Date: Fri, 20 May 2011 14:17:59 -0700
From: Frank Oliva <markjacker@gmail.com>
Subject: Bello Luigi

Like most of my European sexual adventures this one began in the
Ferroviaria Gabinetto, the train station men's room of Florence.  Florence
back then was a fairly closeted city with a very active cruising population
of men, some Gay some not Gay at least to themselves but all interested in
getting off with other guys.  So one Saturday afternoon in February 1982 I
found myself with my hard dick in hand standing with quite a few other men
of all ages shapes and sizes working our cocks trying to be seen by their
equally horny neighbors all the time keeping one eye cocked for the
unexpected but highly anticipated arrival of two train station cops whose
sudden arrival would trigger a lot of zippering and hurried flushing of
urinals followed by hasty departures.  But not on this Saturday.  All
jacking was going well; some were very close to shooting.  It was HOTT for
an otherwise frigid Saturday afternoon.  The guy on my right seemed
particularly interested in me and he was a little more distinguished than
most of the other jackers.  He was elegantly dressed, beautifully coiffed,
had a fey little male purse and he signaled to me that he was interested in
something more than beating off in a train station john with the
embarrassing possibility of being interrupted by the police, detained for
questioning and finally arrested and at the very least cited.  So when he
indicated that he wanted to meet outside I was pleasantly surprised.  Most
single men in Italy in those days lived with at least one elderly relative
so the possibility of bringing anyone home was virtually nil.  It happened
to me a few delicious times but it was generally not the rule.

When we got outside he told me that he was a clothing designer from Zurich
and that he had a hotel room in one of the fashionable four-star
establishments on Piazza della Republica.  Being as aroused as I was after
all the train station jacking with the rest of the boys, my dick was ready
for some serious action and this guy more than fit the bill.  We made the
short walk to his hotel nonchalantly walking through the lobby, me in my
clearly American Levis and ski jacket, him in his fashionable elegance.  If
I didn't look like a trick to the knowing I don't know what I would have
had to do prove it.  My jeans with the outline of my hard dick were clear
to anyone who even casually glanced at my crotch.  So up the elevator we
went, into his warm room, immediately disrobing and as we hit the bed we
both engorged ourselves on the other's cock and had a terrific cockfest.
We both enjoyed the sixty-nine coming simultaneously in copious loads of
cum.  But this delightful experience left us feeling hungry for more so we
exchanged numbers and he invited me to visit him in Zurich since I would be
taking the train thru Zurich to meet my Frankfurt Lufthansa plane to fly
home.

A month later I fully intended to go to Zurich to resume my sexual
experience with the clothing designer with whom I had played in the train
station restroom, ending up naked in his elegant hotel room.  But I had
made the decision to make a little side trip which involved getting off in
Bologna to change trains.  Since there were at least two hours between
trains, and being an inveterate train station toilet cruiser I immediately
found the active toilet and noticed a couple of midday workweek fellow
toilet cruisers.  Well I joined them getting my dick hard but my heart
really wasn't into it.  They just weren't the guys I wanted to play with.
And then a really hot young guy came in, pulled up to the urinal next to me
and started to play with his cock.  This was exactly what I was looking for
and I seemed to be exactly what he was looking for.  We ignored the other
guys at the other urinals and suddenly he zipped up and slipped into a
nearby toilet booth.  With a nod he indicated that he wanted me to join
him, and I immediately did.  Undoing our pants we started playing with each
other's cock and French kissing passionately.  This was hot and way too hot
and too dangerous for a train station toilet.  We both agreed it would be
much more enjoyable to go somewhere more comfortable and really get it on,
but since neither of us was from Bologna we started roaming the streets
looking for a quiet spot where we could really get it on.  Finally in
desperation we went into a seedy theater known for men who liked to have
stand-up sex behind the last row, but this was a disaster.  Shortly, we
exited and continued looking for a place where we could have the sex we now
craved, but at least for this day and evening it was not be.  Then it got
to be time for me to catch my train from Bologna to the Adriatic coast so
with only a fervent hope that something good might happen eventually, we
made arrangements to meet in Parma, the next town on my path to Zurich,
Frankfurt and home.

