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Over the years…2The next year was shit. Work suffered, I suffered, but most of all, Sylvia suffered I couldn’t admit to my problems, when quizzed, almost on a daily basis, as to what she had done wrong. Our sex life was in the toilet I just couldn’t get it up, and when I did I couldn’t last. She accused me of having an affair, blah blah, then blamed herself saying I thought she was ugly and fat….Work was a nightmare and a saviour. I couldn’t deal with office based work, my concentration had cost us money. They put me back on the road…staying in hotels during the week. Back to where id been years ago. Hotels I hear you say…nice…believe me its overrated Anyone that’s done it knows its ok for a while but its sole destroying after a few years. But right then it got me away from Sylvia wanting her cunt filled every night…Maybe she could get some strange while im away. Those nights away gave me time to get my head sorted. Also give me opportunities to see if I wanted to try to see if I could replicate Paris. I FAILED MISERABLY. A night in Glasgow nearly got me a good hiding and had to leg it quick from a bar in the city centre. I went into `hibernation`. For months after I did my best to keep Sylvia happy. Lots of oral and finger fucking before finishing off sticking a not very hard cock in her cunt. She was happier I was making the effort, but things were strained. It was coming up to her 40th birthday and I booked a surprise trip to Rome. She didn’t know where we were going until we got to the airport, ecstatic when I told her.When we got to the hotel she was delirious with joy. Her whole life seemed to be back on track, she thought….I even gave her the best sex she had had in over a year. I had the best hard on id had for a long time. My 7″ cock worked well and I pounded her hard. She screamed loud thinking she had won her man back. Truth….my thoughts of last year and maybe replicating it got her the pounding she took to be a man and wife finding each other again.We cleaned up and went into Piazza Navona and blew a hundred euros on very little. Its so fucking dear. Sylvia was still on a monumental high. She was hinting that we would be at it again soon with a smile on her face. I was worried again, could I perform like before…I doubted it We had a walk around, then went back to the hotel and had a drink in the residents lounge. A couple off our flight were in there and we joined them for a nightcap, which, thankfully, took her mind of wanting sex. She fell asleep straight away.Next day we went to Vatican square, a place id wanted to visit for years. I loved it. Could have wandered round there for days….no problem. She got bored, and off we went to the Spanish Steps. I got bored. Spanish Steps wow….not… Sylvia wanted to browse the shops, I didn’t, so she went off and I went for a beer. I was sitting in the bar people watching, when my eyes stopped at two guys, obviously gay, fussing over each other at the bar. I got hard watching them…not because I wanted canlı bahis to be fussed over like they were behaving but because I wanted, and needed to do something with a hard cock not my own. I let my mind wander as to what they had done this morning…had they sucked or fucked…who gave and who took…who was dominant etc etc . I decided I had to do something this holiday. How??? that was the problem. How stupid am I ?? The internet. Find a gay bar. Taxi. Sorted. That was the plan….now how to get away… that’s a problem. I would have to sleep on that one. Back to the hotel, and I was invigorated again. My plan in mind I was able to get rock hard and I satisfied her again…her not knowing that watching my cock sliding in her cunt, I saw as a strange mans cock sliding down my throat. How I longed to gag on a big hard cock…even a normal size one.. FUCK I DONT KNOW…ANY COCK. Then I wanted to know if a man sucked cock better than a woman. I read somewhere that a woman eats cunt better than a man, so the same should apply to sucking cock. And I was determined to find out.Over breakfast I told Sylvia that I wanted to spend a day at the Vatican..maybe go to the Sistine chapel. She didn’t fancy it. We compromised and decided I would spent the afternoon there and she would spent some time by the pool, then we would go by bus and see Rome by night. RESULT. I was so excited I might have fucked her again, but decided to keep my spunk for a better time. Hopefully soon. Via di San Giovanni in Laterno was one of the only areas listed on the internet, just off the Colloseum. Sounded appropriate. A GLADATOR..The taxi dropped me off and I found the street mentioned. All the bars were closed, not surprising really… it was only midday. There was a café though and it was open and doing business. The outside seating area was all taken so I was lucky to get a seat inside…. my stomach doing somersaults, my cock filling with blood. I ordered a coffee and looked around. It was vibrant, friendly, cosmopolitan but nothing obviously gay. A guy about my age was talking to two young girls on a nearby table. I couldn’t make out the accent, he was to far away, but the girls left anyway. I saw him order another coffee. We all, at some point in our lives have been caught by someone, male or female, looking at them. That few awkward seconds where you either look away or brazen it out. I brazened it out, watching for a reaction. he smiled and nodded. I took that as a maybe.. maybe.. he understood. I hope he did because I sure as hell didn’t. He kept looking and I smiled back each time. It was like time was standing still. He drank his coffee, picked up a paper, and walked by me heading through a door which was in the corner of the café. Well, I thought, nothing ventured nothing gained. So, up I got and opened the door following who…I didn’t know. I was expecting toilets, but there was nothing except a corridor with one door on each side and a door at the end which was partly open. bahis siteleri I walked along the corridor towards the open door, banishing thoughts of flight. I pushed the