Date: Sat, 4 Mar 2023 10:18:17 -0500 From: Arch Hopkins Subject: Mario and Steve Chapter 6 (Revised) Mario and Steve's Italian Trip Chapter 6 (Revised) Awesome Art archhop14@gmail.com I hope you are enjoying my story. All the characters are fictitious but live in my mind. I'm trying to take Mario and Steve through their explorations of their sexuality as they are becoming men. The feedback I've received is much appreciated and has encouraged me to plunge ahead with this adventure. Please remember that all this enjoyment is available because of Nifty. Give generously to keep it going please. Chapter 6—Last Days in Florence The bright Tuscan sun was streaming in our skylight. Mario awoke and extricated himself from Steve's grasp. He realized that he was naked and so was Steve. They both looked disheveled and covered with a dry white substance. He smiled as he remembered their impassioned coupling and how they had blasted off almost simultaneously in pure bliss. How would Steve feel when he awoke and found the mess? Mario worried that he had perhaps ruined their close relationship. But, on the other hand, Steve had shared his wild time with his uncle with no apparent regrets. Mario leaned over and kissed Steve awake and then fled to the bathroom to drain his bladder. Before he finished, Steve was by his side and smiling. He aimed his cock at the bowl and let it rip. They both started giggling and then Mario noted that they should get cleaned up and downstairs for breakfast. Steve agreed and stated, "Let's save water and shower together." Mario smiled and realized his worries were ill-founded. They slipped into the small shower and started lathering each other. There was little space to move apart so they quickly were stroking and caressing each other with pleasure. Steve started by shampooing Mario's hair and as the shampoo descended, he mixed it with soap lather as he caressed Mario's face, neck, arms, back, and torso. His fingers caused Mario to moan in pleasure. Not to be outdone, Mario shampooed Steve and cleaned his upper body. Steve stated it was his turn again and he started at Mario's ass, gently stroking the buns and letting his fingers slide up and down the crack and play with his hole. Then he spun Mario around and lathered up his raging cock and gently played with his balls. Mario warned Steve to slow down but instead, he fell to his knees and sunk Mario's cock deep into his mouth. Mario bellowed with relief as he deposited a big morning load into Steve's mouth. Steve steadied Mario as he rose to his feet and planted a big cum-filled kiss on his lips. Mario said, "Oh, my god, that was the hottest thing in my life. Give me a minute to recover and I'll reciprocate. The shower ended with Steve pouring a huge load into Mario's throat as Mario explored Steve's sweet pucker. Since Steve did not protest, his fingers sunk deep into Steve's hole. This last movement was what had driven Steve to explode. They didn't want Grandma worrying about losing all her hot water, so the boys quickly dried off and headed downstairs dressed in their touring T shirts, shorts, and sandals. Grandma asked them how they slept an if they were comfortable. They replied perfectly and their accommodations were just what they wanted (smile). She asked about their plans for their last full day in Florence. They replied that they wanted to go back into the city to stroll the Ponte Vecchio, see the David, and do some shopping. She said that sounded like a great day and that a nice goodbye dinner would be waiting for them. As they prepared to leave, Steve told Mario to put on his briefest briefs because he wanted to buy Mario a speedo to match his. He knew the stores often required underwear to try on the suits. Mario smiled and dug through his belongings to find a surprisingly brief thong to slip on. Steve whistled and asked him where he had been keeping that. Mario replied that he had bought it on an impulse and then never worn it. It was a really warm day so they dressed in thin T shirts and the briefest shorts they owned. They hopped on the city bus and headed downtown. The center city was swarming with tourists and shoppers. Although most of the crowd were middle aged to older, there were several groups of young people milling about and having a grand time. Both boys were pleased with all the adoring looks they got from both the young girls and guys. More than a few daddies in the tour groups also gave them longing looks and winks. This trip was opening both guys' eyes to their own sexual appeal. They would frequently pause to reflect on one of the more blatant pursuers. First, they wandered the Ponte Vecchio, looking at all the souvenir shops and hoping to find something to bring home to their families. The stalls were crowded, and the masses pressed in. Occasionally each of them felt a wandering hand caress their buns or even a hard cock pressed against their backsides. When they looked up, no one would acknowledge the affront. They whispered their incidents to each other and admitted they were having trouble staying soft. They then proceeded to several shopping streets. The first were very high end and they admired the fine material and tailoring but were shocked at the prices and moved on. They found another street that was full of young people shopping in stores that catered to the youth crowd with clothes, swimwear, video games, and sports equipment. They admired how great the young people looked. The girls were beautiful and the young men were stunning. The guys wore tight shirts and even tighter shorts. The shorts were pulled tight against the bubble butts and, in the front, the bulges were clearly visible. No one was blatantly showing his equipment but there was no doubt, each was packing a nice prize. Often one of our guys would elbow the other to draw attention to some especially nice eye candy. Eventually they found a small shop that featured swimwear. They looked around admiring all the available assortment. Many of the briefest pieces would never be found in American stores or on American beaches. They gravitated toward the traditional speedo counter and, even there, found a wide variety of colors and briefness. Mario blushed as he fingered the array and asked Steve what he thought. Steve grabbed a really scandalous pair and handed it to Mario. Mario said, "No way." He then found some he thought he might possibly wear and asked Steve to help him with the color and size. Steve saw one that was like his white translucent one but Mario shook his head. They chose a