Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2000 20:34:55 EDT
From: Alex Carbine
Subject: World Tour

World Tour/suck/fuck/dildo

by Alex Carbine

	Please excuse the slow beginning, but one has to set the scene and
there is no short way. I have no way of knowing how many chapters this will
end up with, and I give the usual warning that there are graphic
descriptions of man to man sex, of many types. So if you do not wish to
read this, go away now!!! However if you do enjoy the titillation reading
about this can give, hold at the back of your mind that what I describe
actually happened. I know, I was there!!!!!


Chapter One

And so it begins...


	I have always had the dream of touring to 'distant lands' and until
recently I have never had the time. It was when my line manager told me at
a coffee break that "come the end of the month our workforce will no longer
need your services", that I suddenly realised I was out of a job, having
worked for almost thirty years with hardly any break. I went and saw the
main manager, and he told me that they were 'downsizing' and that my skills
had been 'superseded' by other, more qualified employees.  It all sounded
reasonable until you put into the picture that for the last year I had been
the local area training officer and the more qualified employees were only
more qualified because I had taught them their jobs. That said, the news
came as a relief really. I had been well paid and had saved most of it
against a rainy day, so I bowed out gracefully, having caused enough strife
with my union to have the company offer me a reasonable retirement
handshake, and sat down to think what to do next.

	I took stock. I was approaching my fiftieth birthday, was able to
action my private pension, did not owe any money anywhere, owned my
own house, no wife, no kids, and a future that was mine to write for
myself. Although outwardly straight - I was not effeminate, did not dress
flamboyantly, and was careful whose company I kept in public, and where
I went for fun - I had come 'out of the closet' many years ago and was
comfortable in my self with being gay.

	I drew up a list of places I wanted to see and then spent about a
week surfing the net for information about them - sightseeing, transport,
accommodation, etc. Having decided where, I then worked out how to get
there and then how much it would all cost. Lastly I went about organising
leasing out my property and furniture. I set up special banking facilities so
that I could use me credit cards anywhere in the world and have them paid
off monthly at home, made my arse into a pincushion with all the injections
I could have, and spent a week getting over the ensuing illnesses and side-
effects. A couple more weeks was spent buying outfits to wear and
luggage to transport it in. I managed to find some simple, lightweight
clothing, and took the advice that one could buy locally, wherever you
were, whatever else you might need, discarding it into the rubbish bin if
you wanted to when you moved on. Eventually I was set, and, with hardly
a backwards glance I was on my way, at the start of a grand adventure that
was to last almost a year.


Chapter Two

Rome


	My hotel was fairly central to the sights of Rome, about five
minutes walk from the Trevi Fountains and Spanish Steps. I spent my first
few days walking, bussing, and using the Metro to visit all the classic
sights that the tourists go to. With my comings and goings I also would
talk with other visitors and locals. I was taking coffee in an outside
cafe, sitting on my own, when a young man asked if he could sit at the
table with me. The pavement cafe tables were virtually full, and I needed
some company. The waiter took his order, and I accepted when the young man
offered me another coffee as thanks for my kindness in letting him sit
down. We sat sipping our coffees, he reading a local newspaper, me pouring
over my guidebook. I determined that he was at one of the Universities and
he told me that he had lived most of his life in a town outside but near to
the north of Rome, and that he was just starting a two week holiday, as the
University was currently closed. He was well turned out and spoke clear
english with only a slight accent. On being asked I told him where I had
already visited and where I would like to go next. He started to give me
advice on when some of the places were open or closed, something I had
already run into, and he was obviously very knowledgeable.  I stopped him
mid sentence and asked him if he would like to be my guide for the week -
all expenses, meals, and some money for himself. He laughed and said that
he had never been a guide before. I said that he could think about it over
lunch and that where would he like to go for lunch, my treat. He took a
hard look at me and then said "OK We'll grab a taxi." I left money on the
table for the coffees, and Peter hailed a passing cab.
	The lunch turned out a great success. I will not dwell on the details.
Enough to say that Peter was well aware that quality did not have to have a
large price tag, if you knew where to go - away from the tourist traps!
After lunch, and as we were walking up toward the Market near the
Coliseum, he asked me if there was anything I might want to see that
evening. With all the walking and travelling I had been doing I told him
that I would really enjoy a light meal followed by a sauna and massage. He
thought as we walked and then said he thought he knew of somewhere. I
told him that I would not feel relaxed if he just gave me directions and I
had to find it myself, and so I offered to pay for him to come with me if he
wanted to. There was no hesitation. He smiled a broad smile, and said he
would love to, as, he often went there himself anyway. We agreed to meet
at my hotel and go on from there, and then, with much more animated talk
we went round the market.

