Tuesday, April 20, 2010

A Cum Whore in Naples

While visiting the ancient ruins at Pompei, with its phaillc imagery. I became obsessed with their ritualization of sex, sex as religion

I decided that Naples would be the perfect place to create my own version of the sex ritual.

Back in Naples, I left my hotel room and walked through the Piazza Girabaldi to the porno theater I had found the day before, The Argo. It was on a streets that radiated off the opposite end of the piazza from my hotel. The building look very old, but the sign for the theater was the name Argo in beautiful red script above the door and looked as though it dated from the thirties. Judging from the size and spaciousness, obviously this had been a legit cinema in the past, very different from the small porno places in the U.S.

Just past the ticket taker, two tranny prostitutes sat near the door and smiled at me as I walked into the darkened cinema. An Italian heterosexual porn movie played on the screen, it look vintage 1980’s. As my eyes started adjusting to the light, I could see people sitting in the metal seats and some moving around. Cigarettes smoke filled the air. I walked across to the toilettes A not so young hustler pulled out his cock and tried to get me in a stall. I left the toilette and a younger hustler started following me around as I walked up the stairs to the balcony level. Then up more stairs to a second balcony. The air was heavy with cigarette smoke.

I walked beck down to the first balcony and noticed that in the higher seats I could see men moving around. When I walked up into this area the hustler stopped following me. I sat in a seat to let my eyes adjust, this part of the theater was even darker. This part of the cinema there were middle aged and older men. Some sitting, some moving around. Two rows in front of me a younger handsome man in a pink shirt sat near the aisle. A much older man came over and unzipped his pants, took out his cock and waived it in his face. The younger man did not respond, then the older one started rubbing it on his face. The younger man was silently protesting and pushing the cock out of his face. I sat and watched for a few minutes. It became obvious that the men walking around were the tops, and the guys sitting were the bottoms. I saw the tops try to engage the bottoms, but often be rebuffed. The bottoms were coy and maybe here there was more stigma about openly sucking cock than in the US.

None of the men walking around were engaging me. Maybe I was too old, too bearish, too germanic looking, too American. I got out of my seat and walked around with the tops, rubbing my crotch as they did. A handsome man with a wearing an Italian soccer team shirt and a wedding ring walked up the aisle and stood beside me. He had longish brown hair and a little moustache and soul patch. He rubbed his crotch a little, then unzipped and took out his cock. It was brown, thick and uncut; and even soft it was an impressive size. I reached over touched it and began to stroke him. He maintained a completely cool and ambivalent demeanor to my actions. Was this the culture? If he didn’t touch anyone he was not gay - he was top? It was perfect. He was there to be serviced, and I was there in my role of the cock sucker. Unsure about the protocol, of what could be done or not be done in this public space; I had seen no open cock sucking, I decided to go for it. While continuing to hold his cock. I knelt down in front of him in aisle and put his cock in my mouth. He didn’t touch me, but unbuttoned his pants. His fat, semi-erect cock felt good in my mouth and i made the most of it; taking my time to lovingly lick and caress. I noticed that other men were moving in around us, stroking their cocks; enjoying the show. I looked up and he was looking down at me watching me service him. Another man, was standing beside him with his hand stroking my top’s ass looking down on me the cock sucker. I was happy and enjoyed sucking his meat. After a few minutes, reached down and pulled his pants up. I was sad, was it over, wasn’t I pleasing him. I stayed on my knees while he fastened his pants. Much to my relief, he left his cock hanging out of his fly. Maybe he was tired of the guy standing beside him playing with his ass. Once again his fat uncut cock was in my mouth, Suddenly, I could feel and taste his cum filling my mouth; it was nice mild flavor and I swallowed it eagerly. In a minute it was over, He took his cock out of my mouth, zipped up and walked down the aisle. Whatever else happened, I had at least accomplished my mission. I had publicly serviced this hot guy, he came, I swallowed, and there were witnesses.

