During the night I woke up feeling someone’s head next to mine … not Raffaello’s.

It was completely dark …

I didn’t have an inkling of what was happening, and then I felt Raffaello’s insanely big dick still inside me, twitching. His massive dick was still inside me and he was still lying on top of me … but I felt a face next to mine and heard kissing sounds …

“Hmmmm …” I groaned, not knowing what was going on.

“*He’s awake … hmmm! Ant, are you OK?*” I put my hand out and it felt like Pierre’s face; he was whispering.

“*Yes, I’m OK. Is it you Pierre?*”

“*Yes! I’m so horny and having you next to me with Raffaello still inside you, is driving me nuts! Did you enjoy Raffaello’s monster dick?*”

I yawned … “*Yes! It is a magnificent dick and the fucking was top notch! But you and Clive have still some of my favourite big ones I love to feel!*”

“*Possiamo provare qualcosa, tesoro? Se non funziona, finisco un altro giro e poi Pierre e Clive si divertiranno un po' con te. Va bene? (Could we try something, mio caro? If it doesn’t work, I’ll finish another round and then Pierre and Clive can have some fun with you. OK?)*” Raffaello whispered next to my ear, and twitched his huge dick inside me.

“*Sì, ti amo già moltissimo, e amo moltissimo anche Pierre. Vuole venire anche lui? (Yes, I love you already very much, and I love Pierre very much. Does he want to push in as well?)* I asked, whispering.

“*Sì, userà del lubrificante con il suo liquido pre-eiaculatorio e proverà anche a spingere dentro. Va bene?(Yes, he’ll use some lube with his precum and try to push in too. OK?)*

“*OK, let’s try it!*”

“*Hold on to me and let’s get you on top of me, so Pierre could enter you from behind? OK?* Raffaello whispered.

He put his arms around my body and started to roll over, away from Pierre. I assisted by holding onto his neck. His massive dick inside me ‘anchored’ me to some extent. I smiled thinking how this big dick held me in position!

I ended up sitting on top of Raffaello and felt how my dry cum of the previous evening pulled the hair on our chests and tummies. It was a bit uncomfortable but nothing serious.

When I sat down fully, I really felt Raffaello’s enormous dick in me: it was now really balls-deep inside me. I gasped and wished I could see it, and also what it looks like inside me, with the huge head 15cm inside my colon …

I bent down and found his delectable mouth, and kissed him. I took his bearded face between my hands and marvelled at the sensation to touch his face. His arms were around my body and he pulled me tight onto his chest.

I felt Pierre’s hand on the back of my neck and his face next to mine … I lifted my face and turned it towards him, and got one hell of a kiss. My tall hung friend really became one hell of a guy and I just realised how much I actually loved him.

“*Is jy seker ek kan myne ook indruk? Dit gaan twee baie groot piele in jou wees, Ant! (Are you sure I can push mine in too? It’s going to be two very big dicks in you, Ant!)*” Pierre whispered.

“*Ja, kom ons probeer! (Yes, let’s try!) Just lots of precum and spit, and perhaps some lube too. Please push in slowly … I want to feel you both in me without being torn open! Let’s do it!*” I whispered and wondered whether I have lost my marbles. These two dicks are insanely big!

“*Ek sal jou nooit seermaak nie, my Ant! (I’ll never hurt you, my Ant!)*” Pierre said and kissed me again. His soft mouth and big tongue pushed me higher than Cloud Nine!

I put my hand out and touched his huge dick. It was rock hard and sopping wet. He precums an insane amount of natural lube! Usually enough to penetrate me, but now there was a donkey dick in me already! So, perhaps some lube too …?

Pierre moved in behind me. I felt him pushing his massive dickhead on my ass with Raffaello’s insanely thick dick already inside me. The cold lube he squeezed on my ass felt strange.

Raffaello pulled me down on top of him and put his arms around my body and hugged me tight to him.

“*I don’t know if this will work, but I suggest if you relaxed and breathed … we have you. Pierre, don’t rush it! Please don’t hurt my Antonio!” Raffaello said and he shifted.

‘My Antonio …?’

I felt his immense dick deep inside me, stretching me to capacity … and another huge dick was about to be pushed into me as well … Fuck! But, I know I’d regret it if we didn’t at least try this.

“*Starting without me?*” Clive whispered.

“*No, come here, you beautiful Pommie! Come help me and perhaps you could take my place soon?*” Pierre whispered.

“*Fuck! I should hope so! Ant, you OK with it?*” Clive whispered.

“*Yes, of course! Come!*”

Clive leaned over and kissed my cheek. Raffaello let go of me and I turned to Clive to get a proper kiss. I put my hand out and touched his dick … ROCK HARD and SOPPING WET, of course! Feeling him and Pierre inside me is always a treat and an experience!

“*After Pierre, I want you inside me please! Raffaello, will you be able to cum twice?*” I asked.

“*Yes, easily!*”

I felt Pierre’s huge dick head pushing on my ass on top of Raffaello’s monster in me … It didn’t go in.

“*Push harder, Pierre!*” I whispered.

“*OK*” Pierre said and applied more pressure. I felt the massive head starting to stretch my hole even more … He pulled back and pushed forward again, applying more pressure …

I gasped when I felt the huge head stretching me and starting to enter me … The circumference of the two dicks in me was insane. And Pierre has only pushed in the head … but that was enough to stretch me open. He held still and made his dick twitch.

It felt insane and impossible, but also so damn good!

“*Push in, Pierre! Just slowly!*” I gasped and held my breath. This was going to be insane but I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me as well.

Pierre applied more pressure and then the whole head slipped in. I gasped …

“*You OK?*”

“*Yes! Push in please! I want to feel all of you inside me!*” I groaned and then I felt the massive second dick sliding in on top of Raffaello’s monster dick already in me. Pierre held still and pulled out a bit until only the head was in me … Just when I wanted to complain, he made it twitch and pushed it back into me when the head was at it’s biggest …

I groaned and knew this fucking was going to be epic.

Pierre’s thick dick scraped over my prostate and I felt he pushed some cum out of me … some more ‘glue’ to make us get stuck together again!

When Pierre’s massive dick head approached my second sphincter, I held my breath. With Raffaello’s dick already 15cm inside my colon, I didn’t know if Pierre’s dick would be able to pierce the sphincter … and then it did!

I exhaled and sought Raffaello’s mouth to kiss.

“*Everything OK, mio caro?*” Raffaello whispered with his lips literally on top of mine.

“*Oh fuck yes! It’s a lot and it’s big, but it feels fantastic! Make your dick twitch please?”

Pierre heard that and both made their dicks twitch! It felt like my ass would be ripped open, but Pierre’s big dick slipped all the way inside me colon, on top of Raffaello’s dick.

Some more cum leaked from my dick.

Clive was sitting behind Pierre and I felt him licking the two dicks inside me, and sucking their balls. Raffaello’s massive balls got a good suck and it made his dick twitch.

“*This is most definitely the best sex I’ve ever had! I want it to happen again! Are you OK, mio caro? And you, Pierre?*” Raffaello whispered.

“*Fuck yes! It’s insane! I just hope Ant will cope! We have two big dicks inside him now!*” my tall darling man Pierre whispered next to my ear. He kissed my cheek and I turned my head to get a lop-sided kiss.

Clive was adding a lot of spit to the two dicks in me and I felt how my body started to accommodate the huge invasion. It felt amazing and I just forgot I had two massive dicks in me, and enjoyed it.

Raffaello held still and let Pierre do the fucking. The rubbing of the two dicks on top of each other was having the required effect. I could feel Raffaello’s monster twitching an awful lot and I could clearly feel the size of it inside me.

Pierre fucked me, and him being a horny hung hunk, he was fast approaching orgasm … I made a mental note to get one of his loads in my mouth once we’re back home. Now he is going to add it to Raffaello’s big load he injected into me last night.

“*I’m going to cum, mio caro! OK? Pierre, I’m almost cumming … OK? And you?*” Raffaello whispered.

“*All of this is about to push me over the edge too! Feeling my dick rubbing against your insanely big dick is doing an excellent job! Yes, I'm also going to cum soon!*” Pierre whispered. I could feel his dick twitching too.

Clive was now on his knees next to us and I took his 33cm dick in my hand: hard and sopping wet! He took my hand and kissed it, licking his precum from my fingers. He sucked my fingers into his mouth and pushed his hand between Raffaello and me to touch my sopping wet dick.

“*Rather not, Clive! I’m stimulated enough as it is … I will cum with you when you’re inside me, OK?*” I said quietly and got a kiss from him.

Both the huge dicks in me were starting to pulsate and spasm … Pierre pushed his dick as deep as it would go into me and he held tight to my chest. Raffaello’s arms were also holding me tight while he was gasping when he started to cum. The pulsating cock was exploding deep inside me, adding more cum to his load of earlier when we got into bed.

Pierre grunted softly as he pulled back through my inner sphincter, and pushed back immediately, holding still. I could feel him shooting his signature load into me.

Between the two hung hunks, they filled my colon thoroughly.

“*You'll be the death of me still! My heart is pounding at 160 km/h!*” Pierre groaned.

“*Same here! And feeling you cumming with me felt amazing! You OK, Antonio?*” Raffaello asked.

“*This was something super special! Thanks guys!* I gushed. “*Your dicks feel amazing in me! Didn’t think it would be possible …! Now Clive …! Clive, you're ready?*”

“*Yes, please! I have a very big load for you! It will fill you up good! Ready?*” Clive enthused.

“*Yes, please!*” I said and felt the two massive dicks were still inside me. My darling Pierre was hugging me so tight that he’d not be able to withdraw in that position. He kissed my neck and stroked my back. When his hands reached Raffaello’s hands on my back, the two were squeezing each other’s hands. It was clear Raffaello has fucked his way into this group of men I called ‘my darlings’!

Pierre let go of me and started to pull out of me slowly … I groaned as this was usually the part I hated most. Not the penetration – yes, that could be painful, but it always turns into utter bliss, but feeling a big dick vacating my ass after giving me so much pleasure, felt like a crime!

I clenched which made both dicks spasm in response.

“*Keep that up and I’m fucking you again! Clive wants in … You ready, my darling Pommie?*” Pierre warned as his huge dickhead popped through my inner sphincter. I groaned. “*You OK, my darling?*”

‘Darling’ … it seems like it’s a fait accompli now that I’ll also be known as ‘my darling’!

“*I'm fine, thanks. It feels like you two have pumped a litre of cum into me! Damn! It feels so good!*” I enthused.

Pierre’s big dick had a long way to go to vacate my ass … and I dreaded the moment the huge tube of pleasure would slip out completely.

Clive was fiddling with Pierre’s dick and balls and perhaps Raffaello’s balls too.

I took Clive’s massive hard and sopping wet dick in my hand and just groaned in anticipation to feel it inside me with Raffaello’s monster dick.

Soon Pierre’s huge dick was approaching my asshole and I held my breath in anticipation for the feeling of emptiness when it would slip out. And then the huge head slipped out, leaving a trail of cum that covered my ass and Raffaello’s balls.

I could hear Clive and Pierre kissing and murmuring something like Pierre telling him how good it felt … Well, the other 33cm dick was about to enter me on top of Raffaello’s 35cm monster dick in me, the head in my colon, still bathed in lots of cum.

“*Yes, Clive! Just please, slowly! Hmmmm!*” I whispered. Clive was kneeling behind me, put his one hand on my back and I could feel him lining his enormous cockhead on my asshole. Like Pierre, he had no intention of hurting me. And he realised the size of his massive cock that was going to join Raffaello’s dick in my rectum and colon, would be immense.

Fortunately for me there was a lot of cum and Clive’s own precum. The massive head started to push into me on top of Raffaello’s monster. When it happened, I was in awe that my hole could stretch so much to accommodate these two monsters inside me. Once the head was entering me, he put his other hand on my back too, and then he pushed slowly but with determination to get his dick inside me. It twitched many times on its way to meet Raffaello’s dick in my colon.

