Date: Wed, 2 Nov 2005 14:41:29 EST From: ImJeff0882@aol.com Subject: My Roommate Nick, Part 12 The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving adult males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is mostly true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. The author (Jeff Hunter) claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the web sites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. Positive comments are always welcome and you may e-mail them to ImJeff0882@aol.com My Roommate Nick, part 12 This is Nick. I told Jeff that I wanted to add something once again. I've done this before, even though it does seem a bit intrusive each time I do it. After all, it is his story about our relationship. I do read it, after he sends it in, and often feel as if I am reading his diary. I never fail to get a hard on when I read it, an emotional hard on as well as a physical one. I don't really know how to put a story together that flows. I jump around a lot. I guess that is why he's the writer and I'm not. I've written many papers for classes, but they are structured differently. Jeff told me to write this as if I was writing an email to someone I knew well. The problem with that is the way I write emails is to ramble on and on and typically become very tangential, which as you can imagine is very different from the way I write a research paper. But, anyway, as you can see that is what I am going to do. And, I told Jeff he's not allowed to edit what I write. He has to keep all the typos in, just to drive all those people crazy who have to comment on them. So, don't expect much but what I feel or what I want to say. It is so interesting to see the way he experiences us/me. We do talk a lot about stuff, so none of what he writes is ever a surprise, but I have to say that when I read about the way he holds me in his mind and in his heart I sometimes cry. He often says I am too emotional, but what is strange is that I don't remember crying when I was feeling happy. Now, I do. But, that's not what I wanted to write about. What I did want to write about is what he has mentioned in the last story. That is, me watching him when he sleeps. I do, I have since we've been living together, even before we were boyfriends, (no that's not right. Jeff said he doesn't want us to be boyfriends but rather partners. I like that.), and I love watching him. I am fortunate in that he is a heavy sleeper and he's wonderful to look at. So, when I wake up at any time of night I can get up, turn on the hall light, climb back into bed, uncover him, sit there beside him and just stare. Recently, I reread through most of this story. Jeff often describes me as an Orlando Bloom look alike, or James Franco morphed into Orlando. Other people have said the same thing, and I kind of see it, too. I have the eyes, the shape of the face (Thin and angular) I have the big smile and straight white teeth and I am lean and smooth like they are, so I guess you can say that I am of that mold. But I don't think someone would see me and think I am one or the other of those men. What I am saying is that I think he makes me out to be more than I am, and never really let's the reader know just how incredible he is. He is better than I am at most things that we do. But, one thing that I am better at is rolling my legs up to my shoulders lol. It has become effortless. I am lean and my legs do easily role up to my shoulders. A position I've taken more in the last ten months than in all my previous twenty-one years. A position that I've had incredible times being in. His legs are more muscular and tighter, so one of us usually has to help him into position LOL. Just joking. What Jeff does not speak about is himself, his physical, emotional, and personal attributes. He's almost six foot tall. He weighs about 150 lbs. I imagine he must have body fat, but not so that anyone would see it, and there is not a place on his body that I have not seen, licked, sucked, bitten, and played with. He says he has brown hair, but it is really dark brown, very dark. It is straight and he's wearing it long now. He has BIG eyes that make me want to fall into them. And, he has soft beautiful lips and straight white teeth. It is so hard to sit across from him in a restaurant sometimes and talk to him and watch his mouth move and not want to throw him on the table and start kissing him. I know I am sounding like a moonstruck adolescent, but this is what I see when I look at him. He has very little hair on his body. His pubic hair is a very defined patch of dark brown hair which he lets me trim for him. He has hair on his balls which I shave for him, as he does mine, and some hair that goes up the crack of his ass, which I also shave off. Then he's smooth until below his knees. His chest and arms and shoulders are beautiful to see; the lines, the definition, the soft skin that covers them. His nipples are average size I guess, but the way they sit on the rounded muscles of his pectorals is enough to get me hard. His stomach is tight. He has a six pac that doesn't jump out at you, but when he cums, FUCK. The way his stomach tightens and his back arches upward, makes his stomach muscles jump out at you. But, what is absolutely HOT about his upper body is the way his lats help form that v-shape to his waist and the way those muscles form around his ribs along his sides. He has that line that goes down his chest, formed by his pectorals and his abs and leads to his navel. I love that line. He also has that indentation along the inside of his hips, from his waist to his pubic hair. And then, of course, there is his dick. When he drops his pants what usually falls out is about 4 or more inches of soft cut cock. It is a beauty. When he walks around naked it does bounce and swing (now I am getting wood). When he sleeps, and is on his back, if his dick is soft, it just sits pointing to one hip or the other. Typically, he sleeps on his back, lucky me. He usually sleeps with one knee pulled up at his side and both his hands on his chest. Or, he'll sleep with both his legs straight out, with one foot over the other. The other way he sleeps is on his stomach with, again, one knee pulled up. Either way, the view is phenomenal. He has a wonderfully tight, well shaped muscular ass. (I've got him wearing boxer briefs now. I've talked him into tighty whities to wear around the apartment.) Have you ever seen a man sleeping naked on his stomach. Well, when Jeff does, his butt crack and the rounded checks of his ass form this arrow that points downward and to his balls. Looking at him sleeping there with his smooth butt and smooth balls, usually makes my skin hot. So, with his permission, I take full advantage of any opportunity to sit and stare. Also, with his permission, and again I say that he is a very sound sleeper, when he's sleeping on his back, I do take the opportunity to touch his sleeping dick. I've perfected the art of waking it up. I can run my finger tips over the underside of his dick and along the edge of the head of his cock and it will usually respond. I sit and watch his dick go from its mere 4 inches to 8.5 inches. It is absolutely the most exciting thing to watch (major wood now). It will actually pulsate as it points upward toward his chest. (I could go on and on about this, but if I do he'll get angry and delete it). When I can't take any more I get up, turn off the hall light, climb in bed beside him and take his left arm, I sleep at his right side, and pull him toward me. Sometimes he pulls back, rolls over and that's that. But, other times, he rolls over, puts his head on my chest, his arm around me and then his knee over me and drifts off. Sometimes he'll lift his head, look at me and smile, he'll push his groin into my hip and sometimes he'll reach down and take hold of my erection and squeeze and then fall back to sleep. I cover us up, and then try to fall asleep. If it's close to the time he has to wake up, and if we haven't been fucking the night before, I'll take his soft dick into my mouth, or if he has morning wood, his hard on, and lick and suck until he wakes up. Typically he does this thing as if he's stretching and doesn't know I am sucking him, or he'll say, oh is that you, I was dreaming about Danny (who is our downstairs neighbor). He says that waking up with his dick in my mouth is even better than waking up to coffee and that is saying a lot. Now, about Jeff as a person. He smiles a lot. He likes to touch me, or at least he does it a lot. He loves to give body rubs and he loves to have his back rubbed. I'll be watching a game on TV and he'll come in and say, get undressed let me massage you while you watch the game. I'll get undressed, put the sofa cushions on the floor and lay down on them. He'll start by sitting on my butt and massage my shoulders and back. He'll work my back, my butt, my legs, my feet for a good half hour. A lot of times he'll do this so that he can interrupt the game and talk to me about some story he's writing, or an idea he has, or something he's read. I guess, he figures if he's got me naked and face down on the floor I won't yell at him for not letting me watch the game. Oh yeah, it works. Oh yeah, he's naked, too. Sometimes he tells me to roll over and then he'll jerk me off, or he'll roll me over and smile at me and up go my legs and I