Date: Sat, 28 Oct 2006 14:39:59 -0700
From: David Andrew <daprivate12@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gay Temples Part 8

I met up with another American in Rome, it happened like this. I was in the
baths in the Hilton reading a newspaper again, it was my chance to catch up
on news after being in darkest Africa. A young guy threw himself down on the
chaise next to me. I noticed his body out of the corner of my eye, pretty
neat, very neat indeed. He didn't wrap himself from head to toe in the Roman
style, in fact his towel was draped lightly across his hips barely covering
his crotch. My eyes kept straying off the edge of the paper making it more
and more difficult to concentrate on the news. When I let one section drop
on the floor between us he looked down at it.
	"Is that an English paper?" he asked. "May I have a look?"
	"Sure, help yourself." He reached down to pick it up. As he leaned over his
penis slipped out from under the towel, then his balls slid across his inner
thigh to hang down in a long, silken sac against his hip. The cock looked
delicious, clean, cut and suckable: his balls were big, low hanging and
hairless.
	When he sat back on the chaise he didn't bothered to cover his gear, it was
all lying there in full view, but to enjoy the view I had to turn my head.
So, although I kept up the pretense of reading for a while, I wasn't being
very convincing. Finally I put down the paper and contrived to get into
conversation.
	He was a ballet dancer with an American dance troupe touring Europe, that
accounted for the body. He said it was his first night in Rome, and after a
bit of chatting I took him to the same restaurant I took Bryn. It went real
easy. I asked him where he was from, some place I'd never heard of in Middle
America. He hadn't said anything about being gay, but I decided to take a
chance.
	 "Do your family know that you're gay?" I asked as though it was the most
natural thing in the world.
	"They know, but they don't want to know. They made it clear that they don't
ever want me to come back." It confirmed what I had been told about the
attitude of Middle America to gays. He accepted an invitation back to my
room for a drink.
	I didn't even have to suggest that he make himself comfortable, by the time
I'd poured out two glasses of wine he was naked, and hard too. Now that I
could really look at him I saw just how well built he was, not surprising I
suppose when you consider how the male dancers have to hoist the females up
without any apparent effort. He downed the first glass very quickly as we
got to know each other very intimately. As he started on his second glass he
was telling me about the physical strain of dancing. It was the perfect
opening, I suggested that he lie face down on the bed for a massage. As I
went through my routine starting at his feet I was looking at the tight buns
that I intended to slip my cock between. I'd got up to his neck and was
working my way south towards that special slot when he rolled away form me.
	"Your turn now," he said.
	"But I'm not through yet," I protested.
	"No problem, we can keep changing places." Well that seemed alright too so
I lay face down on the bed. He knelt astride my body, starting work on my
shoulders. It was good massage, perhaps too relaxing, I was anticipating the
feel of his sphincter around my cock, could almost feel the heat already.
His hands slid down my arms to my wrists. Suddenly both wrists were  twisted
behind my back and up between my shoulder blades.
	"Hey, take it easy!" I protested. He took no notice but pulled my right
wrist further up, crossing over the left one. Now he was able to let go of
my left arm, it was trapped. I felt him trying to get his cock into my ass,
feeling for the opening.
	"No wait! I can't take it!" It was about three months since Bryn had fucked
me, and I still remembered how much my sphincter had tightened up on that
occasion. If I was going to be fucked at least we could do it right.
	"Just shut the fuck up," he snarled. "You know you want it. I know you want
it. You're going to take it." His voice had changed completely, this wasn't
the nice guy I'd had dinner with; this guy was mean.
	I thought very fast indeed. I was in no position to get into a fight, even
a bruise on my face would take some explaining. A minor injury which would
be an inconvenience to most guys could put me out of flying temporarily,
even permanently. I might be able to break free if I rolled suddenly, but if
there was a struggle there was no way of knowing how it might end. If a
bedside table or lamp was knocked over someone in the next room might call
security. If the telephone was knocked off the cradle and left hanging
security would be alerted, that's part of the security routine in most big
hotels. I'd have had great difficulty explaining how we came to be naked in
the room together, and since I was in the hotel most weeks I was well known
to the staff. The word would get around.
	"Listen, if it's money you want my wallet's in my pants."
	"I don't want your fucking money, I want your ass." I didn't know if that
made me feel better or worse. I struggled some, but the pain in my arms was
terrible.
	"OK... Listen, there's some KY in the draw... Use it please," I knew I was
going to be fucked, he was big, but if he used some lubrication I could take
him.
	"You're going to get all the cream you need. Just shut the fuck up and hold
your ass up."
