Date: Tue, 23 Nov 2004 21:32:17 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 76

DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions
of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years
of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this
material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you
choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it!

			   My Step-Brother Jacob

				Chapter 76

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I hadn't been able to book a direct flight from London to Venice for us,
so we to change planes in Milan. Even so, the whole flight, including
the hour we spent in Malpensa Airport in Milan, only took 4-1/2 hours.
Although, we lost an additional hour because of the time-zone change.

Alitalia turned out to be a nice airline in our opinion. We were very
surprised when they offered us lunch during the first leg of our
journey. We were even more surprised at how good it was. We had
spaghetti, salad, and a piece of Italian bread, with an almond cookie for
dessert. Andy and I each supplemented this with a glass of chianti, we
purchased from the beverage cart.

After we'd eaten, Andy was a little chilly, as the air conditioning had
been blowing on him. He turned it down, and I got a blanket down from
the overhead compartment for him.

The plane had two rows of three seats. Andy and I had the window and
middle seats. The aisle seat happened to be empty, which gave us a bit
of privacy, so I folded the armrest between us up between the seats and
covered both of us up with the blanket, which was surprisingly very
large, and we snuggled up to one another.

After a couple minutes, Andy smiled sweetly and fluttered his eyelids at
me and said, "John, do you think there will still be time for us to do
the mile high club thing after I'm warmed up?"

I looked at my watch. We still had about a half hour before we landed in
Milan. I looked around us, and everyone near us was either reading of
dozing.

I snuggled back under the blanket and said, "probably not, unless we go
right now... but... there's no rule that says members have to meet in the
loo!"

I reached over and cupped his crotch then.

"Oh!" Andy gasped, with surprise, as my hand closed around his genitals
and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Just what did you have in mind John?" he whispered to me.

Grinning evily, I began unzipping his fly.

"Oh my!" he exclaimed in a hushed voice, quickly spreading his legs apart
a little, as I tried to gain entry into his pants.

"Here?" Andy whispered, hoarsely, quickly starting to look around a bit
frantically.

"Why not?" I murmured, as I finally got his zipper down.

"Well, let me help then," he said.

Suddenly, I felt his hands unbuckling his belt, and opening the button on
his jeans.

"Why thank you!" I said, once his hands were out of the way.

I reached a little higher, and felt the smooth, tender skin of Andy's
lower abdomen. Then, running my hand lower, I encountered his soft,
pubic bush. Moving further down, I finally reached my goal! Andy's
penis, which had already started to harden! It was bent in half,
pointing down to the floor. I pushed his pants up and reached further
inside them, grasped his penis, and pulled it free, so that it was laying
flat against him, pointing toward his belly button. Even before I began
jerking him off, Andy was fully erect.

"Oh!" He gasped quietly, as my hand encircled his organ, and I began
pumping up and down it.

Andy leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes then, as I masturbated
him under the blanket. Anyone looking at us would think he was napping,
if they looked at us, unless they looked too long or too closely and saw
the bulge near his crotch, which kept moving up and down slightly.

Given our location, I wasn't able to get too fancy. All I could really
do was steadily jack Andy off. That didn't seem to matter much to him
though. He seemed to thorougly be enjoying my hand-job.

After about 2-3 minutes, I could tell he was starting to get excited. He
began moaning ever so softly to me. I started stroking him a little
faster. Soon, his face started turning pink, and his breathing became
heavier. When he looked at me, I could see the passion he was feeling,
reflected in his eyes. He began humping up and down off the seat, ever
so slightly as well.
I stroked his dick a little faster still. Andy's nostrils began flaring
as he breathed, and he bit his lower lip, and looked wantonly at me, as
his hips began moving up and down a bit more.

Suddenly he tilted his head back a little, closed his eyes and his face
contorted slightly, as I felt him tense up. Then, with an almost
inaudible gasp, I felt a bulge surge through his urethra, and he
ejaculated into a fold in the blanket that he'd made, so that he didn't
spray himself or his clothing with his cum.

