[Having sex with a muscular Italian man]

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Having Sex with a Muscular Italian Man
Author: Unknown
Published: 2010/02/22
Before my business trip, I went to a chat room in Dalian hoping to meet a muscular man there, but after chatting for a while, I didn't meet anyone suitable
(mainly because I was too cautious), and I was a little depressed. After a day's work, I returned to my
hotel, the Kempinski. While waiting for the elevator, a foreigner came in, probably in his thirties, of medium height, wearing a very stylish
suit, with short, slightly wavy black hair, a bronze face, very angular features, thick
eyebrows, deep-set eyes, a high nose, and firm lips—very sexy and pleasing to the eye, making it hard for me to look
away. The elevator arrived, and he politely let me go first. I returned his smile. I pressed
my own floor button and asked him which floor he was on, wanting to help him press his. He smiled and said, "Same floor, thank you." We
got out of the elevator together and walked towards the hallway without saying anything more. We discovered we were staying diagonally across from each other, so we smiled
at each other and said goodbye.
Back in my room, I couldn't stop thinking about that handsome foreigner. But I knew it was just wishful thinking.
Bored that evening, after showering, I went to the German bar on the hotel's basement floor. I ordered a pitcher of beer and
sat at a small two-person table. A Filipino band was playing, and at first, I didn't find it interesting.
I quietly drank my beer and listened to the music, occasionally glancing around to see if there were any men I liked. Then,
I saw the foreigner from across the hall arrive, now wearing maroon linen trousers and a t-shirt. He stood at the entrance
, looking around as if searching for an empty seat. Our eyes met, he paused slightly, and we both nodded
. He then came over and asked if anyone else was sitting next to me, and if I minded sitting with him. Unable to hide my
excitement, I invited him to sit with me. He also ordered a beer.
We chatted for a bit, and I learned he was Italian (no wonder he's so handsome and dresses so tastefully
), and he was also here on a business trip. But the music was very loud, so we didn't talk much, and I'm
always quiet with people I don't know well, even those I like; I guess he was the same.
Then the Filipino girl sang
two English songs, "Simple the Best" and "What Supplement." I was incredibly excited and sang along (I'd
heard Zhang Liangying sing these songs during the Super Girl competition, and since then I'd become a fan, so I learned to sing them too.
I never expected to hear a Filipino girl singing them here; I wondered if she sang them because of Zhang Liangying
, or if these are just common songs in bars?). Seeing me join in, the girl, while singing the second song, actually
walked off the stage and pulled me up to sing with her. Since nobody here knew me,
I let loose and sang my heart out. I saw the handsome Italian man below clapping and shouting excitedly,
so I sang even harder.
Afterwards, the Italian praised my singing, and we immediately relaxed and started chatting
. He told me his name was Mario.
After chatting for a while, he asked if I was married or had a girlfriend. I said no, paused for a moment, and then told
him I was gay. (I was so direct because I felt there was no need to hide it from a stranger,
and I wanted to see his reaction; I had a little expectation, haha.)
To my surprise, he calmly smiled and said, "Me too!" This answer surprised me, but also made me
a little embarrassed. We stared at each other for a while, then burst into laughter. He asked me some
questions about homosexuality in China and told me about the situation there. Although Italy is the center of Catholicism,
it is actually quite tolerant of homosexuality. He said that most Italian homosexuals like Westerners, South Americans
, and North Africans, and don't seem to be very interested in Easterners, but he really likes Eastern men. What
he said stirred something within me, and I replied that I liked Western things…
We chatted more and more, but suddenly we both fell silent, listening to music quietly for a while. He said he wanted to go upstairs and
asked if I wanted to stay there. I said I wanted to go back too. We went upstairs and stood at our respective doorways, but
hesitated to take out our key cards. After a moment of silence, I mustered my courage and asked him, “You want to…” He
smiled slightly, shrugged, and nodded resignedly in agreement. I then asked him, “Come to my place?”
He said okay and started to walk over. I said, “In ten minutes?” He said OK. Once inside, I quickly
took off my clothes, went to the bathroom, unscrewed the showerhead, adjusted the water pressure, and then inserted the hose to do an
enema (I don’t know if he’s a top, but anyway, I was prepared). After cleaning myself up, I brushed
my teeth, put on my bathrobe, dimmed the lights, and waited for him. About 15 minutes later, he rang the doorbell.
