Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2019 03:39:12 +0000 From: Marco Waddy Subject: Round Horizons 1 Hi everyone, this is my first attempt to write an erotic story in English. After years of reading, I decided to try to contribute to this amazing website and send my own story to Nifty. Please, don't forget to donate to them, to keep the website running! This story is set in the North-East of Italy, which is my country. This means that my English won't be perfect. Please bear with me or, even better, I hope that any imperfection in the language will add some unexpected nuance to this story. At the moment I have 5-6 chapters ready in my mind, but I don't know yet how I want the story to end. For this reason, any kind of feedback, comments or suggestion is very appreciated. My email is andre_u@hotmail.it Characters: - Marco, 24 yo, 185 cm (6'1''), black hair and eyes, darker skin, round bubble ass - Maurizio, 48 yo, 188 cm (6'2''), silver hair, brown eyes, Mediterranean elegant man From Marco's point of view ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Venice. Venezia, la Serenissima: the most serene place on earth. Venezia La Dominante, la Regina dei Mari, the queen of the seas. Venice the most beautiful city on earth: that is where I grew up. But that is not where I live right now. I found myself temporarily in a small town in the region of Friuli, more or less 150 km (100 miles) away from Venice, in the middle of nowhere. It was in the outskirts of the Venetian Republic back then, and now it's in the outskirts of Italy. It is a crossing point of cultures, being close to both Austria, Slovenia and Croatia, and yet it is anyway remote and peripheral. Just like there is cum and precum, there are Alps and pre-Alps: I have to stay in this town for the next few months, just below the mountains, on the wannabe-Alps. My father kindly asked me to help with his wine-making business, while he travels and looks for further investments. Wine is a big thing in North-East Italy: it brings social life, it brings fun, it brings work and it brings a lot of money. I couldn't say no to my dad. He took care of me and he paid throughout all my university studies as well. I didn't need to work one single day to support myself, so it's time for me to give back, at least a little bit. Besides, I mostly just need to stay there and be available in case of need: I'm not busting my ass, I get a lot of free time. The only downside is the boredom of life in a community of only a few thousand people. But let me introduce myself. I'm Marco and I just turned 24. Mother nature was quite kind to me, I have to admit! I'm relatively tall, at least by Italian standards (185 cm, 6'1'') and I have nice and broad shoulders. Well, that is also thanks to sports: I love swimming, water is my element. My black hair is very, very curly: I keep it nice and short. I have very dark and intense black eyes too: they're like charcoal, like pitch. Do you know where the expression `pitch black' comes from? Pitch is a very dark residue coming from the distillation of tar from burnt wood. It was commonly used in the Arsenal of Venice on the deck of the ships, to make them waterproof and fit for war or for commerce. Venice used to trade with the Turks, until they started fighting, mostly in order to be able to trade more. But let's get back to me. My skin is a bit dark too. People love trying to guess where I come from: I usually get Brazil, Colombia or South America in general. I also get a lot of Caribbean, and sometimes Morocco or Mexico. If they are more creative, they try saying that I am mixed, and sometimes they even throw India in! I don't mind, whatever they like to think is fine for me. I was born and grown up in Venice, and it's all that matters to me. Besides, Venice was the crossing point of Mediterranean commerce for about one millennium: odds are that I am from all those places. Physically, I do have a nice upper body: I mentioned the broad shoulders, now I will also mention my strong biceps and my toned chest, that I am very proud of. My abs are a bit lacking, but I don't give a fuck. You need to be skinny to have nice and visible abs: no matter how much you train, even if you have an amazing body, if you have a normal amount of body fat your abs will not show that much. In order to be skinny, you need to not drink wine. If you are from North-East Italy, you do drink wine. Hence, nobody from all around Venice has abs? Well, I guess. Who cares, a slight bit of belly is healthy and hot, if you ask me. It is not my case anyway: I have a manly abdomen. But let's be honest: my best features are the long, thick and muscled legs and my big, round, toned bubble butt. There's no need to be modest: I have an amazing ass, with a perfect shape. I am perfectly aware of this, and I notice that it often gets stared at, on the street, by girls and guys. It gets even more stares when I go to the beach, or to the swimming pool. I don't mind. Actually, I do appreciate a compliment, if it's nice and discrete. Or even if it's less than discrete, as it also happens regularly. But let's get back to us. God, how bored I am. This is the life in a small town: I go to work, then I go to the swimming pool more or less every day. What do I do in the rest of the day? Well, now it's summer. The city organizes this so-called "summer festival": it's basically a gathering of food trucks and stuff like that, in one of the 2 squares of the town. All the people go there, to eat together and drink away their boredom. I go there and mostly spend my evening watching stupid videos on the phone, and chatting online with the rare guys who venture in Friuli. I can't help it, maybe I'm even being a little snobbish, but I feel like I already know every person in town. Maybe it isn't so, and maybe there is a whole layer of things going on, that I am not aware of? Of course there is a loooot more to be discovered, otherwise this story would not have been written. I'm a nice guy, though, and I promise I will make things happen. I don't want my readers to be bored. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- From Maurizio's point of view Another day of work is over. And again, I am heading to the summer festival, hoping to see that guy. Not much happens here, under the mountains, and the arrival of such a hot piece of ass didn't go unnoticed in town. The city has been talking, but not much has been said. In small towns, they say everyone knows everything about everyone else. Well, either this town is larger than it looks, or people in Friuli love to keep their secrets. I know almost nothing about Mr. Hot Ass. Speaking of me, I think I'm a handsome man myself. I'm older, I just turned 48. But I think of myself as a charming man, always well-dressed and in good shape. I like being elegant, I wear a suit and tie and I never forget to iron my shirt. My silver hair is always in order, combed and trimmed. I have had my fair share of women and men attracted to me in the past, but I never wanted to settle. I am a free spirit and I am not ready to compromise, and besides, many of my admirers were actually after my money. I have had quite a few sexual adventures, but I am not interested in women. I like guys and I like men, especially if they're younger. I am definitely an "ass man", by every point of view, and in fact, that guy Marco... Damn! He always walks around with those tight t-shirts, or even just in a tank top, while the pants are even tighter. He often wears those running pants that accentuate the roundness of that butt even more, they adhere to his body like if he's literally naked. I can't look away, I'm even worried that he may have noticed it. I am a grown man, and yet I'm behaving like a teenager. I am obsessing over him and over those 2 melons, and yet I can't find the courage to go over to him and talk. But this must absolutely change, and I decided that it will change right now. The sun is already set and I drank 3 glasses of Prosecco, just enough to grab my courage. I check that my clothes are all tidy and in order, then I stand up and walk to him, trying to fake confidence. Everyone can shape his own destiny, and I feel that my destiny is inside his pants. I get there and he's writing on the phone. He looks up, and I manage to introduce myself, timidly, with most of my newly-found courage already leaving me. "Hi, my name is Maurizio, nice to meet you", I say as I shake his hand. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- From Marco's point of view I am scrolling through Instagram pictures when I hear a man talking to me. I look up, and there he is: the dude who has been following me for quite some time already. I introduce myself to him, smiling. "I'm Marco, nice to meet you too". What does he want from me? I've been wondering for a while already. I've always assumed he wanted to talk to me about work, about the employees, the wine fields and so on. But now it suddenly occurred to me for the first time: does he maybe want to fuck? Is that why he follows me, because he wants to get laid?? I would have no problem with that, of course. It makes sense: now it's all clear to me and, in fact, at the moment he's just staring at me. Let's be honest: I'm missing sex. It feels like it's been ages: I haven't been with a man since I moved here. Last time I've had a nice dick up my ass was about 1 month ago, so I could definitely use some fun. But regardless of that, my motto is: quality over quantity. I would rather not have sex than have bad sex. I would rather not have sex at all, than have it but not exactly as I want it. I would rather not have sex, than have sex to "empty my balls" or, even worse, to empty the other guy's balls only. There is a lot to say about good sex, and there is a lot that can't be explained. Anyway, I've decided that I might make it a little hard for that poor man, if you know what I mean. I hope he doesn't mind! -------------------------------------------------------------------------- From Maurizio's point of view I'm considering this quite a failure. Marco looked at me for a moment, then went on looking at his phone and ignoring me. He's clearly bored, and I think he really understood that I'm after him. Damn, he's too hot for me, I knew it! He's clearly out of my league. But this hasn't stopped me in the past. I've had many guys who were clearly, totally, absolutely, utterly more attractive than me from every point of view. They were younger, with a perfect body, lots of people around them, and still they were into me. They were totally into me, sometimes even too much, sometimes even after I lost interest in them. What is my secret? Patience. Never give up, but never be too invasive. Don't scare people off, but let them know that you're there. Just don't try being always at the centre of attention: let them and their beauty shine. They will notice, and they will turn to you. And in fact, suddenly, Marco looks up and smiles. It all happens very quickly, but that smirk is so adorable and wicked at the same time. "Follow me", he says, and he stands up. I still can't believe it: that butt is right in front of me. He starts walking away, and I follow: I'm 1 meter (3 feet) behind him, my eyes glued to that fat ass. The slight, unconscious wiggling of those cheeks is hypnotizing me. I don't even know where we're going and I don't care: somewhere outside town, where there is nobody. My heart is beating very fast and, I'm a bit ashamed to say, my dick is hard as a rock in my pants. Actually I am not ashamed, I am very proud of my dick and how it is responding to what I'm seeing. Suddenly Marco stops walking, somewhere next to a field. It's night, it's dark and there is only me and him. He pulls out his phone, turns on the flashlight and hands it to me. He says to my face, with a hint of cockiness, with the attitude of a guy who knows he's damn attractive: "Hey you... Wanna see?". Four words: he called me `you', he didn't even register my name in his mind! Or maybe he did, but he doesn't care. Or maybe it's all in my head, or it's a dream. Yes it's a dream: I will surely open my eyes now, and I'll wake up in my bed or, worse, back at the summer festival. But if it's a dream, it's a very good one and I don't want it to end. I can't believe what is about to happen. He turns away from me, he