Wednesday, May 5, 2010

A Cum Whore in Naples - Part Three

With the taste of cum fresh in my mouth, I sat down in the back row of the balcony and watched some of the 70’s-Italian-straight-porn. After a few minutes, a man approached me the gangway behind me, rubbing his crotch just a couple of inches from my head. He was short and lean with cropped hair, probably in his forties. He was a cute little guy. I reached back and unzipped his pants. I reached in a pulled out an amazing snake of a cock. Long, thick, and uncut, it was magnificent.


I repositioned in my seat and started licking and sucking his big cock. I unbuttoned his pants completely, his balls were big and hairy. I put his hairy balls in my mouth one at a time, they were to big to both fit in my mouth at the same time. I ran my tongue up the underside of his dick and chewed on his foreskin before pushing his foreskin back with my lips to lick around his big head.


He leaned down and said “bagno, bagno.” I remembered enough of my beginning Italian to know that it meant “bathroom”. He wanted to go into the bathroom for our tryst. A lot of the sexual activity in the cinema took place in the bathroom, rather than my public displays. However, I had been leery about going back there because it was the venue of the hustlers and I read about tourists being taken into the bathroom stalls and robbed.


This man was obviously not a hustler, and I knew would be safe with him. We walked across the theater into the bathroom, and into one the stalls. The stall was the size of a small room. We kissed for several minutes. He spoke perfect English and told me that he lived in London and was in Naples visiting family.


I got on my knees and started sucking his long cock again. He looked down and smiled as I serviced him. I stood up and we kissed again; then I unfastened my pants and turned and presented my ass to him.


I bent my knees, as he was a few inches shorter than me. He spit on his hand and rubbed it on his dick. I felt his big swollen head entering my ass. He slowly pushed his long cock all the way into me. I moaned, “Yes, yes, please yes, fuck me, fuck me.” He started a nice smooth fuck into my ass, pushing every inch in and pulling back all the way to his head. I kept moaning, “give me your cock, please fuck me, fuck me all the way.” His hard cock felt wonderful sliding in and out of my ass. “Oh please yes” I begged, “Let me have it.”


I could feel his cock swell even more, stretching my ass. “Oh please, oh please,” I said. He put is arms around my waist and pulled me into him, fucking me so deep. I heard him cry out as his sperm went deep in my ass. He continued to fuck me very slowly and I could feel his cum inside me.


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Tuesday, May 4, 2010

A Cum Whore in Naples -Part Two


The next afternoon, after more site seeing, I was back at the Argo. This time when I entered I got some dirty looks from some of the hustlers, they were not happy to see me again today. It occurred to me that my prolific cock sucking might be cutting in on their business. Their looks made me feel slightly unsafe. There were a lot of hustlers. I had been warned that the cinema could get rough.


This time I walked straight up to the rear balconyon the third level. After my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I noticed an attractive man standing against the rear wall behind the seats.


Slowly I walked up to the wall stood about six feet from him. He looked to be around forty, about six feet tall with a heavy build, maybe thirty pounds overweight, like a football player gone to seed (a look I like). He was was tanned with a shaved head and a beautiful nose that gave him a strong profile.


He turned his head and caught my gaze, then walked forward a few rows and sat in the second seat in from the aisle. I walked down the aisle and sat in the seat next to him. He said something to be in Italian that I couldn’t understand. My beginning Italian class only carried me so far. I reached over and started rubbing his crotch, hoping that that action was a proper response. He looked in my eyes as he reached down and opened his pants. He was fully hard. His cock was uncut and thick like him, it looked perfect for him. I kept stroking him. He moved his right arm behind me and put his hand on my shoulder and started pushing my down. He guided me down to his thick cock and I started to suck.


I was very attracted to him and his thick member felt good in my mouth. I enjoyed running my tongue into his foreskin and taking him deep in my mouth. He was a stud and I wanted to give him a great blow-job. I wanted to please him completely. While I sucked him, he kept his hand pressing on my back in a very assertive way. At some point I could hear some men around us and I looked up to see what was going on. He looked at me and nodded, as if to say, “ignore them, keep sucking my dick.” He moved his hand to my head and pressed it down on his cock and started moving his hips back and forth fucking my mouth.


I loved feeling his strong hand on my head, while he used my mouth. His dick got even harder, I could tell he was about to cum. He yelled out “Mamma Mia” as he shot a big sweet and salty load in my mouth. I was turned on that he ejaculated so big, and at the same time thought “mamma mia” was funny. When I raised my head, I saw that there were several guys watching us, including one or two of the hustlers. I swallowed his cum and walked back to the rear of the balcony.


(to be continued)


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Monday, May 3, 2010

Picked Up At the Eagle - Part Two

The next morning when I woke, I was in his arms with my back against his furry chest. He was still sleeping, but his dick was hard against my ass. I was very horny, not having cum the night before. I reached back and put his hard cock into my hole. His cock slid right in; my ass still lubed from his big load of cum from just hours before. His cum making the most silky and perfect lube.


He woke up. He pushed me over on my stomach and used his strong legs to push my legs wider apart. I felt his own legs bent and on top of mine. Then his hands firmly gripping my upper arms. Barely awake, he instinctively started fucking me. Right away it was a hard fuck. My ass was tighter than last night, but I loved the feeling of his dick thrusting in and out. I wondered if he enjoyed feeling his cum inside me, if my ass felt as silky and smooth to him as he felt to me.


I started moaning loudly with pleasure. My own hard cock felt good rubbing against the sheets as pushed in and out of me. Almost too good. I started squirming under the pressure of his legs and arms. I could tell that this excited him even more. I started pushing against him harder. I had played that game before; pretending to be pinned under my top. As I continued to struggle, I soon realized that I actually was pinned under him. I found this exciting, I it had never happened for real before.


With my legs spread wide, he was going so deep. I loved the feeling of his big hairy balls bouncing off my butt. He knew how to use his wrestlers body to its’ best advantage. While the fuck continued, I kept trying to resist and started talking to him about “raping my ass.”


He fucked me a good long while, much longer than the night before, before he creamed another load inside me, collapsing on top of me. “Are you all right?” he asked. Suddenly he was like a pussycat. He moved over to my left side and I turned over on my back. My dick was hard and throbbing. He stroked me with his hand, while he sucked my right nipple. Seconds later, I was cuming. I huge spurt hit my chest; the inside of my cock hurt from the force it.


We had coffee together down the street. It was raining that morning; I watched from the window of the coffee shop as he ran to the subway station on his way to work.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

What makes you a pig?

I am a pig because I am willing to do things that might cause some to be embarrased; or to do things in a public or semi-public setting that others would only do in private.

Ask me anything

Do you like watersports?

I do like watersports, although more more so as a group activity than one on one. There is a lot more action in a group. I plan to write about some of my watersports experiances.

Ask me anything