bright yellow, an Uncle Ned teal, and an orange. They looked for a changing room and found one in the back with a store lady standing guard. The store was quite busy so there was a line to try things on. There were two tiny stalls with just a curtain. Outside the booths, there was a spot with mirrors facing in from three directions. They observed young boys coming out of the stalls to exam the fit and to get the reaction of their friends. A couple came out with really scandalously tiny suits and often got wolf whistles. The booth lady stayed unphased and just checked to make sure each guy was wearing underwear and not trying to slip a brief suit into his pocket. The scene got quite raucous, and everyone joined in on the assessments. Finally a booth opened up and Mario slipped in with three suits in different colors, shapes, and sizes. First he came out in the teal suit that didn't compliment his coloring and was too big. Then came the orange one that fit Mario perfectly. As he modelled in front of the mirrors, he got many approving comments. The suit hugged his buns and even pulled them apart and up. In the front, all was on display, even if modestly. He then tried on the briefest yellow speedo. When he came out there was a gasp from the crowd and then light applause. Mario blushed but struck many poses for the crowd. This suit left little to the imagination. His ass was fully on display and his genitals were clearly revealed. The color was strikingly beautiful against his skin tones. He and Steve conferred briefly and agreed that, although the last suit was daring and exciting, the orange suit fit perfectly and could be worn in public. They agreed the yellow color was best so they found the orange suit in the yellow color and perfect size. They checked out and headed to an outside café for a drink. They laughed themselves silly and recounted the suits and the admirers' comments and cheers. Steve said Mario was a perfect model and completely turned him on. After strolling a few more streets and enjoying the beauty of Florence, they headed to their ultimate destination, the Academia Gallery. In this gallery, stands Michelangelo's statue of the young David as a shepherd. It stands on a pedestal in the middle of a round room. The statue can be viewed from all sides and angles. Our boys slowly circled the statue, taking in its beauty and snapping many photos. Little was said but they both smiled in recognition of this masterpiece. Although David was sculpted from an Italian lad, both agreed that he more resembled our Steve more than Mario in general facial features, hair, and body type. In the most private places and ass, he more resembled Mario but in a less mature development. They spent about an hour admiring the work and then headed home. When they greeted Grandma, they recounted their day. She responded that dinner would be in about an hour and a half so they could relax, shower, and take a nap if needed. When they got too their room, Mario announced that he wanted Steve to assume the David pose standing on a stool in the middle of the room. He pulled up several photos of the statue and instructed Steve on how to pose. Since Steve was overdressed, he instructed him to put on his white speedo. He manipulated Steve's feet and arms to get the perfect pose and took numerous photos. Then he said, "I think you are still overdressed for the part. Steve stripped down and repositioned himself on the stool. Mario gasped in approval and continued his photo shoot. Steve made him promise to keep all private. Mario remarked, "You look perfect except for that big cock that is really out-of-place on our young shepherd boy. The sculptor would have needed a bigger piece of marble." Next Steve said, "Not so fast. Let's see you in the pose in that new yellow speedo." The photo session continued with the speedo on and then off. Steve remarked that Mario was much too big in the cock department but his ass was a perfect replica. After that strenuous session, they headed to the shower to refresh. Mario was scrubbing Steve's back and let his hands drift lower and lower. With a soapy hand, he parted Steve's buns and slipped his fingers down the crack to his hole. Rather than protest, Steve spread his legs and moaned softly in approval. Mario soaped a finger and slipped it gently in. Steve pressed back into Mario as his finger searched around in Steve's ass. "Oh, that feels so good. Are you going to try to fuck me, big boy?" Steve murmured. Mario replied that that might be fun. Steve asked Mario if he had fucked or been fucked. Mario replied abruptly "no." Then Steve spun around and fell to his knees. He slowly engulfed Mario's cock as he had been dreaming. Mario let out a huge moan and grabbed Steve's head. Mario warned Steve that he was close, but Steve continued his assault with his mouth, tongue, and throat. Meanwhile his hands were fondling Mario's balls that had pulled up tightly against he cock base. Soon there was a gasp and Mario unloaded a big gusher down Steve's throat. Mario sank to the floor of the shower and said, "That was amazing. Did I freak you out by cumming in your mouth?" Steve replied, "That is what I've been wanting and you taste damn good. Was I as good as Jimmy?" Mario laughed and said Steve was twice as good. Mario regained his composure and attacked Steve's large, hard cock. He was unable to deep throat it but made up from that shortfall by extra tongue, lips, and suction. It wasn't long till Steve blasted a big load into Mario's mouth. He groaned in pleasure and sank down to the floor of the shower where the two hugged each other and kissed deeply. Their kisses exchanged the mix of cum and they enjoyed all the flavors. Mario asked, "Since you asked me, what is your experience in the fucking arena?" Steve said he had only one experience and that was when his uncle insisted on his fucking him in his bedroom late at night. It was great but he wanted to experience more. After dinner, they lay in each other's arms and talked about their plans for their last day in Tuscany. It was decided they would hike to the pond and view the family acreage. Then it would be off to the train station for their trip to Milan to reunite with Uncle Paolo. *********** Thank you for joining me for Steve and Mario's adventures. I appreciate the emails I've received and am glad to learn I have stimulated some happy reactions. My email is archhop14@gmail.com. If you like this story, try "Good Dr. Dan" in gay adult youth on September 15, 2020. Its my youth as I would have liked it.