Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2004 20:11:26 -0800 (PST) From: Thomas Gaige Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 77 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! My Step-Brother Jacob Chapter 77 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Andy and I were awakened early on our last morning in Venice, as we'd left an early wake-up call. We lay quietly next to each other, yawning, and slowly waking up. After a while, I noticed that the duvet that was covering us was tenting pretty severely in the region of Andy's dick. Smiling lecherously, I crawled under the duvet, and positioned myself between Andy's legs, which he spread apart for me. "Oh!" I heard his muffled gasp, as my mouth lowered over his hardon. I could taste his pre-cum. It had a tangy saltiness to it, that I loved. As I sucked up and down his dick, I tasted more of it every so often. It wasn't long before Andy's hips were bouncing up and down on the matress beneath us, and I could hear his low moans, indicating he would be cumming soon. I didn't have too long to wait. Within a minute, Andy gasped, and my mouth was flooded with a voluminous amount of his warm, tangy, salty fluid, which I quickly swallowed. "OH!" he gasped again, as he arched his back slightly as he squirted another load of cum, filling my mouth a second time. I swallowed again. Andy came a few more times, filling my mouth each successive time, with slightly less cum than his previous ejaculation. Eventually, his spasms stopped, and I slowed my pace, sucking leisurely on his softening rod, until the last of his cum oozed out his piss slit. I swallowed the last bit, then sucked him dry. "What a wonderful way to wake up!" Andy said, smiling and stretching, as I crawled back up next to him. "Your turn now!" Before I'd even laid down fully, Andy was crawling under the duvet. I spread my legs for him, and he got between them and went down on me. In no time at all, I was filling his mouth, as I spasmed over and over. After Andy had licked me dry, he crawled up next to me and we rested a few minutes yet. Then we got up and showered together. Once we'd dressed, we finished packing our few last things, then we went downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast. * * * After breakfast, we checked out of the hotel, and a porter brought our bags down to us. We left, and walked to the water taxi stand across the square from the hotel. We took a water taxi out of the center of the city, to a place we could get a land taxi, which we took back to the Marco Polo Airport, where instead of boarding a flight, we rented a car to drive during the rest of our trip. I was happy that Andy wasn't paying attention as I filled out the paper work for the car rental. I wanted to see his face when he saw the car I'd rented. I must say that renting a Ferrari certainly was a different experience than renting any old economy car. The clerk most definitely treated me with more respect, apparently thinking I was probably wealthy. "c'mon," I said, to Andy, when it was time to go get the car. He picked up his luggage and followed me out toward the parking lot. Suddenly a sparkling, bright red, practically brand new, Ferrari Modena pulled up in front of the door. "What the Hell...." Andy said, his mouth dropping open when the driver got out and walked up to me, and handed me the keys. "You like?" I asked. "JOHN!!! What in God's name have you done?" Andy asked. "What?" I said. "I rented a car for the trip." "This isn't just a car!" he said, incredulously. "It must've cost a fortune!" "Not that bad really, we are in Italy after all, but yeah, more than a little shitbox would've cost!" I said. "Holy shit!" Andy said. "You really didn't have to do this!" "I wanted to," I said, grinning. "Are you sure? We can trade it yet, can't we?" he asked. "Not on your life! Now get in!" I said. Chuckling, the rental clerk helped us load our luggage in the car then, and explained a few things about the car to us, then said good-bye, and wished us a nice trip. "I can't believe we're in a Ferrari!" Andy said, grinning at me, as I slid behind the wheel. "I know! Isn't this exciting?" I said, grinning back at him. I started the car, and slowly drove it out of the parking lot. When we hit the main highway, I opened her up a bit, and soon, we were on the road toward Florence. The car was great fun to drive, and we got a lot of appreciative stares. The ride was beautiful too. We throroughly enjoyed the scenery along the way. We made a couple of stops, in addition to the usual pit stops. We stopped in Pisa, long enough to photograph and visit the leaning tower and the cathedral there. We also stopped in Siena, and visited its cathedral as well. Rather than lunching there, I suggested we get a bottle of wine, some bread, cheese and other food, and picnic along the way. Andy was agreeable, so we stopped at a little grocery shop and picked up what we wanted, then hit the road again. About a half hour later, I was starving, and so was Andy, so we pulled off the main highway and found a country road. We drove down it for about five minutes, until we were riding through