From Marseille we drove East, stopping at almost deserted bays to swim and sunbathe. On one very quiet bay we had sex in the sand dunes. On to St. Tropez, where we had heard there was a beach for nudists. We thought it would be fun to try out. It took a bit of finding, but was well worth the effort. Men and women of all shapes, sizes and nationalities mixed as nature had intended. Whole families wearing nothing but sunshield. It was more liberating than sexual. We determined on the spot to see if there was a nudist club near where we lived in the UK. We swam and splashed in the waves like kids.
Onwards towards the Italian border, avoiding Monte Carlo, the super rich didn't interest us, nor the sky high prices, and found the pretty town of Roque-Cap-Martin, with it's stunning coastal views and medieval castle, and booked into a B&B for the night. Along the road was a quaint tavern, where we ate seafood, washed down with a bottle of Chenin Blanc. After late night sex I felt at peace with the world.
The following morning, Joel fucked me again, and we drove on to the pretty town of Menton, the 'Pearl of France', where we stopped to have a stroll and lunch, before crossing the border into Italy and Ventimiglia, and worked our way along the coastal road and the Cote D' Azur. We stopped for the night in the picturesque town of Sanremo, 'City of Flowers'. We decided to treat ourselves, and booked into the Grand Hotel Des Anglais. The waiter in the restaurant, a handsome young man called Mattia, spoke reasonable English. Italian olive skin and brooding eyes, his black waiters trousers showed off a perfect ass. He quickly clocked that we were gay, "I am also married", and he pointed to an equally handsome man on the other side of the restaurant. "Do you play with other gays?" he asked. We both grinned and nodded. "My husband, Romano and me no work in the morning, we come to see you." "Great", I said, imagining two Italian stallions. That night we settled for me giving Joel a blow job.
We were awake early, both douched, showered, and back in bed with semis. At 9.15, there was a knock on the door. "Open", I shouted. They came in, smartly dressed in Boggi Milano polos and matching chino shorts, they kissed and did a striptease for us. By the time they had undressed, we were both rock solid. There was not much room on the bed, somehow we managed, and they had even sussed out that I bottomed. That suited them too, Mattia topped. We fooled around as a foursome before splitting into our pairs. Mattia and I kissed as he mounted me, while Romano sat on Joel's lovely dick. The headboard bash against the wall with all the action. Half way through, and Joel had Romano with his arms under his knees, I was on all fours, taking it from behind. Romano was the first to cum, an impressive load across his chest, just before Joel bred him. They tumbled from the bed, so that we had more room to perform, and perform we did. Mattia let me fuck him for a while, then he was back on top of me, banging me hard and fast. I tossed as he pumped harder still. I came just before being bred. The amazing thing was that half an hour later they had sex with each other.
We planned to have our next stop at La Spezia, then on to Pisa and across to Florence. In La Spezia, we kept ourselves to ourselves in a small guest house. In Pisa we had another Air B&B fairly close to the tower, We joined the thousands of tourists taking stupid pictures that made us look like we were holding the tower up. Walking round, we began chatting with another couple from the UK, Rhys and David from Swansea in Wales. They were hoping to find a hotel, but all the ones so far were fully booked, so we invited them to stay with us for free. The B&B had two bedrooms, so it would be of little inconvenience. They thanked us and treated us to dinner. Back to the B&B, Joel showed them to their room. When he hadn't come straight back I went to investigate. He was lying on the bed getting a blow job. I immediately dropped my shorts and started tossing. With Joel satisfied, they turned their attention to me. Rhys asked, "Would you like the same, or David would happily fuck you." I whipped my shorts and boxers off in seconds, and bent over the bed. David spat on my hole and rimmed me, poked a finger in and finger fucked me, then penetrated while Joel and David looked on, both playing with themselves, (Joel hadn't gone down since the blow job). David clearly enjoyed playing up to an audience, so I helped out by being very vociferous, urging him on. Five minutes later, and he was breeding me. Rhys, who apparently usually bottoms, was so worked up that he wanted a piece of the action, and slid in on his partner's cum. A bit rougher than David, still not a bad shag, I'm sorry to say I made a mess down the side of the bed while being bred again. In the morning, Joel and I heard them love making and went to watch. They then did the same, watching Joel plowing into me.
Florence proved to be very expensive, so we stayed in Bologna and travelled in on the train to see the statue of David and the amazing basilica. It had been an exhausting day, we walked for miles, both too tired for sex until morning.
The next part of our journey would see us going to Prague in Poland, and finishing in Amsterdam.