door open, and walked into a courtyard which was obviously under renovation and not open to the general public. The workmen for some reason were not there, so it was very quiet. The man I had followed was looking at what looked like the plans for the job in hand. He put the plans down and turned towards me. I don’t know why but English people some how always look English. He spoke in very good English and asked if I was having a good holiday. He had a really smooth voice which seemed to calm me down and slow my heart. I seemed to sink into his presence, it sort of seemed he had a way of understanding I was in such inner turmoil. Up closer to him, I saw a man probably mid 40`s tanned, confident, but really, no different to me. He asked if I would like some wine, or a beer…I declined. He said his name was Luca and this was his brothers café. He was overseeing the renovations while he had a few days off. The two girls he had been talking to were his daughter and her friend. We chatted for a while and asked why I was here without my wife. I got a little tongue tied thinking I had made a huge mistake. After stammering a load of garbage he took me by the arm and said “its ok, come with me”. He took me to the rear of the area, where there was a small swimming pool, which was still under construction. There was a drinks dispenser which was in operation and he got two bottles of water out. `In Rome, gay life is frowned on. To many countries around the world it is virtually a death sentence. This street we are on is one of the few there is in the city. My brother is gay, and has had much trouble over the years but is determined to see it through.` He opened a water bottle and handed it to me. `I am married with a family, my wife is very beautiful. However, I saw the look in your eyes in the café, and it was the look of a man who was looking for something. I have seen that look many times in this area.`He walked away back to the door at the end of the corridor, locked it and returned. He then gave me a short lecture on sexuality, and how, to have sex with a same sex person, doesn’t necessarily make you into a homosexual. HE made it sound more like a learning curve. He took his mobile out of his pocket, turned it off, then started to undress. I stood spellbound as this man.. Luca.. stripped down to his underpants. He then leaned back with his backside and hands resting on a garden table. I looked down to his crotch and saw that he was already starting to get aroused. Luca had thrown the ball into my court, and now it was sink or swim. I was sweating profusely by now, and slipped my shirt off, using it as a towel to mop my brow. I sank to my knees looking up into his smiling face. He just nodded and let me take things at my pace. My hands were shaking so much as I traced the outline of his cock through his bahis şirketleri trunks. I used two fingers to run back and forth along his hardening cock. His eyes were locked on mine as he smiled, not mocking, but encouraging. I put both hands into the waist band of his trunks and pulled down. His cock wobbled a couple of times in front of my eyes.. inches from my mouth a virgin mouth…I looked up one more time and he said `first time?` I nodded.I took it in one hand and savoured the moment, it was much the same size as mine, just with a defined curve in it. Mine was straight. I felt it pulse, as I let my hand travel up and down this throbbing curved cock in my hand.This seemed to last for ages, before I took it in both hands and worshiped my first penis entering my mouth and letting my tongue lap over the crown of this blood filled treasure. The moment was made even more special, when Luca ran his hand through my hair and offered me kind words of encouragement. I let my tongue slip under the length and pulled him to me, allowing his cock to slip to the back of my throat. This was a special moment for me, because this was the moment I had waited for for certainly one year… probably more. I let it slide in and out of my mouth taking a deep breath each time. I was gearing myself up to go for a deeper penetration in my throat, and was getting my breathing right for that special moment. Luca didn’t exist now… only his cock. I plunged forward and felt it hit my throat and I tried to swallow at the same time as it hit. I gagged and coughed but, took a deep breath and got a rhythm going again. Next time I got it right and timed it perfect. My throat took the surplus flesh and I had his whole cock nearly swallowed. IT felt perfect. I pulled out and dove straight back on. He took me by the ears AND virtually fucked my face with his cock. In and out he rammed me until he pulled out and shot rope after rope onto my face and chest. He took a handkerchief out wiped his cock offering me the cum stained cloth afterwards. I now felt a bit empty, was that it, would he blow me? fuck me? no, that seemed to be it. Luca was getting dressed. He looked back at me, smiled, and said `if you would like to get yourself off I would love to watch you`. That was obviously his way of saying… ive helped you, but I don’t do it back, and I don’t fuck either. I was still hard as fuck and desperate for release, so I whipped it out and thrashed my cock as we watched me intently. His eyes never left my hand working furiously, my eyes burning into his. I didn’t last long and came in spurts, jetting across the flagstones. It was over. We dressed in silence and he offered me water which I accepted gladly. I cleaned up as best I could, but I really needed a shower as I could feel the cum drying in my hair. I walked with him to the door and as he unlocked it he turned and said, `Rome is a dangerous place. Be very careful. Go home to your wife and think long and hard what you are doing. What we did was innocent. c***ds play. Your next step is a big one. Good luck my friend` Then he shook my hand, and left. I caught a cab and somehow got back to the hotel. He was right, I do have a lot to think about. But I was pretty sure my mind was made up.!!!
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