get fucked, and sometimes he just kisses me and goes back to what he was doing. He also asks me to massage him. I think his back often bothers him because of the running WE do and the workout HE puts us through. (We run, do push up, and run and then do crunches, and then run and do pull ups and then run some more.) I think he runs for two reasons. One, to relieve stress, the other is that he says it helps him with blocks (he says it gets his creative juices going). I think also that he loves to be touched. When we watch TV he'll get on the floor and ask me to rub his back. He loves to have his butt muscles massaged also, and who is going to say no to that. What he also loves is having me run my fingers up and down the crack of his ass. Now think about it. How many people can you ask to run their fingers over your butt crack and have them take you seriously and not beat the shit out of you? Probably not many. Jeff is also very bright, he is ridiculously smart. His memory is sharp, his insights are always amazing, and his sense of humor is dry and quick. And, as you can tell from his writing, he is very personable. He is always interested in other people, whether they are people he knows or characters in a book. I'd say more than anything, people/characters fascinate him. What makes a person do that? What would drive someone to act in that way? Don't you just wonder what their childhood was like? Those are the question I get. He does a lot of self reflecting, and I think one of the things he likes about me is that I'm really into how thoughts come about and how they then drive feels or how feels drive thoughts. So, we talk a lot about that. He is loving, as are his parents and most of the rest of his family. He never judges people. Although, he does get angry. Damn, can he get angry, but his anger always comes from one of two places, as far as I can tell. He has little patience with people who blame others, or who don't take responsibility for themselves and instead make excuses. (He catches me doing this and I can tell he tries to hold his anger in check, but I can tell he's steaming.) I think the price of rejection which I often paid as a child was probably more than I could deal with, so I learned the art of trying to dodge responsibility for my fuck ups. Jeff, on the other hand, was taught to accept responsibility and then suffer reasonable punishment, but never rejection. I guess that's an important lesson to learn. I'm trying, but it is hard. He hates prejudices. He recently said to me while we were running, "I'm in a conundrum. I have prejudices against people who have prejudices. They drive me crazy and I find that I say things about them that clearly make me prejudice. I can't just step aside and say, `Oh well, there will always be people like that' which is what I expect is the appropriate thing to do, if I was not prejudice. But, fuck, I feel like I want to tear their heart out and shove it up their ass." I explained to him that in a philosophy class I had we talked about prejudices and that if ones attitude toward a group of people is based on misinformation, or stereotypes or irrational thought processes, then it qualifies as a prejudice. But to hate Nazis and what they stood for and to fight against it ever happening again is not a prejudice. But, the problem is that Nazis believe that your attitude toward them and the information you have is irrational, stereotypical and misinformation. This is one type of conversation we have when we run, or over dinner. Another is about Jesus and Christianity. He's been reading a lot about that lately. He's not becoming re-born but I think he wants to find his place within his belief in Jesus. We visited a lot of churches in Europe and it often sparked conversations about religion, spirituality, Jesus, and our place in all of that. I'm not sure he'll find answers, but I can tell you, and I told him, that I love engaging him in topics like that. I feel like he's looking to me for intellectual stimulation, and any time I can stimulate Jeff I'm up for it. I know I am smart, I've always had good grades and I would never have been accepted to this university if I was a dummy, but I don't think of myself as someone how has much to offer others. I guess that's not true. Jeff looks to me for insights and opinions on subjects that interest us. People here want me to apply to graduate school and have allowed me into graduate classes. So, I guess I am bright, but I don't feel that way. I think of myself more as someone who learns, but not someone who has much to offer. My parents never seemed interested in anything that I had to say, or anything that I did. I always felt invisible. I don't feel that way with Jeff. As a matter of fact, it's just the opposite. Most of the time it is wonderful, but not being invisible, and living in an intimate relationship, means arguing. The other thing we talk about when we run, when we eat out, when we walk on campus, etc. are the people we see. We do this thing where we build stories based on the way people walk, talk, run, laugh etc. We'll focus on something about the person and then create a story. I can't tell you how flattering it is when he says something like, wow, great observation and even better free associating. Damn, you are good. It makes my day. He's come up with some stories while we've been running that give me a hard on. He's talked about writing fiction and sending it in to Nifty, but I've very adamantly argued against it. I think he should save them and use them later when he tries to publish. He thinks that what he can do is throw something together, `rough-draft it' as he calls it and send it in. I told him the only feedback he'd get is concerning the typos and misspellings he's made (he's not the greatest speller). He says he wants to start another series and try to develop a character that he'll use in a novel. "Just to play with him and see if he comes to life." I'm hoping he doesn't do it. He and some man have been emailing back and forth about a book this guy is/has been writing. He asked Jeff if he could loosely base characters in his book on Jeff and me. At first Jeff was against it, but then after reading some of what the guy was writing, Jeff said yes. I've read parts of it and the characters are really nothing like Jeff and I, but this guy said that he kept Jeff and I in mind while he was writing and it helped him develop the story. (Jeff and I met in college, these guys meet in high school. Jeff's parents have been great about everything, both these guys have father's that are assholes. But, as I read some of what he wrote I can see that he's used Jeff, the one guy is Italian and into being Italian, stuff like that. Jeff is athletic, so is the main character, mostly stuff like that.). He's getting the book published this winter. He's encouraging Jeff to write and try to publish. He said that Jeff has a real talent for character development. The way this whole thing got started(writing and sending stories in to Nifty), was that a professor suggested to Jeff that he write about real people and then use creative license. That's how the stories about Bill and Kevin were written. Jeff is passionate, intense and exciting to be around. We've been hanging with some friends. They were friends of mine and have just gotten to know Jeff. One guy is a law student, the other is a Pysch. Grad student and the other two are seniors. I think he wrote about them earlier. They are all gay and we've become good friends. They all really like him. It's a great feeling when your friends look forward to seeing you and your boyfriend. The other thing that gets him angry is people who are late (I am a good example of that). And, I tend to be always running behind. If I tell him I am going to be somewhere and I call and tell him that I am going to be late, he's fine. But, if I don't call him and he's waiting he'll either leave and be angry at me, or he'll wait and that is even worse. I think his worst quality is that he has little patience. I told him that part of the problem with his spelling/proofing stuff, is that he doesn't have the patience for it. His attitude is, FUCK IT, I wrote it, I'm done with it. "I've got books to read, papers to grade, and stories to write" (If I hear him say that one more time I am going to tattoo it on his dick). But what is odd about that is that he doesn't do that with people, or the time we spend together. He can sit and talk to friends for hours. He loves to eat out and sit and talk have a beer and watch people. Like I said, when we watch TV, and it isn't that often, he can relax and enjoy it. On our trip to Europe he never seemed to lose his patience. Actually, I think I did more than he did. But when he does something he does it with intensity. When he writes, he tells me that sometimes he can't type fast enough. When he gets into a book it is hard to get him to put it down. (I am smiling thinking about him reading this. I've told him all of this and he agrees. Last time we talked about it he asked me, "Do I do that with sex and when we make love? I asked him what he meant and he said, "Do you feel like I am rushing through sex, like I am being impatient?" I said, "No, but, and I love this about you, I do feel like you are really into me, like you can't put he down. Like you are intensely into me and I really do get off on