Date: Sat, 19 Apr 2003 15:48:20 EDT
From: Howdedo2u2@aol.com
Subject: 'A Roman Sexventure'

The following is an accounting of the last evening of the last day of my
three and one-half weeks journey through Italy...This evenings affair took
place in Roma.

A Roman Sexventure

So we met at this Joint called 'Phoenix' it's on the Plaza Manfredo
Fanti...just across the short part of the plaza sort of in the middle of
the block. Ya know a black door, with The word Phoenix carefully
stenciled on it's top sash...and next to it, a buzzer button waiting to
pushed to gain entry. I did, and I was in in a flash. (In italy all Men's
Clubs and Bars honor a common membership card that can be purchased at
any of the clubs in Rome...you buy it and you're in...in any or all of
the clubs for one year.) I showed'em my membership card, said my
bonjourno's to the guy at the front counter and was buzzed into it's
inner sanctum.
I got a beer at the bar and scouted the joint for any potentials. A
couple here and there but I had just arrived and so I found a kewl spot
to park it. It was the top step of a two step entryway that abutted a
closed and bolted door. It was kinda dark but the light from the
adjoining room was enough to see and be see. I was wearing black...jeans
and a tight Ginnie-T. The hankee in my pocket was white. With a yellow
paisley. Make of that what you will.
This 5"10ish Armani model type saunters past me sporting a nice piece.
Without turning, he back-tracked, stopping directly in front of me.
Saying nothing he turned and took out his really nice, uncut, cock. He
took a step forward and I leaned into him...swallowing whole and
thoroughly, his thick undulating piece. It went in deep, I constricted my
throat muscles so as to tempt him to stay and visit for a while. His dick
tasted ok but there wasn't any current running through his well veined
cock. I sucked him for a bit longer and encouraged him to move on.
I thought for a moment after that, that perhaps I had made a mistake and
that an Armani model, although not my ideal model, is better perhaps,
than the one toed dwarf & myself, that might be the only two humans left
in the club at 4am when it closed.
Well that didn't happen.
This dude was standing, watching suck video's in adjoining room. I had
noticed him the previous evening in another club called 'Hangar. Last
evening he was chatting with friends and while seemingly unavailable, was
very attractive and emitted this keen aura of manly desire. I was hungry
and thirsty and more than willing to oblige that desire. He is 2 meters (
6'tall), a very nice, solid build, with a great face, bearded with soft
hair that brushed comfortably along my face as his lips made their way to
mine...we kissed. I melted into him as I tasted his siliva mixing with
my own...I swallowed...he tasted right. His energy ran through his
tongue and down my throat. We kissed for endless moments and I caressed
his body as I slid ever so slowly to the place where my face met his
beautiful dick. Uncut, undulating, thick and he spoke in words in Italian
that easily translated although I spoke not a word in his language. He
spoke of desire, of need, of passion. I wanted so badly to make love to
him through his cock. As he entered his piece into my mouth, deeper and
deeper reaching for the core of my being he began to discharge a warm
steady flow of pre-cum that sent me into a state of complete abandon.
Allesandro your cock is perfection. I felt as if your cock had found it's
home, warm, comfortable, intriguing, excitable, reliable. Ready to shoot
you asked me if I wanted to eat your cum. I did. You came and I was in
heaven on earth. I came.
As things had it I was free the next evening...my last in Roma, and he
asked if I'd like to spend it with him. Even if I wanted to resist his
advances I would have been unable to do so. I was enslaved to his
desires. I wanted more of him...as much of him as he wanted to give me.
We exchanged numbers and places and I phoned him at the predetermined
time and and arranged to meet him at his home at 10:15 that evening.


Buono Noche
Arturo