My heart pounded with excitement, and my penis was already hard.
He was wearing the same clothes, but it was obvious he had showered again, or at least washed his face. He
had shaved his chin, revealing dark stubble, and smelled faintly of cologne. We gently embraced
, first stroking each other's backs through our clothes, then he slipped his hand inside my bathrobe, kneading my
buttocks, while I slipped my hand inside his clothes, caressing his strong back muscles. He pulled my bathrobe to
the floor, exposing my entire body to him. He gently cupped his hands on my breasts, rubbing them, and a wave of pleasure quickly
washed over me. I moved my hand to his front; his pectoral muscles were even more developed than mine, covered in soft hair, his
entire chest and abdomen were hairy, and it felt so good to touch.
I took off his shirt and pulled down his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear, and an
incredibly thick, Western-style penis—the kind I'd only ever seen in gay porn and online photos—was presented before my eyes. I was stunned! I
exclaimed, "Oh my god!" How thick it was! When I grasped it with my long, slender hand,
my thumb and forefinger couldn't even close together. It felt heavy in my hand, and the bulging veins on it throbbed
. Whether it wasn't fully erect yet, or because it was so long and heavy, the penis barely formed
a ninety-degree angle with his abdomen; the entire shaft had a slight upward curve, fully exposed and warm. I couldn't wait to
squat down and greedily began to suckle. I always thought my oral skills were good, but this thing was still...
The first time I tasted it, I had to pull my chin down as far as possible to take his big thing in my mouth without my teeth
touching it. I tried my best to take it in deeper, but it was too thick and long, and I could only take it a little bit in.
I gently circled my tongue around his big thing, while my lips moved back and forth, and it became even
thicker and harder to handle with my mouth.
He groaned with pleasure, and his hands unconsciously grabbed my hair. He pulled me up,
held my head in his hands, looked at me with his deep, clear blue-gray eyes, and then pressed his thin, firm lips
to mine. His tongue explored in, and I met it back. Our two soft tongues gently licked each other
, and a tingling sensation filled my whole body. His thick, big penis was between my legs, warm, and
I was already hard and erect, pressed against his hairy belly. I writhed against him, my chest
and thighs pressed against him, enjoying the comfortable feeling of his hairy body rubbing against me. As we kissed,
our naked bodies slowly fell onto the large bed, him pressing down on me.
He knelt on the bed, his legs raised, his body hovering above me. I didn't want to leave him, so I arched my back,
continuing to rub my skin against his. His lips left my mouth, but not my body, kissing
downwards little by little, from my neck to my nipples, then to my abdomen. His tongue gently circled, tracing
every inch of my skin, so pleasurable that I couldn't help but moan. He continued downwards, but bypassed my
erect penis, lightly licking my testicles and the cleft between my buttocks. I writhed in pleasure, my moans turning into
low, muffled groans. My legs were together; I wanted to open them so he could continue licking downwards, but he held
my thighs down with both hands, preventing me from separating. He forcefully pushed his tongue down between my tightly closed legs from under my testicles. Oh
my god! It felt so good! Foreigners not only have big penises, but their tongues are long too! He felt something bouncy
and warm under my buttocks—it was so stimulating!
Then he used his hand to straighten my penis, which was almost pressed against my stomach, and looked up at it, saying he hadn't expected a Chinese
man's penis to be so big. At that moment, my national pride kicked in, and I said mine was considered small in China (haha
, although I'm a bottom, I've actually met very few tops with bigger penises). He examined it for a while, then took it
in his mouth and started sucking. His mouth was so wet and hot! I felt incredibly good, and with
the excitement, I felt like I was about to climax, so I pulled him up and pressed him down below, licking him from top
to bottom just like he had done to me. Honestly, the friction between his hairy body and skin felt amazing, but the texture
wasn't as good as a smooth body; my mouth got dry in no time. I gathered my saliva and continued licking. I
played with his huge member in my hands; it felt amazing. I spread his legs and greedily licked his large testicles, buttocks, and anus
. He cried out excitedly. I turned him over and licked his back from top to bottom, thoroughly enjoying
this Italian feast.