that. It's wonderful. But when you are into writing, or reading you are into it like that, too." Jeff's anger. When I first got to know him, it scared me. Then I realized it always passes (It's that rejection thing again). He doesn't get violent, not even a hint of violence. He doesn't even yell or scream, but you can tell he's angry (again intensity) and he'll tell you why (maybe it's that he looks angry, his body looks angry and you know if he wanted to strike out you wouldn't want to be around, but in all the years I've known him, he's never even looked like he was close to striking out at anyone or anything). After we became boyfriends his anger started bothering me again. Sometimes I couldn't respond. He'd get angry and I'd be thinking he was going to ask me to move out. Now I just take a deep breath, hold my ground, explain myself, not make excuses, but tell him what I see as the situation and just hang in there. It's not long before he's not angry any longer and he's on to something else. Then I go to the bathroom and change my underwear. :) We did have one big blow out in Europe. It was my fault. We were to catch an early train (I'm sure he'll tell you about it). The alarm went off, I turned it off. He sat up and I said, "No, I'll shower first and then wake you." He nodded. We had been up late and had been drinking. I laid down again and of course I feel asleep. I felt him move, as he woke up again, and we both looked at the clock at the same time. We had missed our train. He was angry; boy was he angry. Again, he didn't yell, he didn't even say much. He just turned and glared at me. He got up, took a shower, asked me what my plan was NOW and sat down and opened a book. I know at times like this that it is best to let him sit for a while. I showered and then sat down and apologized. He was still angry. We decided to go to breakfast/lunch and try to figure a new plan for the next three days. We had reservations at a hotel that we'd have to pay for but not use. In about an hour he was fine. We had a new plan and he was excited as we headed out. He never mentioned it again and it was like it never happened, but I felt like shit for a couple of days. I got over it. I don't know what else to tell you about him. I do want to say that our trip was better than I ever thought it would be. I think our relationship took leaps forward. He's told me that he wants us to work on our relationship and never take it for granted. That's probably not possible, but as long as we both want to do that, I think we are on the right footing. Someone told us that the first year you are in a relationship you fuck more than the rest of the relationship. I doubt that will be true for us since I have all kinds of kinky sex ideas stored up for him. (Jeff, don't even ask me what they are, lol). That's what I do while we run (I think of kinky things to do with Jeff). LOL. I also wanted to say that he is generous, honest, sincere, thoughtful and caring. There is one more thing I want to say about being with Jeff and that has to do with sex. I've always wondered if sex could be fun. I get the love-making thing, I really do, and I love the love-making thing, a lot. I think my life would really be fucked up, if it wasn't for love-making. And making love with Jeff is really HOT. Like I said, he's very passionate, and he does make a lot of noise when he cums. I've always been a silent cummer, but since I've been with Jeff I've been letting loose. I guess I've realized how much I enjoy listening to him moan and groan and how much I love feeling his body respond. Know how much I enjoy it, I've given up my inhibitions and allowed myself to moan and groan and twist and jerk when I cum. Interestingly, I'm enjoying my orgasm more now, too. But, I wanted to say something about sex being fun. I'd say half the time we have sex we are not making love. I'd say it's weird, kinky, fun sex. The other day I was sitting on the sofa reading and he was at his computer writing. We were both in sweats. He walked over to the sofa, took off his sweat pants, he was hard, he said, "Do you feel like a quickie blow job?" I smiled. He pulled my sweats off and blew me. Then I pushed him down on the sofa and gave him head until he came. I gave him, what he calls, a quick toothy blow job, and it did not take long for him to cum. Then I went back to reading and he went back to the computer. Neither of us put our sweats on again. We just hung around nude; something we've been getting into more lately. He's told you about us blowing each other in the Mickey D's parking lot. We have fun having sex and we both are enjoying each other's body. I always hoped that I could find someone that would want to just have sex once in a while, but I never met a girl that was interested in sex just for sex, it always had to be making love. We do both and I love it. So that's a more complete picture of the man I love, called JEFF. Anyway, thank you for reading this. I'll let him write about our trip now. Hi, this is Jeff. What do I say to that? How about yada yada yada. The boy is delusional. I am so tempted to cut about half of that out, but I guess a promise is a promise. Now to our trip: We left Paris and headed to Zurich. I was excited about seeing the Alps. Someday, I want to go back there to ski. Zurich is where we missed our train and had our one angry morning. That's not bad for a six week trip. He's right, I did want to scold him, beat him, grab his nuts and squeeze, but I just told him that he was an asshole and we left it at that. Later that day, he said he would rather I get really angry and yell at him than just steam. By then, I was over it. Either way, I knew he'd be upset. Anyway, we hung around Zurich for another day. We then went to Geneva and spent a night. Then we made our way to the south of France. We rented a car and drove around Marseille, Cannes, Nice and Monaco. I couldn't believe the Yachts we saw. We talked to American college students who were crewing on one of the yachts. They let us get on board and look around. It was wild. They can actually land helicopters on those things. Then we were off to ITALY. We were thinking about staying in Milan, but we'd heard it's just a big city and not too exciting. I decided, even though people said Venice was no big deal that I wanted to see it. So, we got on a train in Milan and headed east, but Nick said he wanted to spend a night in a couple of small towns in Italy and not just stay in the big cities. Since we now had a couple of extra days, (due to the train we missed), we decided to spend a night in Verona. It was on the way to Venice, so that was convenient. We got off the train in Verona and took a cab to the old part of the city. Wow, it was pretty cool. The cab driver said he knew of a nice hotel in the old town and dropped us off there. It was an older hotel, but it was great. We walked around town, looked into the shops, and listened to the people talk Italian. They told us of a really good restaurant where we could get good local Italian food. We had a great dinner. I ordered the risotto, it was a vegetable risotto. Oh, was it good. Nick ordered lentil soup. We shared. That was good, too. Then we had veal for dinner. Oh yeah, my cousin Anthony told me that when we can, we should order the local wine. We did, that was wonderful also. After dinner we walked around and then stopped and had coffee and pastries for dessert. I told Nick that we would be running in the morning. Actually, we started doing that again in Paris. Not every morning, but most mornings. It's weird. We didn't see a lot of people jogging. Running is actually a pretty cool way to see parts of the city. Nick said he was getting tired and wanted to go back to the room. I asked him if he was tired or horny. He said that his feet were tired, but the rest of him was very much awake. We had had a long day, so we headed up to the room. We knew we could sleep in, then run and then catch the train to Venice. Our train ride would be short. We weren't actually staying in Venice; too expensive. We were staying in a town right outside of Venice; Mestro. We knew if we arrived too early at the hotel in Mestro we wouldn't be able to check in. So, we were in no rush to go to sleep. Well, we couldn't watch T.V. Nick's feet hurt, so no more walking. We were both stuffed, so no more eating. So, we took a bath, together, and I massaged Nick's feet. All Nick wanted to massage was my dick. So we climbed into bed. It's odd, but there are definitely let's-fuck days and nights and then there are making-love days and nights. That night was a making-love night. What's nice is that typically we are in the same mood. We turned off all the lights. We opened a window; it was warm outside and there was a nice breeze. We pulled the sheets back, got out the lube and put it where we could get to it and then got on the bed. We wrestled a bit, I don't mean in the normal sense of the word, but we seem to go through this when we start touching and kissing. I guess it is body language talk. One of us is going to finally surrender. That night it seemed to go on longer. First he was on top of me as we kissed and touched each other. I ran my hands up and down his back and held his ass; he held my head in one hand and ran his fingers up and down my side. We kissed, sucked face, biting at each other. Then, with one quick