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When in Rome
By Simon Peter
This is my second visit to Rome. What a city! I enjoy the sights, the people, the cuisine, the shopping, almost everything. I can't claim that so far I have been lucky sexually. I have made it a point not to seek sex partners although whether Italian or tourist, there are lots of possibilities. I just feel that I want to relax and enjoy Italy. If something does come up, I wouldn't say no, but I will not actively seek it.
I am sitting at a small table in one of those cute sidewalk cafes, sipping on my espresso, watching people passing by. I notice two guys that are quite good-looking, standing a few meters away, deep into conversation. What strikes me most is the close physical proximity they maintain towards each other. Normally, guys, even close friends, would not stand so close to each other out in the open.
These guys almost touch bodies as they talk and gesture. I also notice that they both glance towards where I am sitting every now and then. I don't give this much thought, but I enjoy watching them, two cute young guys on the street in Rome.
A few minutes later, the two guys seem to decide on something and start moving towards where I am sitting. They look Spanish rather than Italian. Italian guys are usually more into fashion and stuff, but these guys are in jeans and t-shirts. I can't help but notice how hot they look. They are both of similar height and build, maybe 180-185 cms tall (around 5' 9), slim, and fit. I place them in their early twenties. One of them has a light beard. As they approach, I realize that they are planning to address me.
"Good day," the darker guy with the light beard says in Italian.
I smile. "Sorry, I don't speak Italian," I say apologetically. "English?"
"Oh, si, si English, perfetto," he smiles back, showing white teeth. "I speak the English and Rico my friend he speak the English also."
"Perfetto," I repeat, still smiling, wondering where this is going.
"Rico my friend," the guy says placing an arm around Rico's waist, "wonder if maybe you got a cigarette for us?" They both glance at the packet of Winstons I have on the table.
"Oh," so they want to bum a cigarette. I know that tobacco is quite expensive in Europe where a pack of Winstons might go for 8 or 9 euros. I always buy mine from the duty free shop.
"Sure," I say as I pick up the packet of cigarettes and hand it to the guy.
He opens the flap and takes one cigarette out, handing it to Rico and placing the packet back on the table.
"You don't smoke?" I inquire.
"Si, yes, I smoke," he says. "But not nice to say for two cigarettes, no?"
"No, I mean yes, I mean it's ok, buddy. You can have one, too."
He smiles and takes another cigarette from the packet. "No baddy," he says as he fishes a lighter out of his tight jeans pocket, outlining a nice packet around his crotch that I couldn't ignore. "My name Alfredo, not baddy."
I laugh as I realize that when I called him buddy he thought I was using his name. "Nice to meet you Alfredo, and you too, Nico," I address the other boy who has already lit up and inhales deeply. "Say, boys, would you like to join me for coffee?" I offer. The two boys look so enticing that I want to prolong the meeting with them and enjoy their hot looks, now that I have supplied them with the tobacco.
They both agree eagerly and sit around the table with me. I light up a cigarette also and wonder whether those two are lovers or not. They certainly behave very close and they can't be related since I don't notice any likeness between them.
"So, are you Italian?" I inquire to start the conversation.
"Me," Alfredo says, "si, Italiano, but Nico, no, is Espanol from Barcelona."
"That's nice," I smile as I remember one of my trips to Barcelona where I watched the gay parade and had a couple of interesting sexual meets (one of which was my first glory-hole experience). "I have been to Barcelona. A very nice city."
"And, you from?" Alfredo asks.
"Oh, so sorry," I realize that I haven't introduced myself. "I'm Eddie and I now live in Istanbul. Turkey?"
"Yes," Nico speaks for the first time. His voice is thin and high, and I decide that the boys are gay just from Nico's tone. "Barcelona nice. Nice restos. We have paella there. You like paella?"
I hate paella! I almost threw up when I had it in Barcelona. It tasted too fishy for me. "Well," I try to hedge, seeing how proud Nico was of this national dish. "Paella is very interesting, but I am not much of a sea food person."
"Oh, I make fantastic paella, multo fantastic, no fish, if you no like fish."
