After four days of turmoil in Palermo, I was ready for some peace and quiet. I hoped to find it in Cefalù, a small picture postcard town on the North Central coast of Sicily. There were no major attractions in the town except for the cathedral, the large rock formation from which the town derived its name, and a beach. My only interest was the beach. I had every intention of relaxing in the sun for three days and baking myself to a golden brown before I had to head back to the continent.

I arrived in Cefalù on a Monday, late in the morning. Finding a hotel room wasn't a problem, but like all the other places I had stayed in during my two weeks in Sicily, I had to share a bathroom. After a few weeks of dealing with the bathroom down the hall, it wasn't a problem, but I knew once I got back home the first thing I was going to do was soak in a nice hot tub. Until then, I would have to deal with bathing under less than ideal conditions.

It was off-season, so the hotel wasn't completely booked. I only had to contend with one other neighbor on the third floor--a cute sandy-haired guy who I passed in the hall occasionally over my first couple of days. I assumed he was German since Sicily was crawling with German tourists that time of year. And I assumed that he assumed I was Italian. The mistake had been made many times in the course of a few weeks because of my Sicilian looks--thick dark hair and brown eyes that had been passed down from my grandfather who emigrated from Sicily to the United State before World War II.

I was lucky during my few days in Cefalù--the weather was great--hot and sunny--and I spent my time lying on the beach during the day, relaxing at the café on the piazza in the evenings, and enjoying the incredible food.

Like all good things, my time in Sicily had to end. I still had another week left of my vacation, but I had to make my way back to Milan where I would depart. I wasn't looking forward to the train ride from Cefalù back to Italy. It was at least a ten hour trip from Cefalù to Naples, my next planned stop. A good chunk of that time was spent loading the train onto a ferry boat in Messina to cross the strait that separated Sicily from the mainland. The trip across the strait only took about 20 minutes, but it took at least an hour to load the train onto the boat and another hour to get it off.

The morning I planned to leave I got up at dawn, wanting to get an early start. I undressed in my small, but comfortable room, wrapped a towel around my waist, and made my way down the hall to the bathroom.

When I rounded the corner, I nearly knocked over my neighbor from the adjoining room--the cute sandy haired guy. He had the same hotel issued towel wrapped around his waist.

'Oh, I'm sorry,' I blurted out.

'You speak English,' he said.

'Yeah, I speak English.'

When I recovered from the unexpected shock of bumping into him, I took a quick moment to check him out. We had been exchanging glances every time we passed each other on the streets, the lobby of the hotel, or in one of the cafés or restaurants. Cefalù wasn't a big town.

My neighbor was worth checking out--he was slim with some slight development in the chest, his skin was smooth and tanned a golden brown (but not as dark as mine) and a trail of dark hair ran from his navel, disappearing under the bright blue towel.

I couldn't help but stare, but I knew if I didn't stop, I was going to have a hard time hiding the growing bulge under my towel.

'You go first,' he said. 'You look like you're in a hurry.'

'But, you got here first,' I said.

'No, I insist,' he said. Not only was he cute, but he was polite. He struggled with his towel which had begun to slip lower around his waist. As he grasped it and pulled it tighter, I got a glimpse of public hair.

That was enough to get my cock hard enough to tent the towel to the point where he couldn't help but notice. He glanced downward, his eyes locking on my growing bulge. My heart started hammering in my ears as a similar bulge began to grow under his towel.

He gulped and fidgeted nervously. 'I have an idea,' he said. 'Why don't we share.'

'Share,' I said, smirking.

The bathroom was no bigger than the small bedroom closet in my apartment back home. A small sink was against the back wall, a toilet was jammed in practically under the sink, and the rest of the area--a 3 by 3 foot square was reserved for showering. The entire room, if you could call it a room, was tiled floor to ceiling in bright Mediterranean blue tiles, matching our towels.

We both squeezed into the bathroom, our backs against opposite walls. I was a little nervous. I was only used to sharing the shower at the gym. What if one of the hotel staff came by?