push of my leg, I was on top, kissing him, grinding my groin into his and he was holding on to my ass. I held him down as he tried to get on top again and began to work my way down to his cock. This is where he usually gives in to me, but he kept pushing me onto my back. Usually one of us gives in and the other works his way down and gives head, but tonight we were both hungry for dick. Usually, we take turns sucking each other and then go into a sixty-nine position for a while, but tonight, while on top of me, he turned around. He knelt above me with my head between his knees. Then I felt his warm mouth on my dick. We both moaned. Again, with the push of my leg, I pushed him onto his side, while he continued to suck at my dick. I then took him into my mouth. I could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum. I sucked at his dick, and played with his balls. We played like this for some time, rolling around, touching, biting, sucking, getting each other close and then stopping. Then still in the same position, but with me on my back and Nick on top of me, Nick moved his head further between my legs and started licking that place between my balls and my ass crack. Instantly, my legs pulled up as far as I could get them (I think it's like a reflex response thing). He rolled us onto our sides and then buried his face in my butt crack. I, again reflexively, did the same. We were moaning, licking, and biting. I, at one instant, wanted to be fucked, and then at another wanted to fuck him. Then we went back to sucking. Nick turned around, lay on top of me, took my face in his hands and began to kiss me. He said, "I know you know this, but I never feel like I say it enough, and I'm always afraid I say it too much, but I love you. I love being with you, I love talking to you, I love sex with you." "I know you do, and I love you, too. Even when I get angry at you, I love you." He laughed. We had sex, made love, several times since our misunderstanding in Zurich, but neither one of us mentioned it since. "I'm doing better, really, but I still get that feeling in my stomach." "What feeling?" "Like I have to shit real bad." I laughed. We kissed. He said, "I want to cum in your mouth." I smiled and nodded. "I want to just lay here and you suck me." I nodded. "Then I'll do whatever you want." I laughed. "Why are you laughing?" "I just thought `you bet your ass you will'." He laughed. He lay down on his back and said, "Suck my dick, bitch. I'm going to fill your mouth with the nectar of the Gods." "Yeah, I'll give you nectar, right up your ass," I said smiling. "Wait your turn," he said. I lay at his side, took his dick into my mouth and slowly and gently began to suck him as I played with his balls. His dick was rock hard, he was leaking pre-cum. We had been playing for at least an hour. I decided to take my time. He didn't seem to be in a rush to cum either. So, I licked his balls, sucked his dick, ran my tongue up and down the shaft and gently played with the head of his cock. Eventually, we both seemed ready for him to cum. His nuts were pulled tight, his dick head was as hard and my mouth was growing tired. I started sucking him hard and taking as much of his dick into my throat as I could. He began moaning and squirming. Then he began to gently thrust as I continued to move down on him. I gently played with his balls. He let out a deep grunt, his heels dug into the mattress as he held my head in place. My dick was dripping pre-cum onto my leg. I wanted his cum badly. I was hoping he would fill my mouth. He started cumming so hard that I felt it squirting out of his dick. It wasn't just filling my mouth, it was shooting down my throat. I moved so as to catch it in my mouth. He was shaking, quivering, twisting and moaning as I continued to suck him and stroke him. His back arched, he was at one moment almost sitting up and then back down hard onto the bed. Finally, he stopped cumming. I had swallowed about half his cum but I still had plenty in my mouth. I moved toward him and he immediately opened his mouth for us to kiss. He took my cum covered tongue into his mouth and sucked hard. "Fuck me, Jeff." I smiled, "I thought I could do what I want." "Please fuck me. Please, I want to cum again. Please I want you in me. Fuck me, hard." He didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed the lube and spread it on his ass. I began to lube my dick when he turned and wrapped his legs around me and then pulled me close. I leaned forward so I could get my dick to his ass and then he just pulled me further into him, grabbed my dick, lined us up and then pulled me toward him. When he gets like this, I get really turned on. It's like we both get into this crazy place. In one quick thrust I'm all the way in him and he's groaning, his eyes are opened wide, his head is thrown back and his body is shaking. His legs have a grip on me and he's got me locked into place with his legs. "Oh fuck, Jeff," he moans, as his legs pull me closer into him. "That's all I've got," I said. He started laughing and looked at me. "Guess I'll have to get another boyfriend." With that I pushed in as far as I could. He laughed again. "Fuck me." I started to fuck him and then noticed that he was still hard. He began to stroke his dick as I started taking long slow thrusts in and out of him, pulling my dick out almost to the point that I was completely out of him and then pushing all the way back into him. We both loved it. I kept fucking him, trying not to get close to cumming. It wasn't working. I knew he wanted to nut while I was fucking him, but I just couldn't hold back any longer. "I have to cum, I can't." "In my mouth, please, jerk off in my mouth." "Fuck, Nick," "Please, I'll do anything you want for a week. Please." I pulled out of him. He moved so fast I didn't know what he was doing. He pushed his legs between mine and the scooted down so that his shoulders were between my legs. I looked down at him and smiled and then sat down on his chest. He was still stroking his dick. I started jerking off looking down at him looking up at me. As I got close I grabbed his hair with my left hand, and continued to jerk off with my right. I had to scoot down some to bend my dick downward and to his mouth. I held his hair tight in my hand, leaned forward, jerked hard and began to cum. I couldn't hold my position long, I was cumming hard. I had to let go of his hair, as I fell forward. But, I kept jerking and cumming. And, then he started cumming. I tried to get to his dick, but by the time I got it into my mouth he had stopped cumming. I looked up at him, and I guess I didn't do all that good a job of getting my cum in his mouth because there was cum on his face. "Lay down on me," he said. I said, "Boy, you are into giving orders tonight, aren't you." He smiled and kissed me as I ran my hand over the cum on his stomach and then lay down on top of him. I pushed the cum that was on his face around with the tip of my tongue. Then I pushed it into his mouth as we kissed. "If you want to get off again, I'll do whatever you want," he said and laughed. I laughed. I think I'm good. But, if I do, I can promise you that you will do whatever I want." "I don't want to clean up. Let's just sleep like this." "Another order," I said. He laughed. I slightly moved off him, so that my left hip was on the mattress, but the rest of me was on him. I didn't think I could fall asleep like this, but I did. I don't know how he can sleep with me on top of him like that, but he did. He says he sleeps better with me resting on him. We went to Venice the next day. It was AWESOME. We spent that evening there and the next full day. We didn't eat in any of the expensive restaurants, but we did find this place that was cafeteria style but outdoor seating. The food was pretty good. We had mostly salads for lunch and had pizza and pasta and chicken and vegetables for dinner. We walked forever. I just loved St. Mark's square. We walked around and then found a place to sit and watch the gondolas go by. We did the museum thing. We stayed late and listened to them playing music in the square. We loved Venice. The next day we were off to Florence. After we checked into our hotel we headed out to get something to eat. We found an inexpensive place near the center of town. It was late in the day so we couldn't do much but hang around and check things out. We went to the square near the Duomo (Santa Maria del Fiore). And then to another square which I believe was in front of Santa Maria Novella. There were people in both who we sat and watched and listened to. We met seven American students who were traveling together; three girls and four guys. We hung out with them the rest of the night. They were going to be in Florence one more day and then they were heading north. They told us of this place that sold ice cream (gelato). WOW, was that wonderful. I bought this big cup and they gave me four different kinds of ice cream. My favorite was chocolate chip (okay, here goes, I think it's called Stracciatella); but whatever it was called I loved it. I think before I left Italy I had every flavor they make, but that remained my favorite. Nick's favorite was a chocolate ice cream with hazelnuts in it. He says it was called Tartufo, but he also like something called Zuppa Inglese. We were up late that night. It was a beautiful