I can't make out some of what he says and my replication of the conversation in languages other than English here will sound weird. But the accent and the foreignness of the language and the place and the two hot guys stir my emotions, hence my desire, building to lust.
"If no fish," I smile, "then I love paella." I wonder what other than fish there can be inside the rice!
"Nico, he my friend," Alfredo places his hand on his friend's arm, "is best cook. Nico is very best." I notice the squeeze of Alfredo's hand on Nico's arm and the look of love on Nico's face as he takes his friend's compliment. Yes, they are lovers. Definitely.
But what has this got to do with me? The coffee arrives and we sip on the hot strong liquid. There is another round of cigarettes. We try to keep the conversation going, and I learn that Alfredo and Nico are living together in a small apartment in Rome and that they go to college, both majoring in fashion design.
"But the way you dress," I make a comment. "I would have expected something more fashionable than jeans and t-shirts."
Both boys laugh. "We no advertise," Alfredo tries to explain. "But we like how you dress. You in fashion too?"
"No," I laugh. But it is true. I tend to be a smart dresser. My body helps, of course, but I usually buy tasteful clothes that fit well, not too tight, but tight enough to enhance my slim figure. I wear jeans- pants, tight at the crotch, making it look appealing to whoever might be interested. "You think I'm well-dressed, then?"
The two boys glance at each other. "Stand, please?" Alfredo says.
Shit! They want me to model right there in the sidewalk café in front of all the people, in the middle of Rome, Italy! Embarrassedly, I stand up. They look at me appreciatively, I hope, as I watch their faces closely.
"Alfredo," Nico says in a high-pitched voice. "You think maybe we can make Eddy nice cloth? He dress nice but we make the nicer, no?"
Alfredo is gazing at my crotch. Without removing his eyes he nods. "Eddy can dress very nice. We make you dress very nice, Eddy," He finally looks up at me. I return to my seat and think: they may be two hustlers, trying to rip me off by selling me some clothing or something. But they are too cute to ignore. Besides, what the fuck, I am a grown young man and I can take care of myself if things don't go the way I want them to go. There are already stirrings in my groin.
"So you can dress me nicely, Alfredo and Nico, huh? What do you suggest?"
"First," Nico seems very excited now, "we must to take measures, si?"
"Then," Alfredo added, also growing excited about the idea, "find nice what-you-call-it ... stuff ... cloths, materials, ok?"
"Ok," I smile agreeably. I love the way they have warmed up to the idea. This will be a first for me: two hot young fashion designers dressing me up.
"Can you come with us to apartment? We can do all that. It not far. Only 5 minute of walk, ok?"
So we walk to the apartment, the two boys chattering in their beautiful sing-song Italian, or perhaps Spanish. I wouldn't be able to tell the difference, except that they sounded like they were singing a happy song.
The apartment is small. Actually, it's just one fairly-large room with a kitchen area and what looks like a sofa-bed. Hmmm. Yes, my first thoughts about those guys as a couple are being confirmed. There are all kinds of stuff strewn around the place: different pieces of material, paraphernalia of designers, and such. The place, however, is homey and clean.
Nico immediately starts taking measurements. I stand in the middle of the room as he uses a measuring tape to record the size of the shoulders, arms, waist, height, etc. I feel the pressure of his hand as he places the measuring tape under my balls and measures the in-seams. My dick stirs. Nico takes his time, and I feel that he is taking much longer than necessary, his hand practically fondling my balls. As he kneels in front of me, my desire makes me reach out and touch his head, fondling his hair.
He looks up at me and smiles, pressing a little more at the base of my balls.
"No finish, Nico?" Alfred walks over. I am almost sure that he has noticed Nico's interest in my crotch and he glares at my hand fondling Nico's hair. Nico sighs and stands up.
"Si, finish, bambino," Nico says. Alfred pulls Nico close by the waist and plants a kiss on his lips. I take this as a direct message to me: Hands off buster; this is my property. Alfredo is setting territorial rights or something, which from what has happened so far are going to be broken.
Nico and Alfred start discussing what I assume the kind of clothing they are going to choose for me, all in incomprehensible Italian/Spanish. I gather a couple of words here and there-bellissimo, mama mia- but I can't make out the actual details. Finally, the two boys turn to me.
