Date: Tue, 8 Dec 2015 11:32:04 +0000
From: Michael Tolliver <michaeltoliver20@gmail.com>
Subject: Fuck Club 8

THE FUCK CLUB 8 A week in Florence

Well guys, here is the next instalment of Michael's adventures in Oxford
and beyond.  Hope you are enjoying the story. All comments are very
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The flight from Heathrow to Pisa was uneventful but mildly uncomfortable,
as they always are. At least it was fairly short. Philip was waiting at
Pisa Airport when I arrived and when I saw him I ran into his arms.

"Baby, baby" he said as he hugged me, "Did you have a good flight, any
stories to tell me about cute flight attendents? Did you join the mile high
club?"

"No, but I have a good story to tell you about Eric."

"O Lordie, what now?" We got a trolley and went down to the car park. "I've
just bought a new toy."

"Tell me." I said, but he just smiled, "You'll see.". We arrived at the car
park level and walked over to a shiny new latest model, Alpha Romeo Spider,
dark blue. I sank into the cream leather seats.

"I like it."

"THought you might. I do too."

I couldn't quite believe how lucky I was. I had a beautiful lover, with a
perfect body and a great cock that always seem to be hard and ready to fuck
me, He was inteligent, cultured and, rich too! I didn't think I had died
but I did think I had gone to heaven.

"It's a bit cold to drive with the top down at this time of year, next time
we'll come in the summer and we can drive this thing as it is meant to be
enjoyed." So, he was planning ahead and it seemed I was part of that
plan. I grinned and I couldn't stop. Philip saw it and looked at me bit
uneasily, "What?" he said.

"O Nothing," I replied, "nothing, it's just that I love you?"

"O,that's good," said Philip in a mock flipant voice, "as it happens I love
you too. My own special slutty Ganymede."

As we drove along I told him about Eric and the party and the gang bang in
my arse. I thought I was a bit old to be a Ganymede but he was right about
the slutty bit.

"What am I going to do with you? How am I ever going to keep you satisfied?
I've only got one cock."

"And a very nice cock it is too," I said. It was an opening which I grabbed
(literally) and reached over to play with his dick through his trousers as
we drove along. He was already hard as I guessed he would be.

"I suppose you'll want to go on one of the cruises next year?" I was a bit
startled by this mind reader act, but then I thought, he knows what I am
like, of course he will have guessed that I would like to go. It would be
fun trying to beat eighty eight, though sucking them all off rather than
being fucked by them would be better. "What do you say that we both go?"

"Both! But that would be great, you wouldn't mind. I mean it will get
pretty wild. Could you watch me in a sling and not mind?"

"I don't know. It was hot watching Eric fuck you and then seeing him cum in
your mouth by the river."

"And I was turned on by seeing Eric suck you off as he was fucking me. What
does that make us?"

"Man whores Michael. Except that we are sluuttier than whores because they
at least do it for money and we like it just for the love of cum."

"Yeah, that's us. Man whores, but very stylish man whores right?" We both
cracked up. "Am I corrupting you?" I asked.

"Impossible, I'm too willing." There was a new round of laughter as we
drove along. "I don't know how I would feel watching you getting fucked by
everyone like that porn star, just taking everybody on, or kneeling next to
you sucking off a row of cocks. On one hand it's a turn on, you know,
thinking of your pretty face covered in cum. That is a turn on, and me
licking it off."

This talk was getting to me. I struggled with the zip of his jeans but
eventually managed to pull it down. He wasn't wearing any underpants and I
got his hard cock out with no trouble and sank my mouth over the warm wet
head. I let my saliva coat his cock to make it slippery, and perhaps it was
bacause of that and by breathing through my nose, that for the first time,
I felt it slip right into my throat and I found my lips pressed into the
hairs at the base. I had done it! Now I knew I could deep throat any cock I
saw; well, perhaps not Eric. I set about exploiting my new found skill with
gusto and Philip groaned above me. Once again I felt intoxicated by his
smell and the taste of his precum. We hadn't made love for three days and I
knew from experience that if I could make it last Philip would reward me
with a huge load. I sucked, slurped and loved that dick for thirty minutes
until Philip was almost in agony. Lots of times he nearly came but I always
backed off for a few seconds to let him calm down.There was a slight buzz I
felt too because of the power I had over my man at this moment

"O shit Mikey I can't hold out any longer. Let me cum in your mouth. Mikey
please. O shit, yes, O shit."

