Date: Sat, 17 Jan 2009 23:08:31 +0000
From: qazz_2003@hotmail.com
Subject: A holiday in Italy - Part 1/4

The first day on the beach I wasn't expecting much. It was September, it
hadn't been the hottest Summer on record and our part of the beach is where
elderly people go. Usually.

So I was pleasantly surprise when, after sitting down on my deck chair, I
noticed two families, with kids and all, just in front of me. I consider
myself a good representative of the gay population, and as such I couldn't
exempt myself from evaluating the over 20, male part of those families.

The two are typical of the region: not extremely good looking, but slim,
tallish and with big arms due to hard manual labour. Not the best I could
hope for, but still someone I could certainly fantasize on.

My fantasy was to receive a boost. Two couples, young couples, were playing
cards nearby. One was really beautiful, probably still in his teens though.
But the other one... towards 30, slim and tanned, six pack, shaved or
naturally bold I don't know. Either way, that usually means one thing in my
book: big dick!

I was already feeling the excitement but I couldn't do anything, not only
because I was on the beach, but also because I was with my mum. And it was
very very hard for me, especially as I was few rows behind me a big muscle
guy in, finally, speedos, and not those horrible and so not-revealing
shorts. His speedos weren't very revealing though, but I hoped he was a
grower rather than a shower. And what a grower will he be.

I was feeling pretty horny at this time, with all those hot guys in my
mind, and I wasn't expecting what was about to hit the beach: the hottest
daddy on Earth. He arrived wearing a very tight pair of shorts and a vest
that was already showing some very hard pecs. It must have been his first
day as he didn't have a clue where his assigned place was. He wandered a
little between the umbrellas looking, I realized later, for his wife. He
walked in front of me too and I could look at those hard cheeks and strong
legs that will, I was sure, became a very important part of my fantasy. Or
so I thought.

He finally found his wife and place and started to undress. The vest was
the first to go. I was able to admire the chiselled abs, the hairless pecs,
the strong arms and a perfectly defined back. Then he went on to unbutton
the shorts. "Oh fuck" I thought "those are not swimming trunks. If he's
wearing speedos I'm gonna cum right here right now". Thank God he wasn't.
Instead he was wearing one of those very short and low waist trunks. He was
stunning, already tanned, smooth, showing every muscle like a model of the
human body. But I am a queen after all, a bitchy queen, and nobody can be
that perfect. So i decided he wasn't really cute and he definitely needed a
hair-cut. Oh well, plenty to think about anyway.

At this point I had to have a wank, but I didn't want to go back to the
flat, after all I went there for the sun and the sea. At the beach they
provide beach users with bathing huts I thought "Fuck it, I'll be quiet"
and, armed with some tissues (I always carry some tissues in my bag) I set
off to the closest ones. They were both busy so I had to wait a little, but
I could hear some noise from inside, some kind of whispering. All of a
sudden the big guy with the speedos came out. He wasn't expecting to see
anybody outside and he was very quick to cover himself with his beach
towel. Not so quick though for me not to notice a massive bulge. I didn't
recall him that big (remember, I thought and hoped he was a grower cause he
definitely wasn't a shower), so that must have been a semi hard-on.

He stepped out and moved to let me in, and so I did. But when I turned to
close the door he hadn't left. I thought it was strange, what was he
waiting for? Then I recalled the bulge, the guilty look, the whispering. He
was still horny of course. In one of those moment that seems to last
forever I pondered whether to ask him in, but he wasn't looking at me and
then the moment was gone. I close the doors, sat on the bench and stayed
there thinking how stupid I had just been and how even more horny I was
now.

Almost immediately I heard the other door opening and closing, and the
whispering starting again. No, not whispering, this was moaning. What the
hell was going on? I had to know. God bless Italians and their cheap huts
made of wood with holes in it. It wasn't a big hole, maybe as big as a
finger, so not a glory hole (damn!) but a perfect peep-hole.

The first thing I saw was a pair of speedos. I knew those speedos, and lots
of things now started to make sense. Maybe he was with his wife, or maybe
with some other girl. Not the best I could have hoped for but hey I would
have seen his big cock and had a fantastic wank. But, hold on a minute,
those were not women's legs, those were nice, big, muscular legs. Fuck, he
was there with a man!!! I couldn't believe my luck, and I almost screamed
when I realized who the other man was: the daddy.

The daddy was pretty excited too, but none of them wanted to take their
cocks out. On one hand, so to speak, I was glad they didn't, it leaves more
room to the imagination and I love the sight of a hard dick trapped
inside. On the other hand though I was craving to see them. And to taste
them, but that wasn't going to happen. Not this time at least.