I continued jacking Andy off for another minute or so, as he continued
cumming repeatedly.

Eventually, Andy relaxed, and opened his eyes and looked at me.

Smiling he whispered, "You can stop now, I'm done."

I stopped masturbating him, and felt him taking my hand off his dick.
Grinning, I held up the blanket a little and pulled my hand out, so the
cum that had dribbled over my fingers didn't get wiped off onto it. Andy
quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching. Then, as nobody
was, while I licked his cum off my fingers, he surreptitiously pulled the
corner of the blanket out that he'd folded over his dick and folded it
up, so his cum was buried in it. Then he quickly adjusted his dick,
closed his jeans up and buckled his belt.

"Well," he said, as he pulled his hands out from under the blanket.
"That was quite pleasant! Your turn now! But why don't you get your
jeans open for me!"

Grinning, I opened my jeans, and in seconds, Andy's hand was wrapped
around my dick, as he jacked me off. As Andy had done, I too folded a
corner of the blanket over my dick, so I wouldn't wear my cum when I had
my orgasm.

Within a couple minutes, I was tensed up in my seat, trying to appear
composed in case anyone looked my way, and working diligently to remain
silent, as I fired glob after glob of cum into the blanket, while Andy
stroked up and down my dick.

When I'd finished, I fixed the blanket so the corner I came in was folded
up, as Andy had done, and then I got myself dressed again, under the rest
of the blanket.

When I was dressed again, I took the blanket off us, and folded it up, so
our messes were inside it, then stuffed it under the seat in front of me.

A couple minutes later, the captain announced our decent into Malpensa
Airport, and a few minutes after that, we were rumbling down the runway,
with Andy squeezing my hand tightly, as the captain welcomed us to
Milano!

Before we exited the plane, I put our blanket back in the overhead
compartment, as I pulled our hand-luggage out.

"I feel sorry for whoever uses that blanket next!" Andy said, as we
walked through the tube, into the terminal.

"Hopefully, they don't use it too soon!" I said, grinning.

"Ew! Poor them if they do!" Andy said, snickering.

 * * *

In the terminal, we easily found our way to the gate where we would board
our next flight. As we were early, we found a duty-free gift shop
nearby. Luckily there was a currency exchange booth next to it. We both
exchanged some of our British currency for Euros, then we cruised through
the gift shop. We picked up a couple candybars to eat on the next
flight. I got a newspaper and some post cards as well.

Looking over the souvenirs, I was pleased to find a small snowglobe with
Milan's Duomo in it. The Duomo is a huge cathedral in Milan's central
square. It's one of Italy's largest cathedrals. It was a very nice
snowglobe, although it was not a music box as well. As they didn't have
any that had music boxes, I took the one with the Duomo in it, that I'd
been looking at, for Andy's collection.

I found Andy with his nose buried in a magazine, at the magazine rack.

"Let's go. We have time for a beer if we hurry," I said, grabbing the
magazine out of his hand and adding it to the pile of things I was
buying.

"John -" he started to say, as I stepped up to the counter.

There wasn't a line, so the clerk started ringing things up.

"Um... John?" Andy said.

"What?" I said.

The clerk picked up the magazine and looked at it, then looked accusingly
at me. A little bewildered by his attitude, I glared back at him. Then,
I saw the back of the magazine Andy had been reading, which he had in his
hands. It was an Italian gay porn magazine.

"Never mind," I heard Andy say, as I felt my face getting hot.

The clerk looked at us for a moment, then disgustedly rang the magazine
up and stuffed it into the bag.

"I take it you were about to warn me about your choice of reading
material?" I said to Andy, glaring at him.

Andy chuckled and said, "uh, yeah. I was only looking. You didn't
really have to buy it!"

"Too late now you little Perv!" I said, still glaring at him.

Andy snickered and said quietly, "Ahem! Just whose idea was it to molest
me on the plane? Besides, you know you can't wait to check out my
magazine yourself!"

"Asshole!" I muttered.

