizza? We just had breakfast baby, but pizza sounds awesome for later."

He laughed. "Not pizza, Pisa...as in leaning tower of."

"I know, but it's always fun to play dumb. How do we get there? But seriously, no pizza?"

"We can take a limo, train or a bus tour."

"Well, I've been on lots of trains, so let's do the bus tour. We won't learn much about the country if we go by limo," I suggested.

We went down to the concierge who recommended we go by high speed train to Florence and then change to Pisa. It was 3½ hours each way. Colin wanted a first class ticket, but I told him we meet more fun people in 2nd class.

"You mean you want to go cattle?" He grinned.

"I think they call it tourist class. Not sure they refer to it as cattle."

We put the stuff we'd need for the day into my daypack. Camera, passports, lube, train tickets and the Pisa tower tickets that we were told to buy online to avoid disappointment when we got there and some extra lube...it was a 7 hour trip. Colin suggested that we could use the plane as it would take only 30 minutes but that really defeated the whole purpose if you ask me. We boarded the train and got a nice seat together. A couple of girls sat in front of us and we chatted to them the whole way to Florence. I think they were trying to pick us up until I took a hold of Colin's hand and put my head on his shoulder. Then they went from all flirty to all cutesy and told us how great we looked together and that they wished more guys could show more of their feminine side. I'd already shown more of my feminine side that I wanted to this week thanks, but I did check to make sure my shirt was buttoned up properly. I didn't need my tennis ball boobs showing anymore. They were from Spain and like us were travelling Europe. Fortunately they were getting off in Florence to see David. I thought it was one of their boyfriend's, but she said David was Michelangelo's. I didn't even know the Teenage Ninja Turtle had a boyfriend. Colin elbowed me for that comment. We agreed to stop by and see it on the way back. We changed trains in Florence and went from speeding across the country in a high speed train that felt like we were about to take off at any minute, to a regular speed train. We sat in front of a couple of cute dark skinned guys who didn't speak English, but smiled at us a lot, especially when Colin and I relaxed against each other and got comfortable. I put my leg over his and curled up against him. It was a much better way to travel than by myself, even though I enjoyed meeting tons of new people. After a while, I turned around and looked up at him. Seeing his face smiling down at me as he rubbed my hair.

"You know baby, I love you so much and we're in one of the most romantic cities in the world. Why don't we get married today? Just you and me. Go to the court house and make our love official for all time. We can always have another wedding for all our friends later."

"That would be great, except for one small problem. Gay marriage isn't legal in Italy. No one would marry us and even if they did it wouldn't be binding. We'd have to go to Spain, or the Netherlands or back home first," he smiled as he leaned down and kissed me. I saw the cute guys across from us smile at each other and touch knees together. I wondered if they were a couple. Perhaps they came from a country where being gay wasn't as accepted and they were scared to let their relationship show in public.

"Oh well. Just an idea. I still have to figure out a really cool wedding for us. Do you have any thoughts?"

"Sweetie, I'll be happy with whatever you come up with. Hell I'd be happy with a small ceremony at the house with just our families. As long as I get to be with you, nothing else matters."

"Aww...that's so cute, but I want it to be spectacular. An event to rival the Royal Wedding."

He laughed. "Good luck with that!"

We arrived in Pisa and made our way to the Leaning Tower. I had to have more fun and acted like a dumb tourist. "Dude, where the tower of pizzas you promised to show me. I'm starving," I said loudly.

"Not pizza, Pisa." Colin grinned knowing what I was up to.

"Thatsa what I said... pizza," I repeated in my Italian accent. "Sorry if I didn't say it all Italian for you."

"No, it's not pizza you can eat. It's that building over there," he said pointing to the amazing leaning tower. But I wasn't done having fun.

"Holy shit dude, whoever built that was on some serious drugs. Not even I've been that fucked up. They should sue!"

"I think they guy's probably dead. It was built like a billion years ago."

"So maybe the dinosaurs knocked it over then," I giggled.

"Come on dumbass, let's go check it out," he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the entrance. Now, I know the whole thing has been renovated and stabilized to prevent it falling over, but there's something unnerving about going into a building that's leaning like that. They should seriously straighten it, although the `straight tower of Pisa' may not have as much of a tourist draw.

We took lots of pictures from the top, around the outside and of course had to do the usual picture of standing back and making it look like we were holding it up. Another awesome thing to add to my list of things I'd seen. Woohoo.

"Colin," I sang as we headed away from the tower, "I have another leaning tower you can explore if you want." I grabbed his hand and put it on my crotch so he could feel my tower.

"Really? Here? Right now? What made you hard this time?" He said as he looked around for a cute guy that may have caught my eye.

"You! I think you're giving off pheromones that I'm sucking in and making me crazy horny. Wanna go find a bathroom and fuck?"

"I think this trip has definitely made you hornier, if that's even possible. Let's wait until we get back to Venice."