When the big head scraped over my prostate, I almost creamed my load on Raffaello’s tummy … but a bit did slip out.

When the huge head reached my inner sphincter, Clive pushed gently and maintained the pressure until the head slipped through.

I gasped and Clive stopped.

“*You OK, my darling?*”

“*Yes, but hold still for a minute. Your huge cockhead is stretching me a lot! But I love to feel you in me. And you? Can you feel the cum inside me?*”

“*Good! Yes, I can feel my darling’s and Raffaello’s huge cumloads inside you! I feel like a dog in heat and I’m going to be a yard dog, and fuck you to cum! OK? And you, Ant? Raffaello, will you cum with me?*” Clive whispered, and I could feel in the twitching that he was super hard and horny out of his mind.

“*Yes, I’m battling to stop from cumming! Raffaello, my darling, how about you? Could you cum with us?*” I whispered … and … ‘darling’? Wow! They have converted me!

“*Clive, fuck our darling and cum. I’m hovering on the verge of cumming again and I’m sure our darling will cum with us. Will you do the fucking to get us to cum, please?*” Raffaello requested.

And Clive did just that. By then, we were all super hot, and hornier than yard dogs.

And to prove a point, Pierre was kneeling next to us and held his massive dick for me to suck. Yum! At last I’d get his cum in my mouth to taste! If he’d be able to cum again so soon.

I didn’t have to worry. It wasn’t long when I felt I couldn’t hold back any longer and whispered: “*I’m going to cum!*”

“*Me too!*” both the men with their dicks in me whispered, and I could feel it in the twitching, the hardness and heard it in their breathing …

And Pierre, our hung squash champion, was starting to groan as well …

And when it happened, it was a four way explosion of cum: Pierre in my mouth and Clive and Raffaello inside me, within milliseconds of each. While their huge dicks spasmed inside me and their breathing sounded like they were in need of oxygen, my own orgasm shot between Raffaello’s tummy and mine, adding more cum to the dried cum of the previous session before he fell asleep on top of me with his dick inside me.

For a few long seconds, we were breathing deeply, our cocks were twitching and I could feel the four huge loads inside me were immense …

Raffaello’s mouth searched for my lips and when he found it, he locked his lips over mine and kissed me deeply and was obvious he also loved me – perhaps not with all his heart, but he felt something. Perhaps he did fall in love with me a bit, like I have fallen for him?

“*Antonio, I know it’s perhaps too soon, but I have definitely fallen in love with you. You are phenomenal to handle my monster, and now first Pierre and then Clive too. I’m impressed and wish you could fall pregnant with our babies! Hmmmm! Clive my man, please pull out so we could try to get some sleep. I think we could do with some sleep!” Raffaello whispered.

“*Come on my Pommie! Get out of our darling and come lie in my arms so we could get some sleep!*” Pierre said and leaned down to kiss me. “*Thanks my darling! You’ve made our day and night and week and holiday! I love you, you damn rubbish you!*”

When Clive’s monster dickhead slipped out, it brought quite a bit of cum with it, but I’ve made such a mess on Raffaello, it didn’t make too much of a difference. I lifted off Raffaello and slipped into the crook of his arm, my head on his shoulder. He turned his head towards my face and kissed me long and lingering. Fuck, this man was a wet dream on legs!

“*I think I’ve already fallen in love with you too, Raffa! Thanks! That was incredible! But I’m definitely ready for some serious rest and sleep. Good night again. And to you two as well …*” I whispered and kissed Raffaello’s neck.

“*You too our darling!*” Pierre whispered.

Raffa took my head with his arm and held it tight to his neck and held me tight to him with his other arm. I put my arm across his hairy chest and felt the immense mess I’ve made on him, but also his massive dick lying on his tummy.

I was sated and exhausted, but happier than I’ve felt in a long time. This was a phenomenal fucking session – one to remember, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.

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I woke up to a commotion of note – no, a commotion caused by the clown factory let loose in our midst: Johann and André who stir, sans Pierre, who was still in bed with us.

The noise was loud, and I tried to cover my head with a pillow. Next, someone sat on my butt and started to tickle me. I almost peed the bed, and to top it, my ass was still filled with lots of cum.

Raffaello’s massive cock was rock hard behind me, prodding my back. I’d let him fuck me on the spot if we could … but …

Johann, spurred on by my brother, of course, was sitting on top of me!

“Wake up, sleepy sexy head! Your true and real lovers are here to greet you and make sure you’re awake and ready for breakfast! Not the kind we were hoping to feed you, but … that’s your loss! Wake up and get your … what’s that? Do you smell it too? André? These lot have been fornicating for a place in the first team! Smell that! Sheez! I hope the hotel has enough hot water so you could wash the filth off your dirty bodies and holes, and enough air freshener to remove the fouls smell from this place smell like a whorehouse! I’m calling Dad!” Johann ranted on.

He and André were pretending to pass out because of the ‘stench of sex’, and the four of us in the bed were their targets.

“What happened to your brother during the night? Did he fall on his head?” Raffaello asked, but he was laughing at their antics.

“No, Ita! We’re only reporting you to the Sex Police to get you out of bed so we could go have breakfast before we take on the day! Come on! It’s after six!” Johann was relentless!

“Come on my darling! Come to me and let me make sure you’re OK! Let go of him, you dirty pigs!” Johann said and caught the pillow Pierre threw at him.

Raffaello surprised us all when he got out of bed, buck naked, his semi morning glory dangling at 45º, and took Johann into his arms and kissed the mouth blabbing so much.

“Hmmmpphhh! Sis, you filthy Ita rubbish!”

Then the moaning turned into sounds of pleasure and Raffaello’s big dick got a bit harder and bigger!

“Watch it, you beautiful sexy moustached man, or I’ll push you down and fuck you! Will you please leave us in peace so we could go to the bathroom …? Please? I thought so! Come on Antonio my darling, let’s go shower. And you two,” he pointed at Johann and André, “find a place and sit down and behave! OK?” Raffaello said, laughing a lot with that beautiful deep and sonorous voice!

Johann and André were speechless, but they didn’t sit down on the chairs by the writing table. They looked at each other with big eyes. But, they were smiling and realised Raffaello called their bluff.

As we entered the bathroom, I heard André saying: “Can you believe the audacity of that tall beautiful hung Ita? Did you see that monster between his legs? Fuck! I’m sure my baby bro will not be able to walk for a week! If you don’t do it, I'm calling Dad!”

“Good idea! But, when last did you guys speak to them?” Johann said and I just heard André answering, but I didn’t hear what he said. I realised we’ve been neglecting the parents as we’ve not called them for quite a few days. I thought we’d give them a video call when we’re doing the scenery trip in Sorrento or Capri, where there is free WiFi and good reception.

I heard our front door open and close. André and Johann left.

All 7 of us – including Giovanni who would use our toiletries (his toothbrush was there since last night) – got into the shower in shifts. The occupants in our bed were waiting for Luigi, Piero and Gio to finish in the shower. We were peeing, brushing teeth and trimming beards. It was our last day in Italy and we wanted to look presentable when we boarded our flight later in the evening.

Raffaello approached me with his lethal sword of flesh dangling between his legs. It is absolutely huge and the most beautiful dick I’ve seen.

I glanced at his feet: they are very big (I think he mentioned UK size 15, roughly EU size 49) and at his beautiful hairy hands with the long fingers and the very big, clean nails. His feet are spectacular: typical Greek feet with the second toe much longer than the big toe.

“Do you like my feet, my darling? They’re yours if you wanted them!”

“I'd marry you for having such beautiful hands and feet, and the huge dick would be a nice addition … oh yes, the face isn’t too shabby!” I said and we laughed.

He looked at my face and offered to help trimming my beard. He wanted to use my trimmer for his own beard too.

“Oh, I see your trimmer has a shaving end too, so I can shave my throat as well. May I first trim your beard for you, mio caro?”

‘Mio caro’? Already?

“Sì, per favore, mio caro uomo! (Yes, please my darling man!)” I said and gave him the beard trimmer. He stood close to me so his massive dick – not soft anymore! – was pushing against my thigh. I took it in my hand and marvelled again at its sheer size. My fingers couldn’t encircle it and a lot of precum dripped on the tiles.

“Keep that up and I'm pushing into you again! Fuck! *You’re driving me crazy!*” Raffaello said, bent down and kissed me. “Let me trim your beard first, mio caro!”

“You may fuck me again if you wanted, but then we’re going to be late. I can’t believe I’ll have to wait months if I wanted to experience this again,” I squeezed his huge dick, “it in me again. I hope there will be a place in Capri where you could put it inside me again …?”

“I know of a place in Capri where it might be possible, but let’s play it by ear,” he said and lifted my chin to shave the beard on my throat. He turned the trimmer around and used the shaving side to trim my beard. Afterwards, I saw just how neatly he’s done it!

While he was trimming my beard, I stood with my back towards the shower, and I was holding on to his ever-growing donkey dong, which was getting harder by the second, and I rubbed the large amount of precum over the massive dick. I pushed the skin back to smear the precum all over the huge head. Raffaello’s back was towards Pierre and Clive, also busy tittivating and helping each other.

Next thing I felt two hands around my body from behind and a huge dick resting on my butt … right above my asshole.

“Pensavi di poter aggirare i veri italiani che ti vogliono tanto bene? (Thought you can sidestep the true Italians who love you very much?)” Luigi said behind me. I felt another dick pushing against my thigh … Piero.

“Sì, vogliamo darti abbastanza succo italiano per la lunga giornata che ti aspetta. Non puoi cavartela solo con le grandi eiaculazioni dei due fusti alti e di questo bellissimo uomo sexy che ti taglia la barba! Hai bisogno anche del nostro sperma! (Yes, we want to give you enough Italian juice for the long day ahead. You can’t go with only the big ejaculates of the two tall hunks and this beautiful sexy man trimming your beard! You need our cum too!)” Piero said and hugged me from the side.

“Dipende da Antonio, ma di sicuro gli darò un'ultima dose del mio sperma migliore prima che lasci questo hotel. Ha una lunga giornata davanti a sé! (It’s up to Antonio, but I’m definitely going to give him one last load of my prime cum before he leaves this hotel. He has a long day ahead of him!)” Raffaello said and kissed Piero.

“Antonio? Hai bisogno anche del nostro sperma, vero? Vero? (Antonio? You do need our cum too, right? Right?)” Luigi added to my fate decided by the three beautiful hung Italianos!

Raffaello has just finished trimming my beard and was kissing me, holding my much smaller dick in his enormous hand, cupping my jaw in his other hand.

I felt the tip of Luigi’s big wet cock already piercing my hole …

“My darling, would you look at those Italians! Can you believe that? Our poor Ant!” Pierre remarked from under the shower, forgetting what they’ve done to me only a few hours ago!

“There are three of them. Let Gio, Piero and Luigi also get a chance. We have a long day ahead of us and Raffaello stays behind …” Clive remarked.

“Yes, you’re right, and they didn’t interfere with us last night …” Pierre said. What a real darling and gentleman my beautiful lover is!

Luigi’s big 29cm dickhead was already inside me …

“Could we have doubles with you, please? We want to experience Raffaello’s big dick with ours inside you. Please?” Luigi asked in English next to my ear.

“If we can manage it, yes! Please! I’d love to feel you two with Raffaello’s massive dick in me! I’ll bend over more, and then you lean back. Then Raffaello could push in above your dick. There is enough precum here, and I’m still filled with lots of cum. Raffaello? Would you like that?” I asked,

“Yes, if we can manage it, I’d love to feel another double with the fratelli italiani (Italian brothers)!” the big sexy man answered. He kissed me one last time and moved in behind Luigi who was holding on to my hips, and leaning back.

“Rather stand on your hands and knees. It would be easier for me to enter above Luigi’s dick,” Raffaello said.