night. This girl kind of moved in on me. I mean she just kept talking to me and always seemed to be within two feet of me. Nick started hanging with a couple of the guys. We all agreed to meet up the next day. There was a lot that I wanted to do that they had already done, so I knew it wasn't going to work out, but we decided to meet anyway and then maybe get together for dinner and go out the next night. I was pretty sure this girl wanted me to make a move on her, but I didn't. DUH. When Nick and I left them and headed back to the hotel he told me that one of the guys he was talking to was gay; the other three were not. He said that one of the guys had the hots for the girl that was trailing me. He told Nick that she was paying him no attention. Nick said that he told him not to worry, that I was his boyfriend. He said, that the gay guy said, `you're fucking with me, dude'. Nick told him that we were lovers, that we lived together and that we were on our first European trip together. He said the other guy laughed and said he thought it was funny that that girl was all over me. Nick also told me that the gay guy, Nick just told me his name was Steve, said that he and one of the straight guys were blowing each other. That night we both crawled into bed. I put my leg over Nick, we talked. He played with my dick as we talked. I remember getting hard and feeling his dick get hard, but then I feel asleep. The next morning we met up with them and that girl wouldn't even look at me. I thought it was pretty funny, actually. Several times I tried to engage her in conversation, but she gave me one word answers. We had a quick breakfast and then agreed to go our own way and meet up after dinner in the square and then go clubbing. We were all over Florence that day. First we went to the Academy Gallery. I had to see the David. It was magnificent. The idea that someone saw that in a piece of marble and was able to carve away what he saw as not belonging there, and create such beauty was beyond me. I must have walked around the statue twenty times. The unfinished works were also remarkable. It was as if they were desperately trying to free themselves from the stone. Nick and I were talking about how most art is created by building something, painting, drawing, even music has the quality of adding, but sculpting is taking something away. It's creating in the negative. Writing is adding, building, painting a picture, but sculpting is subtracting something from something. We hunted down one of the Medici Chapels, more Michelangelo. Then we had lunch and then went to the Uffizi. Then Nick reminded me that we might want to rest up if we were going to meet up and go clubbing that night. LOL. Actually, what he said was, "Let's go back to the room for a while and blow each other." We stopped and got some gelato first (Nick said he thinks there is something in gelato that makes his dick get hard) and then went back to the room. When we got there I told him that I wanted to see if gelato works as a topical cream to get his dick hard or if it has to be ingested. He laughed. He had just one scoop and had finished his. I still had some left. We undressed. I was hard, so was he. I made him lay down on the bed (remember he promised me a week of doing whatever I wanted. Of course the next day he reminded me that I was going to be his sex slave while we were on Capri, an agreement we made in the states before we left.). His dick lay on his stomach, pointing to his chest. I slowly poured my ice cream on his dick head. Needless to say, he groaned loudly and laughed. I quickly cleaned up the mess with my tongue and mouth. Then I poured some on his balls; more groaning and more cleaning. Then I told him to roll over. At first he protested loudly, but I reminded him of his promise. I spread his cheeks and made him promise not to tighten up. I poured a glob of my ice cream, what was left of it, on his butt hole. Again, he protested and again I sooth his pain with my tongue. Then we both moved into our afternoon position and sucked each other. We've gotten pretty good and getting us both close at about the same time. Sometimes he came first, sometimes I did, and once in a while we came together. Either way, we had fun. We were out again. More churches, walking around town, we went to the Ponte Vecchio and looked at all the shops. We walked around the other side of the river and stopped in a small store and bought fruit, cheese, bread and wine and then went to a park and sat and ate and drank. It's weird the moments you remember clearly. I remember laying on this lawn, eating bread and cheese and talking to Nick. I don't remember what about exactly, but I remember him sitting there looking down at me and talking to me and I remember thinking that at that moment I had to be one of the luckiest people alive. He just went on talking and eating and I just stared at him thinking that I was very lucky. I was in Europe with the one person I truly wanted to be there with. I was in Europe on a vacation. My parents still love me and they love Nick. I'm in grad school and living with the one person I truly want to live with. And, damn, the sex is good, too. We met up with the group. Steve hung with Nick and me most of the night. The other guys were great. We had fun. They knew that Nick and I were boyfriends and it didn't seem to matter to them at all. One guy asked me if I ever dated girls or just guys. I told him that I date girls. He nodded and asked me if I thought I was BI or gay. I said, gay. I said that I liked dating girls because that's what you are supposed to do. I said that I like sex with girls, that it was satisfying. I said that I really enjoy the company of women, a lot, but that I love a man, and the sex for me is better with a guy than a woman. He asked me if it was just better or a lot better. I laughed and told him that I couldn't imagine it being any better. I asked him why he was asking. He told me that he had sex with a guy in high school but always dated girls. He said that he's been dating a woman now, she was in the states, and that things are okay with her, but that his friend, Steve, and he have been `hooking up' on this trip and that when they `hook up' he feels very excited. He told me that he wants to be married and have kids and be the straight neighbor that everyone has, but that when he's with Steve he feels alive. I asked him if when he and Steve are alone does he think about kissing him, `hooking up' with him. He said, "all the time". I asked him if he had the same feeling when he was with his girlfriend. The expression of his face went flat all of sudden. I felt like I shouldn't have asked the question. He looked away and then said, "no," in a very somber tone. He asked me "Did you ever love any of the women you dated?" "Yes," I said. "Do you love Nick like that?" he asked. "No," I said, "a lot more than any woman I ever dated." He took a deep breath and said, "That's nice. Do you ever wish he was a woman?" "No," I said. "I like sucking dick." He laughed. "I think I do, too." His name was Conner. I realized that I really liked him. I realized that he was me a few years ago. Confused. Again, I realized I was lucky. "Steve seems like a nice guy," I said. "He is. We've been friends for about a year. He's cool." "I'd say he's hot," I said and smiled. He laughed, "Funny, he said the same about you and Nick. He said he wished you two would ask him to your hotel. He said he had this idea that the three of you could make a sandwich. You two being the bread," I interrupted, "And he'd be the meat in the middle." We both laughed. Then he said, "I could be the cheese." I laughed. Then he said, "We were dividing you two up. Steve said that he should have you and that I should have Nick." Smiling I asked, "Why that?" "He said that you definitely look like someone who likes to fuck and that since I've never been fucked, he should be with you." Then he said, "I am so embarrassed I said that." I laughed. "Don't sweat it, it's kind of funny. Steve told Nick that he was gay and that he was `hooking up' with someone in the group, but we didn't know who." We went to a couple of bars. The girls were off looking for Italian men or other Americans. Steve and Connor hung with us and the other two guys, who were also really cool, came and went. I watch Steve flirting with me and watched Nick watching. I expected him to be bothered, but he wasn't. Later, I asked him if he was and he said no. That was nice. Flirting is fun, but that's all it was. The next day we were on our own. More churches, museums, the Pitti Palace, the Last Supper, Piazza della Signorina, and walks along the river. Again, we bought fruit, cheese, bread and wine for lunch. Again, we went back to the room for our afternoon siesta of sorts and then out again. Since it was our last night in Florence we went to a nice restaurant for dinner, had a great meal, and wine, went back for more gelato and walked around and listen to this band playing music in one of the squares. I really enjoyed Florence. The next day we were south bound to Naples. We had called the Hotel on Capri to tell them when our train was arriving. They actually meet you at the train or if you fly into Rome they meet you there. They get you to the Port of Naples and then ferry you to Capri. Oh, and all the while, they have your luggage. Once