an area of large fields. Off to the left there was a hill, with a tree on top of it. I made a 'U'-Turn and pulled off the road. We took our bags of food, and my pocket knife, and set off up the hill. When we got to the top, we were pleased to see that there was a beautiful view of a farm, with a field of cattle, and a olive tree grove. We settled down in the grass under the tree, and I opened our bottle of wine, while Andy opened the packages of food we'd bought. We had a block of cheese, some sweet butter, a loaf of fresh crusty Italian bread, some sliced prosciutto, a package of cookies, and a couple of apples. It was a hot day, but the shade of the tree was cool and refreshing. Ravenously we devoured several sandwiches we made ourselves, and washed them down with swigs of Chianti we drank directly from the bottle. "This is a nice bottle," Andy said, holding it up at one point and looking at it. It wasn't special really, just your basic run of the mill fat, round bottomed, basket-covered Chianti bottle. "I guess," I said. "Well, it's special," Andy said. Everytime I see one like it now, I'm going to remember this picnic. Smiling, I said, "Why don't we keep it and take it home as a souvenir?" Andy grinned and said, "I think we should!" Soon, we were finished eating. We sat looking around, enjoying the scenery, and finishing our wine. "Isn't this just the most perfect spot? Look at the view." Andy said. "I know!" I said. "I'm going to take some pictures." I pulled out my camera and took pictures of the view in each direction. Then I took some of Andy, and he took some of me. I set the timer and we took a few of both of us as well. After I put the camera away, we sat a few more minutes. watching the cows grazing in the field below us. Neither of us seemed inclined to leave, since it was such a beautiful place. "John!" Andy said, suddenly. "Can we make love? Right now! Right here!" "Really?" I said, grinning, as I felt my cock stir. "Really!" Andy said. "The grass is tall enough to hide us from view from anyone down below." "I'll go get the lube," I said, grinning. "Oh, don't bother, let's just give each other blow jobs!" Andy said, "Like we did this morning!" "That'd be fine with me," I said, smiling lecherously at Andy, as my cock stiffened up. "Lay back and open your jeans." Andy grinned and laid on his back and opened his jeans, as I crawled between his sprawled legs. Then he lay back, and folded his arms behind his head, as I went down on him. "Mmmmm!!!" Andy moaned, as I began sucking up and down his shaft. As Andy relaxed, looking up into the tree above us, I sucked sensually up and down his dick. He moaned appreciatively every so often. Within a couple minutes, I sensed that Andy was tensing up a little, and his hips began moving up and down off the ground a little. Glancing up at his face, I noticed he'd closed his eyes, and his nostrils were flaring slightly. Then, suddenly, his face contorted slightly. His hips raised off the ground slightly, and he tensed up. Then he gasped, and my mouth was flooded with his jism. "Ohhh!" he exclaimed, as he squirted his load into my mouth. I swallowed quickly, just in time to receive another mouthful, which was followed by still more. All told, Andy filled my mouth about a half dozen times, before his orgasm ended, and he relaxed again. I continued sucking on him, until the last of his cum dribbled out of his dick, which I swallowed, before licking him clean and dry. "OH John! That was heavenly!" Andy said, smiling happily, as he laid looking up at me. As I smiled down at him, he told me to give him just a minute, then he'd suck me off too. A few minutes later, Andy was dressed again, and had me lying on my back in the grass, looking up into the tree, as he sucked up and down my rigid rod. I knew it would only take a minute or two before I orgasmed. Sure enough, before Andy'd been sucking on me even a couple minutes, I felt my orgasm about to start. "Oh Fuck!" I gasped, as I arched my back up off the ground, tensed up momentarily, then blew a huge load of cum into Andy's mouth. Andy quickly swallowed, as he continued sucking up and down on me. "MMMmmmm!" I groaned, as I came again. Andy swallowed again, and then again, and again, and again, as I kept squirting semen into his mouth. Eventually, I finished. Andy licked me dry, then lay down next to me, as I stowed my dick back in my jeans. "This is what life is all about!" Andy said, grinning. "This is how everyday should be!" Chuckling, I said, "Yeah right! No way will that ever happen. Besides, if it was always like this, it wouldn't be special anymore, and it wouldn't seem so great!" "I suppose," Andy said. We sat and enjoyed the view a few more minutes, and finished the last couple swigs of our wine, then got up and headed back to the car. "You wanta try driving the Ferrari?" I asked, grinning. "Not on your life! I haven't ever driven a shift car, and I'm not about to start doing it using the wrong hand to shift with, sitting on the wrong side of the car, and driving on the wrong side of the road! Sorry, but you'll have to do all the driving for this trip!" Andy said. I laughed then and said "OK, I just wondered. No problem!" * * * It was late afternoon by the time we arrived in Florence and checked into our hotel. I'd made reservations for us at the Hotel Croce Di Malta, on the Piazza San Maria Novella, right in the heart of Florence. It was a historical building, once having been a convent. Now, it was a 98 room hotel complete with a pool, sun terrace, and piano bar. As soon as we'd checked into our room, we donned our bathing suits and headed for the pool for a little relaxation. We were very pleased to find they had a small bar by the pool. I spied a large bottle of Galliano on the shelf behind the bar, and a pitcher of orange juice sitting in a bin of ice, so I ordered us a couple of Harvey Wallbangers. Of course the bartender hadn't a clue what I was talking about, so I had to explain how to make them. He tried it and liked it and happily wrote down the recipe. "MMmmm, tasty!" Andy said, when I handed him his. We spent about an hour, laying in the sun, sipping our drinks, and dipping in the pool every so often. "What a splendid day this has been!" Andy declared, as we headed back to our room to get ready to go to dinner. * * * As we showered together, Andy soaped up his butt and rubbed it against my genitals. My dick responded immediately of course. "I want to feel you inside me," Andy said, huskily, as he reached behind himself and spread his cheeks apart for me. Smiling to myself, I quickly rinsed the soap off my dick, which was hard and throbbing by then. Once the soap was off me, I quickly squirted some KY jelly, that I'd brought into the shower with us, into my hand, and lubed my dick. Then, while Andy continued holding his cheeks open, I aimed the head of my cock for his rosebud, and pushed forward. "Mmmmmm!!!" he moaned, as he smiled back at me, when the tip of my penis made contact with his anus. Smiling, I leaned forward and kissed Andy on the side of his neck, then gently I pushed forward, pressing my dick against his hole. Andy's body tensed ever so slightly and I realized he was pushing with his ass muscles, so that his sphincter would open and let my dick slide in. Suddenly, there was less resistence, and I was able to push forward. My dick twitched at the wonderfully warm, tightness of Andy's asshole, as it slid through it, up into his hot rectum. "Ohhhh!" Andy moaned softly, as my cock became completely buried inside him. I wrapped my arms around him then, one over his right shoulder, and one under his left arm, and pressed myself against his back. He turned his wet, blond head and smiled over his left shoulder at me. I leaned forward, and we kissed. "Fuck me now, John!" he said, softly, when we broke our kiss. Slowly, I began to pull my hips back, extracting myself from Andy's rectum. When I was almost all the way out, I gently pushed my way back up inside him, as he moaned lowly with pleasure. I kept on pulling out of Andy, then pressing back inside him, for the next couple minutes. "Fuck me harder!" Andy murmured a minute or so later. I took my hands from around Andy then and put one hand on each of his hips. I started fucking in and out of him at a harder, faster pace then. Andy began moaning and grunting with each of my inward thrusts, and reached for his dick and began furiously masturbating. I could feel my orgasm beginning to build, and sped up even faster. "OOOohhhhhhh!!!!" Andy moaned. A minute or so later, Andy groaned and his sphincter constricted around my dick. I saw a huge glob of cum spray out the tip of his dick and hit the tiled wall. The feeling of Andy's asshole gripping my dick, provided the last minute bit of excitment I needed, and I let out growl as a copius amount of semen coursed through my urethra and sprayed Andy's insides. Both our orgasmic spasms continued for the next half minute or so, until I'd filled Andy's rectum with my cum, and he'd coated the shower wall with his. When we'd both finished, I stopped fucking him, but didn't pull out of him. As we stood, still joined together, he leaned back and looked over his shoulder at me, and we kissed. "God that was brilliant!" he said, when we parted. "Most definitely!" I replied, as I pulled my dick from his ass. Andy turned around then and stood for a minute or so, holding his cheeks apart, with the shower's spray washing down his crack, washing away any of my cum that leaked back out of him. Then we both washed and rinsed off. "The only complaint I have about this place," Andy said, as we toweled off, "is that the towels could be softer!" "This is true," I agreed. The towels felt like sandpaper raking over us, until they were wet. * * * After we were dressed, we called home to check in. All was well there. Evan was there visiting the boys, so we spoke with him a couple minutes as well. After we hung up, we took off and went to the hotel's restaurant. There was a short wait, so we stepped into the nearby piano bar for cocktails. We both enjoyed a couple of glasses of scotch, while we listened to the music, before they called us when our table was ready. "You play much better than he does you know!" Andy said, after a while. "He's OK," I said. "Besides, I get to sit and listen this