I sank onto my knees with Luigi still inside me. He pushed his dick deeper inside me and leaned back.

Luigi’s legs were on either side of mine.

I felt the head of Raffaello’s wet monster cock above Luigi’s big dick on me, and how the monster head started to stretch my ass for the third time in 12 hours’ time …

Have I died and gone to heaven? Three times? I just have to have this man in my life! Fuck the Italian soapie and all of that! I want him with us in Stellenbosch!

Raffaello’s monster cock entered my hole slowly above Luigi’s big dick that is sliding into me already. I was stretched to the limit again but I wanted to feel it. The two dicks stretched me tremendously.

I was sucking Piero’s big wet dick and was once again astonished at the beauty of this perfect dick and all its precum that tasted spectacular.

Soon the two monster cocks both approached my inner sphincter. I felt a big head – Raffaello’s? – stretching my sphincter and it slipped in, followed by Luigi’s big dick.

They both pushed home and made their dicks twitch.

“Oh fuck yes! Yes! Do that again! Please fuck me!” I groaned and clenched my muscles around their dicks. I immediately took Piero’s big wet dick deep in my mouth and groaned with pleasure.

“I didn’t cum last night, and my tanks are full. I’m going to give you the first one now, OK?” Luigi said and I felt his dick spasming already, delivering the first of his massive cumloads. Due to time constraints, it would be the only load in my ass from my darling man this morning.

“That feels awesome … hmmmm! I’m going to cum too! Here it comes!” Raffaello announced as his imminent load was starting to shoot in me.

Piero was so excited his dick was throbbing in my mouth and then I felt him shooting his load into my mouth. He is super hyperspermic and would be able to push in me with Raffaello and cum again within minutes.

The cumload in my mouth tasted so good, and it was a lot! This Italian boy’s dick and cum are legendary!

“Il tempo stringe. Piero, vieni e scopa Antonio per dargli altro del tuo sperma. Mi ritiro. Vero, Raffaello? Riuscirai a venire di nuovo adesso? (We’re running out of time. Piero, come and fuck Antonio to give him more of your cum. I’m pulling out. Right, Raffaello? Will you be able to cum again right now?)” Luigi asked as he was pulling his dick out.

“Sì! Piero, vuoi unirti a me per un ultimo round di sesso? Verrò di nuovo con te! (Yes! Piero, do you want to join me for a last round of fucking? I’ll cum again with you!)” Raffaello announced.

Piero took Luigi’s place behind me but above Raffaello, and pushed his big dickhead into me without waiting. My ass was sopping wet and again, well-stretched. His dick slipped in … deeper and deeper until the head was just 5cm behind Raffaello’s monster dick deep inside my colon.

“È una sensazione fantastica! Piero, potremmo venire insieme e rendere questo un momento che la nostra cara ricorderà? Sto per venire di nuovo! Vuoi venire anche tu con me? (It feels so good! Piero, could we cum together and make this a moment our darling will remember? I’m going to shoot my next load soon! Please shoot your load together with me?)” Raffaello spurred Piero on to cum with him.

“Yes, please! Give me both you loads! Luigi, please cum in my mouth?” I said and took Luigi’s dick in my mouth. It was obvious he was on the brink of cumming again.

And then another four-way orgasm occurred: both dicks in my ass and the one in my mouth exploded while I was shooting mine on the bathroom floor …

“Fuck! I want to cum in your mouth again, please Ant!” Pierre said and approached me on his knees. His massive 33cm dick was rock hard and sopping wet. The second the big head entered my mouth, he groaned and he shot his load into my mouth again. How I loved this man, his dick and big tasty loads!

“Me too, please? Want some more super special English cream? In your mouth?” Clive joked and was standing on his knees next to Pierre. I let go of Pierre’s dick, swallowed his load and took Clive’s cock in my mouth. The second he pushed into my mouth, he started to cum. It filled my mouth and his cum tasted like slightly salty yoghurt … divine!

Raffaello and Piero’s dicks were slowly vacating my ass. First Piero’s and then Raffaello’s dick. He held still until Piero’s dick was out, pushed back into me slowly … all the way … through my inner sphincter … balls-deep … and groaned. He made his dick twitch in me and I moaned …

“Grazie mille, mio caro!” I said and turned my head to kiss this beautiful man.

“You have an ample volume of fuel for the day, but I don’t know if you’d be able to keep it inside you! Damn! This was hot and something to remember and jerk off to in the quiet hours of the morning when I’m pining for you and wanting to do this with you again …!” Raffaello lamented as his dick slipped out.

He immediately spun me around, hugged me to him and kissed my cummy mouth, his big tongue deep in my mouth and his massive dick pushing against my tummy.

“PLEASE come to South Africa, and it will happen! No need for dreaming about it and jacking off by yourself! Our Ant would love you to be with us!” Pierre said … you’re such a darling my big man!

“Vorrei la tua maglietta con cui hai dormito, per favore? Puoi prendere quella che indossavo ieri. Vorrei poter sentire il tuo profumo... Per favore, posso avere la tua maglietta? (I want to have your T-shirt you slept in, please? You can have the one I wore yesterday. I want to be able to smell you … Please, may I have your T-shirt?)” Raffaello said, holding me at arm’s length by my shoulders, looking into my eyes.

“Questa è la richiesta più bella ed erotica che abbia mai ricevuto! Sì, certo! Voglio anche annusarti, tesoro mio!(That is the most beautiful and most erotic request I've ever had! Yes, of course! I also want to smell you, my darling!)” I said, and moved into his embrace. His arms went around my body and he pulled my head on his chest. He kissed me on my head, hugged me and murmured: “Non avrei mai pensato che fosse possibile, ma mi sono innamorata perdutamente di te, Antonio! Sei un ragazzo spettacolare, e il modo in cui mi baci, mi abbracci e accogli il mio cazzo enorme dentro di te è troppo bello per non apprezzarlo, ma voglio anche farlo di nuovo! Ti amo Antonio! (I never thought this would be possible, but I have fallen deeply in love with you, Antonio! You're a spectacular young man, and the way you kiss me, hug me and take my monster cock in you, are too good not to appreciate it, but I also want to do it again! I love you Antonio!)”

We exchanged the T-shirts and when I sniffed his shirt, my heart-beat quickened and I knew: this wasn’t a chance-meeting: the connection was too perfect and too good.

“Continuerò ad annusare questo profumo ogni giorno finché non ci rivedremo a Città del Capo! (I'm going to smell this every day until we see each other again in Cape Town!)” Raffaello said and held my T-shirt to his nose.

I sniffed his and I knew the owner of this scent was going to become an inseparable part of my life …

“Listen, we need to get going! The Clown Brigade could burst in the bathroom any second! Everybody under the shower now, and wash whatever is in front of you! Use shampoo for everything! No time to distinguish between shampoo and shower gel! Come on, guys! Raffa, let go of Ant!” Pierre said.

When did you become such a great sergeant-major, my beautiful tall darling hung hunky friend and lover?

We showered in a frenzy. Shampoo suds and bubbles flew all over the place. It resembled a washing machine gone berserker! And the laughs and jokes and poking and groping never stopped. Not to mention the shampoo-like kisses! And hugging … Fuck! I love the men in my life.

Yes, we had to rush after the shenanigans we’ve just had. And yes, I love my brother, Juan, Johann and Gunther very much as well, but if they burst in and we were still buck naked and not ready, there would be a ‘price’ to pay! I giggled by myself thinking of what André and Johann would say and do …

Within 3 minutes flat, every one of the 7 men were shampooed, showered, rinsed off … and the dicks were only half-mast!

We managed to brush teeth, brush our hair, tittivate with our deodorants, creams and eye-crème and I have managed to finish trimming Raffaello’s beard.

He was looking at me so intently, I had to stop and stare at him too …

I noticed his exceptionally beautiful dark brown eyes, kissable full lips, his mouth that’s almost always smiling. His very dark straight, but slightly curly hair, still damp, looked like it begs to be touched. My one hand slipped down onto his chest with the dark curly chest hair: all are model-like qualities of this fantastic man and lover.

“Che cosa? (What?)”

“Niente! Sto solo ammirando il panorama e guardando un uomo e un amante eccezionalmente belli. Grazie per essere una presenza così piacevole nel nostro gruppo. Posso dirlo...? Credo di essermi già innamorata di te, e lui fa parte del miglior affare mai concluso da un italiano! (Nothing! I'm just admiring the view and looking at an exceptionally beautiful man and lover. Thanks for being a super nice addition to our group. May I say it ...? I think I've fallen in love with you already, and he is part of the best deal ever made by an Italian!)” I said, and took his massive rubbery dick in my hand and kissed Raffaello.

He brushed my hand with the trimmer out of the way and took me in his arms, looked deep into my eyes, rubbed his nose on mine and smiled. Then he kissed me as if we could afford to start anything! He hugged me tight to his body and I felt his monster dick growing against my tummy.

“La penso allo stesso modo, Antonio! Hai sconvolto il mio mondo... Ma dobbiamo prepararci. OK? (I feel the same, Antonio! You’ve turned my world upside down … But, we have to get ready. OK?)”

He hugged me tight to him and Piero stepped up to us and said in English: “Hey, you and any of us can’t afford this right now! My dad and the rest will be here soon and we have to get ready! Zio, talk to your husband!”

“Yes, you’re right, Piero! Let me quickly trim the last of the edges of you beard under your chin!” I said and lifted Raffaello’s chin up so I could finish the beard trimming.

“He’s already beyond gorgeous! Finish your tittivating and toilet and spritzing and let’s go!” Pierre intervened. He put his fingers in my sides and I jumped. “Aha! I see my Ant is awake! Come on! Your tank is full and you’re ready for the day! But apart from that, you’re serviced and have litres of thick white fuel in you, but my stomach has sent me an email enquiring whether my oesophagus was severed! I’m hungry after all the shenanigans! And you?”

He pulled me off Raffaello, “Sorry Wet Dream, but I need to kiss my man too!” and did so spectacularly. I felt his huge dick wasn’t completely soft. I took it in my hand and felt it was already pulsating …

“Stop that! Now! Let’s go, you sex perverts!” Clive piped up.

Pierre gave me a last peck on the lips and we finished our preparations to emerge as the proverbial butterflies from our cocoon.

As soon as everybody was out of the bathroom, I quickly took a dump and douched. There was just too much cum in me, and it might cause an embarrassment if it leaked out. So, sadly I had to get rid of it all, and clean myself out.

While I was rinsing my rectum, I was hoping Raffaello could fuck me when we were in Capri … hmmm!

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No sooner have we started to dress, when it sounded like our door was attacked by an elephant. “Open up, you retard pissies! I need to see my baby bro! Now! Open up …!” André said and when I opened the door, he looked at me as if he’d been chased by a lion! “Baby bro, your Italian Wet Dream on Legs was so rude to us earlier! I’m calling Dad! But first, what are we wearing today? Do we get to change into something else at the airport? What are you going to wear? Come on! Speak up! We’re running out of time!”

“Slow down! And come in! Sheez man! You’ll wake the whole of Sorrento!”

We decided on our clothes for the day and on what to put on before we boarded the airplane. We will have access to the Lounge at the airport where we could shower and put on fresh clothes.

He took me in his arms and kissed me. “All this sex without me is utter nonsense! When we are back home, you’re mine for a whole week! Only mine! You hear? The lot of Itas can wait!”

“Excuse me! Since when do you decide that? What about Clive and me? Do you want me to fuck you or are you going to allow us to have fun with your brother? Your choice! Be warned: we are now at least 6 who will pin you down, and it is not going to be a pretty sight! And calling Dad will help you fuck all! All of us will fuck you and pump you full of cum so that …” Pierre said and took me out of André’s arms, laughing at the expression of amazement on André’s face.