'Close the door,' he said. His voice was hushed, almost a whisper.

I quickly shut the sliding door and then smiled.

'What's your name?' I asked.

'Ryan,' he said.

'I'm Tony.'

'Pretty cramped in here.' His comment seemed like a ridiculous attempt to make small talk.

'Yeah,' I said. I undid my towel and threw in on the sink. He followed suit and we stood there staring into each others eyes, our erections pointing toward the ceiling. I cleared my throat and then he kissed me.

We grappled in a mutual desire. My back pressed against the cool blue tiles as Ryan slipped his tongue in and out of my mouth. By the time he reached down with his pawing hands, my cock had lengthened and thickened to it's full eight inches.

I kissed Ryan back with all the enthusiasm I could muster. I had been in a heightened state of arousal since arriving in Sicily--fucking horny would be a better way to put it. The hot weather, the new surroundings, and all the handsome men I saw on the street and tourist sites had my juices flowing.

Ryan seemed just as horny. He darted his tongue in and out of my mouth like it had been weeks, maybe months since he had kissed another man.

We both jumped when we heard somebody in the hall. I raised my fingers to my lips urging him to be quiet. It must have been the maid. As far as I knew, there was nobody else staying on our floor.

I reached around Ryan and turned on the shower. The spray of ice-cold water wasn't enough to dampen our desires. The sound of the spraying water only concealed the grunts and groans of sex.

I kissed Ryan back forcefully, digging my fingers into his back. He responded by kissing me back, mashing his lips to mine.

We both started laughing when we both opened our eyes at the same time. His hair was wet, and stuck to his forehead. Drops of water beaded on his face. What struck me most were his eyes--they were the same blue-green color as the Mediterranean.

We stood there a few moments, just staring. It had been a while since I had found myself this attracted to anybody. I wasn't going to get enough of him.

Without saying a word, Ryan dropped to his knees and gulped down my cock. The warmth of his mouth on my flesh sent my head swirling. The cold water was still spraying down on us as he bobbed up and down on my shaft, giving me the most incredible pleasure.

Ryan's blowjob had me nuts in a few minutes and when he reached around and slipped his finger into my hole, I let out a cry that must have been heard by everybody in the hotel.

'Oh, fuck. Shit that's it.'

The more I encouraged Ryan, the more he got into it and the more I enjoyed it. I was enjoying it so much I thought I was going to come, which I didn't want to do so soon into our encounter.

The shower was getting to be too much. I was shriveling up. I reached over and shut off the water. Ryan looked up and stared into my eyes as the spray became a dribble.

'Let's go to my room,' I said.

Ryan grabbed our towels and we quickly dried off.

The suitcase sitting in the middle of the floor only reminded me that I had planned on catching the train to Messina and then on to Naples. I was obviously going to have to adjust my plans, but I only had three more days to make it back to Milano.

'You checking out today?' asked Ryan. He must have sensed my now sudden desire to stay in Cefalù.

'I was planning on it,' I said. 'I only have a few days left on my trip.'

'Where you headed?' he asked. 'I was going to check out today, too.'

'Going to take the train back to Naples and then to Florence and Milan,' I said.

'I'm on my way to Palermo.'

'Seems as if we're headed in opposite directions,' I said. 'I just came from Palermo.'

'We don't have much time do we then?' he asked.

'No,' I said, dropping my towel on the floor. 'We don't. Let's enjoy it.'

I reached out and grasped my Ryan's hand. His hand was still damp. Lacing my fingers with his, I led him to the bed.

We paused before getting into bed, kissing again. This time more tenderly. I wrapped my arms around his waist and drew him close, his warm flesh warming mine as we locked in another kiss.

I eased him down on the bed. There wasn't much room for the both of us. It was a single. Ryan pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me in a bear hug. My hot flesh pressed against his. The scent of soap lingered on our bodies.

Ryan lifted his hand and ran it through my hair, pushing the wet hair out of my eyes and then pulled my face to his. Crushing his lips to mine, he slipped his darting tongue into my mouth.