time!" "True, but you're still better!" Andy said, grinning. "Well, thanks!" I said. * * * Dinner was wonderful! We shared the usual antipasto, and each had a bowl of the most delicious gnocchi florentine with a cheese sauce that was drizzled with hot truffle-infused olive oil. Afterward we each had steak for dinner. Dessert was a plate of small italian pastries for us to share. I had coffee with mine. We also each had a glass of Benedictine & Brandy afterward. We were stuffed when we were finished. To aid our digestion, I suggested a stroll around the Piazza San Maria Novella in front of our hotel. We went back up to our room first and put on more comfortable clothes and sneakers, before we set off on our walk. We walked around the Piazza, then walked to the Arno River and strolled along its banks for a while. One or two shops were still open, so we looked through them. "I'm going to have one huge collection of these, at the rate you're buying them for me!" Andy, said, grinning at me, as I paid for a snowglobe with several buildings, including Brunelleshi's Dome and Giotto's Bell Tower in it. It sat atop a music box that played "Con Amore" ("With Love"). "I don't have to get it if you don't want it!" I said. "No! It's beautiful! I love it!" Andy said. "And I love you too!" he added more quietly. "I love you too Andy!" I murmured. We strolled along the river some more, and eventually happened upon a small sidewalk cafe. I noticed some people were eating Gellato, and suggested we stop for some too. By then, we weren't so full from our dinner. Andy was agreeable, so we sat at a little table outside on the sidewalk and each had a dish of ice cream. Andy had a pralines & cream flavor, and I had a dark chocolate. It was delicious. We walked back to the hotel after we left the cafe, and after writing some more post cards, we went to bed, but not before we made love again though! * * * The next day we spent sightseeing. We saw the Neptune Fountain, toured the Uffizi Gallery, spent time at the Viale Dei Colli, and stepped into the Church on the Piazza Santa Croce. The highlight of our day though was a visit to the Galleria dell'Accademia, to see Michelangelo's "David"! "Isn't he beautiful!" Andy murmured, as we stood staring up at him. "He reminds me of you!" "WHAT?" I cried. "Well, not exactly. I mean your hair is longer, of course, and of course, you're much bigger down there too!" he said, devilishly pointing at David's genitals. I laughed. "So how does he remind you of me then?" I asked. "His strong arms and chest!" Andy said, grinning. "hmmmmmm..." I said. Later in the gift shop I found Andy a small non-musical snowglobe that had "David" standing on his pedestal in it. Andy thought it was beautiful. After we'd finished at the Academy, we went to the Piazzale Michelangelo and took in the panoramic view of Florence. We took a lot of pictures there, as it was so beautiful. On our way back to the hotel, we did more shopping. Florence is known for their leather and gold. We bought new wallets for ourselves and the guys, and a wallet and purse for Elizabeth. We also bought each other matching gold bracelets! * * * It was late in the afternoon when we got back to the hotel. We decided to have a late dinner, and hit the pool again for a while beforehand, which we did. As dinner was so superb at the hotel's restaurant the night before, and they'd had so many appetizing dishes on the menu, we opted to eat there again. So, again, after we left the pool, went up to our room, made love, showered, and dressed, we went down and put our names on the waiting list, then went into the piano bar again. We were surprised that nobody was playing the piano. Our waiter told us it was the pianist's dinner break, and he'd be back in a half hour. "Do you mind if John plays?" Andy asked, indicating me. "Do you play well?" the waiter asked, looking skeptically at me. "I can hold my own," I said, smiling. "He's a concert pianist, and he plays superbly!" Andy said, giving the waiter an annoyed look. "Go ahead then!" he said, not impressed by what Andy said. We moved over to the piano then. Andy sat down in a seat to the left of the keyboard, and I sat down at the keyboard and began playing. I started out with the theme song from "Romeo & Juliet", which brought an appreciative look from the waiter finally. I played "Lara's Theme" from "Doctor Zhivago" after that. I switched to more classical music then. As I played pieces by Beethoven, Brahms, and Mozart, people wandered over and sat down and listened for a while. Many dropped tips in a big brandy snifter. About a half hour later, the pianist returned. "Are you trying to steal my job?" he asked, looking accusingly at me. Grinning, I said, "No, my friend wanted to hear some music while we had our drinks." "Well, you're very good!" he said, smiling at me then. "Thanks!" I said. Just then we heard our name being called. "Ooops! That's us! Thanks for the use of the piano!" I said, getting up. "Don't forget your tips!" the pianist said, as we were about to walk away. "That's OK, you can keep them," I said. He insisted that I take the money in the snifter though, saying, "I left it