“You will not dare … Baby bro …? I’m shocked at your so-called lovers’ Neanderthal manners, Wet Dream on LOOOOOONG legs, with a dick of death! I’m calling Dad!” André said but Clive hugged him from behind and when he felt Clive’s big dick pushing against his back, he spun around … speechless.

“Et tu, Brutus?” he managed to say in a small voice. “I'm calling Dad – now! The discrimination and the debauchery going on here are unacceptable in any and every civilised society! Don’t forget: I bought a very sharp knife in London! So, watch it!” André said, waving his finger at us all. He retreated to the door, walking backwards, and pretended to give us all ‘the evil eye’.

We all burst out laughing.

“Ja, lag maar! Die een wat laaste lag, lag die lekkerste! Pasop vir julle! Kyk maar oor julle skouers – aanhoudend! Kyk. Oor. Julle. Skouers! Julle is gemerk, julle gevaarlike mans! (Yes, laugh! The one who laughs last, laughs best! Watch out … look over your shoulders – constantly! Look. Over. Your. Shoulders! You are marked, you dangerous men!)” André ‘threatened’ us and we all pulled faces at him and made jeering noises. He was still waving his finger at us when he disappeared into the passage.

“Where did your parents go wrong when they made him? You turned out to be so much better! The exterior of the apparition that threatened us just now is identical, but somewhere the internal machinery, especially his operating system, has gone wrong!” Clive said and shook his head. We all laughed as André is actually harmless. All hot air and a sharp – and very skew! – sense of humour.

We wheeled our cases to park them by the door, our toilet bags on top of them to brush our teeth before we put them in the suitcases, and load our cases in the Kombis. We finished dressing and just as we were putting on our jackets, and scarves around our necks, Armando knocked on the door and called us to come for breakfast.

“*You OK, Ant? We abused you so much – sorry about that! – but it was spectacular! Thanks for putting up with all of us and our hormones! I’ll make it up to you … when you least suspect it,*” Pierre whispered with his arm around my neck as we excited the room.

“*I could’ve said ‘no’ but I wanted it as much as you guys wanted it. Now I have a super special memory and I have tens of millilitres of all your glorious cum inside me … the most precious gift you guys could’ve given me, and for THAT, I say ‘thanks’*” I whispered and lifted my face up for his kiss. Of course I said nothing about letting go all their cum after finishing in the bathroom.

“You just know how to turn me around your little finger! Rascal!” he said and kissed me.

When the others saw that, hands were held with palms facing up, faces with question marks, heads shaking, even index fingers grinding on their temples in true Italian fashion to indicate disbelief and for stupidity.

“Keep your shirts on! I was merely giving my Boikie a kiss! Sheez! Don’t be like that! Don’t you think he deserves …” Pierre got in before André pulled me from Pierre’s arms.

“Leave my baby bro in peace! I know you lot horses abused him! Kom hier na jou Ouboet toe! Ek sal jou teen die verdomde wolwe in skaapklere beskerm! Ek is lus en bel vir Pa! (Come here to your Big Brother! I’ll protect you from the damn wolves in sheep’s clothes! I feel like calling Dad!)“ André said with so much bravado and faux style and airs, we had to laugh.

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Like typical Italian breakfasts, we expected a meagre sweet affair. However Armando managed to convince management to add scrambled eggs on wholewheat toast, with slices of prosciutto ham, mozzarella and ricotta cheese, and tomato slices. There were even a few soft-boiled eggs.

I enquired about some yoghurt … a few eyebrows raised, but backed up by two super sexy and tall TV stars (Raffaello and Giovanni, still known in Italy), the chef gave rapid instructions ... I just heard a name that sounded like piccolo negozio in fondo alla strada, a small shop down the street. He obviously sent the junior chef to a shop to buy yoghurt.

The head chef said to the junior chef: "Compra frutti di bosco, pesca e yogurt al limone. (Buy wild berries, peach, and lemon yoghurt)."

‘Lemon yoghurt’? Wow! That sounded decadent, and I definitely wanted to taste that!

“Grazie mille, chef principale!” I said to the chef.

The head chef looked at me in amazement. “Parli italiano, vero? (You speak Italian, no?)”

“Sì, signore!” I said.

“Giovane, sbrigati e vai a comprare quello yogurt – SUBITO! (Young man, hurry up and go buy that yoghurt – NOW!)”

Wow … I was astonished. My Italian does help!

We were spoiled further: Armando d’Antonio and the Moretti names opened the whole pantry for us: there were cornetti (the singular is cornetto), the Italian cousin of the French croissant, but much sweeter, softer, and typically filled with crema (custard), cioccolato (chocolate), or marmellata (jam; they had the most delicious lemon marmalade there). There was even a maritozzo for each, which is a specialty in Rome: a soft, sweet bun split in half and stuffed with fresh whipped cream. And lastly sfogliatella: a Neapolitan pastry, featuring crispy, layered dough filled with rich ricotta (we were in Sorrento after all!).

Even though it was mostly sweet, sans the delicious toast with scrambled eggs, prosciutto ham, mozzarellaand ricotta cheese, and tomato slices, we enjoyed a delicious breakfast.

Soon the yoghurt arrived: it was delicious! The lemon tasted divine and I wondered how we could ask our dairies to try making lemon yoghurt in South Africa too.

And we had legitimate cappuccino, real tasty coffee for breakfast! Yay!

Armando, Giancarlo and Raffaello were having some sort of meeting, talking in rapid Italian, and the chef joined them. It was clear they talked about our quick visit into Sorrento, the hydrofoil trip to Capri, and our trip via Amalfi back to Roma.

“OK guys! Guys, guys … yes, you too André and Johann! Switch off the Clown Mode for a minute and listen! Listening means those antennae on either side of your heads actually need OPENING, and CLOSING those beautiful big mouths, which are only giving everybody grief! Yes, you too Pierre! I wonder where you keep your big red clip-on noses …! In your pockets? It will explain the bulges in your pants … not you, André! Yours is still growing, right? Make sure he is fed properly …!” Armando didn’t get any further when the three clowns got up and approached Armando, who at 1,95m isn’t a small guy by any measure!

“Say that again …  and slowly, please?” Johann said, and with a huge smile on his face, aimed his iPhone at Armando.

Pierre, himself a good 1,89m, stood in front of Armando, took his chin in his hand and gave him ‘the evil eye’, and bringing his face closer …

“If you wanted a kiss, you could've just asked!” Armando said and kissed Pierre.

“What the fuck! Did you get that, Johann? Did you see that? André, call Dad!” Pierre said, feigning indignation. Then Armando took Pierre in his arms and kissed him again, full lips and it looked like Armando even slipped him some tongue.

“What the fuck! It’s not what I wanted … but damn! You’re a good kisser! Thanks for that!” Pierre said, eyes wide open.

Lots of laughter, boo-hoos and whoops.

Blushing, Armando cleared his throat and said: “After that unsuspected intervention – damn good, I must admit! – I need to inform you of our plans for the day. Yes, yes – you too André! You too! And wait, before you call Dad!”

Armando wasn’t a fool and he called their bluff.

We had a good laugh and André, Johann and Pierre pretended to be offended, but in the end, they too joined in the laughter.

“OK, listen up! André, we’ll allow you to call Dad when we get on the hydrofoil before we feed you to the fish!” Armando joked. “I hope you have called your parents …?”

“How dare you, Ita! Feeding me to the fish? Me? Are you serious?! Juan my love, did you hear this! Baby bro! You’ll not let this witch do that to me …! I’m deeply shocked and hurt! I’ve given you the best week of my life, I have treated you with so much love and dignity and respect and adored you … and this is how you reward me? When you come to visit on Le Plaisir, Dad will lock you in the shed and Mom will feed you lettuce! No lasagne or bobotie! You’re done for! We’ll sell you on the black market …!” André joked and Armando didn’t buy any of this, and instead, he pulled André into his embrace and kissed him too.

André’s eyes were big … and he could feel Armando’s 35cm pushing against his tummy …

“Fuck Ita! Don’t get any ideas, you hear? Juan, please rescue me! This man is dangerous! Baby bro, I think you need to call Dad … sheez! Ita! *Do you have a license for that weapon of ass destruction? My poor baby bro!*” André whispered and copped a brief feel of the massive dick in Armando’s pants. “*Massive anaconda, man oh man!*”

“Yes, get your mind out of the gutter! We need to tell you the plan of action. Raffaello, please: the floor is yours. We will help where necessary. I’ll find their “OFF” switches! Per favore, Raffaello – will you please tell our guests? Giancarlo and I will go fetch the Kombis. Then go brush your teeth and bring your luggage down. Raffaello?”

“Certo, amico mio! Guys, we don’t have much time, so I’m going to keep the visit to the city to one hour. Armando already have the e-tickets for the hydrofoil, so we could get on as soon as we arrive at the harbour.”

Armando and Giancarlo settled the bill at reception while we gathered around Raffaello.

“Guys, the Sorrento peninsula is one of the most beautiful and famous tourist destinations in Campania, a place shrouded in a romantic and magnetic aura like few others, and difficult to describe without seeming obvious and stating the redundant.

“Sorrento is a stunning coastal town, acting as the gateway to the Amalfi Coast, and offering rich history, many dramatic sea views, and excellent cuisine. We’ve had dinner and breakfast here. We’ll not eat anything in the city, but we’ll get something spectacular on Capri. Johann, you’re going to see the most beautiful vistas from there. Your camera is going to work extensively! Top attractions include boat trips to Capri, but first we’re going to do a little exploring in the historic centre, driving past the Marina Grande, seeing the Valley of the Mills. If we had time, we would’ve relaxed at Bagni della Regina Giovanna – a stunning place.

”OK, there are many things to do and see in Sorrento. Some of these are a stroll down the charming Corso Italia shopping street, and sample some of the local specialities such as Limoncello and local pastries. We’ll take you to enjoy cliffside views from Villa Comunale before we board the hydrofoil.

“Unfortunately, we won't have time to visit the Museo Correale di Terranova. I’ll get you some pamphlets on the museum from reception while you fetch your luggage. Antonio, potresti per favore mettere un po' di dentifricio sullo spazzolino che mi ha dato l'hotel? Mi laverò i denti qui, nel bagno della reception. (Antonio, could you please put some toothpaste on the toothbrush the hotel gave me? I’ll brush my teeth here in the bathroom in reception.)”

We thanked Raffaello and went to the lifts. We were very excited to go see Capri, but it sank in that this was our last day in this beautiful country, and what a place to end it!

While we were brushing our teeth, Pierre and Clive had only eyes for each other, and Luigi and Piero stood very close on either side of me.

“I’m so glad I’m leaving with you tonight! And to think I’m going to live with my zio Luigi and our beautiful lover!” Piero said through the foam of the toothpaste. I hugged him to me and made comforting sounds. He was as happy as could be. It was clear he was a tiny bit flustered: he’s leaving his country but he has gained a group of loving guys, and he’ll come to live in a beautiful part of the Western Cape, and with his zio and me, and whoever will join us in Luigi’s house. Eventually we’ll find out what the living arrangements would be. If Dad could get that corner house, between our house and Johann’s house in our complex, Luigi could rent out his place and all of us could live in the three houses next to each other. Piero will have his studies to attend to and live with all of us. I doubt he’d get homesick at all!

We finalised our luggage, I put some toothpaste on Raffaello’s toothbrush and checked the bathroom and our room that nothing was left behind.

When we exited the lifts and entered the foyer on ground level, Armando and Giancarlo entered the hotel through the front door. The concierge has gone to their room to fetch their luggage when they fetched the Kombis.

Raffaello was discussing our intended trip into town with the young girl at reception to get some pamphlets on the points of interest.

The poor girl was flustered: it wasn’t every day she encountered a TV star! She picked the relevant pamphlets from a display against the wall and said something to him. Next thing, she asked him for his signature! This man was a real star! Damn! And he’s our friend now, and one of my favourite super hung lovers.