Andy roared with laughter then.

As I paid, I asked if they sold postage stamps for the post cards. The
clerk, who was still giving me nasty looks, said they did, so I bought a
bunch of those as well.

"Nice going Andy!" I said, as we left the shop. "I really could use a
beer now!"

"Well, it's a good thing we have time for one then!" Andy said, smiling
and ignoring my annoyance.

 * * *

There was a small bar on the other side of the currency exchange booth,
so we stepped over to it, and got ourselves a couple of Birra Morretti, a
light but somewhat bitter Italian beer.

When we were finished with our beer, we headed back to the gate, making a
quick pit-stop at the men's room on our way.

We only had to wait about 10 minutes before they called for us to board.

Soon we were in the air again, on our way to Venice!

 * * *

We touched down about an hour later at Venice's Marco Polo Airport.

Andy was surprised, when after retrieving our luggage, and clearing
customs, I headed for a taxi stand.

"I thought we were renting a car!" he said.

"Not until we leave Venice," I said. "We won't need one in Venice, it's
all canals. And parking is a bitch outside the canal system! We'll take
water taxis or walk everywhere. Then, when we're ready to hit the road,
we'll rent a car."

"Well, that sounds fine then," he said, smiling, as a taxi pulled up in
front of us.

The taxi drove us to the water taxi dock, where we got out and caught a
boat to our hotel, The Metropole, on the Grand Canal, which was only a
short walk to the Piazza San Marco, Venice's main tourist area.

The Metropole turned out to be even better than I'd anticipated. It was
a four star hotel with 73 air-conditioned room, built in the classically
ornate Venetian style. It had all the amenities Andy and I wanted,
including a very nice restaurant and bar off the main lobby. Our room
was on the top floor, overlooking the canal, and it had a king-size bed.

The porter looked at the bed, then eyed Andy and I curiously.

"Fratello!" I said, grinning at him.

"O! Si Signore!" he laughed then, although I could still see him looking
at the two of us uncertainly, as he accepted the tip I gave him.

"I didn't realize you spoke any Italian. What did you tell him?" Andy
asked, after he left.

"I can speak it a little. I told him we were brothers," I said.

"Oh," Andy said. "Do you think he believed you?"

"Probably not. We don't look anything alike. But, who cares!" I said,
chuckling.

"Oh John!" Andy gushed, as he looked out the window of our room. "This
is spectacular!"

"Wow! It is pretty nice," I said, joining him at the window.

"Thank you so much for bringing me here!" Andy said, turning toward me.

I noticed his eyes were glistening.

"You're very welcome!" I said, smiling. "I thought it was time you and I
had a little time alone together."

"Um... is this sort of like a honeymoon then?" Andy asked, looking at me
a little strangely.

"I suppose you can think of it like that, if you want to," I said.

"Well, then, shouldn't we be in bed?" Andy asked.

I looked at Andy. He was looking sweetly, and innocently at me.

"Slut!" I muttered.

He laughed then.

"OH!" he cried a moment later, when I scooped him up in my arms.

I spun around and stepped over to the bed, and laid him down.

"Oh my!" Andy exclaimed, smiling, as I started undressing him. "Let me
do it! You get undressed yourself."

Andy sat up and pulled his shirts off, over his head. Smiling, I began
stripping too. Within seconds, we were both naked, and each of us was
sporting nearly fully erect dicks.

Andy moved to the edge of the bed and pulled me over to him. Quickly he
leaned forward and began sucking me off.

"Oh yeah!" I said, smiling.

I let Andy suck on me for a minute. Then, before I got too excited, I
pushed him off me, and onto his back on the bed. Then I knelt and went
down on him.
"Mmmmmm!" Andy moaned, as my mouth plunged over his dick.

I sucked up and down on Andy for a minute or so, but then he too pushed
me off.

"I want you to fuck me John!" he said, huskily.

Smiling, I reached for the inside pocket of my suitcase, and extracted a
tube of KY jelly. I squirted some into my hand and lubed my dick up, as
Andy pulled his legs up.