	We met at my Hotel and caught a passing taxi to a little restaurant.
The meal was delightful and so was Peter. He seemed to be more animated
than before, but that was probably my imagination. A couple of glasses of
wine was making me feel slightly light headed as we walked for ten
minutes to the sauna. The entrance was to one side of a square, tall
columns stood either side of an imposing door, which opened as we
neared. A uniformed doorman tipped his hat and wished us a good evening
in English when he heard us speaking. Peter tipped him a few notes as we
entered and said something in Italian. As we walked away down the
beautifully decorated corridor Peter told me that we were in a 'members
only' club. The notes had enabled me to enter with him.

	Turning to the right through an intricately carved doorway we
entered  a plush bar and snooker room, with four full-sized tables lit by
low hanging box-shaded lights, which green hue faded into the shadows
quickly. There were some men playing at two of the tables, and one called
over to Peter. He answered in Italian, and then said in English, "English
only infront of my guest please." "As you wish," said one and came round
the table to me. He was very smartly tailored, of medium height and a light
build. He held out a hand as though I was to kiss it. I grasped it firmly but
lightly and shook it. He smiled a perfect smile. I knew I was among
friends.

	I offered a round of drinks to all assembled which drew a look of
reproach from Peter. "Have I done something wrong?" I asked quietly.
"No," he replied, "but drinks are not cheap here. Most of us survive on
mineral water." "It is of no consequence," I said grandly, mentally noting
to make it the one and only round. Peter motioned to a waiter and the
drinks were fetched. We small-talked for about half an hour, sitting in deep
leather upholstered chairs, until the two games broke up and then Peter
said we should make our way to the sauna and massage rooms. As a group
I was taken by the others to the changing rooms.

	A uniformed attendant issued each of us with our key for our
personal effects lockers at the door to the changing rooms. Inside were
rows of lockers, big enough to hang a suit in easily, and slatted benches to
sit on. I could hear the sound of showers through an open doorway at the
end of the locker room. I found my locker and stripped off, carefully
placing my clothes on the hangers. By the time I had wrapped a towel
round my midriff the others were ready as well. Peter had been changing
beside me and I caught him looking at my cock. I have seven inches soft
going to ten inches hard, circumcised tidily. I looked at his and his was
slightly smaller, but was semi-stiff, and also circumcised. Our eyes met
and we both smiled guiltily to each other.

	Passing through the end doorway we went into the shower area.
This was a communal shower room, with shower heads all round the
walls. Leaving our towels on the hooks on one wall we each made for
separate showers. As I pumped the liquid soap dispenser next to the taps I
took a good look at my companions. Peter was standing facing me, one
soapy hand washing the crack of his arse whilst the other was soaping his
cock and balls. He was aware I was watching him and he continued to
soap himself, and, as I watched his cock grew harder and harder, finally
jutting out from his body at 50 degrees from upright. I started to soap my
thickening cock, slowly pumping my curled right hand up and down my
shaft, lingering over the purple head, as I cupped my balls with my left
hand. He started to do the same thing, and we slowly wanked in unison.
One of the others said something I did not understand, which he answered
in Italian, getting a laugh in return. He stepped closer into my shower
water, our cocks almost touching and said, "Alpo says it really is the same
the world over, to which I replied that he must wait and see." I smiled at
this and reached over to stroke his stiff meat. "Shall we go and show him."
Peter put his hand on my shoulder. "Are you quite sure? I mean, if you ."
I cut him short, "I'm so glad that you brought me here. I have not had any
fun for days." The water had washed away the soap from his cock and I
dropped down on one knee and gave the tip a lick, feeling his cock twitch
as I did. "Come on. It's time for our massage," Peter said and we walked
out of the shower room each with an arm over the other's shoulder, our
stiff cocks waving from side to side as we walked.

