Damn...do tell us more about the Italian!
This was back when WW II was just about to be over. Mussolini was killed three or four months after this fucking. It was the first time in my lifetime that it had been safe to be on the High Seas, because you rode a train to New York, which was 2 days, then caught a ship to London, which was another 6 days. It took time in London to get new clothes made, because it was a day and time when people dressed much more formally than you do now. You'd wear a suit and tie to school, after high school, and I was trying to look like a college kid. Then you'd go across the English Channel by Ferri to Callais, then by train to Paris and then to Rome. All of this would take you more than 2 weeks, and the return took nearly that much time.
My father was determined that I wouldn't have some parochial outlook based on experiences that only affected the local area, so as soon as it was safe to be on the High Seas, he sent me and some a school teacher couple (supposedly to watch me! LOL) to Europe. Although I'm pretty sure he didn't intend for me to be having the sexual experiences I WAS having. LOL The war was about to end, and Mussolini was killed about three months after I got to Rome. Americans were liberators and were loved by everyone in Italy. Patton was very popular.
So I'm standing on the Spanish Steps, looking and feeling fucking hot. A small crowd had gathered in this spot to shield two guys doing oral sex. Percy Bysshe Shelly and John Keets, the English Romantic Era poets (I think
Broke Straight Boys Forum Members would characterize John Keats as "believably straight" but Shelly was totally nelly! LOL) had had an apartment that overlooked the steps, and because of that the place attracted gay people back then, and is a REALLY gay place today.
So I'm watching the oral action with a hard dick, and this Italian just walks across and pulls me out from the front of the crowd. In those days we didn't have good lubes, and I hated the "Just SPIT and determination" way of getting a big dick into your ass, so I never left home without a small jar of vasoline which was sold everwhere in little round jars) He reaches around and gets my vasoline, loosens my pants, lifts my shirt and coat up, and holds me under my arms and behind my head.
This Italian had a hot little wingman that lubed up his dick and licked on my dick and balls while he was fucking me. Not really sucking me but I still remember that tongue. This Italian was slamming my ass, and I can still feel his balls slamming me when he fucked. He was behind me and speaking Italian right into my ear. I have no idea what he was saying, but I'm pretty sure it was hot as fucking hell. This talkig and fucking busted the cum out of me and when his hot little wingman saw I was about to bust, he stood up and made me cum all over his dick and balls. And the Italian came inside me. As I'd walk around that evening, the cum would drip out of my ass, and down my leg.
And as soon as he busted, the Italian and the wingman, left and never even looked back at me, and left me to deal with the cum all over my new clothes and dripping out my ass and down my leg. But I handled it. LOL Damn that was some fucking.