The Interpreter

1990 was to be our year in the Music Without Frontiers family. Each year, the presenters and producers of this strange but interesting music radio show would get together in one of the centres and discuss the music, presentation and technical problems with the show. This year 1990, we at RSI in Lugano had offered to be the host broadcaster, and I as the local presenter would be the on-air host. Our team had been very busy with all the arrangements with hotel bookings, transport, and discussion groups, tours for the visitors and restaurant bookings for our various guests from around Europe. I was delighted as I could call in the other visiting presenters and have on air discussions and play some of their music, and being able to have them sit face to face with me would be added fun especially with little interviews.

Some of them I knew well and were friends; some were intimate friends, and one I was having to continually fight off from his advances. There were one or two language problems, not all of them spoke Italian, or even speak Italian well enough for transmission, but all presenters are polyglots, and with my six languages, I could translate well enough for my listeners.

The monthly programme had expanded over the last few years from eight participants to now twelve and the German organisers had a surprise for us all. The interchange of music was going to go outside of Europe and become a lot more Inter-continental. The downfall of the iron curtain had opened up the European music scene and for the better, and we now had three new countries participating each month, Finland, Czechoslovakia and Belgium, and from further afield there were new friends from French speaking Canada, Senegal in Africa, New Zealand, Chile, South Korea, and amazingly from Fiji.

Our monthly programme had now become two hours, and for fans of international pop music it was a must listen. In Radio terms we now had more contestants than the Eurovision Song Contest at the time. There was one sad downside. The Irish dropped out which was a shame as they always had something new and exciting to contribute each month and I particularly like the Irish presenter Bridin, who was the life and soul of any party. She would be missed.

Gunther, my former student pal, and one time lover, who was the main organiser of the monthly extravaganza in Cologne, had kept us on the line after the previous months programme to discuss the arrangements for the big meeting and dropped us in it with the news of nine new participants and that we’d have to make all the extra arrangements plus make time to do some interviews with  the new presenters. Gunther would send the details and linguistic details of the newbies. Thank God all could speak, French and English and a couple even had Italian. I was going to have to use my interpreting skills to a very high degree. Gunther, as always had faith in me and told me that he’d do his best to keep Ake, the handsome but pesky Swedish presenter away from me. He’d be told to keep everything professional.

My production team were kept very busy in the build up to the big show and had built a waiting area in the TV studio next to my radio studio at our broadcasting centre. We were very happy with progress, until we had a request come from one of the new participants. The new Czechoslovak presenter wanted to come a week early and could we arrange accommodation for them. It was really something we could do without. I looked at the profile of the presenter, a 26-year old called Andrea, who was travelling alone and without a producer. I knew that it was a newly liberated time in Czechoslovakia but having also to look after an eager extra was something I wasn’t looking forwards to.

I was the host, and I could kill two birds with one stone until I saw that Italian, was not one of the languages that young Andrea could speak. It was fine, English, French and German were listed along with Russian and Ukrainian.

I was sent to the railway station to meet the train from Zurich on which our new friend was due to arrive and placed myself at the station platform to greet them. I’d not been given a photo or a description of our guest and hoped that I looked eager enough to be recognised. I was looking around at the passengers hoping to catch the eye of a 26-year-old girl from Eastern Europe, when a tall, one metre ninety, well-built and definitely handsome looking man approaches me and in German, asks me in a deep friendly and accented voice if I was Mario from the radio station and gave me big smile.

Many things passed through my mind. Firstly, it was a man and not Andrea a girl, secondly the guy was handsome and built, and thirdly, he most definitely had a radio voice that I could listen too all day and finally, I wanted this man naked and in my bed. He was drop dead gorgeous.

I guided my new colleague with his bags to my car, asking generalities about the journey and his impressions so far of Lugano. All the time he was looking at me with a huge smile on his face and I was overwhelmed by his looks and overall fitness. Czechs were not like this; I was sure of it. They were pallid skinned weak boned, half starving people, downtrodden by years of oppressive communism and socialist doctrine. Andrea positively bloomed with good health and good looks.

Driving to the hotel we had arranged, he was very chatty and his eyes were darting around taking in what few sights that we have, with the lake and the mountains. At the hotel, I was able to arrange for a room with a good view, chatting to the receptionist who seemed to be happily more than willing to help. Andrea, was beside himself with joy, telling me in German that he had heard my voice on the radio in Prague when he listened into my weekly pop music programme on RSI. I wasn’t sure if the Czechs had been illegally re-broadcasting the programme or if he had been listening privately. Andrea was delighted to have met the man behind the voice that explained western popular music to him on the other side of the Iron Curtain. “I like it because although I don’t speak Italian, there is so much in German, French and English that I understand”. He had checked in and was going to go to his room, and I was prepared to let him go when he invited me to the room. He was delighted with the room, dropping his cases and taking off his jacket revealing a great body in a form fitting T shirt with the words “Sametová revoluce“, printed on the front with a bunch of yellow keys being held up in a strong fist. Andrea explained to me that the words meant Gentle Revolution and the keys were the liberation symbol that told the communists that their time was up.

