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Italy boy

So I’m in Montreal with my friend, Z and we have a hotel room at the Travelodge. I can’t resist a great deal. The room was advertised for two people, and it’s about the size of a closet. Yet they somehow crammed two single beds into it. It’s about 10 in the morning and Z’s laying back on his bed, scrolling on his phone. I tell him I’m having a guy over. He’s OK with it.

Great. I text the guy back. “He might be in the room but he won’t be participating.” 

“ok. But he could idc”

Yeah, that’s not going to happen. I turn to my friend. “He’ll be here in six minutes.”

Z sighs and drops his phone on the bed. “I’m going out then. Tell me when you’re done.” He quickly gets his travel bag and leaves. 

Moment’s later, there’s a soft knock at the door. I open it and in walks a tall Italian teenager. His curly black hair shines in the light. We exchange pleasantries and he starts to remove his expensive leather Italian shoes and unbuckle his belt. Soon he’s in his underwear, blue, form fitting. I drop to my knees and press my face into his crotch. When I finally look up at him, and he’s staring down at me, I can’t believe this twink came over. Half the guys in my catholic high school were Italian, and even decades later, this is like a dream to me. When I get tired of mouthing the fabric of his underwear, I put my two thumbs under his waist band and yank it down. They slide the ground and he gracefully steps out of them.

I lick his balls, and as I rake my eyes up his perfect abs I see him staring down with great interest. Suddenly I mouth his dick and he moans in excitement. I run my hands over his firm butt, just feeling every inch of him and he begins to hump into my mouth, slamming his fat dick head against my throat. I pull off, and see that it’s huge, with a slight curve upwards, so thick it’s oval shaped with a flat top. And, unlike many thick cocks I’ve seen, it’s long too. I push him toward the bed, and he sits on it.

“Where-ever you’re most comfortable,” he says. Soon we are both on the bed, and I am on my knees between his outstretched legs, deep-throating him. I’m not sure it’s working, but he seems to be enjoying it. We go for a while, and when I stop for a break, he gets up and throws one leg off the bed. What’s going on?

He gets up, then motions for me to lie down. He reaches down, grabs my arms and yanks me, so I’m face up, with my head hanging off the side of the bed. When I open my mouth, he smiles, then reaches down and grabs his dick, aiming it. With a gentle nudge, it goes all the way, hitting parts of my throat that have never been hit before. I don’t usually gag. I can hold my breath, but somehow, there is some spot deep in there that doesn’t want to be hit that I didn’t even know about. I let him hump a few times before I have to let out a deep breath, and he pulls off and lets me lick his balls a little, balancing his massive cock on my chin. I look up and see him staring back at me, with an odd smile on his face.

He goes in, again sliding it deep within my throat. He doesn’t fuck, but is just letting it sit there and slowly slide out again so I can take a breath. I wonder if it’s even working for him. Most guys in their 20s and 30s need to be stroked quickly to get anywhere. After a few more times, he pulls out all the way.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he asks.

“In my throat.” My voice is raspy. “Deep, deep in my throat.” Makes sense. He’d said he just turned 18.

He gazes down at me and smiles. I look deep into his brown eyes, I can see fire in them, an adventurous spirit, and something else—a hunger and excitement, like a fox about to capture his prey. “I’m almost going to cum,” he says. He uses his hand to point his dick again, and leaning his body forward, slides in. Once again his weighty balls are resting on the bridge of my nose and I’m staring up his ass crack.

I’m holding my breath, with my hands pressed against his thighs, ready to but trying my best not to shove him off of me. He’s barely thrusting, resting it there like a python in a log. He just twitches his hips a little, pulling it in and out mere millimeters. I think he’s edging. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. I can feel myself getting dizzy, but I tell myself I am deep under the ocean, with no way to take a breath until I break the surface.

Suddenly his breathing quickens. He moans deeply in ecstasy and inches from my face I can see his ass muscles squeezing together as I feel my throat filling with heat: blast after blast of the teen’s thick load. It lasts more than 10 seconds until he pulls out, dribbling cum up the side of my face, over my forehead and into my hair. Immediately, I roll onto my side and launch into a coughing fit.

I manage to hold up my hand. “I’m OK. Thanks, I liked it,” is all I manage to get out.

