Flavio drove off. Renzo and I got into my car.
“He drives you around?” I asked.
“He does everything for me,” Renzo bragged. “I’m his role model. His mentor. He looks up to me. You know,” he added, slyly. “The same way all those teenaged weightlifters out there look up to you.”
“Something about the way you say that makes it sound dirty. You really haven’t changed. The same old Renzo. Are you fucking that kid?” I asked.
“You bet I am. Every chance I get. That sexy little bitch does everything I tell him to do, in bed and out. Hell! Come to think of it, Gino, he reminds me of a younger version of you. Always hot for my cock. Always begging for it.”
“Thanks. I think.”
“You weren’t planning on driving all the way back to Jersey tonight, were you?”
“No. I figured, if I couldn’t track you down, I’d just drive around a little, at random, exploring. And then find a motel. I threw a few things in a bag, in the trunk, for overnight.”
“Good. You’ll spend the night with me, at my house.”
“Your house? You own a house?”
“Of course I own a house. Why shouldn’t I? What’s with the big show of disbelief? I keep telling you—I’m now a man of substance and property,” Renzo said, archly. “A pillar of the community.” He couldn’t keep up the act; he giggled.
His house was in fact a large ranch house, set in a big landscaped lot on a quiet, tree-lined suburban street.
“I’m impressed,” I admitted, as we got out of the car and I retrieved my bag from the trunk. “You live in this big place all by yourself?”
He shrugged. “It’s an investment. And I do some entertaining. Come inside, I’ll give you the grand tour.”
He had nice furniture, mostly Modernistic in style, with heavy emphasis on black leather, chrome, and glass. Proudly, he showed me one room which he’d turned into his home gym.
“Nothing like what you’re used to, of course,” he said. “But I can still put in a decent workout, and stay in shape.” He looked me up and down. “You look fucking fantastic, by the way.”
“So do you.”
“Thanks, but don’t exaggerate. I do try to take care of myself. But you! All those muscles. So big. So hard. So hot.”
He grabbed me and kissed me. Hugging him closely against me, I returned the kiss, with interest.
“Fuck,” he moaned against my lips. “Some things really haven’t changed, have they? You’ve giving me a goddamn hard-on. And I’ve got company,” he confirmed, putting his hand down between our bodies and groping me through my pants. “Talk about big and hard!” Seductively, he smiled at me. “Let’s have a drink.”
“Make them a couple of stiff ones,” I teased him.
“Hell, that goes without saying! I’m not really such a big social drinker anymore, but, in your honor I’ll break out the good stuff. I’ve got a bottle of nice whiskey. Want some?”
“Sure. Just like on the night of your birthday. Remember?”
“I sure do. This time, though, we can drink out of real glasses. Crystal.”
We got comfortable in the living room. As we swapped stories, asked each other questions, and continued to catch up, we drank freely. We were both slightly sloshed by the time our conversation flagged, momentarily, and we began making out on Renzo’s long black leather sectional couch, like a couple of horny teenagers.
The next thing I knew, we were shedding our clothes, right there in the living room. The warm afternoon sunlight was pouring in through the windows.
“Maybe we’d better close the curtains,” I suggested. “Your neighbors—”
“Let ‘em look. They may learn something!”
But discretion prevailed. Renzo went over and drew the drapes, darkening the room somewhat. He returned to my side, and he resumed our fooling around, with both of us now totally nude.
It was as though the past years had never taken place, and the two of us were back in his old basement room, getting ready to have sex.
“One more for the road,” Renzo said, picking up the bottle of whiskey. “To whet the whistle, before we start sucking.” Without bothering to refill our glasses, he drank straight from the bottle. He handed it to me, and I too took a swig.
Then I set the bottle back down on the coffee table, before I moved to kneel on the floor in front of Renzo. He leaned forward and rested his hands on my bare shoulders, smiling down at me.
“You said something about sucking,” I said, drunkenly.
“I sure did.”
“Me, first. Sit down. Lie back,” I urged him. “I want to suck yours, first.”
“Buddy, those words are music to my ears. Be my guest. But only if you promise to let me reciprocate. In the meantime—I’m all yours.”