After my full day on the Adriatic coast I journeyed to Parma hoping to see
the boy who told me his name was Luigi, but all the time I kept thinking he
would just shine me on, be a no-show and leave me alone in Parma with balls
that were getting bluer and bluer.  But the twenty year old beauty appeared
to be just as interested in getting me into bed as I was in getting him in
bed.  He was in Parma at the time we had agreed on.  I was in ecstasy, this
guy was hot and he was hot for me.  Now we decided that we had to get a
room even though we were both poor and not able to spend lavishly on a
hotel.  We found a place we could afford which ended up being a large
dormitory room with quite a few beds, We only needed one.

As soon as we got into the room we stripped down to our bare skin, savored
each other's body with our eyes for a minute.  It was the first time we had
actually seen each other naked and we were both very pleased and very hard.
We literally jumped into the double bed in the room and started
sixty-nining devouring each other's cock and balls and I began to play with
his beautiful ass.  He became more and more passionate and I knew he wanted
me to fuck him and quite honestly that was what I had had in mind from the
moment I had meet him in the train station toilet.  Putting my hard dick
into his fine succulent and primed asshole was absolute bliss.  I began
fucking him slowly passionately and trying to postpone the inevitable
orgasm.  I kept edging and going faster and harder then slowing down to
prevent the orgasm that was so close.  Finally neither of us could hold
back, kissing, squeezing, pumping me with my pistoning getting ready to
fill his ass with the load I had waited three days to give him as he pumped
his copious load on my stomach.  We were covered in sweat and cum.  Finally
the exhilaration of our first union was over.  It was one of the most
exciting sexual experiences I had ever had and in the limerance that
followed this long postponed orgasm the path to which had begun in that
train station men's room I lost all sense of proportion and reason.  I was
falling in love as I was getting ready to leave Italy.  It made no sense.
I was on my way to see a trick in Zurich but in a trice I had lost all
interest in him.  I wanted, at least for now, only the beautiful Luigi.

When we got up the next morning we were suddenly faced with several
dilemmas.  Was I going to continue with my visit to Zurich or could I just
blow it off?  Did Luigi want to continue our fantasy idyll or had he gotten
what he wanted from me?  Did he want more?  Did I want more?  What could we
do?  After three months in Italy I was practically down to my last dime.
Luigi was beautiful, young and poor.  What would we do?  Well the first
thing was to go to Milan and try to contact the Zurich trick.  It turned
out he was out of town so that problem was solved.  Now for a way to spend
more time together.  Luigi decided to track down his older sister and beg
for a loan.  I guess whatever he told her convinced her because he came
back to me with a big wad of lire.  Thus we decided to fill the balance of
my time as they say in Italy in giro.  We would make a circle from Milan to
Genoa and back trying to find as many places to fuck as possible.  We tried
to fuck on the train but that was too awkward.  We stayed in a cute little
B&B in Genoa and had some wonderful loving sex.  Luigi not only started to
love me he loved my dick.  He would grab it in various train stations
simultaneously thrilling me and scaring the daylights out of me.  I had
never had someone so besotted with me and impractically I was over the moon
over him.  Then back in Milan we got another hotel and had one last
afternoon of bliss before my night train to Frankfurt and now reality set
in.  Our idyll was over.  We talked about the various ways we could try to
see each other again, all totally unrealistic.  We planned to write each
other regularly and to set appointments to jack-off at the same time, we
even promised to be faithful to each other.  Yeah two guys who meet
cruising in a train station toilet.  Anyway the moment of departure finally
came.  We embraced in my train compartment with our eyes filled with tears
then when the train whistle blew Luigi got off the train and sobbing we
waved our Goodbyes until he had faded from view.  And my faithfulness?  It
lasted until I got to a bathhouse in Frankfurt the next night and fucked my
whole last night in Europe.

Once I was stateside a whole packet of letters and postcards awaited me. We
did set our mutual jack-off appointments but it wasn't long before they
faded like the view from the train it left the station.

Four years later I wrote to Luigi telling him I was coming back to Europe.
I asked if we could meet somewhere and he suggested Florence.  We did not
meet in the train station john this time, but tried to have outdoor sex in
the Cascine, a big hunting park originally used by the Medici, but this was
way too dangerous.  We ended up going to a hotel that catered to men who
wanted a room for a short time in the afternoon.  Luigi was still beautiful
but too much time had passed.  I remembered our first night of fucking,
unfortunately the passion of four years earlier was gone, it was mechanical
and so phony.  I had wanted to recapture that week that now seemed so long
ago.  After our lackluster sex we said polite Goodbyes and never saw or
heard each other again.  Our story was over but the precious memory of the
beautiful Adonis, my godlike Luigi, who filled my last week in Italy in
1982, is still with me.