Date: Fri, 30 Sep 2011 12:16:28 -0700 (PDT) From: s s Subject: Getting (Double) Fucked by Two Italian Tourists Getting (Double) Fucked by Two Italian Tourists This story is a fantasy involving sex between a teenage boy and older men. If it is illegal for you to read it for any reason please leave now. This work is not permitted to be displayed or reproduced in any form, specifically on any website or internet site, except by specific permission of the author. Let me know what you think -- If you like my work and let me know, I'll be more likely to write more. You can contact me at subanalslut@yahoo.com. I'd love to hear from you and I will accept all valid comments and criticism. I know it's been a while since I have written anything for this site, it's been a busy summer, and I'm gonna have to write stuff down a lot faster of I'm ever going to bring you guys up to date! Anyway, for those of you who don't remember me, my name is Ben I just graduated from college (No, I didn't fail any classes!) and more importantly I have an insatiable appetite for cock -- one that has been developing since even before I sucked my first one over ten years ago. That's right, folks, I started early. And even when I was twelve or so, I always had my eye out for older guys. Dirty old men? My specialty! You would think it would be hard for me to be a complete slut by the time I was fourteen, but I grew up in New York City, and with so many people around, it usually didn't take me very long to pick out the guys who were taking notice of me noticing them. Sometimes, though, they noticed me first. My parents were very casual about when I had to be home by the time I was fourteen. They had both grown up in the city themselves, so they figured I wouldn't get into any more trouble growing up than they had. I wonder what they would think if they knew about my "extracurricular" activities. So, instead of going right home after school, usually I would hang around the city, open to pretty much anything that came my way. One Friday after school, I was waiting for a friend of mine at one of the busier, more touristy Starbucks around Times Square. She was running late, as usual, so I figured she was sneaking in some time with her boyfriend. Her parents had no idea that she would take advantage of any time she spent alone in their apartment to invite him over for a quick makeout session. Given the fact that I was such a little slut myself, I had no way to object about being kept waiting, but I also wouldn't hesitate to ditch her if something more interesting presented itself. And as I was waiting, and minding my own business, something did come up. Like I said, it was one of the Starbucks in the city that was more full of tourists than anything else. I had managed to grab a seat at one of the larger tables while I waited, and was idly sketching doodles in my sketchbook (which was also my somewhat cryptic fourteen year old version of a 'little black book') when I noticed that the tourist guys sharing the table with me were giving off an interested vibe. I felt the familiar quickening in my chest that always comes on when somebody starts cruising me. I took a quick look at the two of them -- they were obviously a couple. There was a younger guy, probably in his mid thirties, with curly dark hair and a tight white v-neck tee-shirt showing off a nice patch of chest hair. His friend was about ten years older, and I thought hotter, with salt-and-pepper closely shaved hair and wearing what looked like very expensive Armani sunglasses. He was wearing a striped shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, showing off his tanned forearms, nicely muscled and with a liberal coating of hair. They were studying a NYC guidebook in Italian and sharing a bottle of water. As I was taking in the relevant details (and liking what I was seeing), I could tell that they were fully aware that I was checking them out in a very interested way. The older one took the initiative and decided to use what seemed to me to be the oldest line in the (guide) book. Oldest, but still quite effective. "Hello, are you from the city?" Trust me, when a sexy as hell older Italian man is chatting you up, even something that basic can sound hot. I was mentally trying to figure out if I could think of him as 'papi', or if that was only Spanish. "Yeah, I have lived here my whole life." "Good! We were just trying to decide where to go tonight. Do you have any suggestions?" "Well, I'm not really old enough to go to any clubs yet, so not really..." "That's too bad, I'm sure you would be having a lot of fun." "I usually have lots of fun without going out. Where are you guys visiting from?" "We are from Como, in Italy, have you ever been?" "No, but it's supposed to be beautiful." "It is, but New York is so much more exciting. And also beautiful. The view from our hotel -- it has all of the lights of Times Square, but above the crowds." What can I say, how could I resist a view like that? It didn't take much effort to get myself invited back up to their hotel room. As we were riding up in the elevator, the younger one, whose name was