Before I could get up off my knees, I saw another man standing only about five feet away, behind the last row of seats stroking his cock. He was one of the men who i saw earlier walking around the cinema and he had been watching. He motioned for me to come to him so, I got off my knees and walked up the aisle and over to him in the space behind the last row of seats. He was very dark with short black hair, maybe around thirty. I immediately got on my knees and he put his cock in my mouth, it was small and rock hard. He must have been enjoying watching me service the other guy; because I could tell he would pop soon. I sucked him for about five minutes and he pulled his cock out of my mouth and began masturbating very fast. I wanted his cum, but his cock wasn’t long enough for me to suck him while he beat off. He grabbed my shoulder and held me in place. I opened my mouth for him. He shoot his load in two big streams, some into my mouth and some on my beard and even some shoot beyond me. It was an impressive eruption. I was wiping some of his cum off my face and looked up at him. He gave me an enormous friendly grin and said “great” in english with a heavy italian accent. His smile and praise made me feel proud and happy to have sucked him and to have taken his cum in my mouth on on my face. I knew I had pleased him.

I got up off my knees, very happy at having taken two consecutive loads, and sat down the center aisle seat in the last row off the balcony with the gallery space behind; unzipped my pants and started stroking myself. Immediately, another italian who had been watching walked up and stuck his cock in my face. This one was not attractive to me as the previous two, but that was not the point. I was there to service; I was there to perform the ritual of cock sucking. He had watched me with other two and understood that I was there to service. He reached out and grabbed the back of my head and was pumping it on his cock until. I was being used. Another grey haired man, came up beside us and took his cock out and stuck it in my face. I made a decision that I should do my duty one at a time. The second guy was undeterred by my lack of attention. He unbuttoned my shirt and began aggressively squeezing and pinching my nipples. The aggressiveness of these two men, the one shoving my head and pinching my tits like a whore. They seemed to know that I was there to be used and they were going to use me. I began to think that willing cock suckers were not a prevalent in Naples as in the US, or at the very least, in this porno theater.

The movie ended and a minute later all the housed lights in the theater came on. The two men pulled away and hurriedly zipped up. I was a surprised by the whole thing because we had been visible in the light of the movie anyway.

I decided to use this break to go to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and was surprised how disheveled I was. I had cum in my beard, and a big cum stain across my dark blue shirt. I washed my face and tried to wash the cum off my shirt.

I returned to the same seat. The lights coming on gave everyone an opportunity to see each other more clearly. I looked out across the hustlers, tranny hustlers, other men and felt that we were all a community and I had my place in that community.

In a couple of minutes the lights went out and the film restarted. The two men who had moved a several feet away came back over and once again a cock was shoved in my face. I slouched down in my seat and began to suck again. As I was sucking, I felt a mouth on my cock. I looked over and a big bear looking guy with a white goatee had moved in the row in front of me and was sucking me. Soon I felt his hands on my belt and unbuttoning my pants, then my pants shoved down. While the bear continued to suck me a felt his finger beginning to probe my ass. Having my cock sucked and ass fingered made me do my cock sucking in a more frenzied pace. Various hustlers and the regular guys would come by and watch the scene. Soon the guy was cumming in my mouth, his cum was bitter, so i swallowed it quickly. The bear stopped sucking me. I was determined not to cum

A short middle aged guy with a sweet fact dressed in shorts moved into position, maybe he was from one of the cruise ships. He approached tentatively and made eye contact before unzipping his shorts and showing a very small but pretty uncut cock. I reached out and pulled him into me and began to blow him, his cock began to grow and felt good in my mouth. He came pretty quickly, i swallowed his salty and sweet juice. He smiled at me and said “bello.” I decided that this sweet man might be a nice ending to my

Never had a cock sucking experience like this in the US

coppyright 2010

1 comment:

  1. Wow--that was both erotic and educational. It's fascinating how every locality has its own idiom of cruising, with its own customs and expectations.

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