empty, so everything in it is your's! There'll be more for me afterward." I thanked him then, and we went to the restaurant. The pasta between the antipasto, but before dinner was a shrimp alfredo over fettuccini. We both had veal dishes for dinner. Dessert was Italian cheesecake, and again we had B&B for after dinner drinks. Again we were stuffed, and decided to walk around the Piazza and down by the river afterward. "I'm going to miss Florence!" Andy said, wistfully, as we strolled the Arno. "Yes, but Rome should be exciting too!" I said. "I know! But I love the hotel here!" he said. "Well, hopefully, the one in Rome will be good too!" I said. * * * The next day we drove to Rome. It was a shorter trip than the Venice to Florence trip had been. We arrived in "The Eternal City" in the early afternoon, and drove immediately to our hotel. I'd booked us a room at the Marcella, which is situated in the historic center of Rome, just a short distance from the Via Veneto. It has a beautiful roof garden and a solarium and American bar on the 7th floor that offers a panoramic view of the city. After we checked in, I took Andy on a self-guided tour of Rome's fountains. Among the fountains we visited were the Naiadi, Tritone, and of course the most famous one - the Trevi fountain. Of course we did some souvenir shopping. I found Andy a snow-globe of the Colosseum. Its music box played "Santa Lucia". While we were out and about, we found a restaurant to have supper at. Afterward, we walked along the Tiber River, before heading back to the hotel. When we got back, we went up to our room and dumped our stuff, then went down to the bar and had a couple drinks, before retiring to our room. The first thing Andy did, after I closed the drapes, was strip naked. Chuckling, I stripped down too. Soon, we were laying in a '69' on the bed, sucking each other off. It didn't take long before Andy had excited me enough, that with a gasp, I began spraying his tonsils with my cum. "MMMMmmmmmm!!!" he moaned a moment later, and I felt my mouth being flooded with Andy's juice. We both orgasmed repeatedly until we were spent. Then, our urges satisfied, we snuggled together under the covers and drifted off to sleep. * * * The next day we toured the colosseum and the Pantheon. We saw Republic Square, and strolled the Via Veneto. Then, the day after that, we went to Vatican City! St. Peter's Basilica was massively impressive. The twisted columns at the four corners of the main altar left Andy speachless! The Sistine Chapel was beautiful too, especially the frescoed ceilings. Andy was entranced with "Adam" in Michelangelo Buonarroti's "Creation of Adam". He stood for the longest time gazing up at it. "Did you notice how much Adam's face resembles Jacob's?" Andy asked me after a couple minutes. I hadn't, but since Andy brought it up, I looked carefully at the painting and realized it was true. "The muscle tone of the left arm and leg are exquisite," Andy said. "The lower right let looks a tad lame though." Leave if to Andy to criticize Michelangelo! We both agreed though that poor Adam got short changed in the genital area. "David wasn't very big, and now Adam isn't. Michelangelo did both. I wonder if that means that Michelangelo had a small dick and thought all guys did?" Andy said. Right there in the Sistine Chapel I lost it and roared with laughter. Andy laughed along with me. A group of nuns was standing nearby, and gave us dirty looks, which only made us laugh harder, so since we'd seen everything anyway, I pulled Andy's sleeve, and we left the chapel. * * * While we were at the Vatican, we were told that depending on the Pontiff's health, there was the possibility of a group papal audience that could last anywhere from 10 minutes to an hour. Unfortunately, the pope wasn't up for it the day we were there, so we didn't get to see him. * * * We walked went through the Vatican museum, and then strolled the gardens. At one point we sat down together on a bench, to relax a few minutes in the serene surroundings. "John," Andy said, after sitting quietly for a few minutes, thinking. "Being that you're Catholic, do you feel more religious, or holy, being here at the Vatican?" I chuckled and said, "no, not at all." "Oh," Andy said. "Look, I don't even know if I believe in God or not," I said. "There's a lot of things the Catholics teach, that I know I don't believe though. However, here's something they did teach us that might answer your question, assuming there is a God. They say that God is everywhere, in us, and around us, and everywhere we go, so... it only follows that no one place should be considered holier than another." "Well, if God is really everywhere, that makes sense I guess," Andy said. "But what kind of things don't you believe?" "Well, I don't believe that if there is a God, He wants us to go to church all the time. But the Catholics say it's a sin not to go every week and holy day. I don't believe that if there is a God, He wouldn't want His priests to be able to marry. I don't believe that if there is a God, He wouldn't want us to use birth control, although I would expect He wouldn't approve of abortion! I also don't