"Right here on the edge of the bed?" I asked.

"Sure! I can hook my legs over your shoulders!" Andy said, grinning.

Grinning, I walked over to him. My dick was lined up exactly with his
asshole!

"Perfect height!" I said, stepping up to him, and pushing the head of my
cock up against his anus.

"MMMMmmmmmm!!!" Andy moaned, as I slowly pushed my meat through his
sphincter, and up inside him.

Once I was completely embedded inside Andy, he let go of his knees, which
he'd been holding against his stomach. He extended his legs and hooked
his ankles up over my shoulders.

"OK, I ready!" Andy said, smiling.

Slowly I began shoving my dick in and out of Andy. He immediately
started moaning intermittently. It wasn't long before I was long-dicking
him at a good, steady pace.

It didn't take long, before I felt my orgasm starting to build. I could
tell from the look on Andy's face, and the way his hole was clenching
every so often, that he was getting close too.

A few more shoves, and suddenly Andy gasped, and I felt his asshole
gripping my dick much tighter. He groaned and his dick began spewing cum
all over his belly.

Feeling Andy's asshole clamping, then relaxing excited me even moreso,
and suddenly I too felt my first spasm hit me, as I ejaculated a load of
jism inside Andy's rectum.

Moaning intermittently, we each continued pumping our loads of cum, me
firing my deep inside Andy's asshole, he spraying himself with his, until
eventually, our orgasms ended.

"Damn! That felt good!" I exclaimed.

"Definitely!" Andy said, as he lay smiling and breathing heavily, looking
up at me.

"OH!" he said, sadly a moment later, as I pulled my dick out of his hole.

Snickering, I said, "Relax! It'll be back inside you later on I expect!"

Andy grinned then. I held out my hand to him, which he took.

I pulled him up and said, "Let's shower quick, then go do a little
sight-seeing!"

"Great idea!" Andy said.

 * * *

A short time later, we walked out of our hotel, and headed for the Piazza
San Marco, which was named for St. Mark's Basilica, which dominates half
of one side of the square.

Andy and I walked through the basilica. Then we took a tour of the
Doge's Palace, which is next to it. The Doge was the elected chief
magistrate of the city, and the palace was where he lived and worked
from. We snapped a lot of photos as we went.

When we came out of the Doge's Palace, Andy wanted to get some bird seed
and feed the pidgeons, so we got some, and I took some pictures of Andy
feeding the birds. There seemed to be hundreds of them. As we were
exclaiming about the number of them, an Italian gentleman nearby said
that there used to be even more. He said there were too many. They
annoyed everyone, so the city decided to treat the bird seed that was
sold for them with something that would render the birds infertile, and
thus cut down the population of them somewhat. He said it had worked out
pretty well.

"Birth control for pidgeons!" I laughed. "That's different!"

We shopped a little for souvenirs afterward.

"Oh look!" Andy exclaimed happily, when he found a musical snowbglobe
with the city of venice and its canals and piazzas in it.

"Nice one!" I said. "What song does it play?"

Andy wound it up and soon "O Solo Mio" was playing, as the snow in the
globe spun around over the city.

"Gotta get that one! It's one of the nicest I've seen," I said,
grinning.

We picked up some Gondola pilot style T-shirts and hats for the boys, and
a couple of nice silk scarves for Elizabeth too.

When we came out of the shop, the sun was setting. We went to the
water's edge and sat down on a bench and watched as, slowly the sun sank
over the buildings to the west. I snapped a few pictures of it, that I
thought would come out nicely.

 * * *

Once the sun was completely down, since we were both getting hungry, we
walked out of the square and along some of the canal's until we found a
small Italian restaurant with a few tables outside under umbrellas.

"Want to eat alfresco?" I asked, grinning.

"Sure!" Andy said.

A waiter went by with a tray full of dinners, and they looked and smelled
wonderful, so we quickly grabbed one of the last free tables in the front
corner of their little terrace dining area.