Daniele, told me, "You remind me very much of a friend we have at home. He is quite young as well, only fifteen." The older one, Luca, smiled at me and asked if that's how old I was. I laughed and told him "Not quite." "Do we want to know?" he teased. Probably not. I decided not to discuss the age of consent laws in New York with them. Their hotel room was indeed high above the noise and crowds of Times Square, but it wasn't nearly late enough for the view to be worth mentioning. The room was full of shopping bags and luggage. And the giant bed. It seemed even bigger than king size in the context of the crowded hotel room. Daniele dropped his messenger bag on the floor and kicked off his shiny, immaculate D&G sneakers. Luca said, "Well, since you are not able to go to a bar with us, would you like a drink here?" At fourteen, I was 5'6", and about 110 pounds, so it didn't take much alcohol to get me drunk, but I sure wasn't going to admit that! I ended up with a Red Bull and vodka from the mini bar that seemed to be a 50-50 blend of the two ingredients. Since there was really no place to sit except of the edge of that giant bed, that's where I ended up, between the two of them, trying to get that drink down without grimacing. Eventually I put the glass down and decided to lie back on the bed a little. My tee-shirt rode up above the waistband of my jeans a little and Daniele and Luca zeroed in on the strip of exposed flesh. "Look how tan you are!" Luca exclaimed, running his hand across my flat tummy. "I like to swim, so I have been spending a lot of time at the beach." I was loving the feeling of his fingers as he gently pushed the edge of my tee-shirt a little higher. "You are almost as tan as we are! But I bet ours is more even than yours!" Daniele joked. I wasn't going to let my tan be challenged like that, and pulled off my tee-shirt. "I look much more tan than you guys do, though, because I'm blonde." "And so smooth!" Daniele exclaimed, tweaking my nipple. "Even if I weren't naturally pretty smooth, I would still have to shave everything before my swim meets." "No wonder your muscles are so defined!" "So let's see your tan!" I insisted. Luca started to unbutton his shirt while Daniele pulled his tee-shirt over his head. They were both prime examples of the stereotypically hot Italian guy -- Daniele was slim but toned, with a patch of dark, curly hair trailing down the center if his body, from his chest down to the waistband of his jeans. Like I sad though, I thought Luca was much hotter. I always go for older guys, and he looked like an ideal 'DILF'. His more muscular body had a more even coating of hair that in my mind enhanced his appeal that much more. I have to say, they were both nicely suntanned, but I couldn't see how they were more tan than I was, and I told them as much. Daniele got up from the bed and refilled our drinks, and if anything it was stronger this time. After he handed me the drink, he popped open the top button of his jeans. "The thing is, we are tan all over." he explained. "I can see the edge of your tan." I couldn't see the edge of his tan, but I could see the bulge in his jeans, with a wet spot of precum leaking through at the tip. "Ok, you guys win! I'm almost as tan as you are, but not quite all over.". I was really feeling that second drink, and as I put it down, I saw that I had pretty much finished it. The room may have been spinning a bit, but my hand-eye coordination was spot on as I grabbed the waist of Daniele's jeans and popped open the rest of the buttons. His dick was just as beautiful as the rest of him -- about seven inches long, uncut, with a big head just poking out of the long foreskin as it sprung out of the confinement of his tight jeans. And yes, he was tan ALL over. I leaned forwards and wrapped my hand around the base and my lips around the head, tasting sweat, and the precum that had been collecting inside his foreskin. He moaned and held my head in his hands, controlling my movements and teasing me with just the tip of his dick resting between my lips as Luca ran his hands over my body and down into my pants. Daniele kicked off his pants and climbed up onto the bed, straddling my chest so my mouth stayed within sucking distance of his cock, which he was slapping against my cheeks and outstretched tongue. Luca hopped off the bed and I could hear him stripping before I felt him opening my jeans, then pulling them off along with my underwear. He didn't waste any time before pushing my legs back and up, so he had easy access to my (tan-line outlined) ass. Daniele hooked my ankles under his arms as I moaned around the head of his cock and Luca went to town on my eager young asshole with his very talented Italian tongue. It's a good thing I'm really flexible. The feeling of the stubble on his chin against the hairless skin between my legs was making me squirm. After a very thorough rimming, Luca replaced his tongue with his thick fingers. "Posso dire che gli piace il culo. Come è la sua bocca?" I heard Luca say to Daniele. From context, and the way Daniele moaned "Molto buona.", I assumed it was something flattering. I