Dalliance with a Hot Italian

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I was at a bar called Julians, where older men pick up younger dudes and hustlers. I was feeling pretty horny since I hadn't had played around the last few weeks. So I dressed particularly sluttish, and was ready for some hot Cock up my Ass. I got there around eight o’clock—just the right hour for drunks and hawks.

Immediately the buzzards started circling. Most of the guys turned me off, so I bided my time, letting a couple of them buy me drinks. I sized up three guys who interested me. All of them were fortyish, 6 foot something, under 200, with nice muscular bodies and emerging beer bellies. All were hairy and slightly balding. Two of them were clean shaven, and the third had a mustache.

I cruised around, but the two clean shaven ones weren't biting. So I concentrated on the mustached one. He was wearing a white tank and shorts. Black hair jutted from above his tank top, as well as from his pits.

I sat down next to him and struck up conversation. He smelled musky and real masculine. His name was Giorgio, but “Call me Joe.” From his accent I took him to be of Italian birth. He worked as a chef and part-time painter. His right shoulder was pressed against the wall. So it wasn’t until we got up to go that I noticed his tattoo—a discreet biohazard symbol. My Cock got hard real fast when I saw that. We headed back to his place.

The walk was short and swift. Once inside, we started kissing like two rabid dogs, all mouth and tongue and spit. He shoved his tongue in me, along with wads of mucous, so much that it dribbled down my chin onto my Tee.

Admiring my slobbered face, he smirked, “You like that, huh?”

I nodded. He pushed me to the couch, climbed over me and resumed his messy kissing. His hands went to my Nips. I must've gasped out loud as he mauled my Tits because he chuckled.

As he peeled off his tank, my Dick began to twitch like crazy. He pulled off his shorts and briefs, and my mouth gaped open in amazement. His Cock was the Dick of my dreams—thick and veined, a work of art.

“You like this, huh?”

All I could do was nod. He grabbed my head and pushed me down on his humungous Tool. I opened up real wide and got the head and half of it in me. He fucked my face, using the Spit he’d slobbered in my mouth to slick his Rod.

Soon he was slamming his Dick down my throat, gagging me. Little Piggy that I am, I couldn’t resist. He shoved It all the way in, and pinned my head against his Pubes, then drew It out along with gobs of mucus and saliva that he smeared all over my countenance.

Finally he pulled out completely and flipped me over. With my Ass in the air, my hands were on the carpet bracing myself. I felt the bristles of his mustache as his tongue explored my Asshole in and out. He was an excellent Rimmer—long swabs followed by rapid-fire tongue jabs up my ManCunt. I was sweating like a Bitch in heat.

He alternated between tongue and finger, and got me really opened up with three stubby digits. Positioning his Colossus against my Crack, he rubbed that Monster up and down, massaging me. I pushed my Hole back in sweet surrender.

“You like that, huh? You want my Cock in there?”

“Yeah, I need it bad.”

I stayed on the couch while he rummaged through the bathroom. He returned with his Dick ensheathed in Rubber and a bottle of Baby Oil. I was disappointed, but didn't say a word.

He slathered up my Mancunt and smeared some on his Shaft . Slowly, he ground his Behemoth into me. I groaned in pain and pleasure as his Cock stretched my Pussy wider than it’d ever been, and I felt his Dickhead penetrate my stomach. He rammed his Cock in deeper. My groans turned to moans of Lust and Passion. He was breathing heavy, moaning, telling me how tight my Ass was and how good It felt.

I rambled on about how hot his Cock was, and how I wished he’d screw me without a Condom.

“You want it Raw?”

“Shit, yeah. I’d love to feel your bare Cock up my Ass.”

He peeled off the Condom, slicked up his Dick again, and slid back in.

I decided to play coy with him. “Just pull out when you Cum, okay?”

He grunted. Breathing harder, he plowed in deeper. “You like this better now?” he rasped.

“Much better, Man. Give me your Seed. Breed me.”

He slammed his Tool in all the way, mashing me against the couch. I lost control and started shooting. Gobs of Cum flew everywhere. When he pulled out, POZ Jism dribbled down my leg.

“You liked that, huh?” I countered.