	With his free hand he was trying to line up his cock in my hole, I kept
struggling, pleading with him to use the KY. Finally he lost his cool,
reached under my body and grabbed my nuts. He had a powerful grip. This made
me struggle even more, I couldn't help it. He was stabbing at my ass with
his spike, each time it found the opening I twisted in pain and it slipped
out. This went on for ages, or it seemed like ages to me. Inevitably with
the twisting and bucking there came a point at which my hole and his cock
lined up as he thrust forward. I felt like I'd been split open and froze. He
slammed in again, and again, each thrust driving the big penis further in.
There was no escape now. To try to minimize the damage I lifted my ass to
take it straight, a couple more thrusts and I felt his balls slapping
against mine. I was sure he'd make a thorough job of the fucking, that he'd
rake my rectum until I was bleeding, but to my amazement he came in just a
few seconds. What happened next was even more surprising; he fell asleep on
my back. Honestly, I mean would I make up something like that? He fell sound
asleep! I was sore, mentally and literally. I struggled out from under his
weight my arms aching as bad as my hole. I looked at him lying there, one
knee bent up, his big penis softening, still with a large bead of jellied
cum at the tip. His balls, loose now, hung down to rest on the sheet. I just
wanted him out. I kicked him: he didn't stir. For an awful moment I thought
he might have had a heart attack and died, but he was breathing normally. I
kicked again, still no movement. I couldn't call security so I was at a loss
for what to do. I was angry, I wanted to get even, but something else was
going on in my mind. The more I looked at his body the more horny I became.
Finally I realized that I could get even, and get my rocks off at the same
time. I pulled his legs apart and jammed my cock into his ass. I didn't
bother with the KY either, just ripped into the soft opening being as rough
as I could. Still he didn't move. Once I was buried in him I went for his
balls, I was vicious, I wrecked them. Still there was not the slightest
reaction. All I can think is that he'd taken some drug which turned him on
fast, then left him unconscious. Actually it was very disappointing, I'd
wanted to hear him cry out as I hurt him, still I guess his balls ached next
day.
	After raping him I still felt aggrieved, I was tired too, but I didn't want
to go to sleep with this guy in the room. Eventually I packed all my stuff
into my suitcase, locked it and used my tie to attach the handle to my
wrist. Eventually I did doze off, but woke before five, it was still dark. I
was pleased to see that he was still asleep so I gave him another kick. He
came round, very groggy. I told him to get dressed and get out.
	"Where am I?" he asked looking puzzled.
	"You're in my room, now fuck off back to your own." I wasn't in a
sympathetic mood.
	He still looked puzzled. "Which hotel is this?"
	"The Hilton. You're in Rome... remember?" He really was out of it.
	"But I'm not staying in the Hilton. We're in the Holiday Inn, how can I get
there at this time of day?"
	"I don't know," I said without pity, "but if you're not out of my room in
one minute I'll have security arrest you." It was a bluff of course, but he
wasn't thinking clearly, he dressed and hurried away. Pity, it could have
been a wonderful night for both of us.

	What else happened in Rome? Well I visited a nudist beach. It took me quite
a while to find this beach which I read about in Sparticus. As usual it gave
me a bum steer. "Take the number 7 bus south from Ostia, (a coastal town
about fifteen miles from Rome) get off at the terminus: walk a few hundred
yards: the beach is on the right." I took the number 7, most of the other
passengers were elderly, not encouraging, but there were two younger men. I
eyed them surreptitiously, maybe! As the bus headed south along the coast
all the other passengers, including the two men, got off one by one. At the
terminus I was alone. I walked, and walked, and walked some more. There was
a beach behind a barbed wire fence, but no sign of life. I cursed myself for
not reading the instructions properly. An hour or so later the next number 7
pulled into the terminus and I rode it back. When I finally made it back to
the hotel I was surprised to find that I had done exactly as the book said.
Later I went out to Ostia again, there had to be an explanation. I
discovered that there were three varieties of number 7 buses:  the siete
(7), the siete barré (7/) and the siete crocé (7X). It was a toss up, I
tried the 7/, no good, it went further along the coast road but again at the
terminus I was alone. It was some weeks before I got another chance, the 7X
was crowded, about an equal mixture of men and women, mostly young. Hardly
anyone got off before the end of the line which was much further down the
coast than the other two busses had gone. When we piled out I followed the
crowd. Sure enough in just a few minutes we were walking through the sand
dunes covered in tufts of coarse grass. Between each of the dunes there were
naked men lying around, not lying on their stomachs, everything on view!