on Capri they take you to the top of the island, that's where the hotel is, and you can walk through town to the hotel, which is what we did; more ice cream on the way. When we got to the Grand Hotel Quisisana I was shocked; I was amazed. The lobby had white and black Italian marble and this marvelous staircase. They have indoor and outdoor pools, beautiful outdoor restaurants, and wonderful rooms. We had this suite on the second floor and had a balcony with a view of the Mediterranean. Nick and I were completely overwhelmed. There was a bottle of wine and fruit and cheese on a table on the balcony. It was from my cousin Anthony and is wife. Nick sat down and just stared at me with his mouth hanging open. "I've never seen a hotel like this. I've never seen a room like this." I said, "You better work hard so you can afford to pay for hotels like this for us. At least until I make us a fortune writing my best seller." "If I have to, I'll sell my body," he said. We both laughed. "Don't say it." We were starved. We opened the wine and started eating the fruit and cheese. We decided to jump in the shower and then put our bathing suits on and go for a swim. Nick showered first. When I got out of the shower he was standing in the room wearing a Speedo. I just looked at him. At first I thought I was going to laugh, but then I thought, `you know he looks HOT'. Then I noticed he was holding another pair in his hand. He held it out to me. "No way." "Put them on," he said. "Remember, you have to do what I say." "No way, that's just sex." "No, I said, you have to do everything I say. You promised." He handed me the Speedos. I looked at them. They were smaller than any underwear I've ever worn. "I don't think they'll fit." "They'll fit. I tried them on in the store where I bought them. They are a size bigger than mine so they'll fit." "Yeah, but what about this," I said smiling, holding my package. He very seriously said, "I told the guy at the store that you were big and he said you'd fit." "You told that to some salesman. What the fuck were you thinking?" "He doesn't know you or me. Anyway, it was one of those gay men's clothing stores. I'm sure he hears it all the time. He helped me fit into mine," he said and laughed. "Actually, I think he might have groped me. I called him into the dressing room and asked him if I should get a bigger size. His hands were all over me. He ran his fingers around the waist and then around the legs and tugged at the front. He said they were perfect." I put it on, walked to the mirror and said, "No fucking way. You can see." "No you can't. You can see a bulge, but you can't see your dick. I got you the black one and I got you another one that is blue. He said that the white ones show you off, but the darker colors don't show you off as much." "I'm not going into the pool looking like this." "Carol said that all the guys here wear them. She said, the hotter the guy, the smaller the Speedo. Look we'll put on the robes, go down and see what they're wearing. If there is one guy in a Speedo, then we'll wear ours." I put on a tee shirt, and shorts over the Speedos, and my sandals, he did the same. We went to the pool and sure enough most of the men were wearing Speedos. What the fuck I thought. If they were all nude, I'd get naked, so off went the shorts, the tee-shirt and sandals. I walked to the deep end of the pool and jumped in. Nick followed. I must admit that at first they felt weird, but after an hour in them and sitting in the sun, I was fine with them. "Let's go to our room for a while," Nick said. I looked at him, "We just got settled." "I want you. Let's go. Leave your stuff. We'll come back down," he said as he got up and started walking away. I followed. We went up to the room. I took off my Speedo and sat in a chair in the middle of the room. He got on is knees in front of me and sucked my dick until I came in his mouth. Then I put on my Speedos, stuffing myself into them. Nick wrapped a towel around his waist, he had a hard-on, and we went down to the pool. He jumped in to cool himself off. When he was lying beside me, I asked, "Are we going to do this often?" "Yes, and a lot more," he said. People were leaving the pool area. It was getting late. We had brought only one set of dress up clothes each, so when we checked in we sent them down to be pressed. But, they wouldn't be ready until tomorrow. So, we decided on a late dinner in town. Tomorrow we'd eat at the hotel. When we went to the room, Nick told me to undress and jerk off. I looked at him and laughed. "What do you mean?" "Well, you know, like those solo porn movies, where the guys get in all those positions and jerk off. I want to sit and watch you do that." Now I really started laughing. "You're kidding." "No. I haven't seen you jerk off in months. Think about it. Since we've been boyfriends we always make each other cum. We used to watch each other jerk off, now we never do it. I want to sit," he moved a chair so that it was facing the bed, "and watch. And don't just lay there. I want you to move around. Like in those movies." I felt my face burning with embarrassment. "When we get to Mykonos, your ass is mine to do with what I want." I pulled off my Speedo. I had a hard-on. As much as this seemed embarrassing, the idea was turning me on. I immediately sat down on the bed and started jerking. I could feel my face blushing. "You're not just going to sit there and jerk, are you?" I looked at him. "No, you have to do it like those movies. You know, on your knees, on your back and spread your legs. On your knees and turn around so I can see your butt. Standing up on the bed, all that kind of stuff." "I am going to really hurt you badly in Mykonos." "I am counting on it. Now get busy, sex toy," he said laughing. I laughed, but I got on my knees and started jerking. I turned around and put my butt in the air and pushed my dick and balls down. I glanced between my legs at him and he was slowly jerking himself off. I just shook my head and laughed and continued jerking. Then I guess I got into it. I lay on my back and spread my legs wide and jerked and played with my balls. Then I got up and walked over to him and jerked standing in front of him and then began to rub my dick against him. He was smiling a lot, even blushing. I started to give him a lap dance while I was jerking. I wiped precum on his chest. Then I went back to the bed and got on my knees with my butt facing him. I licked my finger and then started playing with my butt hole as I continued to jerk off. He got off the chair and sat on the bed next to me and continued to watch. I pushed my finger into my butt and started moving it in and out as I jerked. Then I rolled onto my back, keeping my finger in my butt and stroked my dick. I started getting precum, so I took my finger out of my butt and got it wet with precum and shoved it back in, further this time. By now I was into it and enjoying myself. He was still stroking himself slowly and his eyes were on my dick. I had my knees up, my finger in my butt and I was stroking hard. Then he got up, moved over toward me and knelt beside my head. He reached around and put a pillow under my head, and said, "Keep jerking and suck me." I turned my head, he slid his dick in my mouth and I kept jerking. I could tell he was close to cumming. I know his dick and his dick head was as hard as a rock. I kept stroking. He started rocking back and forth, in my mouth. Then, he got into a push up position over my face but sideways and started thrusting as I continued to jerk off. I glanced at him and his eyes remained on my dick. When he came, he came hard and a lot. It was the first time since last night. His body shook as he tried to hold himself above me. He stopped cumming but he didn't take his dick out of my mouth. I guess he could see that I was close. He turned so that now he was almost sitting on my face but his dick was still in my mouth. He was facing my legs. He pulled my hand away from my butt and then found my hole with his finger. In it went. He began pushing against my prostate. I began to shake all over, arching my hips upward. Then he moved off of my face and pulled my butt up so that now I was looking at my dick. He sat back on his knees, kept pushing his finger in my butt and I kept stroking, looking right at the head of my dick. I glanced at him and he was looking at me smiling. "Open your mouth, he said." I did. "Get it all over your face," he said. I stroked a couple more times and I began to cum. He kept pushing against my prostate and I kept shaking and cumming. Most of it went onto my face, but some got into my mouth. Finally, he let me lay down. I looked at him and he looked at me and said, "You know you loved it." I just laughed. Nick and I have talked about cumming on each other's face or on our own face and why that is so interesting. He said that he thinks there is an element of marking territory to it. He said that when he'd ask girls if he could cum on their face they always said no, that it was degrading. Neither he nor I feel degraded when we do it. And, I don't feel like I am degrading him when I cum on his face. Or at least I am not aware of it. He says he does think there is an element of marking territory, but he says that he mostly thinks it has more to do with doing something that at one level seems so nasty, but then is so