Determined to please him I took up a hammering action on the head. Philip
writhed in his seat and I wondered about our safety. Clearly Philip had the
same idea and slowing down, he pulled over onto the hard shoulder. With his
hands free, he grabbed my head and bouncing up and down in his seat,
repeatedly fucking my throat. I nearly choked but managed not to just, and
it was while he was deep in my throat that he came. It felt like a big load
judging by the number of spasms in his cock, and it all went straight down
to my stoumach.I loved it that I had given Philip a wonderful experience,
but I hardly tasted it. What is so great about sucking cock is that moment
when your mouth fills up with cum so that you can really taste it. But I
was quibbling. Giving Philip the pleasure he deserved was the best thing I
could ever do. Making love to him was not only a pleasure but it was also
felt like a huge privilege. I would use the joy of our fucking to join us
together on a far deeped level. I knew other people would fuck me, and I
knew I would go on swallowing cum from strangers cocks. But somehow in a
way I didn't understand, sex with Philip was different. For the moment I
was just going to take things as they came (lterally) and see where it took
us.

As he turned the engine back on he leaned over to me and wispered in my
ear. "When we get home I'm going to fuck you till you beg me to stop, and
suck your dick till there's no cum left in your balls." I closed my eyes
and leaned back in the big comfortable seat, and my grin got even wider. La
Dolce Vita. "Let's go."

Philip's family had a large apartment in a Renaissance Palace next to the
Arno and with a view of the Ponte de Vecchio. It was an amazing place. I
went from room to room marveling at the architecture and the
pictures. Finally I stood on the balcony of the drawing room overlooking
the Ponte and drinking in the scene.

Philip came up behind me and put his arms around me. He pulled me close to
him and I relaxed happy into his arms. He put his cheek next to mine and
wispered, "Happy?"

"I'll always be happy with you." I wispered back.

"His hands slid down the sides of my body and reached around in front of my
trousers and began to release the buckle of my belt. I reached behind me
and realised that Philip was naked. The wall of the balcony was high and I
leaned my arms on it as my trousers were pulled down. His cock was already
oiled and he thrust forward hard. I was waiting for it and by this time was
expert at relaxing my arse. His whole cock sank in to the hilt in one long,
steady thrust. I closed my eyes and my head tilted back on his shoulder and
I rejoiced in the glorious feeling of being fucked. He wasn't rough but he
wasn't gentle either and this time I didn't want him to be, just at this
moment I wanted to be owned by him and at this moment more than anything
else I wanted to have his cum deep inside me. I pushed back hard against
him, clenched his cock hard with my arse muscles, and then relaxed. I
wanted him to cum as quickly as he wanted to cum inside me. We were going
for broke. Punch, punch punch. O shit, how I loved it, being fucked and
especially being fucked by Philip. I was wanking my own cock as he was
railing my arse, and came inside my fist. I slowly brought up my handful of
cum and held it behind my head. He lunged for it with his mouth, sucking it
up noisily, I could feel him licking my fingers clean. He didn't last long
after that, there was a flurry of punch fucks, and he hugged me even closer
and hissed "O yes, O shit. Yes" I could feel his cock pulsing as his cum
shot out deep and hard into my warm and welcoming arse. O yes, come home to
where you belong.