Right up to this point I wasn't sure as to what lay ahead, I might have been
at the wrong beach, just any old beach, but now I knew! 'Oh shit,' I
thought, 'this is for real...it is a fucking nudist beach and I'm going to
have to strip off...in broad daylight!' Needless to say my stomach churned.
The girls in the crowd filed past these delectable sights without seeming to
notice. Suddenly we came to the edge of the dunes, ahead and below the beach
stretched out to the sea about two hundred yards away. Now I could see that
the crowd on the beach was mixed male and female, all naked, whilst in the
dunes it was exclusively male.
	I looked for a hollow in the sand. I had to choose carefully, didn't want
it to be too secluded, had to allow myself to be seen, but not too much on
view either. I spread my towel in a niche, I was only wearing shorts, a
tee-shirt and flip-flops so it didn't take long to get naked, but I still
felt pretty self-conscious before I got down into the safety of the hollow.
Once I was horizontal I realized that I was really well hidden, too well
hidden. I'd gone to lot of trouble to get this far, I'd come here to
experience public nudity, and now I was cowering in this deep hollow. It
took a while, but I eventually got up and moved my things to the top of a
hummock, then lay down again. OK, I admit it, I lay face down, but I was
going to turn over as soon as my cock subsided a bit.
	There were some lovely sights from the top of my sand castle. Amongst the
dunes there were lots of cocks, and twice as many balls, all toasting in the
bright sunshine. Below me the flat beach stretched to the sea about two
hundred yards away. More sights, gorgeous girls, fantastic figures,
cavorting with gorgeous men, all naked as the day they were born. There was
a mixed group playing volley ball, tits, cocks and balls all bouncing
around, how those guys remained flaccid I'll never know. And not far from
them a group of young men played with a Frisbee, two or three of them trying
to make each catch which often ended in a wrestling match in the sand,. They
were clearly stimulated by the full body contact, their penises definitely
stretched, but still they weren't sticking up and hard like mine. How did
they remain soft? I never found out, the sight of naked bodies always got me
hard, still does.
	I was really enjoying the warmth and the sights. I spread an ample covering
of high value sun-block over my butt and balls. The last thing I needed on
the next ten to twelve hour flight was a burned ass. But after an hour or so
I realized that my back needed protection too, up between my shoulder blades
where I couldn't spread the cream properly. I rehearsed what I'd say in
Italian. The nearest guy was asleep. I got up, well I actually kept as low
as I could without crawling, and went over to another man a little further
away, and made my request. I must have got my pronouns crossed, he seemed to
think I was suggesting that he needed the protection. I tried again. He made
it absolutely clear that whatever it was that I was trying to give him he
didn't want it. I gave up.
	A little while later a young man stripped and threw himself down just a few
feet away. I decided to ask him to apply the cream. I was trying to re-word
my request when he spoke to me.
	"Questa ora prego?" I knew perfectly well what he was asking, 'What's the
time?' but for some reason I  was quite unable to come up with an answer to
this simple question. On a street I'd have answered him straight off. Now,
just because we were both naked, my brain seized up. I mumbled, started
again, finally got up and went over to show him my watch. As I moved towards
him his eyes latched on to my crotch. By the time I sat down the time wasn't
the only thing on his mind. He applied the cream, all the way from my
shoulders to the creamy white outline of the bikini swim togs that I
normally wore. We talked in a mixture of two languages, luckily his English
was a little better than my Italian. He said his name was Ayo, that's what
he wrote in the sand when I couldn't grasp what he was saying. Maybe short
for something, but I don't know what. He explained that the dunes, where we
were, was for gays, the flat beach was for straights.
	After sometime Ayo suggested a swim in the sea. It was a hell of a long way
to the safety of the water, but I couldn't immediately think of any reason
for not joining him, so I agreed in what I hoped was an off hand manner. He
stood up to go, it was too late to change my mind so we set off together. As
we came down from the dunes the sea seemed to be even further away than I
had thought. It wasn't of course, but there was a lot of open space, and a
lot of people, between us and the water. During our stilted conversation my
dick had wilted some, it wasn't exactly soft, but it was 45º below
horizontal as opposed to the usual 45º above. By continuing to talk as we
walked I managed to hold the status quo for a while, then what I saw ahead
brought it back up hard. There was this couple, she was lying on her back,
he was kneeling beside her spreading oil all over her body. And what a body!
Beautiful breasts, glistening with oil, a very flat stomach, virtually no
pubic hair, long, long legs. He was rubbing oil over breasts when I first
saw them, but as we got nearer his hand moved down between her parted legs.