believe that if there is a God, He would turn his back on anyone who is gay! The Church is very hypocritcal there. They tell us as Children that God loves everyone no matter what! Then when we're older and we say we're gay, they say, God condemns us, and we'll burn in hell! That's bullshit! I believe if there is a God, that He loves everyone, and wouldn't turn His back on anyone. Although, I doubt He'd love axe murderers, and rapists, and other people who hurt, abuse, and kill others, I believe he'd show some leniency, considering them to be mentally ill. Anyway, since gays are born gay, and don't learn to be gay, it's not like they're able to make a conscious choice about their preferences. They're just behaving the way God created them to behave - thus, I don't think He really would care if a person is gay, even if that gay person is having gay sex!" I said. "Wow!" Andy said, after a minute. "You sure do have your beliefs figured out!" "Yeah, I guess I do!" I said, smiling. "I think everything you said makes sense, and I think I pretty much feel the same way you do," Andy said. "I know. I can tell. That's just one of the reasons we make a great couple!" I said, smiling. Andy grinned and said, "And I can think of a lot of other reasons too!" "Me too!" I said, grinning, as I noticed Andy's crotch was beginning to bulge a little. "Think we've done enough here?" I asked. "I think so," Andy said. "How about we go back to the hotel then for some R&R?" I asked. "Sounds great!" Andy said, getting up, and smiling laciviously at me. We left the Vatican then, after stopping in a gift shop on the way out and buying some souvenirs. I got Andy yet another snowglobe of course. It had the buildings of the Vatican in it, and the music box played "Ave Maria". We also got some postcards, and Vatican City stamps and mailed the post cards before we left. * * * That night was our last night in Rome. After dinner, we went to a show I'd gotten us tickets for. It was an odd little variety show, in a small theater not far from our hotel. There were a couple of singers, who were pretty good, that we enjoyed. There were a couple of comedians, who we didn't understand at all. There was a magician, some acrobats, and a string quartet. All in all, it wasn't a bad show. It was a warm night, so Andy and I walked to the Tiber and strolled along its shores then, soaking up the atmosphere of Rome. As we walked along, there was a saxophone player leaning against a lamp post, playing a rather subdued, yet soulful rendition of Elvis's "I Can't Help Falling In Love With You". We stopped and listened, then dropped a couple Euros in his donation basket, before moving on. On our way back to the hotel, we stopped at a couple of bars and had a drink or two in each. When we got back to the hotel, we packed our luggage, then Andy got naked and lay down on the bed on his stomach with his ass pushed up in the air. Grinning, I crawled onto the bed behind him and leaned forward and started gently rimming him. "OH GOD!!!" he exclaimed, as my tongue washed over his anus. I kept on licking up and down over his hole, as Andy squirmed and moaned beneath me. After a couple minutes he rasped hoarsely, "Fuck me John!" Smiling I got up and stripped, and grabbed the tube of lube. I squirted some into my hand and lubed my dick up, then got back on the bed behind Andy. Gently I pressed my penis up against his hole, and pushed forward. I could feel him pushing back against me, and within seconds, I'd popped through his hole and slowly, but steadily, pushed my way all the way up inside him. "MMmmmmm!!!!!!" he groaned, as my pelvis pressed against his butt. Slowly then, I began fucking in and out of him. Within a few strokes, Andy was moaning continually, and was pushing his hips back and forth to meet mine. It didn't take very long before I felt my orgasm beginning to build up. I started fucking Andy a little harder. His moaning soon became whimpers, and suddenly, his asshole clenched my dick and he began firing his load all over the bedding beneath him. I kept on stroking in and out of him. Less than a minute later, while Andy was just finishing cumming, I suddenly exploded, filling his anal cavity with my liquid as well. I spasmed several times, shooting more and more cum up inside him, as he gave a final spasm and shuddered afterwards. When we'd both finished cumming, we went into the bathroom and cleaned up, then returned to the bed, where we snuggled together, and went to sleep. * * * The next day, we left Rome and drove south along the Amalfi Coast. The vistas were breathtaking, as the road hugged the side of the mountains that reached down to the Mediterranean Sea below us. In many places on the other side of the guard rail was a steep cliff, down to the rocks below. Andy was a little nervous about the road, saying he'd prefer to be driving north, instead, as then we'd be hugging the mountain, and not be driving so dangerously close to the edge of the cliffs. "Wouldn't see the view as well from the northbound lane!" I quipped. "But it's safer over there!" Andy said, emphatically. I chuckled. * * * As we drove along, we eventually came to