That was how the next few days went. Philip had laid in plenty of food and
for the most part we stayed in bed. He would fuck me, then I would fuck him
or the other way round. I sucked his cock and rimmed his arse and swallowed
his cum. He sucked my cock and rimmed my arse and swallowed my cum. His
prediction was wrong though I never begged him to stop. We fucked in bed,
on the sofas, on the floor and a couple of more times out on the balcony.

After four days we needed milk. I drink it all the time, yes cow and
cock. I had certainly drunk enough of Philip's cock milk over those four
days. But cum makes tea taste a bit funny, Philip tried it for a joke one
morning, so we needed the other kind. And both of us thought that it was
time that we saw some of the city, Philip had been coming there all his
life and spoke fluent Italian.

"My Mother is Italian." He had told me between fucks. That would account
for his sun tanned looks and that big dark cock; his wonderful big dark
cock. So we played the tourist thing. We bought each other gold chains in
one of the goldsmith's shops on the Ponte. "These used to be butchers'
shops but the Medicci princes didn't like the smell so the butchers were
pushed out and the gold smiths moved in. There's a passage-way above us so
they could cross the bridge without mixing with the great unwashed like you
and me."

"You smell just great to me," I said and kissed him there on the bridge,
people looked but we didn't care. Nothing else matters when you are in
love. We did all the things you are supposed to do. We went to Santa Croce,
and saw the Medicci tombs. We gazed in awe at the David in the Academia. I
couldn't believe the size and force of the statue. There were no tourists
and we had the place almost to ourselves. I stared in amazement. Michael
Angelo had acheived a greater realism than the Greeks. This was no Demi God
but a real human.

"I've seen it so many times, but it still leaves me breathless."

"I've only seen it in pictures before. They don't prepare you for this."

"We spent a day exploring the Uffizi and over breakfast the next day he
said, "Now there is another little museum I think you will enjoy, then we
can put culture on a back burner." He took me away from the palace down a
small lane to another museum tucked away. "This is the Pazzi Museum,
another banking family, like the Medicci though not so successful. There
are some nice things here, though it is more the loo in the basement that I
think you should check out. Saturday afternoon is usually a good time. I
have to go to my bank. Meet me in the Piazza della Signoria in a couple of
hours, that should give you enough time to sample the goods." And with that
he was gone. Banking on a Saturday? Which bank was that? O well, do as the
man says. I walked down to the basement and found the loo. It was
busy. There were ten or so guys in there and the doors to the cubicles were
mostly closed, I wondered who was behind them. Most of the guys were pretty
young and all of them looked very Italian. With my blond hair I stood out
and was an immediate focus of interest, All the guys turned to look at me,
trying to size me up I guess, was I just there to take a piss or for
something else. (Or if I was lucky both, I thought.) I wasn't sure what to
do so I went over to one of the cubicles. Now I could see why Philip had
thought I might enjoy the place. Every lockup was connected to the others
by huge glory holes. One of the boys I had seen outside came into the booth
next to mine and immediately pulled out his already hard dick and squatted
down for a moment to check that I was watching before starting to jack
off. I knelt down on the floor to watch him through the hole, and thinking
quite rightly that this was an invitation he stood up and stuck his cock
through the hole into my very willing mouth. I let him deep throat me but I
was determined that he should come in my mouth not down my throat. It was
medium sized and just right for sucking and suck it I did. He held on to
the top of the partition as he thrust through the hole and we were making a
hell of a noise. Well that would settle any doubts about why I was there.