kept sucking and enjoying the sensation of Luca's fingers playing with my ass, but I was getting pretty eager to see what he had been packing in those sexy jeans of his, and to have a taste of it. Daniele shifted himself off of me, and I flipped over on the bed so I could get a good look at Luca. Daniele may have been cute, but it was no contest! Luca's solid, more muscular build had an even coating of hair that is always a huge turn-on for me. His cock was perfect, too. It was probably about eight inches, and much thicker than Daniele's. He was uncut too, with thick veins snaking down the shaft, and heavy, low-hanging balls hanging down below. I couldn't wait to have it in my mouth! I practically dived between his legs to worship it. The musky, slightly sweaty scent emanating from his crotch was making my mouth water as he grabbed my hair, angling my head so my eager mouth was pressed against his huge balls at the base of his cock, which was resting across my face. I could take that hint, and was soon giving them a loving, sloppy tongue bath. By the time he pulled me up to suck him, my face was coveted in my own spit, and more than a little of his precum, which seemed to be leaking like a faucet. As soon as the head was in my mouth, I dug the tip of my tongue up under his foreskin to get all of the precum that had collected there. He groaned and thrust deeper into my mouth, while Daniele transferred his attention to my ass. Even with Luca's thick cock in my mouth, I was also hyper sensitive to Daniele's tongue as he grabbed my ass with both hands, pulling the cheeks as wide open as he could to eat me out. Not that there was any danger of my getting distracted, though. Luca had both hands in my hair, controlling the movements of my head. He was guiding me down further on his cock with every thrust, until I pushed forwards and he bottomed out in my mouth, with his balls pressed up against my chin. I could hear him gasping as he lay back on the bed. Daniele was alternating between his tongue and his fingers, loosening and lubing my hole, which was begging to be fucked. By the time he could work three fingers up inside of me, he decided I was ready. And I was!! When he grabbed me by the hips and lifted my butt up in the air, just anticipating the feeling of his cock sliding into me with just spit and precum for lube made me groan around Luca's cock, which was still steadily fucking my face. I definitely moaned even louder when he did finally push the big head of his cock into my ass. The alcohol had relaxed me, but it was still a stretch. Or so I thought at the time. Really, it was nothing compared to what was coming. Daniele was a great fucker, with his grip on my hips steady, he worked up to a real jackhammer pace without any hesitation. He seemed to like to pull all the way out and then thrust back in balls deep before my ass had a chance to recover. Luca seemed to want a better look at the action, so he let go of my head and let Daniele spin me around on the end of his cock so that I was lying on my back on the bed. Luca ended up crouched over my face, with my mouth pressed up into his hairy asshole. He was now also able to hold my legs up above my head so Daniele had easy access to my spread open ass, and Luca had a ringside seat (literally) view of the action. Every time Daniele changed the pace of the awesome fuck he was treating me to, I moaned against Luca's asshole, which in turn caused his already leaking dick to drop even more strands of precum onto my chest. I could hear what sounded like his encouragement to Daniele, stuff like "Cazzo il piccolo ragazzo più difficile! Si può vedere quanto gli piace! Egli vuole la vostra carico profondo il suo culo!". Whatever he was saying, I wasn't going to argue. I could feel Daniele's cock throbbing and swelling inside me, and I could feel the rhythm of his thrusts picking up speed. It wasn't long before he groaned "Dio mio!!" and unloaded his balls into me. He held me tight around the waist and kept his cock buried as deep as he could until it finally softened enough to slip out. I flipped over on the bed again, so I was able to lick his softening cock clean of all the ass juices and cum. Luca, meanwhile, was ready for his turn. He didn't even need to use spit for extra lubrication, just laying the whole weight of his hairy body on top of me, shoving his cock into my sloppy ass. It's a good thing Daniele had gone first to loosen me up a little, because Luca was much thicker, and he didn't seem like the type to go slowly or gently, either. He was hard as a rock, I could feel every vein in his cock as he thrust it into me, and my own cock was rock hard as well. Even Daniele seemed like he was getting hard again as I licked him clean, even after the massive load he had just fucked into me. Daniele pulled his hardening cock away from my mouth and shifted himself on the bed so he could watch Luca's cock as it pounded the hell out of my ass. I could feel him cupping Luca's big, hairy balls as they swung and slapped my ass with the rhythm of his hips. Daniele's hands also roamed over my body before homing in on my own