He laughs. “Good, I think it was a lot.”

I grin, finally able to suppress the coughs. “It was.”

We chat for a minute. He’s visiting from Italy with his dad. Montreal is a nice place. I’m surprised people stay out so late here, but where he comes from, they do as well. But he agrees that there’s just something different in Montreal. A feel-good feeling of friendliness, and a more vibrant culture.

“Can I use your washroom?” he asks.

I nod, and he goes into the small washroom (a closet within a closet) to clean up and apparently also to comb his hair. I grab my phone and text Z to come back.

No sooner has the Italian teen left than my friend opens the door.  He’s suspicious. “I saw him in the lobby. He was looking at me. How did he know it was me?”

Lucky guess? I might have described Z a little to him in the texts.

“Yeah, I was sitting near the elevator and he gave me the strangest look… and then he was on his phone. Seemed pretty happy.”

Strangled

“I’ve been reading your stories,” he writes.

It’s an 18 year old black guy. His profile picture has him looking up seductively from a pillow.

“Which one did you like?”

“I like them all. Can I see ur pics again?”

We met once about eight months ago. It had to be on campus, because he was between classes.

“I’m on campus could I come” he asks.

It’s almost 6pm. Those pesky janitors will start to poke around the washrooms soon. “Sure, I’m around.”

“Kk.”

I continue reading some stuff online. I get about two minutes into it when I see the message.

“I’m here. In the washroom.”

Shit. I scramble my stuff together and run to the nature building. My favourite washroom is in the basement of the nature building. It’s where I did my second ever BJ, and many since. It is usually pretty safe. But now, I can see the cleaning staff’s supply cart is already wheel out and waiting.

I knock quietly and the door opens by itself, to an empty washroom. When I walk in, he is tucked behind the door.

The youth is tall, and wearing a gray hoodie. I stare at him while I take off my coat and shirt and set them on the diaper change table. I can’t stop staring at his face. His brown skin glows with the youthfulness of a teenager, and his lips are plump and inviting. Yet he is tall and strong. I can’t believe I get to suck his cock.

His hands are large, and he unbuckles his belt with long jointed fingers. “You want me to piss in your mouth?” he asks.

He really has been reading my stories! “Sure!” I tell him, kneeling down. He lowers his black underwear and pulls out his dick, which must be 8” long, and points it down at the floor. I get down and put my mouth on it and wait.

Right away, he puts a hand under my chin and yanks my head up to look at him.

“When I’m ready, I’ll let you know.”

“Yes sir.” I kneel before him and wait obediently. In the silence, I can hear the sink dripping. I stay perfectly still, just waiting and ready to take his stream.

“It’s too hard, so just suck it,” he says.

I obey, wrapping my mouth around it and suckle it like a popsicle.

He grabs my shoulders with his large strong hands and shoves me against the wall, leaning into my mouth so much that he rests his knees against my triceps, and then he face-fucks me.

He grabs my hands in his, and places them on his butt. Then he slaps his ass with my hand. The slap echos in the bathroom, and I fear it could be heard outside the thin door. Still, when he takes his hand away, I slap him again, and squeeze his butt cheek, rolling it in my hands. In response, he shoves his dick further in my mouth.

He stands up and I stay there obediently, letting his dick plop from my mouth. In response, he grabs my chin and makes me look up at him. “Don’t stop,” he commands. “Don’t ever stop for anything.” When I nod my head, he uses his other hand to pick up his massive dick and shoves it into my mouth once again.

I comply, bobbing my head back and forth between his body and the concrete wall.

Then I feel his hands caress my shoulders. They slowly move up my neck, caressing my skin. His hands are so large they can wrap all the way around my neck with no effort. Suddenly they start to squeeze. My windpipe is being compressed by his grip. I am being strangled. I look up at him, eyes wide, and see his face. The world slows down for me. His lips move: “Don’t stop.” he mouths soundlessly. My blood is pounding in my eyes and I am afraid. My mind is racing. He digs his two thumbs painfully into the side of my windpipe. Every detail of his face is burning into my brain now. His plump lips glisten in the bathroom light. His left ear has small a gold star earring. I even notice his eyebrow hair, one errant black strand juts out longer than the others. His eyes are deep brown staring into mine with cold fascination, as he squeezes the life out of me, because nobody every let him do this before. We are intimately connected; we are aggressor and victim. I can see his thoughts and I am scared. The sound of blood rushing in my ears is deafening as he continues to squeeze.

