Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2011 22:20:50 -0800
From: Frank Oliva <markjacker@gmail.com>
Subject: Train Change in Rome

In 1982 I was studying Italian in Perugia, the language and the men.  I had
many very intense encounters in the parks bathrooms and night time cruising
spots around town.  Unfortunately Perugia is a very small university town
and in the winter it is very cold.  Most Italian towns had very cruisy
restrooms but not Perugia.  Midway during my stay I had the opportunity to
travel to the South which in almost all cases of train travel involved a
stop over and a train change in the big Stazione Roma Termini.  Unlike
Florence Bologna Milan Venice and Pisa cruising in Rome was very furtive
and not altogether safe.  On previous visits to Rome I had sampled the hot
Italians who frequented the Circus Maximus, a spot that was even hot in the
time of the Ceasars.  I was probably enjoying men whose ancestors had
sucked cock in the very spot I was standing.

This visit however I wanted to try something I had never done before.  A
friend had told me that another place that was very active at night was
Villa Caprese south of the forum.

Since I could postpone my journey at least for enough time to get a blowjob
or a good fuck I decided to wend my way to this storied spot.

The piazza in front of this temple was very well lit.  To the right of the
temple was a shady park less well lit with a number of men in various
stages of relaxation.  This definitely had the look of a Gay cruising spot.
I circumspectly approached the park which appeared to be one of Rome's
smaller hills, a park which began in a cobble stoned road then quickly
dissipated into many small trails.  It reminded me in a curious way of the
Ramble of New York's Central Park or San Francisco's infamous Buena Vista
Park, places I had spent many happy hours in sunshine shade and darkness
both giving and receiving head.  Things looked promising.

But there must have been something wrong with the way I was cruising.
Roman queers appeared to be much more ambivalent, much less ready to get
down to business.  Maybe it was my Americanisms.  Perhaps I was too rushed
or too aggressive; I would start to cruise someone who looked like a
willing partner only to find it fizzle.

Finally I met someone who seemed willing to have some fun.  We talked for a
bit stroking each other's Levi covered cocks and he invited me out of the
park and into his car.  I had participated in these uncomfortable car
gropes and blow jobs often.  I had hoped for something a little more
comfortable and commodious.  Just about the time we had unbuttoned our
Levis revealing our hardons we noticed tremendous commotion erupting in the
park.  All of sudden Gay men of all ages were running out of the park
streaming into the piazza like cockroaches when the light is turned on in a
filthy apartment.  To me, who had never witnessed a police raid on this
scale it was terrifying.

My new sex buddy and I quickly rebuttoned our Levis over our shrinking
cocks and he said the magic words "Let's go to my place."  As much as I
like outdoor risky sex at this point with the Roman authorities in
unfriendly pursuit, going to his house seemed like a very good idea.  We
drove through the streets more or less recovering the tracks I had laid on
my trek from the station.  When we arrived at his apartment house he
suggested we smoke some hashish in the car before going in.  I was familiar
with marijuana as an excellent aphrodisiac, but I had never smoked hash,
still I thought what can it hurt, it might make the sex even hotter.  I had
no idea it was so much stronger the American stuff I had sampled.  After a
while as the buzz got stronger and stronger my new found friend became very
paranoid.  He apologetically told me that we could not go inside, that like
all single Roman men he lived with Mama.  Perhaps it would have been a
sexual disaster but I was very disappointed.  I got out of the car more
stoned than I had ever been.  I decided to return to the raided park to see
if conditions had improved since the Police scattering.

To get back to the park I had to walk through a very long tunnel and
walking anywhere stoned as I was, was proving much more difficult than I
expected.  Then even more alarming, as I approached the end of the tunnel I
discovered a police checkpoint and now I thought I was really in trouble.
Fortunately they either ignored or did not notice my degree of inebriation
and let me pass.  When I got back the park it appeared that any hope of
finding someone to play with had evaporated.  I began a long hopeless
journey not knowing where I was going until at around 4 in the morning I
stumbled on an oddly lit blue shaded ruin.  In spite of my stoned
disheveled state a guy in car cruised me.  Perhaps my ship had come in.

I got in the car and our mutual Gaydar recognized each other's desperate
desire to find a sex partner.  He started to fondle my dick and I knew
things were looking up.  He was a hot good looking guy out looking for
Mr. Right Now and since I appeared to be doing the same thing we seemed a
perfect match.  He was eager and it did not take long once we arrived at
his apartment to disrobe and begin exploring each other fondling sucking
snorting poppers and eventually discovering that he was a bottom and I was
a more than willing top.  Starting in his living room we moved to the bed
for some deep and penetrating fucking.  But once I came in his ass and he
on my abs he was ready for me to go.  Just about this time the munchies
from the hash were hitting me big time.  I begged him for some sugar and he
generously supplied me with some stale cookies.  Well at least it was
sugar.  Then half expecting him to offer to give me a ride since he had
picked me up in his car, I asked him for a lift to the train station.  It
was time to finish the journey I had postponed for some fun in Rome.  But
he was home naked sated and I then found worried his lover would find out
he had been catting around if he came home and found the car hood was warm.
In my bleary drugged state I would have to find my way to the train station
with the commuters going to work.  They were rested I was a wreck after my
night of Roman revels and debauchery, I felt like I had returned to the
Rome of Caligula at least for a night.



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