I couldn't see the whole picture so I concentrated on the lower part. I saw
hands going up and down, crotches rubbing, arses being groped. I was
wondering if they, being "straight", liked only to fuck (and then who would
have ended up, let's say, disappointed) when speedo guy went on his knees
and started licking, biting, sucking daddy's cock still inside his
trunks. Gosh, these guys' timing was perfect.

I don't think it was his first time, too expert with his tongue. He could
let the head of daddy's dick slip out of the trunks without using his
hands, one being busy massaging the bum and the other working on his own
hard-on. I was so excited I could not contain my dick inside any more. So I
stripped, moved the bench in the middle and sat with my legs across it.

Speedo guys was still licking the head and because it wasn't fully hard I
could see that he wasn't circumcised. I wasn't expecting otherwise, but I
still didn't know where they were from, although daddy looked Italian and
the other East European, so everything was possible. Not that it mattered
anyway. I thought the licking was enough and as if he had read my mind he
pulled down daddy's trunk and admired the manhood for a moment before
swallowing it all. Daddy let out his breath, like he had been holding it
for a long time. Speedo guy was sucking faster and faster and when he
finally stopped I saw that beauty: about 7", good girth, shaved balls. I
wasn't sure if it was already leaking with pre-cum or with saliva. Speedo
guy didn't give me the time to look better as he begun licking off
everything, from his balls up to the head, before surrounding it with his
lips once again.

Daddy must have been very close to come because he suddenly pulled out and
started jerking off. But speedo guy had other plans. He put both hands on
daddy's hips and turned him. He wasn't really sure about what speedo guys
was doing, but when he felt his warm tongue on his hole he slowly bent over
to open up his arse to that expert tongue. I had a much better view now. I
could see the whole of daddy's upper body, contracting with pleasure, and
even his not-so-cute face was hot now. Meanwhile speedo guy had started
fingering him, a big, long and think finger was going slowly in and out of
that hard butt. And he didn't mind at all. I don't know if that was his
first time, but I was sure it wasn't the last.

Speedo guy had enough of this, so he got up, and only now I noticed he had
somehow managed to pull off his speedos, moved the bench in the middle and
pushed daddy on it on his back. He opened up daddy's legs and slammed his
cock on daddy's arse-hole. This was the actual first time I saw his
dick. It was huge, massive: at least 8" and a half, really think, veiny and
cut, shaved big balls and perfectly straight. Just the thought of tasting
it made my mouth watering. He spit on it two or three times and the slowly
but steadily penetrated him.

Daddy couldn't help it and screamed, not very loud, but definitely with
pleasure. Speedo guy said "You like it?" and daddy replied with a
moan. This was the first time I heard any of them speak. Although he spoke
English that wasn't an English accent. Still not sure where from
though. I'm not an expert on accents after all. Daddy was moaning with
pleasure and touching himself, but not his dick that was still hard and
throbbing. He was touching his washboard stomach, his hard pecs, his even
harder nipples. Speedo guy liked it rough and he groped daddy's ankles to
spread his legs even more. He was going quicker now and I could hear his
balls slapping on daddy's cheeks.

Daddy was moaning with every thrust until he said "Vengo" ("I'm coming")
and grabbed his cock. Even though speedo guy didn't understand Italian, or
so I thought, he understood very well what was going on. Without stopping
fucking him he moved daddy's hand away and began jerking him off. Soon
after he came: three long shots that reached his face and pecs, thanks to
the work of an expert hand that pulled down at the right time of the
shot. Daddy's chest was covered with hot cum. Speedo guy took some up with
one finger and offered it to him. He hesitated but speedo guy started
fucking him again and he gave up. He licked that finger, swallowed his own
spunk and then licked the rest of the cum that had landed on his face. That
was too much for speedo guy. He pulled out and shot his load: one, two,
three, four, five big shots all over daddy's pecs, abs and cock. But he
wasn't finished yet. He went down on daddy one last time and cleaned up
that still hard cock from daddy's and his own cum.

And THAT was too much for me. I laid back on the bench and shot, and
shouted, my big load. They must have heard me because I saw a finger coming
through the peep-hole. I didn't know who it belonged to but I sucked it,
and when it pulled back I put in mine, still with some of my cum. I felt
both of them licking it and kissing with my finger in the middle.

It was time to go so I said "I'll let you out", hoping they would both
understood me. I went out and saw nobody around, so I knocked at the door
and say "you can come out". The door opened and speedo guy came out. I
could tell he was still a bit excited. He looked at me, smiled, winked and
said "Thank you". And with that he was off. The door had closed again.
Probably daddy wanted to clean himself up and maybe wait some time before
coming out in case someone was watching. So I left him there and went for a
swim in the sea. For a first day of holiday it hadn't been too bad.