Armando and Giancarlo quickly went into the bathroom adjacent to the foyer to brush their teeth.

When the Italian brothers-in-law returned, they spoke to the concierge, the receptionist and Raffaello.

“OK, guys! We’re set to go. The Kombis can't stand parked too long – the space is only for dropping off and picking up guests. Grab your suitcases and let’s go! Sorrento and Capri are waiting!”

He was so enthusiastic, one would think this was his first time. He and Raffaello finalised our route into Sorrento and Raffaello gave some of the pamphlets to Giancarlo for the passengers in his Kombi.

“Come, my beautiful friends! Let’s go! Sorrento is a very beautiful city, and Capri even more so!” Raffaello said and held on to our pamphlets. We rolled our suitcases out and the cold of the morning was a shock after the balmy 20ºC inside the hotel.

We quickly loaded our suitcases and belongings in the Kombis. Raffaello sat in the right front seat next to Armando and they talked about our route.

Raffaello turned around to tell us about our trip for the day. We were going to do plus minus an hour’s walking trip in Sorrento before boarding the hydrofoil. Armando and Giancarlo will park the Kombis in the FuorimuraParking, which is located at Via Fuorimura 35, and the garage is only a 5-minute walk from Piazza Tasso, and sits outside the restricted traffic zone (ZTL). It offers valet services and 24/7 surveillance. The Kombis and our luggage would be safe in the garage while we’re in the city and in Capri.

The drive to the parking garage took about 7 minutes. We looked at the pamphlets the hotel gave us and it was clear that this was going to be a day filled with splendour and beauty.

[Note to readers: Do a Google search and have a look at the exquisite places the troupe was visiting. Small wonder, there is a song called: “Torna a Surriento (Return to Sorrento) made famous by Dean Martin”! Words can’t describe the beauty of this city.]

“Before we jump on the hydrofoil to Capri, we can easily explore the historic centre (Centro Storico) on foot. Everything is tightly packed together, so it makes it perfect for a quick, high-impact walk before heading down to the harbour,” Raffaello said and led the way.

We walked the 5 minutes from the parking garage to Piazza Tasso. The views of the city and the sea, and Capri in the distance, were breathtakingly beautiful. The buildings were old but the atmosphere and beauty was something to be seen.

As we entered Sorrento’s vibrant main square, we walked slower and our mouths gaped. Even the Terrible Trio could only utter “Wow” and “Look there!”. It is the beating heart of the town, named after poet Torquato Tasso. An enormous central statue – a bit out of proportion – stood in the centre of the square (piazza), and depictsSaint Antoninus (Sant'Antonino).

The buildings are old but well-cared for, all in different hues of yellow and cream. The beauty of the place was mind-boggling and so impressive.

And everything was clean, with not a shred of paper blowing in the wind or to deface the beauty of the city.

Our iPhones clicked away like there was no tomorrow! Thanks for iCloud to store our thousands of photos!

There is a second, separate Piazza Sant'Antonino located just a couple of minutes' walk away, which features a historic fountain and a distinct statue of the saint, but due to a lack of time, we had to skip it.

Even though we’ve just had cappuccino at the hotel, we stopped for a quick last-minute cappuccino (before the unofficial cut-off time in Italy at 11:00!) at the iconic and beautiful Fauno Barright on the square. The atmosphere was vibrant, typically Italian and the aroma of coffee filled the place. Just to taste it, we ordered our small cappuccinos and stood around, sipping the nice warm beverage.

The location, the experience, the quality of everything, the courtesy and professionalism of the place were world-class and it distinguishes the Fauno Bar as a must see.

Raffaello told us it is the favourite and most favoured meeting point in Piazza Tasso, the main square of Sorrento.

“Over the years the bar has constantly provided hospitality second to none. It serves the highest quality products with a selection of typically Mediterranean dishes, and offers various snacks and light meals. It also offers a delicious assortment of pastries, desserts, ice-creams, cocktails and drinks, but I know you’ll opt for cappuccino, as our time for cappuccino is fast approaching: 11:00! Enjoy! I’m also enjoying one with you guys … *e tu amore mio! (and you my love!)*” he said and squeezed my hand.

My heart made a summersault in my chest … how was this even possible?

The whole piazza and bar were calling for photos and again, the iPhones clicked away like mad. We were making memories and this country has just amazed us from beginning to end.

Raffaello pointed out some highlights and mentioned that what we’re experiencing and were about to see, is only 5% of what this city (or town!) has to offer.

“On your next visit, you have to set aside a whole week for Sorrento, Capri and the whole Amalfi coast! And, if you want me to join you and show you around, I’d be available, depending on what happens … who knows where I’d be in 3 months’ time?” he said and winked.

And my heart made another summersault!

After the cappuccino, Raffaello clinked his cup and told us to finish up so we could go.

Luigi insisted to pay for the cappuccino, despite Armando’s and Raffaello’s (yes, this man wanted to buy us coffee!) insistence to pay. Luigi just ignored them and with his deep sonorous voice and Roman accent, the waitron ignored the two tall (and hugely hung!) men and held the credit card machine for Luigi to use his iPhone to pay with Apple Pay.

“Ti pentirai di aver infranto la legge d’Antonio! Come hai osato, fratello Luigi! Offriamo noi per la tua permanenza qui! Quando verremo in Sudafrica, potrai pagare tu! È l’ultima volta! Manderò la nonna a controllarti, così ti comporterai bene! Vergognati, fratello! (You’ll be sorry for this infringement of the d’Antonio law! How dare you, brother Luigi! It’s our treat to pay for your time here! When we come to South Africa, you could pay! This is the last time! I’ll put Nonna on you to make sure you behave! Shame on you, brother!)” Armando said, but Luigi just pulled him into an embrace and kissed him, right there!

“Attento, fratello! Sai cosa porto con me e cosa succederebbe se mi venisse un'idea, eh? (Be careful, brother! You know what I carry and what if I get an idea, hmm?)” Armando joked and hugged his brother-in-law, and kissed him again.

“Get a room, please! Sheez! There are children and civilized people here! Jy weet! André, bel vir Pa! (You know! André, call Dad!)” Johann piped up.

Raffaello was a bit flustered and didn’t understand what was going on when he heard Johann mentioning ‘calling Dad’ – I had to translate for him. And when I explained to him it is the stock saying of my brother, the man burst out laughing.

“Really? And how would he solve a problem here if he’s in South Africa? I need to meet this Dad! Imagine him doing anything about Luigi kissing Armando!”

“Esattamente! (Exactly!),” I said and then Raffaello surprised me … no, everybody else: he kissed me!

Raffaello looked at André’s face with the disbelief written over it. “Now, please call Dad, André!”

“Baby bro, you need to keep these goons in check! Just look at you lot! I am ashamed of you lot hooligans and street dogs! Making out in public! Ja, ek bel nou vir Pa! (Yes, I’m calling Dad now!)” my brother said, but Clive and Pierre took him in their arms and hugged and kissed him.

“Now, be quiet or we’re throwing you overboard on the way to Capri! OK? OK!” Pierre said after he kissed André. He held André tight to his chest, despite André pretending to wriggle free.

Of course André would pretend to wipe his mouth with overly great bravado, pulling a face and just as he aimed to faux spit on the paving, Juan pulled him to his chest and whispered something in André’s ear. André looked bewildered at Armando with big eyes … what did Juan say to him?

“Come on, we’re going to see something spectacular. André, be careful that you don’t fall into the valley …!” Armando joked.

“Do you plan to throw me, the heart of this group, the first-born of my parents, the source of prime DNA for future generations, the most beautiful man here, over a cliff? Baby bro, will you call Dad, please? And explain what happened to his first-born son?”

“Relax André, and put the melodramatic puppet away! Just come, and be astonished!” Armando said, put his arm around André’s shoulder, hugged him to him, kissed him on the cheek and led the way.

“This Ita is dangerous …!” André said, rolling his eyes, but put his arm around Armando’s waist and hugged him tight. My brother likes this well-hung Ita!

“I heard you, André! Now, come and let me show you something spectacular, and watch it!” Armando could give as good as he got!

The walk from Piazza Tasso to the Vallone dei Mulini took us about 1 to 2 minutes over a distance of roughly 150 to 180 metres. We exited Piazza Tasso, moving away from the sea and past the local taxi rank. We continued a few steps until we saw the sign for the Hotel Antiche Mura on our right (located on Via Fuorimura). The façade of this hotel was impressive and Armando told us it’s also super expensive. We quickly walked up to the entrance and looked in to see the foyer and reception … it was breathtakingly beautiful and impressive beyond belief!

“Stop drooling, Johann! Let’s go! There is more to see!” Armando cracked the whip and we walked on.

“Stop picking on the innocent and the ones with taste and finesse and style, you Italian horse! Just remember, I have Dad on speed-dial!” Johann quipped and got a playful punch in the arm for his remark.

“Look just to the left of the hotel area and along the street railing. There is the direct viewpoint overlooking the deep green gorge we’re about to see. And no, we’re not going to throw you over the edge, André … we’re v e r y tempted, though, but we know Antonio would miss you too much! Come!” Armando put his arm around André’s shoulders and walked on. André’s hand automatically hugged the hung man’s waist.

“You're such an utter and nice piece of shit, Ita!” André said and kissed Armando on the cheek.

“Feeble attempt at kissing! Let me show how it’s done!” Armando said and kissed André.

“Fuck! Baby bro, I know Luigi is a good kisser, but this tall hung hunk knows a thing or two about kissing! Another kiss please, Armando? My man!”

Public entry into the bottom of the gorge is closed, so viewing is restricted to the street-side lookout point from above.

We arrived at the viewpoint and looked down … wow!

The Vallone dei Mulini (Valley of the Mills) is something different. We peered over the stone railing on the edge as we approached it from Piazza Tasso. We looked straight down into a deep, lush green fissure. Inside, we could see the haunting, moss-covered ruins of a 13th-century stone flour mill.

“It’s one of the best attractions in Sorrento. This gem is hiding in plain sight. Vallone dei Mulini, or Valley of the Mills, is a deep gorge. Look and you can see the remains of the town’s flour mills. Having been abandoned in the 19th century, the old buildings are now enveloped in dense greenery, creating a hauntingly beautiful view.”

Johann leaned over the stone railing and took many pictures with his big, grand camera. We whipped our iPhones out too, and clicked away. It was something astonishing to see.

“We have to go now in order to catch the hydrofoil to Capri at 0845. Come!”

We walked down the narrow Via San Cesareo, a bustling Roman-grid alleyway.

“This is the best place to find artisan shops, leather sandals, and free Limoncello tastings. Come, try some of the best Limoncello!” Raffaello said and led the way down this beautiful alley. He stopped at one of the shops where Limoncello is sold. He talked to the owner and told the man we’re from South Africa (never mind the others in our group) and the man looked at us with such amazement in his eyes.

He offered us each a small liqueur glass with the yellow lemon cordial that has a lot of punch and flavour. We’ve had Limoncello before, but to drink it here on this special day, was a revelation. We each wanted to buy a bottle of the yellow liquid but we decided to come and get it when we return from Capri.

Raffaello explained to the owner who was amazed that we’d be buying 18 bottles of his liqueur but will pick it up when we return. And of course, the number of bottles as well as the charm of Raffaello, the super sexy TV star, made for a super deal. Limoncello in Sorrento generally costs between €15 and €25 but the presence of Raffaello and the appearance of the group, made us get a deal of €10 per bottle. Done deal! We paid and would pick it up when we return.

As we walked up the narrow Via San Cesareo, we looked up and saw the striking Sedil Dominova, a 14th-century noble assembly seat featuring a beautifully frescoed open-air cupola.

The beauty of this special city just doesn’t end!

Next up was the Sorrento Cathedral (Cattedrale di Sorrento). We briefly stepped inside this historic complex on Corso Italia to view it's intricate triple-tiered bell tower and a permanent, highly detailed 18th-century Neapolitan Nativity scene.