"You must to un-cloth," Alfredo tells me.
"Huh?" I ask bewildered.
"Un-cloth, you know, take your cloth away. We must to dress you."
"Oh, I get it. You mean undress."
"Si, undress, un-cloth."
I laugh and start to take off my shirt. "What do you want me to take off? Pants too?"
"Si, pants too."
Nico is running his tongue along his lower lip. Alfredo is watching me as I take off my shirt, revealing my patch of hair in the middle of my chest. I cannot claim that I have a chiseled chocolate tablet for a chest, but my abs are quite well-formed, and the hair trails down my flat belly to my navel.
"Nice body," Nico hisses.
Alfredo glares at his friend with half a frown then turns back to me. "No difficult dress you, Eddie," he says. "You have nice body as Nico say." He approaches and runs his hand lightly across my chest and belly. Nico follows and reaches out for my chest also, but Alfredo pulls Nico's hand away, gently but forcefully. Nico pouts. Inwardly, I smile and I start getting an erection: nothing full-blown yet, but a decided elongation that starts to bulge my pants crotch.
"I say maybe size 14? 14 and a half?" Alfredo says "half" pronouncing the "l" which I think is cute. At this point everything about these guys sounds and looks cute to me. My anticipation is growing. Will the situation evolve to any kind of sex? Alfredo seems to be jealous, but Nico is definitely interested.
Although I prefer the manlier Alfredo, Nico will do as well. I will take his effeminate behavior along with Alfredo's hunkish physique. I am sure that Alfredo is the "top" in their relationship.
"Now pants?" Alfredo says, stepping back a few steps.
As I unbuckle my belt, I decide on something.
"Alfredo," I ask, pulling my pants down, revealing my boxer briefs, now bulging with my semi-erection, "You and Nico? Are you gay?"
Both boys inhale. Shit! Maybe I shouldn't have been so direct. You blew it, Ed!
After what seemed like a long moment of embarrassment, Alfredo sighs and says, "Si, yes, Nico is my amor, how you say, lover."
Nico chimes in, gazing at my bulge, "And Alfredo is my bambino." If the two guys are lovers, why are they showing so much interest in me? In my bulge in particular?
Without any hesitation, looking me straight in the eyes, Alfredo moves one step closer and says, "And you, Eddie, you gay?"
"He look gay, Alfredo," Nico says in his high-pitched voice. I definitely don't look or act in an effeminate way like Nico, but the kid has some kind of a gay-radar or something.
Alfredo doesn't move, waiting for my answer, gazing into my eyes.
"Yes, Alfredo, I am gay, and I like you and Nico very much."
I say this as I stand right there, facing them, bare torso, with my dick stretching the cotton fabric of my underwear. The two boys glance at each other, as if what appeared to me to be a confirmation of what they have been arguing about earlier.
"We, Nico and me, discuss you before. Nico say yes. I say no way. You no look gay. Nico win."
"Win?" I ask. "You were betting on me being gay?"
"In Italia, amigo, we bet on everything. Si, we bet. Nico win."
Nico is smirking and running his hand up and down his chest over his nylon-looking t-shirt.
"So, how much did Nico win? What was the bet?" I wanted to know how many euros I was worth!
"If Nico win, he suck you. If I win, Nico fuck me."
Wow! Jesus H. Christ! This is certainly not what I have expected. I am going to get a blow job. Also, since Alfredo doesn't seem to allow Nico to fuck him usually, it sounds to me a win-win situation for Nico!
The boys wait for my reaction anxiously. Nico is almost dancing on his feet. Slowly, I peel down my boxer briefs and my 20-centimeter (8 inches) cut cock springs out and up at an angle, now fully erect and throbbing. "Nico, come and get your prize."
Within seconds, Nico is on his knees in front of me, licking his way up my hairy balls to the underside of my exposed cock shaft, engulfing the mushroom head with his lips. Alfredo is still standing where he is, rubbing his crotch and gazing at me, not looking at Nico slobbering on my rod.
Smiling at Alfredo, I wink and nod my head in invitation. I want Alfredo. Nico can suck my dick to his content. But I want Alfredo. Alfredo approaches, and I pull him to me and plant a deep kiss on his lips.