At last he lets up and I gasp for breath, sucking in air around his dick which is even harder now. Don’t stop, I tell myself, and bob my head up and down. He reaches down my back and pulls on the back of my underwear, giving me a wedgie, as he bends forward it becomes difficult to move, my cheek is mashed up against his abs, and I struggle to flick my tongue against his giant throbbing cockhead. Still, he keeps on pulling up, and I can hear the first of many seams of my $35 pump underwear ripping. He relentlessly pulls, and I wince as I hear each stitch rip apart. I feel the fabric bunch together into a tight thin rope and it digs into my anus. My ass is exposed to the cold bathroom air now. That’s when I feel his hand slap my ass. The slap rings out in the bathroom. Again, he slaps me, five, six times, each harder than the last. I cry out in pain, but my cries are muffled against his thigh.

It just makes him hornier. He stands there before me, cock jutting into my mouth and watches while I suck him. “Slower,” he says. I slow down, almost stopping. Too slow. He grabs my head and moves it for me, showing me what he wants.

“I’m gettin’ close.”

I slow down again, obediently, almost stopping.

“No, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” With that, I feel his hands reach around my neck again, his large hands closing around my windpipe. This time, as he tightens his grip, he starts to fuck my mouth. I look up, trying to see his face again, but this time he has not bothered to move his shirt, and all I can see is the thick fabric of his hoodie. The blood rushes to my ears, and I begin to notice things. The zipper of his hoodie, the gray and white fibers of this fabric, stitched into microscopic triangles. Time slows down and I can no longer breath, or move in his strong grip. His thumbs stab my throat painfully and he thrusts deeper each time. Although seconds have passed I feel like I can’t breath and I am filled with dread… I am not going to be able to take another breath until he is done with me. My eyes feel huge, like they are going to explode in their sockets. My mind circles in panic. Can he even think straight like this? What if he squeezes harder? Every sense is heightened. I can even taste the subtle saltiness of his pre-cum.

After an eternity, it happens. He grips my neck not releasing it and gasps as his cum courses through his massive penis. With each pulse, his grip slackens and soon I am gasping, sucking in life-giving air so fast I accidentally choke on his thick cum.

“Sorry about the underwear,” he says.

“That’s OK, I have lots,” I tell him. My voice is hoarse.

“Good. You better fucking write a story,” he says, and the door closes behind him.

I immediately lock it so the janitor can’t come in, and look in the mirror. My eyes are bloodshot and my hair is wild. My neck has two blotches of red skin where his thumbs were. I lean over the sink and splash some water over my face, run my fingers through my hair. It has never felt so good to be alive.

Spare period

“U have a car?” he asks.

I don’t like car fun. It’s cramped and it takes forever to find a good spot where nobody can see you. But this guy was a hot middle eastern dude, and only 18, so I make an exception.

“Sure.” Once you have a “yes”, it’s best to say as little as possible.

“Can you do 10:45 today? AM. At 10:45 I”m on break at school.

“Actually, I can.”

“When u get in the parking, send me a pic of the school so I know where you’re parked.”

I arrive at the high school, behind the student drop off area. Some teachers are getting in and out of cars around me. I take a photo of the school from my car window. Then I wait.

Soon, a tall serious looking middle-eastern guy comes out. He has long black hair and a red backpack.

“Hi,” I say. “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah” he says.

He’s uptight. I know how he’s feeling, and I just need to make him as comfortable as possible. “I figure we’ll go behind the Walmart. There’s some out of the way places there. Have you done this before?”

“One time. That time we also went to the Walmart.”

“Oh great.” We drive to the Walmart and I try to talk about the weather, but he makes only one-word responses. I turn down the service lane in the back. “There’s some power lines down this road, that’s a good spot.”

“Actually we can probably go right here,” he says, pointing to the loading dock. It is deserted and strewn with garbage, burst open milk containers and leaves. But it’s out of the way.