 What happened next shocked and delighted me. Andrea took off the T shirt revealing a beautiful built torso, with broad shoulders, a defined chest and nice set of abs that took my breath away. He must have noticed my reaction and he smiled, and he folded the T shirt tidily and handed it to me. “Mario, a thank you gift from me for the many hours of music and freedom information from when I hear your programme. He held the T shirt to his nose and breathed in his aroma. “It now smells of freedom air”, and he encouraged me to also smell his scent. I thanked him for his gift and the unusual presentation and smelled his aroma. It was a turn on and he knew it. Then he stepped forward and embraced me in a fraternal fashion and kissed me comradely on both cheeks. I was enjoying the closeness of this handsome and now half naked man I’d only known for half an hour.

He announced that he needed to shower and would I mind. I stood to make my way to leave but he insisted I stayed and asked that I helped him unpack his cases. I helped unpack what little he had but couldn’t help but notice the jockstraps he had. “Oh I prefer them to standard underwear. When I do my exercises I find they give me a lot more comfort”. Andrea explained to me. I was now dying to see him in just a jock, asking him how often he exercised. “Daily, I do weight training every day, I like to keep a good shape”. I could easily see that. I explained that there was a gym in the hotel that was free for him to use.

Then his trousers came off and he was just in his jock. Christ what a butt he had. I was desperate to get my face in there and maybe my now hard dick as well. He turned to face me, and I could see that the jocks material was very well filled. He asked how I exercised. I admitted to not being a daily exerciser but that I liked to walk the hills and in winter I was a very enthusiastic skier, Alpine and Nordic. He moved into the bathroom and I heard him showering and he was calling out questions to me about Lugano which I called out answers back to him.

Then he asked the question. “Is there a gay bar in Lugano”. I told him that there was a thriving gay scene in the city. “Can we go to one if you don’t mind”? I didn’t fucking mind, I’d be delighted to be seen with this handsome built guy. “Sure, I’d be happy to show you around the town”. I told him.

The shower stopped and after a few seconds, Andrea walked back into the bedroom just wearing a towel around his waist, his upper torso still wet from the shower. “Even the water feels different from home, it feels cleaner”. He was beaming a smile and looking directly into my eyes. “You have no problem taking me to a gay bar”? I had none, I was happy to show him the city. He stepped right up to me.

“It was ever so difficult to get a photo of you in Prague. I had so many images of you in my head from just your voice and your reality is exciting. Then I get a photo and I am excited in many ways. Now I see the man with the voice and understand the sexy way you speak, and the interviews you do with the stars, I lie on my bed with headphones on listening to your voice and the music you play, music, I really wanted to play on my radio programme until recently but those communists – fuckers. They had a “producer” sitting next to me ready to cut the microphone in case I said something wrong. Now they are gone, and we have freedom to speak and play what we want. From the West, the North, the South and even the East and the better music we have now at home. Mario, I want to make my programme like yours but for my listeners. You inspire me in many ways”.

All of this spoken to me from about half a metre from me, his eyes beaming into mine, and that big sexy body in just a towel, inches from me. God, I wanted to kiss him. I was so fucking hard. I had one doubt still. Was he gay? Jesus, I wanted him to be. A hundred, a thousand questions passed through my mind. Then I noticed that he was shaking, ever so slightly, but there was a definite tremble, and he lifted his hand up to my face. “Your voice excites me, and you are a lot more handsome that your photograph”. I now knew something was going to happen.

“Mario, do you know that I have never had sex with anyone from outside my country. The East Germans are all spies, The Russians stink to high heaven, and you cannot communicate at all with the Hungarians, and Romanians are too frightened to breathe unless they might get reported for using too much air”. The room was silent, no more words needed to be said. We both knew what was going to happen.

He ran his finger from my chin over my throat and to my collar, and then touched my cheek, all the time looking directly into my eyes and giving me a sexy cheeky smile. He took my hand and placed it on the towel right by the tucked in fold at the waist making me grip the material and then pushed my hand away from him and the towel fell away just being held by my hand. I let the towel drop to the floor but kept looking directly into his eyes, knowing that he was totally naked below.

Then we kissed. We kissed tenderly at first, our lips gently apart, out tongues, tantalisingly touching and softly adding to the excitement of the moment. Did I think I shouldn’t be doing this to a guest? Not for a moment. I’d wanted this handsome man from the moment I set eyes on him. I opened my mouth further and his tongue naturally invaded my mouth with some force and a great exhalation of air from his throat. He wanted this as much as I did. All decorum ended at that moment and his hands were tearing off my shirt and fumbling at my belt to drop my trousers. I’d only known about him for a couple of hours and been with him for thirty minutes. Andrea most probably had fantasised about me for months. He at least knew what I looked like.

It was a matter of seconds before I was just as naked as he was and we were both hard, caressing each other’s dicks and backsides and kissing deeply both well into each other. He had the better body; wonderfully shaped and clean. His hair was fine, well kept and semi long not quite gently revolutionary as I thought I should expect but the fair colour suited his Slavic face which was very handsome.