slightly bends over and... He starts slowly dropping his tight pants. It's a dream come true: those buttcheeks literally explode out of the sweatpants, they were clearly being squeezed a little too much. I knew it. I point the light of the phone towards the show that Marco is giving me: he's wearing a white jockstrap. I thought I had noticed the white band coming out of the pants earlier on, but then I convinced myself that it was just wishful thinking. Turns out that I was right, and beautifully so: I am amazed at those 2 white bands framing his dark ass. When I say dark ass, I want to describe a beautiful hue of slightly roasted coffee beans. Marco's ass is dark, but lighter than the rest of the legs: I can see the tan line, shaped like a speedo swimsuit. But all I can see is that his butt is perfectly smooth, there is not even the trace of one single hair. And I can see the perfect arch of his back, in the point where the buttcheeks begin. The edge between back and ass isn't naturally defined but, in this case, it is marked by both the tan line and the white band of the jockstrap. Seeing that arched back, I immediately imagine Marco on all fours for me. The question pops into my head, and I wonder: has he ever been fucked? I answer to myself "of course he has, multiple times, and by many different guys". But then I think again: it can't be true. Maybe he's straight. But then, why would a straight guy be showing his ass to me on a side street? Then it must just be a very vivid dream. I'm sorry, but I can't resist. I can't help it, I must reach out and grab a handful. I kindly caress his right buttcheek, but the kindness ends quickly. In a short time, I find myself already squeezing his cheeks with the hand that is not holding the phone. Damn, that ass is nice and toned! Even if I have big hands, there is no way all that ass can fit in one hand, and not even just one cheek. As much as I try to fully grope him, his cheeks just end up escaping my hand. I use all my will power to force myself not to spank him, but I will still try to spread those cheeks at least a little bit, trying to get a quick glimpse of his hole. Trust me, it is not that simple. Sadly, one of my hands is busy holding the flashlight. I wish I had 4 arms! I would use another hand to grope his ass better and the fourth hand to touch my hard dick through my pants. Even better it would be if Marco was touching my dick, but yeah, it's better if I don't ask. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ From Marco's point of view Damn! That guy's got balls. I offered him a little show, a sneak-peak, and he just went on and did whatever he wanted. Well, never mind, it's ok if he touches a little bit. I understand, and he's nonetheless a nice, kind and polite man. Besides, this is the most sexually exciting thing that happened to me in the past month. However, there is one very important point to make, right now. It must be very clear to him that I am in power, and not him. I make the decisions. This is why I decide to step up the game a little bit. I turn around facing him, I smile, I grab one of his hands and bring it to my mouth, licking his middle finger and making it very wet. I am not a prude. I strongly believe in the importance of sex, and I do give my ass away at the first date, if there are the conditions. Some people say that sex on the first date makes the interest vanish... They are people with low self-esteem. Trust a hot and sexy guy like me, who is maybe even a little too self-confident: the issue is not whether to give your ass at the first date or not. The issue is how you give it: all the way, or just partially. And trust me: I have never, ever had a man lose his interest in me after the first date, and after he's been inside me. While I'm sucking his finger, our eyes literally cross for the first time. It may be a short gaze, but it carries a loooot of meaning and information. My intention is unmistakable: I let go of the finger and I turn around, facing away from him and bending over slightly. He doesn't hesitate: he brings his hand to my butt and the finger immediately reaches between the cheeks, looking for my hole. Luckily for him, I shaved yesterday and so he finds it not only nice and tight, but also perfectly smooth. He won't see my hole today, but he will surely feel it. And I feel the finger gently circling around the anus, slowly increasing the pressure. He definitely knows what he's doing, and I love it. It doesn't take long before the finger slides all the way inside me, and begins to touch me inside. I can feel the knuckles, and then I can feel him literally exploring inside me. I love being fingered. Fingers are small, they enter easily, but they still feel very intimate, almost "invasive". It is not easy to finger a man in the right way, but he is doing an excellent job, and I will definitely keep this in mind. It didn't burn even slightly, and it feels very comfortable. What is hot about fingering? Well, in this moment, I am in the middle of the street, bent over, with a man almost in his 50s literally fondling and feeling me up from inside. And damn, he's touching the right spot! He knows where the prostate is, and as to confirm it, I get a very familiar feeling in my pants: that one drop of precum, dripping from the tip of my cock and wetting the white fabric of my jockstrap. I am not even fully hard, and still Maurizio is making my dick drip a little bit, without even touching it. As much as I'm enjoying this, I decide that he's had enough for today. I turn my head back to him and, with my very teasing smile, I whisper "Hey you... This is enough for now". I gently move my ass away, and slowly pull up my pants, slightly struggling to get them contained in my tight sweatpants. I look at him in the eyes for the last time and I whisper "Ciao Maurizio", seeing him horny but also somewhat resigned, before walking away and leaving him there, alone with himself. I decide to head back to the town and then home, feeling my butthole wet with my own saliva during every single step of my walk. To be continued... P.s.: comments and suggestions are appreciated! My email is andre_u@hotmail.it