Then the door to my cubicle was pushed further open and another guy came
in. He was naked from the waist down showing muscular incredibly hairy
legs, and a short, but very thick, very stiff dick with an even bigger
mushroom head at the end. I really like the feel of a mushroom head in my
mouth. Well, I love any kind of cock in my mouth of course but a mushroom
head is a bonus: it's like sucking on a lollypop. He was in his mid
twenties with Mick Jagger lips and course peasant features. It was Lust at
first sight. He was slowly wanking, and looking at my mouth as I sucked the
cock through the glory hole. I pulled him over and took turns sucking first
him and then the cock through the hole. After a couple of minutes of this
hairy thighs had other ideas. He held my head tightly and hammered my face,
then muttering something in Italian he erupted in my mouth, two huge
splashes of watery, sweet cum and a couple more smaller ones, washed across
my tongue and strait down my throat.I was still swallowing when he pulled
out and pushed me back to the other cock. I was just in time. The cock came
back through and I had barely closed my lips around it when the boy came. A
second mouthful of cum and I had only been there for fifteen minutes. Was
it always like this? There was cum on my chin as I turned back; hairy
thighs had gone but the audience had grown. I stood up and squeezed out
into the main area before kneeling down again and looking around eagerly,
my mouth hung open. Come one come all. I had another hour and three
quarters and you can swallow a lot of cum in that time. A lad in his teens
came forward next, quickly followed by two others. I went from one to the
other. A dirty little plan had formed in my mind I wonder it I could get
them all to come in my mouth at the same time? Now that would be amazing! I
was careful not to let any of them get too close before the others were
ready. And they seemed to get the idea I opened wide my arms and pulled
them in together close to my mouth which was wide open to receive their
cum. Sometimes I licked a head to show my eagerness and to catch a taste of
precum. It worked perfectly, the youngest started cumming first but no
sooner had the others seen the thick white cum across my tongue than they
started cumming too. Three cocks coming almost at once, it was glorious. I
opened my mouth even wider to show the other people standing
around. Several were wanking as they watched the show. I turned my head
from side to side. There was a hand on my shoulder I turned round as
another cock was put in mouth range. It came before I could get it into my
mouth, I managed to catch most of the cum but a lot splattered my face.

At that moment the door opened and to my horror two security guards came
in. No one else seemed at all bothered though, the guards were followed by
two other guys. It was very crowded now, there must have been nearly twenty
people there. One of the security guards hung a sign on the outside of the
door, closed and locked it. Glory be for gay security guards, now I knew
why this loo was so popular. Well bring them on. I opened my mouth again
and turned my head from side to side.An older guy perhaps thirty, was the
next one to cum, he carefully laid his cock on my tongue and added his own
to the mouthful of spooge already there. I hadn't swallowed any yet, though
my mouth was so full of cum by this stage that I would have to swallow soon
or risk wasting it on the floor. I thought I could manage another load and
hoped that the sight of my open craving mouth would be the spur. I wasn't
disappointed. I had to lean forward to get it, but I managed. the guy was
wanking furiously and pushed forward so that I could just put my open mouth
under his cock and the jizz, splashed into it. I really had to swallow now,
but before I did I swirled it slowly around in my mouth, With my lips
closed I sucked it through my teeth and rolled my tongue around in it. It
took two gulps before it was all gone. Lucky boy lucky, lucky me.

Action was going on all round. One of the security guards slipped off his
uniform, lay down on the floor, and began to suck off another naked
guy. The guard was very sexy, with short dark hair, heavy stubble and a
small gold ring in his ear. This was getting to be a really good party. By
leaning forward as I had, my arse was in the air and someone, I couldn't
see who, took the opportunity to pull my shorts down. A tonge lovingly
rimmed my arse. Everyone loves being rimmed, and I was no exception,
especially because I guessed what was about to happen. The tonge left my
hole and I telt a cock pushing at the entrance. O the wonder of cock! Cum
in my mouth and soon there would be cum in my arse to match it. He slipped
in with no trouble, I guessed he must have greased it and anyway Philip had
already fucked me that night and once again in the morning so there was
plenty of grease and cum in there already. I arched my back and pushed back
with my arse to meet his thrusts. I could see that the bloke the guard was
sucking was also sucking another cock; way to go! For a moment Ipaused to
enjoy the cock in my arse. I closed my eyes to savour the moments
better. My fucker was pounding me hard, then he froze, this was the moment,
I was about to be bred. And bred I was, the guy grunted as he came deep
inside me. He fell away but another pair of hands held me in place and with
hardly any pause another cock was pushed hard into me. I glanced behind, it
was the other security guard. I love a man in uniform, especially a man
with a big hard cock like the one that was in me now. Now there's a
thought; being fucked by a soldier or better still being fucked by a lot of
soldiers.....A platoon, how many was that? In a fox hole.....