When I licked his firm buttocks, I gently bit one, and he shuddered, letting
out a happy "oh." I continued to stick my tongue into his butt crack, and his buttocks moved in response to me. After licking
his back, I pounced on him, panting. He wrapped his strong arms around me, stroking
my back, his hand slowly moving down until it finally slid to my anus, probing there with his fingers. I asked him
, "Do you want it?" He said, "Yes!" Great! I don't know if I'll ever encounter something this big again in my life
. I'm going to enjoy it to the fullest, even if it breaks me! I regretted not bringing lubricant or a condom,
but even if I had, it probably wouldn't have been useful—that thing was too thick. I laid him flat and
started sucking on his big cock again, leaving a lot of saliva on it. I smeared some on my anus and even inserted my fingers
to stretch my opening as much as possible to accommodate his huge penis.
When it was almost there, I knelt on top of him, aligning his thick member with my opening. Relaxing,
I slowly sat down, but after only a third of it went in, I felt like I couldn't take it anymore. I lifted my hips to slow down, then
sat down again, this time getting in about halfway. I lifted again, then went in again, centimeter by centimeter
, each time getting in a little more. While I was trying, he gently kneaded my nipples to
help me relax, encouraging me with his alluring eyes.
I felt so full and hot inside, tempting me to go even deeper. Finally, I felt I could fully adjust,
so I pulled out the half-inserted cock, smeared some more saliva on it, and this time slowly sat down all the way in.
We both let out a comfortable cry at the same time—oh… With his cry, he excitedly thrust upwards
, and a sharp pain shot through the deepest part of my intestines, which had never been touched before. I jerked my hips up, and
his large penis slid out. I immediately felt the emptiness inside, gasped, and sat on top of him again. My
penis was already soft.
This time he didn't thrust upwards, patiently watching me slowly rise and fall on top of him. Gradually,
I became more and more accustomed to his diameter and length, and enjoyed it more and more. First, I moved slowly with small amplitudes, then with
large, slow amplitudes, each time letting his large penis almost completely withdraw before slowly sitting down all the way. Each time, I made an amplitude
of more than 20 centimeters. Each time I entered and exited, I focused my attention on my hole, letting it fully enjoy its
diameter, length, hardness, and temperature. Unconsciously, my penis became hard again. He continued to
knead my nipples with one hand, while his other hand began to play with my large penis, and I stroked his hairy body. I slowly
increased the frequency of my movements, completely adapting and enjoying it. Each time I sat down and lifted up, I felt his
penis getting bigger and harder, and I felt more and more comfortable.
After moving like this for a long time, I got a little tired, so I leaned down and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around my back,
rolled over, and pinned me down. When he rolled over, his long penis came out a little, but most of it
was still inside.
We were still connected, our lips were not separated, and I hooked my legs around his buttocks. He lay on top of me,
slowly thrusting forward, his hairy body pressed tightly against me, rubbing against my chest,
belly, and my hard erection with each thrust—it felt so good. He was so considerate, slowly thrusting like this for a long time, then he stood up.
He placed my legs on his shoulders and began thrusting more vigorously, but at a slower pace, each time using his
full length. I completely relaxed, the pleasure from behind growing stronger—itchy, swollen
, and hot—and a little bit of my own fluid leaked out.
While thrusting, he leaned down and licked my nipples, which excited me even more; it felt amazing from top to bottom.
He was getting more and more comfortable too, and started saying something. Before, we had always spoken in English, but this time he was speaking
what sounded like Italian, probably lewd talk. Although I couldn't understand it, the sound aroused my imagination and excited me
. I replied in Chinese, "What a great Italian man, what a great Italian sausage, what a great Italian penis
! You're fucking me so good, I've never felt so good before, you've made me loose, you've made me feel so good..."
Hearing me say something he couldn't understand stimulated him, and he increased his pace. Just now, with the slow insertion, I felt
a ticklish, throbbing pleasure. Now, with the increased frequency, the friction and impact further heightened
my excitement. I cried out and twisted my body to meet his thrusts. Each time, his large penis forced its way into my opening
, the warm sensation sliding against me feeling indescribably good. The slightly upward curve of his penis allowed its large shaft
to slam against my prostate with each thrust before violently penetrating my deepest point. Each insertion sent electric shocks through me,
my body growing weaker and weaker, while my penis grew harder and harder, throbbing unbearably. If he continued to fuck me so hard,
I was afraid I would ejaculate very soon, while he seemed to be just getting into it.