comfortable. He said that he enjoys feeling me shoot my cum on his face, but he always thinks it is a waste. He'd rather have it shot into his mouth. We showered together. I really love showering with him. It really is HOT to have someone else wash my body, and I love soaping his. We got dressed and walked into town. We had a great dinner. We stopped for pastry and ice cream. We found a place to sit and watch people. While we were sitting there he said, "When we get back, I'm going to fuck you." I shook my head, and said, "Okay. Do you have to announce it?" He laughed and said, "Yeah, it's kind of fun. I mean, it gave me wood when I said it. It's kind of fun to just say it and think about it and imagine it." "You really are a perv." "I know, but I bet you're getting a hard-on, right?" He started to move his hand toward my leg, but I pushed it away and smiled and nodded. "Just how much sex are you planning on having?" "A lot." I laughed; my dick was getting hard. We went back to the hotel and decided to go for a swim. Then we went back to the room. We seldom fuck with one of us laying face down on the bed and the other laying on top and fucking from behind. I'm not sure why. Usually, we face each other, legs up in the air. Or, we fuck standing and from behind, or over the back of the sofa. But this time he told me he wanted me on the bed, face down. He lubed up, aimed and then pushed himself in. I grunted loudly feeling him slide all the way in one move. Again, I told him I was going to hurt him badly. He laughed. I found that I liked having him laying on me. He wasn't fucking me hard or fast but rather taking his time. I was hard listening to him breathing heavily into my ear. He bit and licked at my neck and shoulders. He started talking to me as he fucked me. We talk sometimes, or a little all the time we fuck, but he was getting into it. He was saying stuff like, "I love being inside you. I love the way your ass feels under me. I love your back." He'd bit my neck and ask me if I like him inside of me. "Yes," I'd say. As he continued to fuck me he began humping me faster and faster and pushing harder. He put his legs between mine and pushed my legs apart and kept fucking me. I was really into it and wanting him to fuck me hard by the time he was ready to orgasm. As he got close he wrapped his arms under mine and then gripped my shoulders. He had my legs pushed open and he was bouncing hard on my butt. He came hard, hard enough so that I could feel his wetness inside me. When we untangled from each other he kissed me and said, "Good night." I laughed and asked him about my erection. He smiled and said, "Save yourself for tomorrow. We went to sleep. The next morning I woke up with my dick in his mouth. He knew I was awake, but he just kept sucking me. It is a very interesting way to wake up. I asked him if I was hard before he started sucking me and he nodded. I lay there. He was taking his time. He likes sucking dick, (LOL) and when he's into it he takes his time. Usually, that's fine with me. I ran my hand up and down his back and over his butt as he sucked me. When I was close he began to suck me harder, using his teeth. As I began to cum I could hear him moaning and feel him swallowing my cum. I think my favorite way to cum in the morning is getting head. I don't wake up quickly and I don't think all that humping really appeals to me when I am waking up. But laying still and feeling that wonderful warm mouth of his sliding up and down my dick is absolutely wonderful. After I came, we showered with each other, dress and headed down for breakfast. Our intention was to eat, have sex, sit by the pool and have more sex, for the rest of the day. And, that is exactly what we did. After breakfast we went back to the room to get into our Speedos, but we had to stop for me to give him head. We went to the pool. It was wonderful. We went back to the room when he again decided he wanted to blow me. They had this great brunch/lunch that we went to. It was outside and it was all these Italian salads, and cheese and meats. OH my God, it was wonderful. We must have continued going back for about an hour. It was a buffet. It was so good we went back the next day. We spent the next two days doing much the same. We had dinner at a wonderful restaurant that night; expensive, but good. We both had a wonderful time. He agreed that I fulfilled my part as his sex toy. Mostly, he blew me, and fucked me. It seemed that we were heading up to the room about every other hour or so. One day, I came so much that by that night I had an orgasm and had hardly any cum. But, I recovered for the next day. Wearing Speedos wasn't so bad. Actually, I really got into it. I doubt that I'd wear them in the states, but it was nice to be in them along with most other guys and looking good. I'm not bragging, but my ass does look good in them, so I got into it. Nick looked great, also. It's kind of nice to be with someone who looks so good. We both tanned nicely, too. We were both excited about heading for Rome, and then, eventually, to Mykonos. We hated leaving the hotel, but off to Rome we went. We had a room in this hotel that was on the outskirts of Rome but near their underground. So, we'd plan out our day, get on a train and head out. The first day we went to the Vatican. We spent most of the day their. I was completely amazed by the grandeur of St. Peter's. I knew it was big, but that's putting it mildly. I loved the Pieta. Like I said about the David, I've seen pictures, but seeing them in person is moving. Nick walked around with his mouth hanging open through out the cathedral. We decided to hike the steps and walk around the dome. That was remarkable, looking down on the altar. Then we walked up the inside of the dome, to the rooftop of the dome. From there you can see all of Rome. It was a great way to start our time in Rome. We stood there with our guide book and got our bearings. We made our way down to street level and found a place to have lunch. Then we went on the tour so we could see the Sistine Chapel. I'm sorry if I sound like an easily impressed tourist, but wow. We then went through the Vatican Museum. Then we walked along the river, bought ice cream and sat and talked. I had my journal with me and was taking copious notes. Nick sat silently watching the people. The weather was perfect as was the case for most of our trip. We headed back to the room. It was close to dinner time, so we showered, dressed and headed back out on the underground. We walked around the area near the Spanish steps and found a small restaurant. We ordered pasta with tomato sauce and rolled beef, and spaghetti with oil and garlic and red pepper. They brought two big bowls. It was enough for four people. The aroma was fantastic. We shared. The spaghetti with olive oil was great. We had a bottle of wine that was also very good. We decided that we should walk for a long time to try to walk off some of our dinner. Nick promised me we would run in the morning. I asked the waiter how to get to the Trevi fountain. He showed us on the map. Off we went. Of course on the way, we got ice cream or gelato. We started walking down these narrow streets, I thought we were lost. But then we started seeing tour buses and people heading in the same direction as we were. I wasn't overly impressed but Nick loved it. He found a place to sit and watched all the people. After a while I began appreciating it a lot more. Not sure why, but it did seem romantic or something like that. Of course, Nick had to walk up and have me take a picture of him throwing a coin in the fountain. He wouldn't stop until he got one of me doing the same. He said that if you throw a coin in you'll come back, so I had to throw one in because he wouldn't come back unless it was with me. UGH. We headed back to the hotel. We talked about being horny on the way back, which always seems to make me hornier. When we got to the room we were naked and in bed in about two minutes. His days of being a top were over, way over, and he knew it. I hadn't fucked him since we left Florence. I was on him with my dick in his ass like butter on warm bread. And, I told him he'd better be smiling. He did. I told him I wanted him to cum before me. He did. I licked it up (Yeah, I am into cum) and then fucked him silly. We were in Rome for the next eight days. We decided that we would take day a trip from Rome to Assisi and Perugia. Then we rented a car and went South to Sorrento and the Amalfi coastline. The rest of the time we spend in Rome. The Coliseum and Forum were remarkable. Damn, all of Rome was wonderful. We set out one day to find Michelangelo's Moses; not that it is lost. But it was difficult to find the church it was in. But, we found it. Our time in Rome was great. We hated leaving. The food was wonderful. The people were interesting. We met American college students traveling. A couple of nights we found gay clubs or what seemed more like clubs for young people, and had a lot of fun. In Mykonos we stayed at the Hotel Belvedere. It was fantastic. There was a main building where you check in that had rooms, and downstairs, poolside it had a bar. Then there were all these smaller building with two or four rooms to them. They were painted white with different color doors. Our room was in one of those building and was wonderful. Another building