Pompeii. We stopped there for a while and took a tour and a LOT of pictures of some of the archaeological excavations of the area that had been destroyed in 79 A.D. by the eruption of Mt. Vesuvius. We toured the Villa of the Mysteries, the House of the Faun and of the Vettii brothers. We saw the baths, a basilica, a temple, one of the theatres, and a few private homes, the amphitheater, and even the palestra where gladiators trained for the arena. "This is simply amazing John!" Andy said to me, as we toured a small house that had been excavated, and saw the way the people had just been overcome by the gases and molten lava. "I know," I said. "Sad too." * * * After our tour, we hit the road again, still heading south. We passed first through Sorrento, then came to Positano, a small Italian fishing village, located right on the side of the cliffs down to the sea, which was fast becoming a tourist mecca. We drove on another 7 KM until we came to our final destination, Praiano, an enchanting location, nestled among the beautiful inlets of the breathtaking Amalfi coast. It too was once an ancient fishing village, today it is a prestigious seaside resort. Praiano, is known for its fine climate and excellent facilities. It only took us a few minutes to find the Hotel Onda Verde, where we would be staying. "Oh John!" Andy said, when we got to our room which looked directly out onto the Mediterranean, and he walked out onto the little balcony. "What?" I said. Andy didn't speak. "What?" I repeated, walking over to him. As I put my arm around him, he turned to me and said, "I've never stayed in such a beautiful place as this!" "It is gorgeous, isn't it?" I said, smiling. We must've stood on the balcony looking at the sea, the beach below us, and the mountains off to either side for 10 minutes. Finally, I said, "How about we hit that beach down there?" "Brilliant!" Andy said. We quickly stripped and started to apply liberal amounts of sunscreen to each other. This of course had its usual effect on both of us. Within less than a minute, we were both sporting full-fledged hardons, and were grinning at each other. "I guess the beach can wait a few minutes," I said, as I wrapped my hand around Andy's engorged member and gave it a couple gentle pulls. "It'll have to wait!" Andy said, grinning. He picked up the tube of KY that was laying next to the sunscreen and squirted some into his hand, then greased me up with it. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, with my legs spread apart. Once Andy had fully lubed me, he turned to face away from me, and backed between my legs, then lowered himself onto my lap, spearing his asshole with my pole. Holding his ass cheeks apart, Andy pressed down with his ass. He let out a gasp, as his face contorted, and I felt my dick slide through his tight sphincter, up inside his rectum. Andy didn't stop pressing down until he was sitting on my lap, with my dick completely stuffed up inside him. He only stayed seated for just a moment before he began lifting himself back off me. "MMmmmmmm!" he moaned, as he plunged back down onto me again. Andy slowly fucked himself up and down on my cock a few times. Then, after he was used to my presence inside him, he began sliding up and down me more rapidly. His ass felt like heaven to me. Warm, soft, but firm, and slippery. I knew it wouldn't be long before I blew my load up his ass. Andy sounded like it wasn't going to take him long to get off either. He was moaning passionately with every stroke. As he was using his hands to hold himself up off me, he couldn't jerk off at the same time, so I reached between us and wiped a little excess lube out of my pubic hair, then reached around in front of Andy and grabbed his dick. "OH JOHN!" he gasped, as I started sliding my hand up and down his hardon. Smiling, I matched my stroking to the pace he was moving up and down my dick at. For a minute or so then, all that could be heard in the room was the wet sounds of my hand sliding up and down Andy's dick, and his ass sliding up and down mine, and our heavy breathing, grunting and moaning. It didn't take long at all until I felt my orgasm building up. From the sounds Andy was making, I could tell he was approaching his climax as well. He sped up humping up and down on me a little, so I increased the pace I was jacking him off at as well. Soon Andy was groaning continuously, and I was making a lot of noise myself. Suddenly, Andy cried out, and I felt his asshole clamping my dick tightly, as I saw a huge rope of cum shoot out of his dick, and fly halfway across the room, landing all over the carpeting. The feeling of Andy's asshole clenching me excited me enough that my orgasm began then as well, and groaning, I flooded Andy's bowels with my own fluid. Andy kept on fucking me, and I kept on stroking him, as the two of us continued cumming every couple of seconds. By the time we'd both finished cumming, Andy had made quite the mess all over the floor, and he was afraid to climb off me for fear he'd leak a gallon of cum out his asshole, which he was certain would remain gaping open for a few minutes after he pulled off me. He leaned back into my