Nude, he sat down on the couch. He leaned back against the couch cushions and he spread his husky legs wide. Still on my knees, I got in between them. I used both of my hands to caress his legs, from the balls of his feet up along his calves and thighs to his groin, and then back down again. Then I raised his legs and rested them on my shoulders, on either side of my head.
I leaned over and began to use my lips and tongue on his cock, kissing, nuzzling, and licking. Despite my lust to suck him, I forced myself to postpone that act for a few moments, to draw out the suspense and tease Renzo a little. His dick rose from his crotch, so inflexible that it barely moved sideways when I rubbed my cheek against its shaft. I licked his turgid meat from its base to its tip and then back down again, coating it with my saliva, making sure I didn’t miss a bit of the swollen flesh. I pushed my face lower between his thighs and lapped at his balls, as well.
“Oh, fuck,” Renzo gasped. “This is just the way I remember it! No, it’s even better, I think. You’ve been practicing, haven’t you? Get it wet, buddy. Keep licking my dick. Oh, it feels so good to have your hot wet tongue on me again like that! This is just like old times.”
Inspired by his praise, I tongued him even more eagerly. This time, I concentrated on his glans, tickling it with the tip of my tongue and allowing my warm, moist breath to flow over it as I panted to refill my lungs.
When his cockhead gleamed with the sheen of my saliva, I ran my tongue down the shaft and sucked both of his hairy balls into my mouth, rolling them back and forth over my tongue. The mouthful of balls I was playing with tasted of musk and sweat. I savored the taste and the feel of them inside my mouth for some time. Finally, though, I let them slip out from between my lips and fall against my chin; then I slid my arms under his thighs and, as I raised his legs, I lifted his testicles with the bridge of my nose, pressing my mouth hard against the ridge of muscle between his nuts and his asshole. Sucking on the sensitive perineum with my lips, I lifted his legs still higher and flicked my tongue into the light coating of hair surrounding his asshole. My chin pressed into the crack between his buttocks, my nose nuzzling his hard flesh. I gathered my saliva in my mouth and pushed it forward with my tongue, wetting the circle of hair and then parting it, to swab the puckered and tightly clenched ring of his asshole.
Renzo grunted with pleasure and pulled his legs closer toward his chest to separate his buttocks wider and give me freer access to his butt.
“That’s right,” he gasped. “Suck my ass!”
Rooting around like a pig going after truffles, I pressed my open mouth against his anus, my tongue wriggling against the tensed lips of his sphincter. I shook my head between the cheeks of his ass, my saliva drooling over his skin, my tongue burrowing. Suddenly, his sphincter relaxed and my tongue slid hotly into him.
“Fuck,” he moaned, wriggling his butt back against my mouth, urging my tongue deeper into his shuddering hole. “Oh fuck, you don’t know what you’re doing to me! Oh, your tongue feels so good going in and out of my ass! Rim it, buddy. Rim my horny ass!”
The inside surface of his ass was smooth and warm, and incredibly exciting to lick. I fucked my tongue in and out of his loosened sphincter as far as it
would go; then I pulled back and lapped up my saliva from the silky hair lining the valley of his ass. When I had lowered his trembling legs back down the floor, I lifted the hard tube of his cock and sank my mouth over it down to the root.
Easing open the hot tissues of my throat, I felt his cock throbbing in my mouth. I ground myself down on it, my lips chafing around the base where his pubic hair adorned the distended shaft like a wreath slung around a column. Twisting my head from side to side, I screwed his big fuck tool deeper into my throat, until I had to back off, or choke. I gasped for breath, still licking the pulsating head of his cock.
Closing my lips around his swollen glans, I shook my head, my lips moving in half circles as I sank down on him again, taking him inch by fat inch. With my hand, I massaged the bag containing his nuts while I flailed the underside of his cock with my tongue. The head of his dick steadily pushed its way into my throat again. It seemed to possess a live and a will power of its own, and it was determined to fuck my face. I swallowed his meat as though I had been starved for it. Keeping his cockhead lodged in my throat, I pumped my mouth up and down on Renzo until I could hear him groaning with pleasure and he was fucking up to meet the downward slide of my lips. Delirious with my need to consume his throbbing masculinity, I was no longer distracted by how large the cock was I was sucking, or concerned by the discomfort it was still causing me. My lips, my tongue, and my throat worked furiously, like a well-rehearsed team, and I stuffed his erection into my gulping throat without having to think about how to do it.