throbbing cock, which he took into his hand and jacked for me. I felt his other hand rubbing my ass while Luca fucked me, then I was surprised to feel one of his fingers insistently thrust up my asshole along with Luca's dick. I groaned and arched my back, and Luca grabbed my head, wrapping one hairy arm around my neck and shoving the fingers of his other hand into my mouth for me to suck. My head was still spinning from the drinks, so when another of Daniele's fingers forced it's way into my ass along with Luca's thick cock, I didn't even question it. These two were determined to open my ass up as wide as they could. It's a good thing I was no virgin. Luca pulled me up and turned himself over so he was lying on his back on the bed, with me riding him. I turned so that I was face to face with him, enjoying the look of pleasure on his face along with the feeling of pleasure of his dick inside of me. It almost sent me over the edge when Daniele started licking Luca's cock while he fucked me, rimming me and felching out some of the cum he had shot into me earlier. He then spit into his hand, I guessed to lube up his renewed erection enough to jack off. I guessed wrong. I realized when Luca pulled me forwards and wrapped his arms around me tight, and I could feel Daniele between his legs behind me, trying to force his cock back into my asshole along with Luca's. I moaned and whined but it was no use resisting. I could feel my tight hole slowly giving in to the pressure, until with an even more forceful thrust he managed to pop the bulging head of his cock lodged inside along with Luca's. "Shit! That hurts!" I grimaced as I was impaled on their two cocks. "Shhhhh, it's ok." Daniele said as he stroked my back, keeping still and letting me adjust to the invasion. After a little while he slowly slid his cock further into me along with Luca's. As I got over the initial pain and shock, it didn't take me long to start to enjoy the sensation. My hole was stretched to capacity, but the feeling of two cock buried deep inside me was mind-blowing. The increased pressure on my prostate was enough to drive me crazy. Slowly I started to move up and down, gently fucking myself on them. I loved the feeling of the two dicks pressed together in my ass, sliding against each other. Once I had adjusted and begun to enjoy myself, Luca and Daniele started to urge me to move faster, their hands gripping my body and moving my back and forth with increasing speed. When I was pushed forwards, it literally felt like my ass was going to turn inside out. I was moaning like a bitch in heat as they double fucked me, and from the way the two of them sounded, we were all close to the edge. The pressure on my prostate was driving me crazy, and my cock was pressed tightly between my smooth abs and Luca's hairy stomach, stroking between us with every movement. Almost without warning, I could feel my balls tighten and the cum exploded from me. I screamed and my asshole tightened and spasmed around their cocks. Luca was the first to explode, grabbing my shoulders and forcing me as far down on their cocks while he gritted his teeth and I could feel the shaft of his cock pulsing as he pumped his load into me. The feeling of his cock throbbing as he come was enough to push Luca over the edge as well, and his grip on me tightened as he began pounding me even faster, working up to a fever pitch before the final thrust. His cock swelled until I thought he was going to tear me open as he released his hot seed deep inside me stretched out ass. I was biting my lip with tears in my eyes, but I was still enjoying every second of the pain! First Daniele's softening dick slipped out, then he pulled me up off of Luca. My whole body was limp and trembling, and I could feel my asshole throbbing and dripping cum as it tried to recover from my first double fuck. Daniele laid me on my back on the bed, and they knelt on either side of my head, slapping me across the face with their slimy cocks as I took turns sucking them clean. Then Daniele flipped me over so he could press his tongue into my swollen, abused boy pussy and collect as much of their cum as he could, which he shared by spitting it all over my face and licking it off with Luca, the two of them sharing a sloppy three way kiss with me. After a while, when I had recovered enough to disentangle myself from their hairy bodies, I pulled myself up off the bed and stumbled into the bathroom. Crouching over the toilet, I tenderly checked out the damage to my asshole, easily sliding four fingers inside and releasing another glob of cum. I locked my fingers clean, then wiped myself off as best I could. By the time I got back out to the bedroom and started to collect my clothes, it was finally dark enough to enjoy the view of Times Square. After I had said my goodbyes and exchanged email addresses with the two of them, I felt like I was about to fall asleep on the way home. Luckily, I had a perversely proud sense of accomplishment and the throbbing of my ravaged asshole to keep me awake on the subway, until I could get home and jack off remembering the whole experience...