I tried my best to hold back my climax. I stroked his hairy chest, squeezed
his firm deltoids, rubbed his taut buttocks, and even reached down to stimulate his testicles. My
vagina was already wet, visibly aroused by his penetration. Each thrust produced an increasingly loud
and wet squelching sound. We were both moaning in our own languages. I was about to climax; I
needed a break. I signaled for him to stop, but he thought I wanted to change positions. He turned me around, making me
kneel on the bed. He stood on the floor and once again thrust his incredibly thick penis into my already relaxed and wet
vagina. This time, it went deeper and was even more stimulating. His upward-curving penis gave my rectum
a good throbbing.
He gripped my hips and thrust hard, pushing me forward little by little until I finally couldn't take it anymore and crawled onto the bed.
He then climbed on top of me. I spread my legs wide, arching my buttocks as high as possible, fully enjoying
each complete entry and withdrawal. Every time he thrust all the way in, his huge, heavy testicles would slap
against my perineum, providing another kind of stimulation. Besides the constant, thorough thrusting, he would occasionally twist his body, letting his
penis churn inside me, or just gently tease my already loose opening. He drove me
wild, and I felt my penis was already soaking wet.
After a while, he brought my legs together. Oh my god, this felt even better! My buttocks were clamped around
his thick, long penis, making me feel even more full. As he fucked me, he licked my ears and neck, his hands reaching
down to gently pinch my nipples. This full-body stimulation made me even more unbearable, and I screamed, "Yes, like
that, fuck me, I'm about to cum, faster, fuck me harder..." He seemed to understand what I said, increasing the frequency
and intensity. I felt like I was on fire inside, this burning sensation traveling from my anus to the depths of my rectum, spreading
throughout my body, finally converging on my smooth, wet bottom, pressed beneath him. The sheets rubbed
against my penis. With each increasingly violent thrust, each incomprehensible lewd cry, each
tongue sliding across my neck, the heat finally reached its breaking point, about to erupt. I cried out, "Faster, I...
Ah! Ah!..."
He understood, thrusting even more violently. Suddenly, I felt dizzy, my body
trembling violently. He bit my shoulder, making a "woo-woo" sound. With a final,
complete penetration, a gush of heat erupted from within, and I ejaculated as well. My body
convulsed with pleasure, while he continued his final, powerful thrusts, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me... It was over. I
lay limply on the bed, still with his not-quite-soft penis slowly pumping inside me,
his tongue gently licking my shoulder where he had bitten me. Warm currents spread throughout my body. When he withdrew his penis
from my body, I felt completely empty.
I went to the bathroom and it took me ages to get rid of it; his penis was too long, and he ejaculated too deeply.
While washing, I discovered that my opening had been thoroughly loosened into a large hole. What should I do?
After this Italian feast, will I ever be able to enjoy Chinese food again?
We each took a shower and lay in bed chatting for a while. We talked about the earthquake in Sichuan, and he expressed his sympathy.
We also discussed Sharon Stone's callous remarks. He said he had seen the reports in Italy, and he and those around him
thought Stone's comments were excessive. He even said that if there is such a thing as retribution, Stone would receive it, haha.
He also mentioned that many people have never been to China, let alone visited, and don't understand the actual situation and history of China.
Most just parrot others and abuse sympathy. He said one should understand the background before having the right to comment on certain issues. After hearing him say
all this, I liked him even more. He said he was going to Shenyang the next day, but would return to Dalian the day after. I, on the other hand, wasn't
leaving until the day after that, so I still had one more chance to enjoy an Italian feast.
After he came back, we had another intense session. My genitals were completely relaxed, and we were much more familiar with each other,
so although the second time was less psychologically stimulating than the first, it still felt even better. We exchanged Skype
contacts. He's back in his country now, and we've been chatting on Skype a lot these days. He might
come to China again in September, and if his schedule allows, he said he'd like to visit my city…

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