Shortly a waiter brought menus, and took my order of a bottle of wine.

"Uh oh," Andy said.

"What?" I asked.

"These menus are only in Italian. I have no idea what there is to eat!"
he said.

I chuckled and said, "Well, I don't know everything they say, but I can
tell what the general gyst is of most of them."

"See, here it says 'Vitello', well that's veal," I said, pointing to a
spot on the menu. "And here, where it says 'agnello', well that's lamb."

"Lamb! Sounds good to me. What're the rest of the words though?" he
asked.

"hmmm... Costollette di agnello grigliate alle erbe fini o all'aceto
balsamico.... Something about grilled I think, and balsamic vinegar.
We'll have to ask," I said. "Sorry."

"That's OK," Andy said.

The waiter, who told us his name was Paulo, arrived then with our bottle
of wine and two glasses. While he was there we asked him to recommend a
lamb dish for Andy, and a veal dish for myself, which he was happy to
do. I hadn't translated the lamb dish Andy was interested in too badly.
It was indeed a lamb steak with balsamic vinegar and a side dish of
polenta. I selected sauteed veal with spring artichokes, and curry
sauce.

"He's cute!" Andy said, staring at Paulo's tight little ass, as he
bustled away with our order.

"Yup. Definitely fuckable!" I said, grinning.

"I wonder if he's gay?" Andy asked.

"Why? Wanta try to seduce him?" I asked, grinning evily.

"No! Just wondering. I couldn't tell. Usually I can!" Andy said.

I laughed.

A few minutes later, Paulo came back with a plate of antipasta for us to
share, and two little plates.

As he scurried off again, Andy said, "I think he is!"

"Why?" I asked.

"It was the smile he gave me when he put my plate in front of me!" Andy
said.

"I think he's straight," I said.

"Why?" Andy asked.

"I think he was just trying to look down that girl's shirt!" I said,
pointing surreptitiously.

"No! He's checking out her boyfriend's package!" Andy said.

"If this poor guy knew how we were talking about him.... I said,
chuckling.

"Well, he'll never find out!" Andy said, stuffing his mouth full of a
forkful of antipasta.

We talked about our day then, as we ate.

After a while, Paulo came back and picked up our plates, and left with
them. He returned a few minutes later with bowls of spaghetti.

"This isn't what we ordered," Andy said.

Paulo explained then that a bowl of pasta preceded most meals in Venice.
Andy's eyes got large.

"I'm never going to be able to eat my dinner!" he exclaimed.

Chuckling, I told him to try.

The pasta was wonderful. It was very lightly sauced, and the sauce
seemed to have tiny diced up vegetables in it, as well as some herbs. We
surprised ourselves and ate most of it, it was so good. Our dinners came
soon thereafter, and they too were superb. We each took a taste of each
other's meals. I liked Andy's lamb, and he liked my veal. By the end of
the meal, we were both stuffed.

Paulo brought the dessert menu then, but we told him we were stuffed. He
offered gellato then, which suddenly did sound appealing. We asked what
flavors he had, and he started rattling them off in Italian. I heard
'cioccolato' and 'lampone' in the middle of the list.

"Well, I'll have the chocolate," I said.

Then, I looked at Andy and said, "And I heard raspberry, in the middle of
the list."

Paulo apologized then, and was about to recite the list in English, but
Andy stopped him and ordered the raspberry. I had a cup of coffee with
my ice cream. Andy had tea. When we were finished, we each had a glass
of Sambucca for an after dinner drink.

 * * *

When we left the restaurant, we strolled along the canals for a while.
It wasn't long, before we came across a gondola pilot, whose gondola was
empty. I hired him to ferry Andy and I around the canals a while, and
then drop us back at our hotel. He gave me a slightly surprised look,
but then smiled, and helped us into the gondola. Once we were seated, he
hopped onto his little platform on back and we were off.

"This is SO romantic John!" Andy said, leaning on my arm.