When I realized that my jaw had begun to ache and my mouth was getting tired, my pace grew more frantic and I sucked faster and harder. My breathing grew shallow. I began to make a little moaning sound deep in my throat, as though I could use these nonverbal signals to coax Renzo’s cum out of him. Then Renzo bounced up toward my churning mouth and, at the same time, he grabbed my head and shoved it down on his huge, ramming prick—forcing me to take him deeper than I ever had before.
The muscles of his abdomen tightened and convulsed as he emitted a guttural that almost suggested despair, rather than satisfaction. My mouth was abruptly filled with the thickness of his gushing cream. I sucked faster still when I felt the flood of his semen jetting into my throat, choking me, squirting back over my chin and nose as he tried to force his dick deeper into my mouth.
I was still gulping down his acrid cream, when he shoved me none too gently away from his spurting cock.
“Stop,” he pleaded. “My dick feels really sensitive, now that I’ve come. Let me cool down for a minute.”
“Sure,” I mumbled, my mouth still filled with his semen.
“It’s my turn to suck. Get up here on the couch, straddle my chest, and fuck my face.”
“Whatever his honor the mayor wants.”
“Right now, what he’s interested in is being dishonored,” Renzo joked. “And the more thoroughly, the better. Come on, big guy. Shove your cock in my mouth.”
I did as he asked. He swallowed my cock, seemingly without effort. He proceeded to treat me to one of the longest, most sensuous blow jobs I’ve ever received in my life. I was shivering all over, from head to foot, in the throes of pure lust, by the time I finally exploded inside his mouth. Groaning with delight, Renzo swallowed my cum.
After all the intense activity, you’d have thought we would take a break. But Renzo was only getting warmed up.
“Okay, Mr. Movie Star,” he told me, briskly, barely taking time to catch his breath. “Now I’m going to fuck the hell out of your ass.”
“Are you? Believe me, I’m more than willing. But we both just came,” I reminded him.
“Yeah? So what? What’s the matter—are you getting old? Afraid you won’t be able to get it up again, so soon?” he taunted me. “You weren’t like that, back in the old days. Then you were like a goddamn double-barreled shotgun. Ready to fire off both barrels, one after the other. Anyway, you can still get fucked, even if you’ve got a limp dick. Look at me. I’m still hard. Hard enough for both of us. I’m still horny. I’m ready and raring to go. Fucking you—that’s all I’ve been able to think about, from the first moment I walked into the diner and I saw you there. Trust me, I’ve built up more than one load.”
“All right,” I grumbled. “If you’re such a sex machine, go ahead and fuck me, already.”
“Now you’re talking. But wait. Let’s take this show into the bedroom. Unless you want me to screw you right here on the couch. Which I’m perfectly capable of doing. It won’t be the first time I’ve had to sponge cum off this leather.”
“No, as long as we’re going to do it, let’s do it the old-fashioned way. In bed. Lead the way.”
My display of indifference was token, of course. It was a put-on. I wanted Renzo to fuck me. I rather liked his impatience, his obvious desire for me. I followed his bedroom. There, we made quick, almost frantic preparations. I closed the drapes, while Renzo turned down the bed. Then I heard him sliding open the top drawer of his nightstand and rummaging about its contents.
When I turned back toward him, away from the windows, I saw that Renzo was already lying on the bed, with his erection aimed at the ceiling. He’d found what he’d been looking for, a large tube of lubricant. He grabbed his dick in his fist and stroked it briskly, following through by giving it a quick swipe of the lube.
“Name your position,” he invited me.
“I’ve tried them all, in Italy, at one time or another,” I boasted.
“Yeah, I bet you and that hot muscle butt of yours were real popular over there,” he retorted. “Well, you’re back home in the States, now. And you’re on my turf. I’m the boss here. I run this town. Which means that, right now, your ass belongs to me.”