“Guys, for you who might be interested, the architecture blends early Christian and Baroque styles, with marble columns salvaged from ancient Roman villas. I think it is an exquisite cathedral.

We ended our walk at the Villa Comunale Park cliffside terrace garden, a beautiful venue in itself. Plus, it offers the most celebrated panoramic view of the Bay of Naples and Mt. Vesuvius.

The cameras and iPhones clicked away. The beauty was incredible and exquisite.

What an experience to see all this beauty in such a short period of time, over such a short distance!

“It’s almost 0830 now. Just in time to get to the harbour and get our hydrofoil tickets. Getting to the harbour, we do not need to hike back down the cliffs. We are taking the Sorrento Lift (elevator) located inside the park. It deposits us directly at the ticket booths of Marina Piccola to board our hydrofoil,” Armando informed us.

The Sorrento Lift connects the cliff-top Villa Comunale Park to Marina Piccola harbour. It costs €1.20 for a single ticket. This cliffside elevator is a small cabin running inside the rock face, opening near the coastal beach clubs and short walkways to the docks. It drops straight down the steep cliff from the park terrace to a tunnel exiting near Marina Piccola.

Six of us entered the lift. Raffaello was in charge of the group who joined him and I was so lucky to be one of his group! Armando would bring the rest of the group with the next trip. We’d wait for them at the bottom.

In the lift Raffaello ensured he was standing behind me. The space was limited, so he used it to his advantage: he put his arms around my chest and pulled me tight to him. His massive dick was way beyond flaccid … it pushed into my lower back.

“*Lo senti? Vuole venire a salutarti come si deve! Presto... a Capri! Tesoro mio! (Feel that? He wants in to say goodbye to you properly! Soon … in Capri! My darling!)”

“*Sì, per favore! Ho bisogno di sentirlo ancora una volta e di portare con me un po' del suo latte maschile... (Yes, please! I need to feel him once more and take some of his man milk with me …)*” I whispered with my head turned sideways.

He answered me by kissing me, turning me around and took me in his arms. The kiss was exquisite and memorable …

“Fuck it, horn dogs! Get a room! Sheez! If the mafioso see you now, you're going straight to one of their brothels! Ant, we better warn your parents against this man! I’m going to call Dad!” Pierre joked, stepping in behind me, pushing his hard dick against my lower back.

“*And you, my beautiful hung hunk? What is so hard in your pants … hmmm?*” I said softly, turning my head towards Pierre, and smiled at him. When I put my hand behind my back, I could feel his dick was rock hard! Damn! “*I still love you lots, you know?*”

“You better! I’ll die if you throw me away …!”

“Never, my donkey-dick man!”

“Just … LOOK at you, Peertjies! Who needs to get a room now? What did you say earlier?” Clive piped up and stepped closer. He pushed his huge bulge against my other thigh and I felt it was pulsating with lust.

“Hmmmm! Still not enough? We’ll make a plan to drain your tanks! We don’t want you to overheat on your flight tonight and cause an on-board fire!” I joked. “Come here, you beautiful man!”

I put my one arm around his neck and pulled him to me. He kissed me like only he can … hmmm! What a beautiful and nice guy I’ve stolen from his dad!

We gathered at the exit from the lift and started to walk to the harbour, Marina Grande.

Soon we were right by the boats, hydrofoils and yachts. Armando bought 13 tickets at €20 a piece.

Being Electrical and Electronic engineering students, we’re always interested in the workings of things and structures. I asked Armando if there might be a flyer explaining the hydrofoils and why they're used. He asked the young woman behind the counter and she gave us a few pamphlets.

“Guys, I have forgotten one major problem. We’ve been here so long ago and we have forgotten that it’s winter. Fortunately, we’re having good weather today with little wind, which count in our favour!” Armando said.

We boarded the smallish hydrofoil, lingered on the deck, took pictures of what Sorrento looks like from there, and of Capri in the distance. Then a horn sounded for us to find our seats in the cabin below.

First we loitered a bit longer on deck until to take in the breathtakingly vistas of Sorrento, the Bay of Naples and Capri in the distance. Then the boat starting leaving the harbour. We could see the Isle of Capri in the distance, but when we looked back at Sorrento, we gasped. It was picture-perfect and beautiful like only the Amalfi region could look like! The cameras clicked like popcorn popping against the lid on the pan.

Raffaello asked us to go down into the cabin and find seats as the speed of the hydrofoil and the wind would be unpleasant, and a bit dangerous too. We went down into the hull and settled in our comfortable seats of the modern and stylish hydrofoil.

There are a fully enclosed cabins, and a seated indoor passenger compartment with very comfortable airplane-style seats.

I settled in next to André – he just demanded “out of fraternal obligation and brotherly love” he was claiming his place in the pecking order – then I took the pamphlets out and we looked at them. We read up on the specs of the hydrofoils, being used between Sorrento and Capri. They are high-speed vessels and passenger-only vessels (no cars or freight is allowed, to maximize their lightweight high speed capacity and capability).

The hydrofoil feature is submerged: these are wing-like foils that lift the hull out of the water when travelling at speed. The hydrofoils enable the vessels to complete the 15 km crossing in about 20 to 25 minutes, and used to operate frequently by major carriers like the Alilauro Hydrofoils, which we were using.

“Baby bro, look: a special characteristic of the hydrofoils is their high velocity: because the foils lift the bow out of the water reducing the drag to a large extent. Therefore they can reach speeds typically between 30 to 40 knots, making it significantly faster and much more comfortable than traditional car ferries,” André pointed out. “As the savvy one regarding cars and stuff like this, I'm sure it all impresses you. Well, I'm impressed!”

“Yes, I'm impressed of course! It says here a ride on the hydrofoils tend to be smoother than regular ferries in calm water, but service is suspended or delayed during rough seas and high winds. When the hull is raised above the water, strong winds could cause discomfort or worse, cause instability. I'm glad there’s hardly any wind today! Smooth sailing, right?”

Andres hand found mine and he squeezed. I looked at my mirror image, and he smiled.

“You know, being a Boss model, you're really a sexy and attractive guy!” André said and when I looked at him, a carbon copy of me, he smiled his naughty smile and kissed me.

“So, nice to kiss a sexy guy!”

I just kissed him back … and then he lightly bit my lower lip! WTF!

“Ouch! Your love has teeth and it hurts!”

“Sorry! Blame Johann! It's his bad influence! Call Dad! This hooligan needs to be put in his place!”

“I heard you, you vile street dog rubbish trash! And just so you know: I no longer love you! This liaison has reached the end of its shelf-life! You're never to taste true love again and try to worm your way in between Pierre …” Johann said from behind us.

“What? I was complimenting you, you piece of trash! And leave the name of my brother from another mother out of your filthy pie-hole! How I hate you!”

“I hate you more!”

“Trash!”

“Snake!”

“Dragon poo!”

“I’ll never support you again!”

“I want all my love back!”

“To give it to the street cats in Sorrento?”

“At least they're not backstabbers …”

“Stop it you two horrible and beautiful of toads!” Pierre intervened. “Kiss Johann him and tell him you're sorry and you will never attack his supreme integrity!” Pierre said. By then all of us were laughing at this impromptu circus act.

André got up, moved back and sat on Johann’s lap. He took the moustached wonder’s face between his hands, looked into his hazel-brown eyes, rubbed his nose over Johann’s nose and said: “I hate you like I hate biltong! I could never live without your venomous and great obnoxious personality! I fucking love you, you bloody rubbish!” and kissed Johann.

Johann was taken aback and pretended it was inappropriate for André to sit in his lap, but he returned the kiss … his hands took André’s face and looked at André with so much love.

“Oh fuck no! Get a room, you perves! I'm calling Dad!” Pierre said and we all laughed heartily. André remained in Johann’s lap a few more seconds, and something passed between them …

“Get off him! He might take your virginity right here! The shameless behaviour of the lizards and toads here …” Pierre said and poked André in his ribs.

“I'm telling Dad next time to give you battery acid instead of our export wine! And just so you know, you three-legged wet dream, I want you to remember this face: you're never going to see another one like this again!” André said, but everyone was laughing, including Pierre and André.

“I will look at Ant then, you dumb sex-bomb!” Pierre and leaned over to kiss André.

André kissed Pierre too … and then Johann groaned.

All the commotion on top of his dick caused his dick to wake up. André felt it and gasped.

“No, Mr Rubberman! That thing is not going in me!”

“Then get off me and go sit with the perfect half of the twins!” Johann said, but André groped Johann’s bulge.

“Guys, come feel this pervert! I'm calling Dad! Now! We know you're walking around with an unlicensed loaded weapon! Are you calling Dad, Baby bro?”

By then the mood was light, full of jokes and the Terrible Trio were entertaining us like only the could!

Raffaello was watching all of this with so much enjoyment. He’d fit in like a hand in a glove!

The hydrofoil’s engines hummed as it started to move out of the enclosure of the harbour, into the gulf of Napoli and headed towards Capri. As soon as the hydrofoil reached open water, the powerful engines roared with a deep hum and we sped through the water. We could feel the very fast but small inclination when the hull tilted slightly upwards.

When the hydrofoil lifted off, the experience was a sudden reduction in drag, a dramatic drop in noise, and the smooth sensation of ‘flying’ over the water.

Suddenly it was quiet: the sound of the engine and the hull slap sounds faded away as water contact stops. It was a smooth motion and the choppy waves disappeared beneath us, leaving a calm light gliding feeling.

It was almost as if the boat felt weightless and free, like a high-speed flight. We could hear only the sound of wind and a soft hum from the engines and the foils gliding through the water. It felt much faster than being stuck in the water on an ordinary boat. And, it wasn’t so bumpy.

The discussions were now about the views, the seabirds, the coastline, Capri: everyone was clearly enjoying the moment.

We could see Capri in the distance and to see it, in the distance, made for some magic. Raffaello came to sit next to me and Luigi went to sit with Armando.

Raffaello leaned over to me and said in Italian that it’s always an adventure to visit Capri, and the view approaching it by boat, is one of the highlights. The island was much higher than I thought, even though we’ve see it from the mainland.

The island looked like it consisted of two main parts: a smaller lower left side (Capri, more to the eastern end) and a higher, bigger and higher part to the right (Anacapri, more to the western end).

There were quite a number of boats and other hydrofoils coming and going. When another hydrofoil approached from the island, I stood up and peered through the window. It was fascinating to see the boat’s hull higher in the water, making for the smoother and less bumpy trip.

Raffaello’s arm was around my shoulders and he touched my cheek with his incredibly long and beautiful thumb, while his exquisite fingers rested on my neck, and then absentmindedly stroking my shoulder.