He continued to explore my hot flesh with his mouth, licking my ear and nibbling my earlobe. I gasped as his tongue slid inside my ear canal.

'Oh fuck, Ryan.'

His lips seared a path down my neck and then my shoulders. We both rolled over on our side, lying face to face. I grasped Ryan's hips and pulled him closer, then rested the palm of my hands in the small of his back. He looked up and our eyes met. His expression grew stilled. In the dim morning light, filtering through the shuttered windows, I saw his whole face spread into a smile. I pulled Ryan closer and kissed his chin.

As we explored each other's bodies further, the room filled with the sounds of the small Sicilian village coming to life. The bells from the cathedral were ringing in the background. The roar of Vespas buzzing down the cobbled streets echoed in my ears, and the voices of Sicilian housewives on their way to the market floated up from the street below.

Ryan stared into my eyes. 'What are you thinking?' he asked.

I wasn't going to tell Ryan what I was really thinking as I laid there in his arms. When we were done, we would get dressed, go to the train station and go off on our separate ways. I couldn't help it, though. Four weeks of traveling on my own had made me a little wanting for some companionship.

'Well?' he asked.

Ryan smiled. I sensed he might be thinking the same thing as me, but I didn't want to say anything about how I was really feeling.

'I was thinking that this is nice,' I said. 'That's all.'

I leaned forward and zeroed in on Ryan's right nipple. He groaned as I flicked my tongue over his nipple until it hardened in my mouth. When the first was erect, I began to work the other one until it was in the same condition.

Ryan let out a load groan as I began to work his tits even harder. I went from gently biting and nibbling on his nubs to taking the hard points of flesh between my teeth and applying enough pressure to get a rise out of Ryan. As I bit down harder on Ryan's nipples, he began to squirm beneath me until we both almost fell off the bed.

'Oh, fuck, man. Don't stop.'

My eyes caught a glimpse of my travel alarm as I went for Ryan's nipples again. I had missed the 8:30 a.m. train. I didn't remember when the next one was going to leave for Messina for the ferry crossing to the mainland. At that point, it didn't seem to matter.

I felt Ryan's hands on my shoulders, urging me downward--which were my thoughts exactly. I wanted his cock. I wanted to wrap my lips around his hot, hard flesh and suck him dry.

Scooting further down the bed between Ryan's outspread legs, I paused to look at him. For three days I was admiring him from a distance. I now had the opportunity to burn his image into my brain. I wanted that image to give me reason to smile when I thought about my trip long after it was over.

Ryan's chest heaved up and down in short gasps as I positioned myself between his legs, my own legs dangling over the edge of the bed. I grasped his cock in my hand before bending forward to take him in my mouth. His cock was throbbing. I could feel the blood coursing through the veins of his thick shaft.

Ryan stared into my eyes as I paused momentarily before going down on him. I was taken back by the shimmer in his eyes. It reminded me of the light reflecting off the blue-green sea in the early morning.

'Do it,' groaned Ryan.

I squeezed his cock tighter in my hand, causing a clear drop of pre-cum to dribbled out his slit. Without a moments hesitation a flicked my tongue across his cock head, licking up his juice, savoring his taste on my tongue.

Ryan cried out when I sucked his cock into my mouth, burying my nose in his damp pubes. I could have stayed there forever with his cock head brushing the back of my throat and his sweet cock juice dripping down my throat.

I eased back on his shaft. My moist lips slipped up the soft skin of his shaft leaving a thin coating of spit. I plunged back down on Ryan's cock and his body tensed. He grasped onto the sheets, pulling them from the bed as I worked my mouth up and down his cock.

'Oh fuck. Damn that's good. Suck me. Suck my fucking cock.'

There's nothing I like more than a little encouragement when I'm sucking off a hot guy. It really puts me in the mood.

Ryan began to buck his hips up and down, forcing his cock up and down my tongue. He left a trail of his pre-cum, leaving his taste in my mouth.