I whined and moaned like a kid who didn't get the right toy in his McHappy meal. "Well can we have a leaning tower of pizza? I'm starving!"

We quickly found a restaurant where I could have my pizza before we continued our touring. The next stop was in the same plaza as the Tower. Right next door to the tower was the Camposanto Cemetery. It was easy to find as it was in the dead centre of the city...I'll wait. Just a historical site in the same area so we took pictures and looked around. Nothing special per se but some of the burial went back as far as the 1200's. We took our time looking around Pisa and taking plenty of pictures before heading back to Florence to stop at the Galleria dell'Accademia to see the statue of Michelangelo's David. It was a prominent statue in the gallery and of course one of the most famous in the world.

"I don't know what's so special about that guy. I wouldn't date him. Sure he has big hands and feet, which if he were wearing clothes would make him VERY interesting, but since he's naked, that myth really has gone out the window. He's kinda small and his balls seem way too big. Obviously he didn't jerk off before posing. Not only that, the guy is obviously a drug addict."

"Why would you say that?"

Well, first look at his eyes, they looked dead inside and second...he's stoned!" I giggled.

Colin pushed me aside and groaned. We had our picture taken with him and made a few gestures around his junk. We looked around the rest of the museum and made our way back to the train to arrive in time for a late dinner. We called Romy and Stephano enroute and invited them to join us.

The dinner was great and lasted at least three hours. I had no idea how they took so long to have a meal and by the time it was over, I was almost delirious to get back and have sex with my boyfriend. We invited Romy and Stephano to come back to the hotel and have some fun, which they were more than happy to do.

Almost as soon as we got back to the room we all made out together. I slowly stripped Colin while Romy and Stephano watched. Then once he was naked, Romy stripped Stephano, then Colin undressed Romy and Stephano did me. It was more fun than just ripping our clothes off, jumping on the bed and fucking. Once we were all naked...we jumped on the bed and began fucking. The guys spent the night and we got to know them really well. I explored every inch of our guests and they used every inch they had to explore me, inside and out. I mean after all, Stephano was my husband so it only made sense for him to make love to his wife overnight, while my boyfriend made out with my husband's boyfriend. I think I'm getting a headache.

In the morning we kissed the boys goodbye and Colin and I decided to leave Venice behind and travel again.

"So what's next on your trip?" Colin asked as we packed up.

"I was gonna go to Greece then over to Spain, but I think now that you're here, I'd love to fly to Athens for a couple of days, just to see it and then, I'd like to go home. I miss the guys and I realize that if I travel again, I want at least you with me and as many of our friends as we can take. I loved meeting new people, but I'll bet we could meet dozens together."

"Alright, Athens it is. I'll alert the pilot and we'll leave after breakfast." We went down to the restaurant and had a great breakfast as we sat side by side on the terrace overlooking the Grand Canal. I loved the fact that there were no cars, only boats. It seemed so peaceful in the city. We made our way to the airport and climbed aboard our plane. It was nice to be in familiar surroundings again and after a short hop to Athens we found a really nice hotel and I almost couldn't wait to see all the historic sites. The Acropolis, the Temple of Zeus, The original Olympic Stadium, Parthenon, and so much more. I looked up all the gay places to visit and there were so many that it took us a week to cover them all. Colin and I never left each other alone for the entire week, although we did drag home a lot of the Greek boys. No wonder the Emperors picked boys to fuck way back in history. They were super cute. English was a bit of a problem for some, but once you got them naked, they pretty much got the idea. I loved Greece, which is very different than lube... In a way, the city reminded me of Rome with all the old buildings and insane history. The ruins of ancient buildings that you hear about in history were mixed in with the modern city of today. I loved it. Sex and history. Nice! But sadly it came to an end all too quickly, but we met some great people and had a wonderful time together. We agreed to head home finally, but Colin asked if we could stop by his parent's place in Los Angeles on the way as he hadn't been home in a while. Of course I agreed as I loved that massive house of theirs. We flew out of Athens and I think we slept more than half the trip back curled up together in the bedroom. We landed at LAX and were immediately whisked through customs to a waiting limousine. I guess it was back to normal again. No more trains and hostels. It was off to the mansion by limousine. I liked being middle of the road. Having money to do things, but not flaunting it, although every once in a while it was nice to show off just a little. It was bad enough that my luggage was a backpack. I felt like a hitchhiker when we arrived at Colin's mansion. His Mom and Dad came out to greet us and were as welcoming as ever. I hugged them both as if they were already my own Mom and Dad.

"Welcome home, son. Dinner is at 7 in the main dining room. We'll see you there," said Mom. I went to get my bag out of the car, but was assured the staff would bring it up to our room. I loved this house. It was as big as a hotel and had just about as many staff. Even though we had slept for a while, I felt exhausted and drained. After almost a month of travel, I was ready to go home and see everyone. I missed my brother and Alex, not to mention Kyle and Troy and everyone else. We made the long trek to our bedroom and flipped on the lights as we entered.

"SURPRISE!"

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