“Sure, OK.” With growing uneasiness, I pull in and stop the car, and look at him. He’s pulling down his pants and out pops the largest, thickest dick. I mean it looks like one of those fake dildos.

“Wow,” I exclaim, and bend down to give it a lick.

He doesn’t really make noises so I have a hard time figuring out what to do.

“Oh shit! There’s people,” he suddenly exclaims.

I look up in a panic, and see a man at the loading dock curtains, pushing back the large plastic flaps he squints at us in the sunlight. I start the car, grinding the starter and back out, missing by inches the transport truck backing in right beside us.

“Woah, that was close,” I exclaim breathlessly.

“Yeah”

“They probably don’t care, they just want to get their jobs done,” I tell him, and myself.

We drive behind the power tower I originally had in mind. I position the car so that we can get out in a hurry. Normally there could be joggers here, but now there’s a shallow pond from the storm blocking the way, so it should be safe.

I get down to his cock. “Is there any part you liked, uh, better?” I ask, trying to get some hint out of him.

“All of it,” he says, unhelpfully. As I bend down he adds, “I liked it when you go deep. And grab my balls, that feels good.”

I take a huge breath, lean down over the emergency brake, and take his dick into my mouth, sliding it all the way down to the back until it won’t go any further. Here is where I stay, making swallowing motions, massaging the side of his dick with the whole length of my tongue. I can hear him gasping as he presses his hands against the car door, ever careful not to touch me. I reach over with my left hand and slide them under his balls, feeling their weight in my palm, massaging them while I suck to give him the maximum pleasure.

After a while, I stop for breath, and a drop of sweat falls from my forehead unto his thigh.

“If you’re tired, we can stop…”

“No, I like it, ” I rasp.

But he grabs it anyway. “If you want I’ll jerk off into your mouth.”

“Great!” As I sit up I realize how much my back is aching from the weird angles, and I’m actually relieved.

He leans back in the passenger seat, closes his eyes and strokes his cock. I watch the morning sunlight dance over his features and admire his jet black long hair. “It’s gonna be a while,” he tells me.

I’m OK with that. At least I know I had no chance.

After an eternity, he says “I’m cumming.” I reached down and mouth his cock head as he jerks it, hitting my lips with his fingers. It is larger than ever, and feels impossibly smooth and hot against my tongue.

“Uhhhh…” he breathes. His hand is a blur now as he tries to desperately get relief from the pressure inside his balls. He’s silent now, not even breathing. The only sounds are the fapping of skin and odd clicks of his cock head rubbing against my lips. He takes another huge breath and goes silent again. His thighs open up, and there’s a thump as his knees hit against the glove box. He tenses every muscle in his body and his butt is lifting off the seat now. I start to breath through my mouth, whooshing the air around his dick, now slick with juices. As I suck in air, his load finally comes shooting out, and I noisily slurp up a large blob of his semen. I let him rest there with his cock in my mouth as he relaxes and settles into the seat with his dick draining delicious load and mixing with my saliva.

“Thank-you. That was enjoyable,” he says, as if I made him watch the last Game of Thrones and he’s trying to be fucking polite about it.

I drive him back to school. His next period starts at 11:30 (Science, but he hates his teacher) so we just make it in time. I pull into the student drop-off area and let him out. He tosses his red backpack over his shoulder and heads back to the school’s back door.

When I look him up the next day, his profile says he wants to try bottoming.

Make out

I meet him by the fountain. The 18 year old is out-of-Africa black. I promised him we’d make out and a blowjob. Right away we both head toward the direction of my favourite campus bathroom.

“You’ve been here before, eh?” I ask.

“Yeah. Do you work here?” His deep voice drips with an African accent that I’d only heard in movies.

“I work close by,” I tell him. I follow him down the stairs and we both slip into the bathroom. He locks the door behind us and turns to me. As he comes up to me, I can tell that he’s a good three inches taller than me.

He takes the lead, bends down and presses his lips to mine. They are plump and soft, and he kisses with a soft gentleness at first, barely opening his mouth. I feel his hand reaching behind my back under my shirt, caressing me. I do the same, reaching under his sweater, running my hands along his back. His hands venture lower, slip into my pants. I’m overjoyed to do the same, feeling all the hills and valley of his tight butt, and slowly venturing under, where I feel his wiry pubes. As we kiss, I slowly lower his jeans until they are only half covering his butt cheeks. With great interest, I caress the front of his pelvis, and slide my hand down his penis, finally wrapping my fingers around it. They do not close – I realize with excitement it is about the same thickness as my arm.