I put my arm around Andy's shoulders then, and we watched Venice go by as
we glided through the canals, and under the bridges, including Venice's
most famous bridge - the Rialto Bridge. Occasionally the gondola pilot
pointed out points of interest to us, and twice he sang traditional
Italian songs, O Sole Mio and Santa Lucia. It was a truly magical
experience.

Eventually, we came to the Metropole Hotel. Our pilot let us out there.
We thanked him for a wonderful tour, and I gave him a nice tip. Then, we
went into the hotel, and up to our room.

We were both pretty tired by the time we got to our room, so we quickly
used the bathroom, then stripped and crawled into bed together. In no
time we were both out like lights.

 * * *

"OH GOD! I'm about to cum John!" Andy gasped, as I was fucking him up
the ass the next morning.

"Me too!" I exclaimed, as I slammed my dick in and out of Andy's slippery
asshole.

"Ooohhhhh!!!" Andy groaned, and I felt his sphincter constrict around my
cock as it moved in and out of him.

"Fuck!" I cried, a moment later, as my orgasm began too, and I fired a
hot load of cum into Andy's bowels.

"Mmmmmmmm!!!" Andy moaned, as he spewed another streak of cum all over
the sheets beneath him.

Groaning, I filled his ass again.

We both spasmed a few more times, each emptying ourselves of our pent up
semen. Andy's sprayed all over the bed under us, and mine filled his
rectum.

"God! That was brilliant!" Andy exclaimed, as we collapsed sideways onto
the bed, next to the mess he'd make on it.

"Certainly was," I agreed.

We rested a few minutes, then Andy suggested we shower and get moving, or
we'd miss some of the things we wanted to see in Venice. Of course we
showered together, which delayed us a little, as once my dick was
thoroughly washed, Andy fell to his knees and started sucking me off.
After I'd had my second orgasm of the day, I squatted down and gave Andy
his as well. As a result, we were both very relaxed and happy as we set
off for the hotel's restaurant in search of breakfast.

 * * *

After enjoying a very nice buffet breakfast in the hotel restaurant, we
set off for the Murano glass blowing factory, which is on an island
across from the Piazza San Marco. It's famous for its crystal. We spent
about an hour touring the factory, and another hour in the gift shop.
The crystal was absolutely beautiful, and we decided to buy some and have
it shipped back to England. We bought a set of 12 wine glasses, and a
set of 12 cordial glasses. We also bought a vase and a couple of votive
candle holders. We had it all shipped to London, and paid extra for
insurance.

We took a launch back to the Piazza San Marco, and had a light lunch in
one of the sidewalk cafes in the back of the Piazza. Afterward we headed
for the gothic Frari Church, which we toured.

We walked the streets and sidewalks along the canals then, sightseeing
and shopping, until we got back to the Metropole.

We went up to our room, and collapsed on the bed. We must've both been
tired, because we both ended up falling asleep for a while. I'd slept
about a half hour I figured, when I woke up. I felt refreshed and ready
to go again. I really had to 'go' too, so I got up and dashed into the
bathroom. Andy stirred and woke up when he felt me moving off the bed.

"Were you asleep too?" he asked.

"Yeah, but not for long," I called from the bathroom, where I was peeing.

I joined Andy on the bed again, when I was finished. He snuggled over to
me, and in no time we were both boned up.

"Do we have time for a quickie?" Andy asked hopefully.

"No rush!" I said. "I thought we'd shower and go down to the bar for a
few drinks, then go to dinner somewhere. We're not on a schedule."

"Brilliant! Let's get naked then!" Andy exclaimed, grinning at me.

I smiled back at him. Then, we both sat up and started stripping.

 * * *

We spent the next half hour making love. We began by sucking each other
off, in a '69', and playing with each other's assholes. After a while
though, Andy decided he wanted to be fucked, only he wanted to be on top
and control it. So I lay back and let him do all the work.

First, he lubed my dick well, then he straddled me, facing me, and
holding his cheeks apart all the way with one hand, and my dick with the
other, he gently lowered himself onto me, until the tip of my penis was
pressing on his anus. He stopped for a moment, then slowly he started
lowering himself further. He gasped slightly, as his hole opened to
accomodate me.