I thought Ryan was going to drop his load when I tightened my mouth around his shaft. He leaned up on the bed and I urged him to lay back down. I didn't want him to come just yet. I wanted to get him close, leave him wanting. I had other ideas. I wanted a piece of his ass before we parted ways.

It was Ryan's ass that first caught my attention that first evening in Cefalù. I noticed him as he walked up the street after leaving our hotel. I wondered if he had seen me follow him to the piazza, pausing steps behind when he stopped to look into a shop window or read a restaurant menu. He must have seen me staring when he stopped and got a gelato at the cafe near the duomo.

Ryan laid there staring as a contemplated my next move. I pulled off his cock and took my index finger in my mouth, getting slick with spit. As I reached between his legs, Ryan shifted back, exposing his pucker.

I ran my finger up and down between his legs, occasionally teasing his asshole. Ryan groaned as my finger played with his ass, He liked it. He wanted it. He wanted it as much as I did.

He winced when I was through playing with him and rammed my finger into his tight chute.

'Oh, shit. Damn.'

I fingered Ryan until he thrashed about the bed like he was having a bad dream--only this wasn't a bad dream--Ryan was a dream come true.

'Give it to me, Tony. Fuck me. Fuck my ass.'

I plunged my finger in and out of Ryan as fast as I could. His butt was loosening up. I couldn't wait to get my cock inside him.

As soon as I knew he was ready, I got up from the bed and fished through my overnight bag for a condom. When I found one, I quickly rolled it down my shaft and lubed myself up.

Ryan shuddered as I squirted some lube on his ass and got him ready. His sphincter opened up and my cock slipped inside his ass. It felt so fucking good. He was good and ready for a good fucking.

'Come on, Tony. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.'

I nudged my cock against Ryan's hole and pushed. As I pressed my dick deeper inside Ryan, he drew his legs up to his chest. He let out a growl when I was all the way inside, my balls pressed up against his ass, my chest pressed against his belly.

Waiting a moment to let Ryan get accustomed to having my dick inside, I stared into his eyes. When I sensed that he was ready, I began to slowing buck my hips, forcing my cock in and out of him.

A smile spread across Ryan's face as I dicked his ass. His toes curled as I fucked him harder. I was all too concerned about the twelve hour train ride to Naples I had ahead of me. I didn't want to hurry, but this wasn't going to be a nice leisurely fuck like I usually enjoy.

While I got all caught up about the time, Ryan had wrapped his fingers around his dripping cock and was jerking off. He pumped his prick in the same frantic motions as I was pounding his ass.

'Oh shit. I'm coming,' growled Ryan.

Spurts of hot white spunk sprayed from his cock, puddling on his belly and chest.

Watching him blast off was enough to put me over the edge. I rammed into Ryan one more time before flooding the condom with my jism.

I collapsed on top of Ryan and he wrapped his legs around my back. We were stuck together in a sticky mess.

We laid there a few moments together, our breathing returning to normal. The sounds of Cefalù filled the room, replacing the sounds of hot, steamy sex. I laid on top of Ryan, listening to the sounds of the small town and of his ragged breathing. I pressed my head to Ryan's chest and listened to his thundering heartbeat.

He kissed me gently on the forehead.

'Think it's time for another shower,' he said.

'You go first,' I said.

Ryan laughed. 'Are you always this polite.'

I couldn't help but laugh back. 'You want to share?' I asked.

'Race you to the shower.'

We shared a cab to the train station. There was an uncomfortable silence as we waited for our trains. I knew I would probably never see him again. Ryan lived in Miami and I lived in San Francisco. We exchanged addresses and phone numbers and promised to write, but I was sure it wouldn't happen. I had been down this route before.

My train came first. I watched Ryan as the train pulled from the station. It was the last time I saw him. The image of him smiling and waving goodbye, his hair shimmering in the hot Italian sun is one of my favorite memories of the time I spent in Sicily.


Jesse Gambini

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