He stops kissing me. “Take off yo shirt,” he commands. I raise my arms as he carefully lifts my T-Shirt and tosses it into the corner. Then, without hesitation, he reaches down and undoes my belt. My jeans slip down and he grabs my cock in his hand and starts to stroke it. “Oh yeah,” I moan, letting out a sigh as I lean my head back and shut my eyes. That’s when he leans down and plants his lips on mine again. He thrusts himself forward and my back hits the cold tiles on the wall, knocking the wind out of me.

He is breathing hard now through his nose, and our lips are locked together. His tongue bursts through my lips, then withdraws, and thrusts forward again. I cannot move. His whole body is pressed against mine, and his large hands are gripping my ass. I feel his hard cock through his pants, and his finger slips into my ass, poking my tight hole, forcing its way inside.

My hand is also gripped around his cock. I pull up and with great difficulty it pops out of his pants. It rests on my abdomen for all of two seconds before he starts to thrust into me. The thing is like a third arm between us, rolling against my rib cage, almost reaching my nipple. But there is little I can do but succumb as he invades my mouth with his tongue.

He stops to catch his breath, gently kissing my neck, and I can finally open my eyes and drink in the perfect body of the black teenager who’s groping me. I run my hand up his penis. “Can I put it in my mouth?”

He smiles and nods, finally releasing me. I drop down to my knees before him. Even though it’s hard, his cock still hangs down under its weight. The end is cut and shaped like a missile, cleaved in half by his giant piss slit. I open my lips and press forward, and I feel it bump against my throat. I’m looking straight down a tree trunk, at his tiny black curls, and realizing that I’ve only just got the head in. It fills my mouth completely although I have opened as wide as I can. I’ve only once before been granted the privilege of sucking such a massive member, though it required him to do most of the thrusting. I tentatively try moving it in and out, feeling like a python trying to swallow a jeep.

“Just a minute,” he says, and moves away. He stands in front of the bathroom mirror a moment, seemingly lost in thought. Then he turns to me and I almost have to duck.

“What time did you say you have to go?”

“11:40,” I answered, not sure what time it was. “But I’m OK to stay a little.”

He kneels down and pulls his phone out of his jeans on the floor, then barely glances at it. “Actually, I have to go,” he announces.

“Oh, sure.” I’m disappointed. I can’t help but stare in amazement as gets dressed and casually tucks his manhood down the inside of his left pant leg with practiced ease.

Well, he was a good kisser.

Ali

I hover outside the door of the dilapidated student condo, just across the street from the University, waiting for him to come to the door. Instead, a message comes up.

“Enter the code 9134 and come downstairs”

I peer down at the keypad and punch them in. The door unlocks and I’m in. The staircase is unkempt and muddy from salt and snow. As I round the flight of stairs I see the door at the bottom open. I only see him when I get in front of it.

Ali is 18, as far as I care to know. In the photo he sent me, he was well groomed with a thin black goatee, staring up from the pillow at his camera with large alluring brown eyes. His brown skin was smooth, making me worry about his age. I’m relieved when I see him in person. The guy at the door is a little older. And a little rounder.

I smile. He’s still got the eyes, but the rest of him has succumbed to the frosh fifteen. He’s cute though, and I can’t imagine him needing to ever catfish by sending a fake photo.

He quietly leads me to his room, the first of several in the large basement apartment.

“My room’s a mess. Sorry.” he says.

“Ah, that’s ok.” The smell of rotting chicken is in the air, and several unwashed plates are on his dresser. Several day’s worth of underwear is on the floor.

“Mind if we turn off the light?” He switches off the light, plunging us into the dim glow from the streetlamps outside.

“I have to say, I’m surprised,” I tell him as I toss my coat on the floor. “When we talked a few months ago you were just looking for people to hang out and watch movies together.”

He laughs. “Before, I was looking for friends. And now I am like ‘just fuck it.‘”

He’s standing close to the bed, unsure of what to do.