He immediately responds by opening his mouth and extending out his tongue probing between my lips into my mouth. As Nico tries to swallow the shaft with loud sounds of gagging and slobbering, Alfredo and I tongue kiss with passion. Afredo has glued his body onto my side and his erection rubs on my bare hip with intensity and lustful heat.
The afternoon is spent with the three of us on the sofa bed, naked and entwined.
We started with Alfredo spreading Nico's ass cheeks, rimming his hole, and fucking him fiercely as Nico sucked on my cock. Alfredo is hung, with a dick almost as long as mine but not as thick, and uncut. So is Nico's, uncut that is, but smaller and even thinner than both of ours. Alfredo's body is lean and hairy.
But he shaves his body hair. Nico is naturally smooth with a deliciously fuzzy butt.
We alternate, Alfredo and me. As I drive into Nico's body, his ass already lubed by Alfredo's load which he has dumped into his friend's ass, Alfredo pushes his semi-erect, still dripping cock down Nico's throat, who doesn't hesitate in gobbling and licking and swallowing what has remained of his lover's juice. He moans and grunts in response to my pounding. I cum heavily. I can't count the squirts which I shoot deep into Nico's ass, but I don't seem to stop cumming. Nico moans. Alfredo is still rubbing his glistening dick on Nico's face and lips.
It takes us perhaps 10-15 minutes and a couple of cigarettes when Nico offers me his ass again. I don't hesitate; I take him sideways, with one of his legs raised, but I shudder all over when I feel Alfredo's body pressing on my back, his dick hard and throbbing between my ass cheeks. Alfredo humps me as I fuck his lover. I feel his wet finger probing for my hole. Alfredo is planning on fucking me.
Sure enough, the knob of his cock is prodding my rim hole as it opens and shuts with my fucking Nico.
When he slides into me, the pain is overcome by pleasure. My cock thickens and stretches Nico, plowing deeper and harder, but Alfredo's cock proves longer than I have expected. He pushes into me and keeps going, and it feels as if he is entering my bowels. He starts fucking me and I feel the vibrations resounding throughout my whole body. I pound into Nico, who is screaming for more. I hear all kinds of "madre mio" and "fuck fuck you fuck si more multo fuck por favore fuck more" and other sorts of babbling that I don't unerstand. I cum hard for the second time. My rim muscle stretches and squeezes on Alfredo, milking him, as I squirt inside Nico. Alfredo, in response to my squeezing, starts to squirt inside me as I release my final drops of juice. He grips my butt cheeks, digging his finger nails into my flesh. He moans loudly as he shoots, and I squeeze tighter on his pulsating cock to intensify his pleasure, feeling the warm juice hitting the inside my ass.
We finally separate and lie next to each other, waiting for our breathing to settle and our hearts to get back to normal. I am still hard. My cock refuses to answer to nature's demand for a rest between ejaculations. So is Nico's little uncut dick, plastered to his stomach and quivering with the aftermath of the fucking I have given his ass. Alfredo bends over us from the other side and alternates sucking me and Nico. His hand is already fingering Nico's hole, lubricated by my cum. When Nico shoots inside Alfredo's mouth, he sounds like a little mouse squeaking as it is caught in a trap. I force myself not to laugh and busy myself with turning around behind Alfredo, whose ass is totally bare and exposed and hairy.
Alfredo doesn't move away when I rub my dick into his crack, preparing his hole for penetration. He keeps sucking on Nico's cock and licking his balls. When I feel he is ready, I align my cock at his hole and enter him. He grunts with the invasion but pushes back onto me. I drive in all the way and immediately start the fucking. Nico disentangles himself and slides down under Alfredo, taking his cock in his mouth, blowing him, totally forgetting about the bet he has won, that he would be fucking Alfredo.
Needless to say, our explosions are loud and intense. As I lay on my back, settling, my cock finally deciding to start to go limp, I reflect on what has just happened. Not much to reflect. I have just got laid with a beautiful couple, an Italio-Spanish mixture, plowing ass and getting my ass plowed.
Rome is such a lovely town!