“Whatever you say, tough guy.”
“When I’m done fucking you, you’ll forget about all those Italian dudes who’ve screwed you. You’ll forget about any other man.”
I felt a perverse impulse to taunt him. “Oh, really? You’re awfully sure of yourself, aren’t you? Promises, promises. I hope you’re not all talk and no action, big man. I hope you can live up to all of this macho bluster that I keep hearing coming out of your mouth—!”
“Shut up,” he growled, interrupting me. “All I want to hear coming out of your mouth is ‘fuck me, fuck me!’ You ought to be pretty good at that, with all the practice you’ve probably had overseas.”
I couldn’t come up with an effective retort. God knew I had been exercising my anus diligently, the whole time I was in Rome!
Renzo sat up on the bed, his slicked-up erection protruding obscenely outward from his groin. I was lying on my back beside him. He caught me under my armpits and pushed me against the headboard.
“Let’s try it this way, first,” he grunted. “With you on your back and your legs in the air, like the whore you are.”
As I instinctively reached up and my fingers closed over the upper edge of the headboard, trying to brace myself, Renzo scrambled up alongside me on his knees. He took my buttocks in his hands and hefted them up off the mattress. Then he rammed his prick into my ass and he began humping into me so hard that the mattress rocked back and forth on the box spring it was set on.
My unprepared asshole was scoured by the friction of his burning cock. It felt like my guts were being abraded as he battered me with rapid-fire thrusts. When I tried to squirm away from to ease the force of the penetration, he grabbed me by the hips and yanked me back onto his ramrod. Then he began to skewer my butt again as he jerked my buttocks back against him, grinding against me unmercifully.
I groaned repeatedly as the battering ram of his erection plunged into the tightening ring of my ass. His fingers squeezed with bruising strength on my hips, but I liked the rough treatment and I didn’t want him to stop.
But suddenly he shouted, “Son of a bitch! I’m coming! You’re making me come. Again!”
He hammered his way through his orgasm. Gratefully, I took the punishment. I knew that I’d succeeded in ar
ousing him to the point of giving him a second ejaculation. He was coming in my ass, filling me with his sperm. I was proud of my accomplishment.
When his strokes began to diminish in force, I arched my back and humped back at him, driving his turgid meat deep into my now unresisting asshole, working my buttocks against his groin. I wanted to keep this fuck going for as long as possible.
Renzo obliged, continuing to hump me for several minutes after he’d stopped shooting. But eventually even a stud like him had to pause for rest, after unloading so forcefully.
He shoved me away, his slippery cock, smeared with his jism, emerging from my distended rectum, and he fell backward on the bed, his breath rasping in his throat.
But I wanted more. I turned around on my knees and lifted his softening cock to my ass as I straddled his hips. I tried to force it back into my ass by sitting down on it; but it was too flexible as it began to go soft. Even Renzo’s vaunted stamina had its limits. I felt that, if I could only feel that powerful implement of his plunging into me once again, I would climax, too, perhaps even without touching my own cock. But his dick just doubled over when I pressed it against my slippery anus.
“Sorry, I can’t,” Renzo said, apologetically, his head rolling from side to side on the bed. “I can’t get it up again so soon. You’re too much for me, man!”
On my hands and knees like a dog, I backed off his body. His fat cock lay against his stomach like a sausage, with its foreskin as its casing. I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. My hair hung down over my sweaty forehead and got into my eyes. My whole body seemed to shudder with my need to come.
I sucked my buddy’s limp dick inside my mouth, desperate to make it harden again. His fresh hot cum tasted good in my mouth. But his penis was now so soft that I had to work it back along my tongue and swallow hard even to get it down into my throat. Sucking like a madman, I began jerking myself off as hard as I could. Renzo helped me, reaching up to grasp my nipples between his blunt, calloused fingertips and pinching them, hard. Moaning my need around his flaccid tool, I rolled his glans around the heated roof of my palate as I felt the sudden wash of thick fluid escape from my cock and fill my fist. My stomach undulated as my cum continued to gush free from my cock, the slimy residue from it dropping onto the sheets between Renzo’s legs.
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