had a restaurant where they had a free breakfast every morning. The fruit and yogurt was too good to describe. I've never had yogurt like that before. We feasted. The pool was great. Each morning we'd come out of our room and they'd make up one lounge for the two for us(one double lounge for the two of us). It was so easy to be there and be gay. There were lesbian couples, straight and gay couples and straight and gay singles all laying poolside. Everyone seemed comfortable with everyone else. We met a gay couple from Westchester NY that we spent time with. They told us where to eat and where to go. You just don't realize how up tight people are in the United States until you go elsewhere and see how comfortable people can be. What was weird is that we were talking to this elderly couple who were from Montana and they said that they come to Mykonos every year. We got to talking about gay and straight and they said that before they started traveling they thought gay people were strange, but then they met so many really nice gay people from the States in Mykonos that they had to question all their ideas. Now, they think all the stuff you get on the TV in the US about gay is a lot of bullshit. The guy said that he's for gay marriage. She said she is definitely for it. She thinks the best way for men to understand how difficult it is to live with a man is for gay men to get married and start talking about how impossible men are. Nick and I laughed. She was really great to talk to. It makes me sad thinking about how fucked up we are in the States about social issues. We sat in the sun, ate a lot of good food. We went to the nude beach. That was cool, but I really like sitting by the pool. Needless to say, Nick got his ass plowed. He said that he didn't think he was going to be able to sit right for a few days. I had him jerk off for me several times. I flipped him over and had him squirt on his face and in his mouth while I watched. I gave him head several times, he always enjoys that, but mostly he got fucked and got fucked hard and fast. Each time I fucked him I'd say, "remember Capri". He'd nod and laugh and say, "be gentle" and laugh. We also went to the bars on Mykonos. Damn, there are a lot of HOT men there. I guess they come from all over Europe and the U.S. It was nice being around so many hot gay young men. Nick and I received a lot of attention. I must admit we were looking good; tanned, lean and oozing masculinity. LOL. We are both wearing our hair longer than usual; long and combed back. I think it looks great on Nick, but I'm not sure about mine. Nick loves it long on me. He said it gives him something ELSE to grab on to when we are having sex. He thinks he's funny. One night at a bar we met this couple from Sweden. They were really great guys and very HOT; they were about our age, but a little older. They asked us what "we were into". I told them that we were into each other; that we were monogamous. They asked us if we wanted to go to the gay beach with them the next day. We decided to meet them there. They were fun and getting to know them was interesting. They told us that they understood that we were monogamous but they wondered if we'd be interested in going back to the hotel and play together but with our own boyfriend. Nick was immediately into it, but I was a little hesitant. One of the guys picked up on my hesitation and promised me that they'd respect my limits and wouldn't try to change our minds when we were into playing. It was a good thing I was laying on my stomach because talking about it got me so hard (We were still at the nude beach). So, we headed back to our hotel room, got naked again. The four of us climbed onto the bed and onto our respective boyfriends. I have to admit it was incredibly intense. On the way to the room, Nick suggested touching would be okay. They both smiled. We had a great time; we sucked and fucked into the evening. It was hot watching them sucking and fucking and having them watch us. Their hands were all over us when we were fucking, and we were touching them while they fucked. It really is HOT to have someone touching your balls and butt while you are fucking. We showered, we went to their hotel so they could change and then we went to dinner at this restaurant that was fantastic. Tables were outside in a courtyard. Dinner seemed to start at about 8pm and it seemed like there was just one seating. Dinner lasted until about 10:30. Then we went to a bar for drinks. They were leaving the next day and they wanted to spend the night playing. We told them we'd go to their hotel and play, but that we'd probably leave before long. They were happy with that. Again, we played and played hard. I really enjoyed our time with them, but I think Nick enjoyed it more. He really got into watching and being watched. He said that he loved it when I was fucking him and they sat beside us and watched and played with his chest and dick. We were in Mykonos for another two full days and nights. From Mykonos we went to Amsterdam. Wow, what a city. I mean, really, we had a wonderful time there. We went to museums; we went to the Ann Frank museum. Wow. Nick and I were both really moved. We went to the red light district. That was fun. We went to a gay bar where guys dance and then you can pay them to go to a room and have sex. That was interesting. We didn't do that, but we went and hung around and talked to the guys. A couple of them were really hitting on us. They wanted us to buy time with them. We didn't but it was fun being there. We watched as these men came in and cruised these working boys and watched as they selected and paid for them. It was pretty interesting. When we left Nick said that he thought it was kind of difficult to watch. I asked him why and he said, "How would you like to make a living having sex with anyone who had the money?" I hadn't thought about it like that. We sat out in the square and drank beer. We went to one of the Marijuana bars and got stoned. That was fun. Nick got pretty high. We talked to a couple of straight guys who were from the States. It was a little strange talking to them. They were pretty cool but they kept doing this thing that was weird. They kept saying, "You guys aren't gay, you're putting us on, right?" (By this time Nick was introducing himself as `Nick, his boyfriend', meaning me.) We told them that we were partners and they didn't seem to believe us. I'm not sure what they were up to, but it was weird. Sometimes, I just don't get straight people anymore. I think it was weird talking to them after being in Mykonos. It wasn't that they were anti-gay. Maybe, it was because they were stoned. Nick kept saying, "Why can't we be gay?" This one guy said, "You guys just don't seem gay." Then we got into the conversation about what is gay. It was pretty interesting. We left with them and went and had dinner. They said they wanted us to hang with them, but Nick said he wasn't feeling well. So, we went back to our hotel. He said that they made him nervous. He said he began to worry that we were going to get mugged. I told him it might be the weed, but then again, he might have been right. Amsterdam was our last stop in Europe. We had a great time. We didn't want to come back. I'm back in school. Nick is working at school and taking a couple of classes, so we are both really busy. Nick's brother was here a couple of weekends ago. Actually, he was here for five days. I'll write about that next time. Oh, and Bill has been emailing me about visiting us. I've been against it, I guess, because I think it's going to be difficult, but for some very strange reason, Nick has done a turn around and wants Bill to visit. He said that now he's curious and hopes that Bill will be open to having sex. He said that before he was worried that I'd more into Bill than him. Now, he said, he's not worried at all. I guess I'm happy that he's feeling secure in our relationship, but I'm not sure how it will be playing with Bill like we play with Matt. Anyway, I don't have to decide right now. Bill can't come here until just before Thanksgiving. Well, until next time. Thank you again and sorry for the typos, and I am sure there are many. If you'd like to email me, you can at ImJeff0882@aol.com Oh yeah, Nick mentioned something about a man who I've been emailing who has recently written a book. It's not based on us, but he said that he had this story he's wanted to write and in my story about Bill and I, I mentioned that I was going to use the story as an exercise, as step toward being able to create characters. He said that part of the trouble he was having was having his main character hold together as one character since he is based on several people he's known. He asked me if he could use parts of me and Bill and Nick to hold a focus for his story. At first I said no, but then when he let me read some of what he was writing and I could see that actually very little had anything to do with Bill, me or Nick, I said okay. Also, we exchanged stories about being Italian. He's Italian and his family is into it. His family is from NY, mine is from Boston, but it was funny how similar Italian families are. Other people have emailed about that, also. Anyway, his book is getting published and he said he'd email me the manuscript once it was published. It sounds like a very intense and interesting story.