"Mmmmmm!" I groaned, as I felt the head of my penis slip through his
sphincter.

Slowly and steadily, Andy lowered himself onto me, until he was actually
sitting on my pubic bone, and my dick was stuffed as deeply inside him as
possible!

Andy didn't wait to get used to my presence within him. He just slowly
began fucking up and down on me. Soon, he was bouncing happily up and
down on me, and masturbating himself at the same time.

It didn't take very long at all for both us to become very aroused. Andy
began humping up and down a little faster. I could tell he was getting
ready to cum soon.

Another 30 seconds or so, and suddenly Andy stopped humping me and leaned
back a little and tensed up.

As I watched, he gasped and a huge rope of cum flew out the tip of his
dick, heading straight for my face! Quickly I closed my eyes. Andy's
cum landed with a tiny splat streaking over my nose, and across my lips,
and over my chin and down to my neck.

My mouth was open a little and some of Andy's cum dribbled down into it.
I licked it and savored the flavor of his essence.

Andy shot another load, that landed on my shoulder and chest. A third
glob landed in the hollow area below my sternum.

Andy was still humping up and down on me as he sprayed me with his cum,
and I could feel my orgasm was about to begin.

Andy squirted another glob of cum, which oozed dribbled up and over his
fingers, and ran down them.

"AWwww!!!" I gasped, as I suddenly shot my first load up Andy's ass.

Andy gave a half grin, and kept on humping me, even though his orgasm was
ending.

"Unnnnhhh!" I groaned, lubricating Andy's love tunnel a second time.

"Mmmmmmmm!" I moaned, as my third spasm swept over me.

Andy kept on humping up and down me, as my orgasm continued. As I
squirted a fourth load into him, I felt his sphincter grip me again, and
saw a last glob of cum ooze out Andy's piss slit. He gave an involuntary
shudder, and his pace began to slow down, as my orgasm came to an end. I
gave another couple squirts, then, finally told Andy to stop. He leaned
forward over me then, and laid down on top of me, with my dick still up
his ass.

"That was great!" he exclaimed, as he settled down on top of me,
squishing his cum between us.

"Oh yeah!" I said, smiling.

We rested a while. Eventually, my dick softened, and at one point Andy
flexed his anal muscles, and it slid out of him. Some of my cum began
dribbling back out of him then too. Finally, Andy crawled off of me, and
we jumped into the shower together.

After we'd showered, we got dressed and went down to the bar in the
lobby. We had a few drinks, then headed off to the Ristorante Antico
Martini, where, earlier in the day, I'd made dinner reservations for us.
It was supposedly one of the more romantic restaurants in Venice.

I'd requested seating on their outside terrace, and we were pleased to
find ourselves in the front corner again, like the previous night. The
meal was wonderful. I had 'Soffiatelli ripienidi gamberi reali e
raddicchion di Treviso', whic was puffed pastry filled with chopped king
prawns and red chicory cream. Andy had 'Tagliatelle con Scampie
"Bruscandoli"', or pasta with bruscandoli and scampi. Again we had
Antipasto, and pasta before hand, and we complimented the meal with a
nice bottle of Tuscan red wine. For dessert, even though we were stuffed,
we couldn't help ourselves. We both ordered the 'Tortino caldo al
cioccolato con salsa al rum', which was a decadent hot chocolate cake
with rum sauce.

After dinner, we walked along the canals for a while. We stopped in two
different bars, and had a drink in each, as we wended our way back to the
Metropole. When we got back to the hotel, we had a night cap in the bar,
just before it was closing up for the evening. Then we went up to our
room.

We packed, as we were to leave in the morning, for the next leg of our
trip. Then we went to bed and took turns giving each other leisurely
blow jobs, before we finally snuggled up together and went to sleep...

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Happy Thanksgiving everyone! The next chapter in this series will be
published shortly.