He leaned towards me and whispered in my ear: “*Ovviamente ormai lo sai che mi sono innamorato di te. Non riesco a smettere di pensare a ieri a Pompei e alla notte scorsa... sei un ragazzo fenomenale. Nessuno prima di te sapeva gestire il mio grosso cazzo come hai fatto tu, e le doppie scopate di stamattina sono state qualcosa che non avrei mai pensato possibile. È stato un sogno che si è avverato e tu sei una star. Sono duro qui e non vedo l'ora di darti la tua scopata d'addio e un'altra sborrata del mio grosso e denso sperma bianco. Spero che questo ti faccia ricordare di me e che tu sappia che verrò sicuramente a trovarti in Sudafrica. Ti amo, Antonio! (Of course you know by now that I have fallen in love with you. I cannot stop thinking of yesterday in Pompeii and last night … you are a phenomenal guy. Nobody before you could really handle my big dick the way you did, and the double fucks this morning were something I never thought would be possible. It was a dream come true and you’re a star. I’m hard here and I can't wait to give you your good-bye fuck and another load of my big and thick white cumload. I hope that will make you remember me, and know that I’m definitely coming to visit you in South Africa. I love you, Antonio!)*”

“Sì, per favore! Sarebbe il regalo più bello che potrei desiderare e sai che non ti dimenticherò mai e che sarai sempre il benvenuto a venirci a trovare, e se riuscirai a trovare un lavoro come modello a Città del Capo, vorrei che venissi a vivere con noi. E ovviamente ti amo anch'io! Come potrei non amarti, mio bellissimo Principe Italiano! (Yes please! It would be the best gift I could ask for and you know that I will never forget you and that you will be welcome to visit us, and if you can find a job as a model in Cape Town, I want you to come live with us. And of course I love you too! How could I not love you, my beautiful Italian Prince!)*”

Luigi returned and saw I was holding Raffaello’s hand and smiled at me. He whispered in my ear: “Felice, amore mio? È un uomo davvero gentile e bellissimo. Vorrei tanto che venisse a vivere con noi! (Happy, my love? He is a very nice and beautiful man. I wish he could come live with us!)*”

Once again, I realised how lucky I was to have met Luigi. He is the perfect man to become my husband one day. He understands me and my love of big dicks, but he also knows that he’ll always be my first love, and I want him to marry me, despite the likes of the beautiful Giovanni, and hugely hung Pierre, Clive, and now Raffaello …

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The trip to Capri was uneventful, if one could ignore the antics of the Terrible Three! But forgetting their jokes and the non-stop entertainment is highly unlikely. They spared nobody, nothing is holy enough to leave it alone, no topic is untouched and at times we were laughing so much that Armando and Raffaello translated some of the jokes to the other passengers on the hydrofoil. The majority laughed with us and cheered the trio on. Pouring fuel on a fire!

“Mi piace tantissimo stare con voi! Se la vita con voi è così, sarei davvero interessato a unirmi a voi, a patto che la mia attrezzatura ingombrante non vi spaventi e che vogliate che io sia lì con voi. Parlerò con Claire della Boss Models... si chiama così, giusto? Fare il modello potrebbe essere una bella alternativa, per cambiare un po'. (I’m enjoying you lot so much! If this is what life is like to be with you guys, I’m extremely interested to join you if you’re not scared off by my massive equipment and want me there with you. I’ll talk to Claire at Boss Models … that’s her name, right? Modelling could be a nice alternative for a change.)”

“Yes, please talk to Claire! I … we … would love to have you … hmmm!” I said and kissed Raffaello’s cheek. He turned his head, pointed his finger to his mouth and waited for a kiss. He put his hand on the far side of my face and hugged me close, and slipped me some tongue … Fuck! My hand was on his thigh and when I pushed the back of my hand on his crotch, it was hard and the massive dick was already pulsating in his pants.

“*Sembra che gli piaccia molto...! E anche lui piace molto a me! Per non parlare del suo padrone! (He seems to like me very much ...! And I also like him very much! Not to mention his owner!)*” I joked and pushed my hand hard against the big bulge in his pants.

“*Presto ci divertiremo un po'... ma sai già che ti amo, vero? (We’ll have some fun soon … but you know I already love you – right?)*”

“*Certo! (For sure!)*” I said and turned my lips to him to get a kiss.

“Get a room! Please! We’re in public and most of us have had breakfast an hour ago!” Johann said.

“What a beautiful disgrace you are!” Pierre added.

“I was thinking …” Raffaello started.

“That’s dangerous!” Pierre interrupted.

“Jealousy makes you nasty!” Raffaello said and kissed me again.

“I hate you!” Pierre said with a huge smile.

“No you don’t!”

“Oh, I definitely hate you!”

“You're impossible!”

“You're a disgrace!”

“It’s called style!”

“It's called arrogance!”

“You're dramatic!”

“You're annoying!”

We were laughing so much and the passengers on the hydrofoil who could understand English, laughed with us.

Pierre threw his baseball cap at Raffaello who deftly caught it with one hand.

“Are you giving me a ‘good-bye’ present already? Is this the best you can do? Cheapskate!”

“You’ll give that cap back! You don’t deserve a dead rat!”

“Oh really? I'm cancelling the Porsche I’ve ordered for you!”

“Nooooo …! What? You … Did you hear that my love? A Porsche! Wow! A 911, I hope? I do have my standards, but I’ll just have to squeeze my tall frame into that small German Dinky Toy!” Pierre said. “I’ll get you a Lada from Russia! OK?”

“No Russian trash in my yard!”

“Beggars can’t be choosers! Take it or leave it. I believe they have stripped it of its wheel caps to shave off 1,7kg to ensure it reaches 89 km/h!”

“Ita, stop talking shit! What was it you were thinking of? There was smoke coming out your ears … so it must’ve been something vaguely important? Yes?” Pierre heckled Raffaello again.

“Stavo pensando di viaggiare con te a Fiumicino Leonardo da Vinci e poi tornare a Sorrento in aereo (I was thinking of travelling with you to Fiumicino Leonardo da Vinci, and fly back to Sorrento.)” Raffaello said and looked at Armando, squeezing my hand.

“That doesn’t mean shit! What are you talking about, Ita?” Pierre asked.

“*Davvero, tesoro mio? (Really, my darling?)*” I whispered.

“For us to know, and for you to find out, Daddy Long-leg!” Armando heckled Pierre. “You’ll see! Behave, and have faith and some patience …!”

Raffaello giggled and squeezed my hand.

“Ma certo! Abbiamo un alloggio a Roma (But of course! We have accommodation in Rome)”, Armando said.

“Grazie. Ho dei parenti a Roma nel caso non riuscissi a trovare un volo. (Thanks. I have family in Rome if I can't get a flight),” Raffaello said.

“Certo!” Armando said.

Armando stood up and looked at the Terrible Trio, gave then ‘The Evil Eye’, but he was smiling:

“You guys are terrible! Behave now! We’re about to dock in Marina Grande.” Armando said but he too was laughing a lot. “Today all the passengers on this hydrofoil were traumatised, and will be marred and scarred for life! Behave now! Or I’m calling Dad!” Armando said and looked at André when he mentioned Dad!

“I’ll have my sharp knife ready when you set foot on the farm, you elephant man!” André said, not missing a beat.

The hydrofoil was reducing speed and was slowly arriving at the Marina Grande. The harbour was packed with all sorts of boats. It’s the primary northern port handling all public ferries, hydrofoils, and commercial traffic from the mainland – mainly from Sorrento. It also features the island's largest beach and direct transit connections via the funicular and buses. It also serves the wooden rowboats to go see the Blue Grotto.

As soon as the hydrofoil has docked, we disembarked and followed Armando to pick up our tickets for the Blue Grotto Gabriella has booked for us online. After we have gone into the tiny town of Anacapri, we would be visiting the most famous attraction of Capri – the Blue Grotto before returning to Sorrento.

The Blue Grotto is technically open year-round, but winter visits are rare and heavily restricted by frequent closures due to rough seas, high winds, and a shortened winter schedule of 09:00 AM to 14:00.

Fortunately on this cold January morning, there was virtually no wind and the sea was very calm, given the season. The skies were clear with clouds on the horizon, making it a perfect day to visit the Blue Grotto. We would be lucky enough to see this natural wonder before we take the hydrofoil back to Sorrento. So, we’d be going to enjoy a trip to the magnificent Blue Grotto after all.

We stood on the harbour but due to lower light conditions during winter time, we were first going to go into Capri Town first, and then Anacapri for the spectacular views from up there. And then just before heading back to Sorrento on the hydrofoil, we’d have our chance to see the Blue Grotto. We didn’t have tickets (at €19 per person each) which gives us entrance to the cavern on the small wooden rowboats. Gabriella tried to book us the tickets online but the grotto entrance is paid on the spot at the cave, currently around €18 per person.

Armando explains that it breaks down to roughly €14 for the rowboat service plus a ~€4 entry charge split between the local municipality and Italy’s culture ministry (the grotto is treated as a cultural site, like a museum). One pays, using cash. We offered to give him money, but he flatly refused.

First, our early-January winter trip to visit to the Island of Capri, and into Capri and Anacapri, offered a vastly different, deeply authentic experience, and then the Blue Grotto … Armando told us that during this time of year, the island sheds its glamorous, crowded exterior and adopted a warm, local holiday charm.

Armando asked Raffaello if he’d like to take charge of our visit into Capri and Anacapri. He gladly accepted and with that he proved to be the nice guy we came to know since our visit to Pompeii.

“Guys, for the benefit of everybody here, including the Clown Squad … ahem … no names, no pack drill …” Raffaello said before Johann rudely interrupted him by remarks and threats that his sorry beautiful ass and massive assets … ahem, indeed! – would be sold to the highest bidder in Istanbul (why Istanbul?) if he made another crude ‘undeserved’ remark!

“We are the embodiment of true talent and entertainment and ensuring you never have a dull moment …” Johann said, but Raffaello just hugged him and contined,

“As I was trying to say, I’d speak English only, now behave Clown Squad, and pay attention in class! There will be an examination before you’re allowed back on the hydrofoil!”

“Is-tan-bul! Is-tan-bul! Is-tan-bul!” the Trio hissed.

We were all laughing heartily, including Raffaello.

“Being a guide in my spare time, and having visited Capri recently, here are what we’ll be doing before our visit to the Blue Grotto. I've also received an abbreviated itinerary from a buddy of mine who comes here often, also leading groups, but groups with style, no hostilities or threats … what? What’s that Johann? Oh really? Yours is bigger … oh, just better? Shame! We’ll let Antonio decide that!”

“If I had a chorizo now … what a rude man! Guys, do you think we could be so heartless to the sharks to throw him overboard?”

“There are no sharks here!” Armando said, and Johann pulled a face and stuck out his tongue at Raffa.

“I’ll forgive you, your caffeine levels are just low! I’m sending the itinerary to Antonio’s iPhone. Saresti così gentile da condividerlo con tutti gli altri, per favore, amore mio? (Would you be so kind to pass it on to all the others, please my love?). Grazie mille!”

“Back to the business in hand! Things to do in Capri:

·            We will go to La Terrazza di Capri on Monte Solaro from Marina Grande harbour, using a direct bus to Anacapri to see the Piazza Vittoria and then ride the 12-minute chairlift (Seggiovia) to the summit. The chairlift provides direct access to the panoramic terrace. Something incredible to see.

·            We’ll ride the chairlift to Monte Solaro in Anacapri which will either silence the Peanut Gallery, or make them shriek like Grade 8 girls at an Is-tan-bul body-building competition …

·            On the Via Camerelle you can shop luxury brands if you wanted to get some last presents to take home.

·            We’ll walk the Via Krupp and visit the gardes at Giardini di Augusto.

·            As there will be no time to take a boat tour to the Faraglioni Rocks, you’ll see those from above. The Faraglioni Rocks in Capri are three famous sea giants named Stella, di Mezzo, and di Fuori. You can browse picture collections of these stunning coastal views on your internet browsers. You will be able to take pictures from Anacapri on the Monte Solaro and from the Gardens of Augustus.

The Three Rocks of the Faraglioni Rocks are:

·       Stella: The tallest rock, which stays connected to the land.

·       di Mezzo: The middle rock, known for its cool natural sea arch.

·       di Fuori (Scopolo): The outer rock, home to the rare blue lizard

·       And lastly: We’ll explore the legendary Blue Grotto

“I’ll talk to you during our trip up to Anacapri and when we come back into Capri.”

He fiddled with his iPhone and a few seconds later, my iPhone binged and I forwarded the itinerary for the day trip to all the other 11 members in our group. All their phones binged one after the other – they all had the itinerary on their phones.

“Before the hit squad starts to threaten me again with Istanbul – why istanbul, I wonder: there will be ample time to eat and drink later on. OK? OK! Let’s go!, Boys and Men!” Raffaello said, deliberately stressing the word ‘Boys’, with the expected results.

The faux insults, the threats and the faux discontent were merely smoke and mirrors. None of these guys are bad, but they are just born to stir and cause mayhem – and they enjoy to do that! Not that Raffaello didn’t enjoy it too!