	The next room was divided into cubicles with doors to give privacy.
At one door stood a tanned, dark-haired masseur aged about thirty. As we
approached he opened the door and motioned to me to enter. Peter also
came in and a saw that the massage table was big enough to accommodate
at least two. The left hand wall was lined with shelves of bottles and floor
standing cabinets topped with a worksurface. Following Peter's lead I
hung my towel on the hooks by the door and climbed onto the table. Peter
said something to the masseur, who went out of the room. I looked
quizzically at Peter who immediately said that he had told the man the we
wanted our massages together at the same time, and he had gone to get his
partner. I told Peter that this was the first time I had had a massage with a
friend, and he just smiled.

	The masseur returned with another, equally as young and charming.
The door was closed and each came to stand either side of Peter and I.
Peter said something in Italian and his masseur said in English, "Welcome
to the Twins Club". I looked at my man and he smiled and inclined his
head in greeting, with a smile. They then both went over to the
worksurface, and, to my surprise, removed their tee shirts and shorts. Both
were wearing jock-straps made of fine white silk, showing every detail of
their balls and cocks. "I am Arni," said one, and he motioned to the other,
"and he is Beni. I am sorry, Beni does not speak English, Sir. If you wish I
can change him for one who does." I looked at Beni's equipment and
decided that language would not matter. "Thank you no," I said, "I am
sure Beni will do a good job." Arni relayed my message to Beni, who
smiled an exquisite smile and turned to pick up a bottle of oil from one of
the shelves. He then bent down to reach something from a locker under the
counter, and showed me his arse, and a tidily puckered ring. I noted that he
was shaven there as well. I could feel my cock starting to twitch and I
rolled over from my side onto my back and re-arranged my balls and cock.
Beni came over to stand beside me and Arni went to Peter's side. "Please
lie to your stomachs," said Arni and we both turned over. To make it
easier I went onto all fours first, and I felt Beni's hand gently smooth
round the curve of my buttock ending with his finger tips just touching the
back of my balls. I moved my knees further apart and lowered my chest
onto the table, then reaching under myself I took hold of my cock and balls
and, pushing them down between my legs I lowered the rest of myself to
the table.

I lay with my face lowered into a towel-surrounded hole, with my
arms at rest down the side of my body and my legs slightly apart. Beni
applied some warmed oil to my shoulders and gently started his massage,
first at the neck and shoulders and slowly moving down my spine. When
he reached the base of my spine he liberally applied oil to my buttocks and
commenced to massage them, gently kneading them in a circular motion.
Then, with his hand at the base of my spine, he moved to stand at my feet,
and, reaching forward, restarted his massage of my buttocks. I moved my
feet further apart and he climbed onto the table to kneel between my
knees, as he continued to gently massage my bum cheeks. Every now and
then he would run his thumbs up the inside of my thighs and gently stroke
over my ring, finishing at the base of my spine, then back to my cheeks. I
could feel him opening my cheeks apart as he massaged them and knew he
could see my hardening cock between my legs, pointing toward my feet. I
felt oil being poured down the crack of my arse and a thumb running up
and down between the back of my balls and my anus. Then his other hand
slipped underneath my cock, and gently started to wank up and down it. I
could not help myself as, in reaction to this, I arched my back and let out a
sigh. With my head out of the hole I turned to look at Peter. Arni was
standing at his head, massaging Peter's shoulder blades, but Arni's cock
was at full stand, making his silk jock-strap tent to an amazing degree. I
looked up at Arni's face. He continued his massage, but gave me a lazy
smile and a nod. I gave another sigh as Beni's thumb started to enter my
anus, nodded back to Arni, and lowered my head back into the table's
hole. Arni said something to Beni who replied with a simple "Uhah." He
stopped what he was doing and climbed off the table. I wondered if I had
done something wrong, lifted up and turned to Beni who was standing
right beside my head.