By the time we were beside them he was working the oil into her cunt with
his middle finger. From that point on I didn't have a chance, my cock was
out of control, I broke into a run. Even having made it to the water the
slope of the beach continued to be almost imperceptible so I still had a
long way to go before my cock was hidden.
	Eventually I was in deep enough, hidden, and could relax. I might have if
there hadn't been any surf, but even though the waves weren't big they
produced millions of bubbles which swirled around my body. In my mind I was
right back in Tangiers where it had all begun. I was in the water for a long
time trying to relax, and from time to time I did soften a bit. Ayo had long
since departed, but every time I thought about the walk back to the dunes my
cock came up. Eventually I began to get cold, my fingers were wrinkling, I
just had to go. If the walk down had been bad, going back was much worse. I
felt every eye appraising my gear, still hard, but impressive it wasn't
after all that time in cold water.
	Back in the dunes I dragged my towel over close to Ayo's. We resumed our
awkward chat. He told me that his girlfriend was away on holiday in Tunisia,
but that his passport had been confiscated by the Italian authorities after
he was thrown out of Morocco for being in possession of cannabis. The story
of having a girlfriend may seem at odds with the fact that he'd chosen to
stay in the gay area of the beach, but as I have explained, a lot of Italian
men do have sex with both men and women. We also taught each other all the
most interesting words that you don't find in tourist guides, like cock,
balls, assholes and fucking. The only ones I can still remember are pene for
penis, and boule for ball. Now that the conversation had taken an
interesting turn I asked him if he'd ever had sex with a man. He became a
bit embarrassed, but admitted he had. When I told him that I'd had sex with
many men, and many women, he seemed more comfortable. I asked what he'd done
with men. With gestures he indicated that he'd sucked, and been sucked.
	"And anything else?" I asked.
	"No...." It wasn't a short no, it just sort of hung there. He was looking
down at the sand, I sensed the tension.
	"Maybe you'd like to try?" There was a long pause. He didn't say yes, nor
did he say no, but I wasn't going to give up that easily.	"But we can't do
it here?" I added. It wasn't really a question, the Sparticus guide had said
that sex on the beach was banned, but that there was an area in the woods
just inland of the road where couples went for sex.
	"No," he confirmed, "not here."  Then he seemed to come to a decision. "I
will show you." He got up, pulled on his shorts and gathered his things. I
did the same and followed him back through the dunes towards the road. There
were so many tanned bodies lying around by this time, one in every nook and
cranny. I'd like to say that they all looked like the statues of naked men
that adorn the streets and squares of Rome, but they didn't. In fact too
many of them looked like stranded whales that had been left behind by the
tide.
	When we got to the road there was a steady stream of traffic in both
directions. As we waited to cross Ayo did something that surprised me, he
took hold of my hand, just the way you see couples in the street. There were
quite a few people about, some walking along the road, some waiting for a
bus. We crossed at a run when there was a brief gap in the traffic, then
went down the unpaved road that was right opposite the entrance to the
beach. I was very conscious of all the eyes watching us heading into the
woods, there couldn't have been much doubt in their minds about what we were
going to do.
	After about fifty yards the road turned right, from this point on it was no
more than a narrow track. There were trees and bushes on both sides of us,
and every few yards I could just make out small clearings on the left and
right, each no more than a couple of yards across, big enough for a couple
and nicely secluded. Ayo took no notice of the clearings, went straight on
by, still holding my hand as though he was leading me someplace. We went
round a bend to the left. Another hundred yards on the track crossed a wide
open sandy space, I guess it was a fire-break because there wasn't a tree
nor a bush for a hundred yards in all directions. To my surprise he threw
down his stuff and spread out his towel on the sandy surface right out in
the middle of the open space. Why he wanted sex just here I have no idea,
maybe he was making a statement, do it out in the open, maybe he even wanted
to be seen. Whatever the reason he just stood there on his towel looking at
me. I spread my towel beside his to give us a bigger area to play on. He was
still standing, completely passive, waiting. I came close to him and
released his belt, he didn't move. I undid the waistband of his shorts,
still no reaction. I undid his flies and they fell away. In just seconds I
was naked too.
	I dropped to my knees in front of him, at last I saw his cock the way it
was meant to be seen, curving up out of his pubes and rigid. It was a fine
specimen, about seven inches, strongly curved with a flaring head. I took
the head into my mouth and played with it with my tongue. He whimpered. I
reached around with both hands to grasp him by the buns and pulled min in
all the way. He gasped and thrust his hips forward to sink his penis in my
willing mouth. I worked on him for a few minutes and was wondering if he
wanted to come in my mouth. When I moved my hands from his butt to his balls
he put his hand on my forehead and stopped me.