I was really close to his mate and with a bit of contortion managed to lean
forward enough to pull his arse cheeks apart and rim his hole. It was a
nice arse smooth and tight and clean, with just a slight smell of soap. The
security guard I was rimming was jerking around and I guessed he was ready
to cum. I couldn't get to it from where I was but I reached over and gently
squeezed the head of his cock and I felt the jizz spurting into my fist. I
brought it round looked at it in my hand and then lovingly sucked it up. As
I looked over I saw the guy, my guard was sucking, had also cum in his
mouth. Cum glorious cum. I was reminded that my arse was still bare and
exposed when I felt a third cock pushing to get inside. This guy was a bit
rougher than I really like, pounding my arse with abandon. I was a bit
relieved when he came quickly with load grunts and such fierce thrusts that
I was forced flat on the cum splattered floor. When he pulled out I
struggled to my knees to see two more guys mastubating in front of me. I
nodded and grinned. One of them had a coke bottle shaped cock that was
thicker in the middle tapering to a missile like head. He moved forward a
couple of steps and offered it to me. Offer accepted, and with it more cum,
how many was that? Six? Seven? I was about to get number eight. I took over
the masturbation of the other cock, it was already slippery with precum but
I spat on the head anyway. Seeing this the guy pulled his cock from my
mouth for a moment and bending down and holding my mouth open spat a gob of
saliva into it, before I was able to decide if this was good or not, he
thrust his cock back into my mouth and added his cum to his spit. I
swallowed both down gratefully.

My back was getting a bit uncomfortable, and my knees hurt. I struggled to
sit up and slumped against the wall, between as I realised immediately, two
urinals. I looked up to see the guard I had rimmed, standing in front of me
with his soft cock in his hand and looking down questioningly. I smiled and
opened my mouth. He grinned back. It was a moment before the piss
came. Warm sweet piss splashed over my face and down my chest. I closed my
mouth around his gushing cock and swallowed it down. He pissed for nearly a
minute. Sometimes I gargled and spat it back at him. He didn't try to move
away. When he had finished I had to cum. I stood up looking around and a
cute teenager knelt down in front of me. He stuck out his tongue and teazed
the underside of my cock with his tongue, his eyes fixed on my face. I
screwed up my face as my orgasm hit, he inched forward and almost without
my feeling it closed his mouth around my spurting dick. It was the most
incredible feeling. He closed his eyes and I could see that he was wanking
too. He looked up and opened his mouth to show me my cum. I put hands under
his arms and pulled him up so that I could get at his cock as well, I
wasn't about to let his cum go to waste on the floor, there was enough
going to waste there anyway, so I slid down his body and licked and sucked
around the purple, engorged head of his penis. His balls were pulled up
tight at the base of his cock and I gently neaded them. They were huge; the
biggest balls I had ever seen. Was this a promise of things to cum? I
certainly hoped so! Everyone likes a big dick, me included whether it was
in my mouth or in my arse. But what I really liked was a heavy cummer. I
much prefered a mouthful of spunk from a smaller cock than just a squirt
from a big one. This cock was a good size, I could take it down my throat
but it wasn't huge. I wanked his cock and sucked him hard. Then he
came. The first shot was fierce, it splattered forcefully againt the roof
of my mouth. The second shot was not so hard but massive. Three more heavy
shots followed. His whole body convulsed with each eruption. I wondered if
the kid was ever going to stop cuming in my mouth. I gathered it up, it was
thick, sweet and strong, I kid you not, the boy pissed cum.