arms and we rested for a few minutes. Finally, after my penis had shrunk back to its flacid state, he got up and pulled off me. There was a slight suction-like sound as my dick popped out of him, which caused us both to laugh. Holding his cheeks shut, Andy ran into the bathroom then, and sat down on the toilet. "Ewwww!" he exclaimed a minute later. "You really shot me full I guess!" Snickering, I said, "Well you got me so excited, what'd you think would happen?" We both chuckled, as Andy began wiping his asshole dry. Eventually, we were both finished cleaning ourselves up, and we'd cleaned up the carpet, we finished applying our suncscreen, then, we quickly put on our speedos, and headed for the beach. It was getting late in the day already, but we still managed to get an hour of beach time in. * * * Andy and I spent the next couple days siteseeing around Praiano and it's neighboring city of Positano, where I'd originally thought about staying. As it turned out Praiano was much nicer, not quite the tourist attraction Positano is. We visited a few churches. First we saw the Santa Maria Del Castro Church and convent, which had been built in 1599 by some Dominican fathers. It had recently been restored. We also visited the Santa Luca Evangelista Church. St. Luca's remains are entombed here. The St. Gennaro Church, was beautiful with its octagonal belfry with the little cupola on top. We also saw a couple towers. The Grado A Vettica Di Praiaon Coast Tower was built to guard against sea invaders. We couldn't go inside or on its grounds as it has recently been transformed into a private home. The Sciola Coast Tower was another coastal tower, built in the Angevin age, and just a short walk from our hotel. The rest of our time there we spent sunning on the little beaches scattered among the outcropping of the rocks, or climbing the "scalinatella" (flights of little steps) up the hills to see what we would find. We also ate in the hotel's restaurant a couple times, which overlooks the sea, and at a couple of restaurants in Positano as well, which also overlook the ocean. Later each night we visited clubs in the area, including L' Africana, a night club you have to walk down a path to, as it is excavated into the rock wall. By the time we got back to our room each evening, we were too exhausted to have sex, so we just stripped and collapsed into bed together. The following morning though, we always more than made up for it, by taking our time and making love passionately. * * * All too soon our time on the Amalfi Coast, and Italy itself came to an end. After we made love on our last morning in Praiano, we sadly packed our suitcases, then went to the restaurant for our last breakfast in Italy. We were both sad to be leaving, so we lingered at our table on the terrace, looking out over the coastline and the ocean, below us. "Thank you so much for this trip John! Besides being with you, it's absolutely the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me in my entire life!" Andy said, smiling at me, his eyes glistening. I grinned at him and said, "I feel the same way! It's certainly been an incredible trip eh?" "Definitely!" he said smiling. The waiters were starting to get a little antsy that we were taking up the table so long, and we needed to get to the airport anyway, so we paid the bill and left. Then we went and checked out of the hotel. * * * We drove back up the coast then, to Rome. Andy was much less nervous, since we were hugging the mountain, rather than hanging ominously over the edge of the cliffs as we drove along. We stopped a few times along the way to take in the view, snap some photos, and at one point, to eat a snack we'd brought along. We arrived at Rome's Leonardo da Vinci Airport three hours before our flight was to take off. The timing was perfect. We dropped off the car at the rental office, then made our way to the Alitalia desk and checked in and checked our luggage. When we cleared the security checkpoint, we still had almost an hour and a half before we could board the plane, and since it was early afternoon, we found a restaurant and had a last good Italian lunch. Afterward, we perused the gift shops for a few minutes, picking up a few last minute souvenirs, snacks for the plane, and a newspaper. Then we went to the gate. Our flight back to London lasted about 2-1/2 to 3 hours. They happened to be showing a movie we both wanted to see, so we forewent our usual mile high club adventure, opting to watch it instead. The movie lasted two hours, so the flight seemed to go very quickly. Soon we were standing in Heathrow Airport, waiting for our luggage. "JOHN! ANDY!" we heard Evan's voice calling, after we'd cleared customs, and walked out into the public portion of the terminal... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter in this series will be published shortly... btw ... I'd like to take this opportunity to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas, and a happy and healthy New Year! It's been a pleasure writing my stories for you, and I look forward to many more great chapters for each of the stories I'm currently working on! Enjoy your holidays!