	"I lie down?" Ayo asked.
	"Sure, any way you want," I replied. As he got down to the ground it looked
as though he was going to lie on his back, that is the way he started, but
before I could take his cock again he rolled over on to his stomach. I
caressed his neat, tight buns.
	"I want you..." he stopped.
	"You want me to what?" I asked, hoping I was going to get my cock into that
sweet slot.
	"You do fuck me?"
	"Oh yes," I said happily. "If that's what you want I'll fuck you."
	"Yes... I want..."
	I spread his legs wide and I knelt between them, then bending forward I
pulled the cheeks apart and let a large drop of spit fall right on target.
As I spread it around and up into his hole his sphinctre gripped tightly on
my finger.
	'This,' I thought, 'is one tight ass, it'll be one good fuck.'
	Ayo put his head down on the towel, then raised his arms on either side as
though surrendering, his whole sweet young body was mine for the taking. I
wedged my cock-head in his hole, then came down on his back pressing
steadily. He let out a gasp. I pressed a bit harder. He cried out.
	"Have you been fucked before?" I asked. He didn't respond, but I wasn't
sure he understood what I'd asked. "Is this first the time?"
	"Si," he said quietly.
	I knew just what he was feeling, I'd been there myself, but now that I'd
started I really wanted to fuck him. I thought of the suntan lotion. I aimed
it at his hole and squeezed out a large squirt. I remembered how that guy
from Fort Laramie had eased his monster cock into my tight ass by rocking
from side to side as he pressed it in. I tried to do the same. With my
weight balanced on my arms and knees it wasn't as easy to keep a steady
pressure on his sphincter, I pressed too hard and he gasped, or I backed off
too much and my cock didn't penetrate at all. This went on for quite a while
with sharp gasps exploding from Ayo every minute or two and I still hadn't
broken through. Eventually he turned his head to look at me over his
shoulder.
	"You do it now! You just do!"
	"No, I don't want to hurt you. We take it easy."
	"No easy! You do!"
	That's what he wanted, that's what he got. I increased the pressure slowly
but steadily. His head reared backwards, his shoulders flexed, hands
clenched, but he didn't utter a sound. Suddenly I broke his resistance, I
was through. I stopped with my cockhead just inside his sphinctre and waited
for him to relax. We lay absolutely still for two minutes, maybe three, then
I felt the cheeks of his ass soften under my hips. I eased my cock in
another inch, he tightened up. Another wait; he relaxed; another inch. This
way I worked my way right up into his body and waited again. When he relaxed
again I started to pump his ass with long slow strokes. Now he was making
little whimpering sounds, like a puppy. I raised myself to look down at his
body and to see my cock as it plunged in and out of his tight crack. Using
my hands to massage his back as I pumped I felt his whole body go limp. Now
I knew I could do as I wished, he was in heaven. I knew I wasn't going to
keep this up for much longer so I came down on his back again and reached
under him with both hands to get at his cock and balls. His curved cock was
as hard as a pole. I was able to make a hollow in the soft sand under the
towel, his balls fell into my hands. As I took hold of them he grunted, but
he didn't struggle, so I played with them, not real rough. He came about
five seconds later with a roar. The cum was still pumping out so I didn't
let up. I held his balls, one in the fingers of each hand and thrust hard
and deeper into his hole. When I came he got a heavy load.
	As we lay there, my cock still lodged in his hole the juice that had been
building up all day long in my balls slowly seeped out of his asshole. I
found the pool of cum that he'd pumped into the towel, it was still jellied
so spread it all over his softening balls. Ayo moaned. Eventually I rolled
off him and we lay side by side. He raised himself to look at my cock, still
pretty stiff. He said something I couldn't understand, then reached down and
ran his finger down the length of my urethra. A drop of jelly oozed out of
the slit. He moved down my body. First he licked up the drop, then took the
head of my cock into his mouth. He sucked the head for a minute or so then
continued on down the shaft to take the whole length of my penis. To me that
was so hot, I just had to show him how much it meant to me. I reached down,
took hold of his head, brought his face up to meet mine, then gave him a
deep, penetrating kiss. We must have rocked and twisted in each other's arms
for quite a while, by the time we broke apart we were both ready for more.
He'd already cleaned up my cock so now I licked all the cum off his balls,
right down to the entrance to his hole, then we sucked each other off. That
was one ejaculation! Had there been pips in my testicles they'd have been
squeaking.