I sidle up to him, and reach over with one hand and pull my shirt off, in one practised motion. He fumbles with his own, but it’s too late. I’m right in front of him. “Want to make out?” I ask.

As our lips touch, he kisses with the starved passion of a horny teenager. He engulfs my whole mouth and our faces twist against each-other as he nibbles my lips. Growing bolder, his tongue invades my own.

Our hands travel, caressing each other’s bodies. Mine roam downwards, and I cup his hardness which is pressing against his sweat pants.  This is why I am here.

I pull away and looking into his eyes for approval, I slowly pull down his pants. He cooperates eagerly and in a moment we are both nude.

We resume kissing and my own cock pokes against his abdomen. In a moment I feel his dick make its way between my legs; it curves upwards and as I am standing I feel like I am riding on it. I can feel him begin to hump against my perineum. I open my eyes and he looks into them with uncertainty, even as he continues to thrusts against me. I allow this. With every motion, my own dick slides along his abdomen.

Finally I reach down between my legs, and grab his invading cock in my fist. As I stroke it I watch his eyes to roll back into his head in pleasure.

He’s gasping. I feel the slickness of his precum between my fingers.

“I really want to suck you,” he says.

I release him. “Go ahead.”

He kicks aside some textbooks on his bedroom floor, kneels down before me, and grasps my cock in his hands. He tries to get a good look, but there is not much to see in the darkness, aside from it’s length. It’s bigger than his, anyway. I flex it to make sure he knows that.

He takes a deep breath, and I gasp as suddenly I am engulfed in the warm softness of the teen’s mouth. He begins to suck with such skill, I swear he’s been doing it for years.

“God that’s good,” I exclaim, and reach behind his head to caress his thick black hair. I pull his head toward me and thrust slightly, making him suck me the way I like.

Maybe I thrust too hard or something. Anyway, he grabs my dick with his other hand and starts to stroke me off, while sucking. I feel  my balls getting ready to gush and realize I can’t take much more so I push him off. (I always like to stay horny.)

He stands up and this time I’m kneeling, back against the bed. His penis is already quivering and leaking, so I start off slowly, moving from the bottom to the tip, then back to the bottom again. He wants it so bad, I feel his hands on me, too afraid to press me, but just trying to nudge me closer to his cock head.

I make him wait before finally taking him into my mouth, just a little at first, then more until it’s in my throat, where it belongs.

I swallow and move my tongue, caressing it’s entire area and he gasps.

Then, his hands are on my shoulders, steadying himself as he pulls out, and begins to thrusts in on his own. He seems to like the tip moving through my lips. I have fun caressing his butt in my palms.

Then he stops, lays on the bed, face up. I get between his legs, eager to resume, but his hand is there, stroking himself. I move near him to lick his balls and inhale the heady aroma of his scent.

“You want me to cum on your face?” he asks suddenly.

“No, I like to taste it.”  I tell him.

That spurs him on, as his body arches into the air, his head pressed low into the pillow. His hand is a blur.

“Go now. Take it now–” he says, and I feel his other hand clumsily behind my ear, trying to direct me. I lunge at his cock, grabbing it between my lips. His hand moves lower down the shaft to make room, but still moving madly.

“Ahhh ahh—” he grunts, voice breaking into a falsetto.  “I’m cummming!“

When I started my adventures I wanted desperately to feel a man cumming inside my mouth. I soon found that  this was difficult. For one, cum is at body temperature, so it doesn’t really feel like anything. Often, it’s without taste as well. So I do appreciate the announcement. But this time, for once, I can feel it too. The teen’s cock spasms and his hips shoot up into the air and at the same moment I feel it hitting smack in the middle of my tongue, with all of the pressure of a dentist’s water pick. He keeps shooting, five shots in all, and I can actually feel its thickness against my tongue.

I gulp it down, and then keep sucking gently as his hand falls against his thigh and he lays there, chest heaving. I suck all I can, until he starts to giggle and wriggle away. Cut guys get sensitive.

As I get my clothes back on, he reluctantly gets up from his drowsy aftermath.

“Wait let me check for my roommates,” he warns me. He pokes his head out of his room, then gives me me the signal to go.

I quietly leave and disappear into the night.