I shook as he held my over-excited dick for the first time and told me in German that it was a wonderfully hard and hot dick, before going down in front of it and admiring it and sniffing the aroma. He looked up at me pleadingly as if to ask if he was allowed to suck it. For a very brief moment I wondered to myself if I should just ram it into his mouth or just give him a gentle nod. I decided on the nod, and those sexy lips just opened, and I saw my dick enter his sweet mouth and feel his tongue smother my head with his wetness. He didn’t try to take too much. He seemed satisfied with tasting my dickhead for now and caressing my backside with his hands holding me in place as he slowly sucked on me. I wanted to do more. I was planning, plotting all sorts of things to do with Andrea. A total explore of his superb body for one and as a finale, having a long mutual fuck session for a couple of hours. Unfortunately, I did have other things planned for the afternoon which would mean having to leave this handsome man alone. I was going to have to tell him soon, but there were a few more desperate things I wanted to do.

To start with I really needed to taste his thicker and longer dick and I pulled him upright to face me and I kissed him deeply and told him in my half faltering German that he was wonderful and that I must as a host, return the favour he had just given me. I lowered myself slowly in front of him, licking both his sexy dark and slightly risen nips and giving them the tenderest of bites as I left them alone, delighting in the slight gasp of pleasurable pain Andrea gave out each time, and was very soon licking his handsome abs, one by one. They were not as developed as a sportsman's but they were nonetheless delectable and his tight waist also deserved long wet licks from my tongue from which I received a slight shudder from his delightful body. Then his dick was right in front of me. It smelled slightly soapy from the shower, but it didn’t matter. His foreskin had withdrawn right back over the head and the head itself was full and shiny and looked sensational with a gap in the lips that was leaking a few viscous drops of excitement. I was about to swallow as much of the 20 cm tool as I could, and I noticed his legs were shaking. Was it nerves or excitement. I tool hold of his tightened balls in one hand and firmly held the base of his thick dick in the other, noting that I could also cover most of the rest of the shaft with another hand and still suck on the head, and took in most of his free uncovered dick in my mouth. He was hot, and oh so tasty, and I felt his legs give way and his hands fall against my shoulders to steady himself, and his breathing was deep, heavy, and fast. For a moment I wondered if he was going to prematurely shoot, but he was able to steady himself. He said a word in Czech and corrected himself to German. ‘Skvělý’, - ‘Toll’ – in English, great or fantastic and like him I was well using my tongue around his head lapping up the lube leaking from his very hot dick.  As I knelt in front of him, there was one more thing I was determined to do, so I withdrew his gorgeous cock from my mouth and kissed his thighs as I turned the tall and handsome Czech around so his sensational butt was in front of my face and was licking and kissing the cheeks and slowly lapping away at the delicately light fair haired cheeks of his butt. I had no idea if Andrea had ever been rimmed before and there seemed to be a slow resistance to the loosening of the glute muscles even when I was starting to be more forceful as I licked.

Then Andrea asked me if I intended to “Arsch lecken”. He told me he had seen it in some American porn but had never had it done to him and was interested in it for the first time. I told him to relax and let me take care of him. He was so trusting, spreading his legs wide and enabling his muscles to open up and I was able to expose his hole. He has an almost hairless hole, with just a few hairs around the outer muscle, and I blew against the muscle and received a deep moan from him before I tentatively poked my tongue against the muscle and quickly followed it with a very long hard a wet lick from just behind his balls and right the way up the valley over his now puckering hole and loving the sighs and moans of excitement from Andrea, plus his calls for more and more. I knew now that I would be fucking this lovely guy before too long, I was then just as surprised when He stood upright, depriving me of my access to his hole that I knew was really loosening up, pulling me to him and kissing me with such force and passion that our teeth clashed. He was chattering away in Czech, his hands and arms all over me and turning me around and pushing me to the floor. I felt my arse cheeks being spread wide open and for a few seconds I suppose he was staring at my butt hole and maybe getting the courage up to do me. When he did he went in full blast, his face right into my crevice and his tongue slavering away at my hole as if he was a professional rimmer, and I felt my hole really being invaded, for a full two minutes of more, this virgin arse licker seemed to be making up for lost time eating out my backside.

He pulled away, gasping for air, and I turned to look at him. His face was a picture of triumph and delight. He just said that he must and dived back down into me again licking my hole both with force and tenderness. I struggled to turn around as I wanted to sixty nine rim with him, it was difficult trying to explain but after a bit of a fight we got there and were soon eagerly eating out each others hole tyring to outdo the sensations on each other.

We had been exploring each others bodies for over an hour when sadly, I had to call time. I has spent far too much time with Andrea, I had an evening broadcast to do live as well. It was tough having to stop the fun, but I promised him that I would meet up with him later that evening and that we’d have a meal and a drink and a good talk about music and the programme for the week with the other guests coming to Lugano during the next ten days. There were some people I was going to have to warn Andrea about to be very careful around. I had a quick shower with him, dried and dressed and promised that I’d be with him by nine that evening.

On leaving him, I could see that he was trusting, and I was very eager to have a full night with him. I now had a very good new friend in the Music with no Frontiers family, and I was determined that Andrea would be my best friend. Although I was going to be very busy over the next ten days, I was certain that the newbie from Prague would be made very welcome indeed.