Beni was standing with his feet slightly apart, wanking his rigid ten
inch cock through the silk of his jock. I could clearly see the outline of the
mushroom head, and a wet patch of pre-cum at the tip was topped with a
large bead of clear liquid that had squeezed through the fabric. I reached
out my hand and wrapped it around his prick as he cupped his balls. I
pulled him towards me, and he moved up to the table. I reached forward
and licked the juice on the end of his stiff, then enveloped the head in my
mouth, gently working my tongue round the edge of his glans. His cock
twitched as I did this, and I was aware of more of his juice in my mouth. I
thought he had cum, but when I took it out of my mouth to look, I realised
it was just more pre-cum. I reached in to one side of his pouch and pulled
his cock free of it's covering. I leave it to your imagination, but his was a
great weapon, ten inches long, reasonably thick, veined, and topped with a
head that had quite a prominent ridge, with a clearly defined cleft out of
which pre-cum almost trickled like a spring. And he was completely
shaved, not a hair in sight and totally smooth.

He stuck his thumbs into the elastic waistband, pulled the jock down
and stepped out of it. Then he turned round and touched his toes! I reached
between his legs and encircled his cock and balls from behind, pushing my
thumb up to his hairless ring. He pushed back towards me and I knew that
I was in for the evening of my life. I left his ring alone and started to wank
up and down on his cock. After a few pumps he stepped away from me
and turned round. I said nothing but gave him a big smile and stuck my
bum up in the air. He pointed to his cock and then to my rump and I
nodded. He gave me the thumbs up and went over to the worksurface,
where he plucked a foil packet from a drawer, then he came back to me
and let me watch as he rolled a condom down his shaft. Then he moved to
the end of the table and climbed up again. I felt the coolness of some lube
being poured down my crack and he slipped a slippery middle finger into
me, then, after twenty seconds or so, two fingers, with which he slowly
fucked me, loosening my sphincter muscle. It was not long before they
were removed and I felt his cock head at my entrance. I lifted up onto all
fours and reached a hand underneath myself starting to wank my hard
cock, all the while trying to relax my ring as he gently pushed in. In no
time at all I felt him push past and into my love tube, gently working
himself deeper and deeper with that luscious lubricated prong of his. I had
been concentrating so much on myself I had lost contact with Peter. As
Beni slid in and out of me, I turned my head to find Arni bent over the top
end of the table by my head, and Peter fucking his arse. I could see Peter's
cock disappear as he pushed it in, and then reappear as he stroked out.
Peter was watching Beni as he fucked me, and was maintaining the same
rhythm. I think he must have sensed that I was watching him as he looked
down. Seeing me looking up he said, "Good eh?" I could only grunt and
nod as Beni started shafting long and deep, working his way to a climax. I
could feel that ridge of his cock head rippling up and down the inside of
my shute, feeling it swell and then the deep thrusts as he shot his load into
the waiting teatend of the condom. I could feel the heat of his cum. He
continued to deep fuck me for about ten strokes then he stopped deep
inside me. I squeezed his cock with my lower muscles, and felt him twitch
again. I squeezed again and again, each time milking just alittle more
spunk out of his ten inch syringe. Then he was holding my hips as he slid
out of me. I turned my self round to have a look at the weapon that had
just exploded inside me. He was holding it at the base, and the condom
teat was full of white spunk. I knelt up on the table and took the rubber off
his cock, then leaned forward and sucked him clean. He put his hands on
his hips and gave a long "Ahhhhhh!", juddering slightly as my tongue
passed over the super-sensitive head. Then I heard Peter obviously in the
final straight. I climbed off the table and went round behind him. His head
went back and he started to buck deep into Arni. I reached between
Peter's legs and got hold of his balls, squeezing them gently, as he jerked
into Arni's open arsehole. I could feel Peter's cock pumping time and
again, and I milked him until he had gone dry. He flopped down over
Arni's back and just stayed there, panting for breath, before straightening
up and pulling himself out.

I will not go into detail as to how the evening continued. I ended up
giving Arni a blow job, and just managing to cope with the copious
amount of spunk he ejaculated, and I was also able to fuck Beni in return,
with him lying on his back, holding onto his knees, whilst Peter wanked
him off again. We both came together, me into his arse whilst he shot all
over his own chest. I spent a couple more weeks in Rome and became a
temporary member of the Club, meeting with other members and Peter on
several occasions. I got to fuck him twice before I decided to move on. We
still keep in contact and I hope he is going to visit me now that I am back
home.

Next stop Istanbul....