It was his turn to pull me up into a tonge swapping, cum swapping kiss. Our
combined loads passed lovingly between us as we slowly swallowed them down.

"That was amazing," I managed to say as I recovered my breath.

"O, you are English or perhaps American?"

"English, and you are Italian?"

"No I am Dutch and a student here at the University."

"This must be one of your favourite places in the city."

"O yes the guards are very helpful and I come almost every day. What is it
you English say? A cock a day keeps the doctor away." He laughed, "or three
or four if I'm lucky! You are number three today. But now I have to go."

"If you can wait a minute while I try to clean up, I should try to get some
of this piss off me at least. I'm meeting my boyfriend. Would you like to
join us." He quickly looked at his watch, thought a moment and nodded
happily. I splashed water down my front and dried it with the hand towls, I
pulled up my shorts and retrieved my tee shirt from the floor and pulled it
on, it was wet and slimy with cum from the floor. Well it couldn't be
helped. One of the security guards unlocked the door. My Dutch friend
adjusted the student bag on his shoulder and we set off to meet Philip in
the square.

Philip looked me over with a knowing smile. "You've got cum stains all down
the front of your tee shirt." Then he looked at the other boy and I could
see that he was as taken with him as I was and it was only then that I
realised I still didn't know his name. Introductions were soon made.  "It's
Abraham but everybody calls me Hans."

"Well Hans, this is Philip and I am Michael. And I just want to say that I
loved sucking your dick and your cum tastes great. Philip this boy pisses
cum. He cums for three people and then some. Do you always cum like that?"

"Yes, I guess I do. The regulars at the Pazzi know me and they seem to
enjoy sucking me off." he said with a modest smile.

"I bet they do."

"But I like cum too as you know." Philip was more than very interested by
now, but hard as we tried it wasn't possible to meet again before either of
us left. We exchanged contact details, drank our coffees and left.




For a while I had been wondering how I could get Philip interested in
piss. He knew about my interest of course because of Simon's big mouth, but
he had never mentioned it again, and nor had I. I had decided just to leave
it, I liked piss play but if Philip wasn't interested, well that was fine
too. Then fate took a hand. A couple of days after the orgy in the Pazzi
loo Philip said he wanted me to meet one of his aunts who lived out of
Florence on the way to Siena. We had been driving for about an hour when
Philip said he needed a piss and we should look for a place to stop. Then
we hit trouble, there had been some sort of accident and we stopped in the
resulting jam. We couldn't go forward or back. Half an hour later and
Philip was squirming in his seat. "Have we got a bottle or something, I'm
about to piss my pants." I grinned and reached over to play with his
dick."O Mikey no, you're making it worse!"

"I can think of a way of taking the pressure off." I unzipped his fly,
pulled out his cock and held it gently between my thumb and forefinger.

"O God Mikey, what are you doing."

"Like I said, I know how to releve the pressure." I leaned over and sucked
his cock into my mouth. I thought he would go crazy and he tried to push my
head away."

"O for fuck's sake Philip, just piss!" I said and went back to sucking
him. He held my head tightly as if he was about to cum then relaxed back
into the seat and my mouth was overwhelmed in a fierce blast of piss. I had
to keep swallowing hard to prevent any leaking. Eventually he stopped, I
kept his cock in my mouth and felt the first stirings of life in it. So, he
was turned on a bit. I came off his cock and looked at him and grinned. I
reached out and gently pulled his face towards mine. He was a bit hesitant
at first but relaxed enough for me to press my lips against his. I hadn't
kept much of his piss in my mouth just enough for him to taste. He didn't
spit it out and we kept eye contact as we both swallowed.

"So, that's what it's like? Thanks, yes that has certainly relieved the
pressure; and perhaps you've introduced me to a new trick." Well well, what
do you know?

We flew back to England together, me to stay with my parents and older
brother in Berkshire and him to his family's place in Dorset. It would be
another three weeks before we would meet again in Oxford.