But Raffaello isn’t just a pretty face and a man with three legs – he has a heart of gold, a persona that makes you love him on the spot. He has style, he is kind and intelligent, and is worth the adoration he gets from fans, friends and surely his family.

Well, I know all 12 of us like him very, very much!

“OK, GUYS!” Raffaello stressed the word ‘guys’, “we have to get going!”

“Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!” the guys cheered him on.

“Guys, I’ll do what I’ve done at Pompeii with you: I’ll lead and will explain and point out important points of interest. You all have the framework on your phones. Check back as we continue. Just remember, we can’t hang around too long as we still must get back to Marina Grande to get in the rowboats to visit the Blue Grotto. That, Boys and MEN, will be the final and biggest WOW for you in Italia!”

None of the Clown Brigade heckled Raffaello. In fact, Johann led the way to the bus!

“Come you snails and tortoises and slow boats! Let’s go! Raffeallo, are you OK my dear man? I believe you’ve been Q U I T E busy with our boy … hmmm? Don’t let us catch you falling asleep during our outing! We have the itinerary, so we won’t wake you up or offer you a drink or any food. We might leave you here to stay with the stray cats …”

“Yes, Big Bad Mouth Johann! I’ve got it on good authority that what you gained in volume and a big loud mouth, you’ve lost in heart size … quite a small pea heart! Don’t worry, this big bad wolf will not hold your lack of love for your fellow men against you. He just might hold something else against …” Raffaello got in.

‘You sneaky son of a … How dare you speak to this fine cultured and special specimen of a civilized man like this? Look at me! Perfection to a T, perhaps not as hung as you, Mr Elephant, but I have my special qualities, I’ll have you know! Anton, you’re staying with us from now on. Please come walk with us. This Ita is only testosterone in overdrive and cursed with a tree trunk … but no style or love! Come! Who is coming with …” Johann got in.

“Enough of this horsing around, you beautiful moustached wonder! Let’s leave our tall, dark and handsome hung TV hunk and star lead us. Come, let’s go!” Juan said with conviction and authority.

“To complete our day trip before we visit the Blue Grotto, we’re taking a direct bus here from Marina Grande to Anacapri, then we ride the Monte Solaro Chair Lift to the summit, then by bus to Capri town, and finish by taking the funicular back down to Marina Grande. Check on your phones,” he said.

We all checked our phones.

DAY TRIP WITH LITTLE TIME AVAILABLE TO SEE CAPRI

Leg 1: Marina Grande to Anacapri

• Transport: Direct island bus from the port.
• Travel time: 20 to 25 minutes.
• Details: Arrive at Marina Grande and head to the bus station right at the port to catch the uphill coach heading straight to Anacapri.

The bus uphill to Anacapri was pleasant. It also offered a beautiful vista when we looked out at the harbour and the sea beyond.

“Look in the distance where Sorrento is. The views from Capri is breathtaking and you will want to return, just like you will return to Sorrento!”

I was sitting next to him and he pulled me close to him.

“*Conosco il proprietario del ristorante dove pranzeremo velocemente. Se possibile, vorrei riempirti di nuovo prima di lasciare l'isola. Sono così eccitato e bagnato in questo momento! Sarà una cosa veloce, ma vorrei dartela. Vero? (I know the owner at the restaurant where we’re having a quick lunch. If we can manage, I’d like to refill you before we leave the island. I’m so hard and wet right now! It will be a quick one but I want to give it to you. Right?)*” Raffaello said and pushed my hand against his bulge. It was rock hard and throbbing. My own dick was hard in a heartbeat!

“*Sì, grazie! E magari anche stasera all'aeroporto? (Yes, please! And perhaps at the airport again tonight?)*” I said softly.

“*Ottima idea! Ti voglio già un bene immenso, sarà difficile vederti andare via stasera... e mi mancherai! (Good idea! I love you so much already, it is going to be hard to see you go tonight … I will miss you already!)*”

We arrived at the Monte Solaro Chairlift.

“Guys, Armando said he’ll pay for the chairlift. We’re going to walk around at the top to see the Faraglioni Rocks and the panoramic views from there. We’re coming back with the chairlift and walk around here in Anacapri.”

Armando bought the return tickets and got them at €12 each for all 13 of us.

I realised the amount of money the d’Antonios have paid for us over these days, has been astronomical. It is very clear Luigi is a respected and loved member of the Moretti and d’Antonio families. And now they have inherited 11 more of us … including three clowns!

Leg 2: Anacapri and Monte Solaro Chairlift

• Location: The chairlift departs from Piazza Vittoria in Anacapri.
• Cost & Time: About €12–€14 round-trip; 13 minutes each way.
• Details: Board the single-seat Monte Solaro Chair Lift up to the highest peak on the island (589 meters) for panoramic views, spend 15 minutes at the top for panoramic winter views* before riding back down into Anacapri.
• Note: *Faraglioni Rocks are visible from the summit as well.

·       In Anacapri, walk through the quiet pedestrian centre along Via Giuseppe Orlandi.

• Catch a fast external glimpse of Villa San Michele without going inside to save time.

We got on the chairlifts – one person on each separate chair, similar to ski lifts in the Alps – one after the other in Anacapri, and we arrived at the top. The view was incredible.

“Are these big white rocks in the sea the Faraglioni Rocks, Raffaello?” Clive asked Raffaello.

“Yes, those three rock formations are the Faraglioni Rocks you see there. Exquisite, isn’t it?”

We took many photos and Raffaello, Luigi, Pierre, Clive and my beautiful half-bred Italian street cat Giovanni (every time I look at him, I’m amazed at this stupendously beautiful 1,94m tall man, with a face like an angel, his exquisitely long and beautiful hands … not to mention his huge feet and his big 29cm, uncut, thick dick, so veiny, with a big head, curving slightly downwards, an exquisite big piss-slit, an enormous amount of precum, shooting multiple huge loads; an absolute hung hunk on every level!) all took chances to stand next to me, or hugging me, and Raffaello kissed me deep and lingering while the others took photos of us.

“Please! Get a room, you tall wet dream on legs! You’ve been involved with us for 24 hours and you behave as if you’re on honeymoon with my brother! I’m calling Dad!” André piped up and pushed between Raffaello and me. “Staan eenkant toe, jou sexy Olifantman! Dis nou my beurt! (Stand to one side, you sexy Elephant Man! It’s my turn now!)”

Raffaello wasn’t perturbed in the least. Instead, he allowed André in and then he hugged my brother as well. When André looked up in astonishment, Raffaello pulled him closer and kissed him! It was clear André got some tongue too.

When Raffaello let go of André, my brother was stunned. He had an expression on his face that was indescribable … but his potty mouth recovered quickly.

“Fuck! Small wonder my brother is smitten with you, Ita!” André said and stood on his toes and put his one hand behind Raffaello’s head, pulled it down and kissed him again.

“Do you like it that much that you wanted more? I’m glad. What were you going to tell your Dad?”

“Oh just shut up, you fucking sexy Ita! What I’m going to tell Dad has nothing to do with you! Now that I’ve kissed you, you don’t have carte blanche and you're still on probation! Baby bro, watch this one! He is sneaky and .. fuck! Another kiss, please?” André caused such a laugh amongst the guys and even applause for his performance.

Raffaello pulled him into a proper embrace again and kissed André. André hugged Raffaello’s chest with both arms. He had his arms tightly around the tall hunk’s chest, and the kiss lasted longer than the first two …

“You mentioned something about ‘getting a room’, didn’t you? Are you vying to be invited into the same room with Ant and Raffaello? Perhaps I should be the one to call Dad?” Pierre piped up and pulled André off Raffaello, and kissed my brother. Clive was next and then Gio surprised us all: he took André and kissed him properly.

“Enough of this! You’ve taken your pictures, there was an extensive demonstration of the influence of male hormones running rife amongst you lot! Just now we’d be arrested for public indecency! Ensure your hard-ons are hidden and your zips are still intact! Let’s go and give Antonio and his big-mouthed brother some breathing space! Before you know it, this trumpet mouth could pin you down and have his way with you!” Armando had a sharp sense of humour and we all had a good laugh.

However, we all took one last look and returned to the chairlift to go down to Anacapri.

The giggling continued from chair to chair suspended in the crisp winter air. Down in Anacapri somehow we all were walking close to each other with arms around shoulders, around middles and some even holding hands.

In Anacapri we walked around the centre along Via Giuseppe Orlandi which is the charming, main pedestrian walking street of Anacapri, celebrated for its authentic local atmosphere, artisan shops, and historic landmarks rather than sweeping panoramic sea vistas. It was a peaceful, vibrant cultural hub away from the busier crowds of Capri town. It was beautiful.

We wandered the entire length of the beautiful street lined with white buildings with balconies and marvelled at the unique shops and eateries. We only tried some of the lemon-themed drinks. It was so refreshing and tasty, a real Capri speciality, Raffaello told us. We’ve already bought some Limoncello in Sorrento, so we only tasted the produce on the beautiful Via Giuseppe Orlandi.

We didn’t get anything to eat as Raffaello told us we’re heading to the Ristorante Panorama Capri in the quiet upper neighbourhood section of Capri town.

Due to time constraints, we only caught a fast external glimpse of the Villa San Michele without going inside.

Leg 3: Anacapri to Capri Town (Piazzetta)

• Transport: Short local bus.
• Travel time: 15 minutes.
• Details: Take the bus connection from Anacapri over to Capri town to explore the famous Piazzetta, designer boutiques, and scenic overlooks like the Gardens of Augustus. Walk down Via Vittorio Emanuele and turn on to Via Federico Serena. Follow the signs through the quiet, cobblestone paths toward the sea. Take a 5 minute walk to the Gardens of Augustus to catch the panoramic view of the Faraglioni rocks.
• Walk down the quaint pedestrian Via Giuseppe Orlandi shopping lane, peek at the majolica-tiled floor of the Church of San Michele, and perhaps grab a quick espresso and panini.

After the delightful walk down the Via Giuseppe Orlandi, we took a bus to Capri. There we were enthralled by the Piazzetta with its design boutiques (frightfully beautiful but equally expensive – a place where we only ‘bought with the eyes’!).

We sauntered down the Via Vittorio Emanuele and Via Federico Serena, and were delighted with the beautiful place, white buildings, immaculate shops, restaurants with expensive but obviously delicious fare (the pictures on the menus at the doors made us hungry!), and being winter, not too many tourists were around.

Then on to the Gardens of Augustus – which, even in winter – were a delight and beautiful. While there, we could see the Faraglioni rocks again, not from the same altitude as from the highest point we visited earlier.

We took some more pictures of the Faraglioni rocks and of us with the sea and the rocks as a backdrop. We commandeered another tourist to take full group photos of all 13 of us. I made a point to stand with Luigi and André, and with Pierre and Clive, and with Raffaello and Giovanni, between Piero and Luigi, with Juan and André, with Johann and beautiful, kind Gunther, and with Armando and Giancarlo.

When we were about to leave to go to the Ristorante Panorama Capri, Raffaello fell in step with me. We were at the back of the group. He put his arm around my shoulder, hugged me to him, kissed me on the head. My arm was around his waist.

“*Tesoro mio, quando saremo al ristorante, diamo agli altri la possibilità di andare in bagno. Io farò finta di parlare con il direttore del ristorante e tu andrai in bagno. Vai all'ultima cabina e preparati. Credo che Pierre e Clive vogliano unirsi a noi. Ma sarà una cosa molto veloce. Anche se ti amo, si tratterà di scoparti, di darti il mio seme e di qualche abbraccio e bacio. Ti va bene? (My darling, when we’re at the restaurant, let’s give the others a chance to visit the toilets. Then I’m pretending to talk to the manager of the restaurant and you’ll go into the toilets. Go to the very last stall and get ready. I think Pierre and Clive want to join us. But it's going to be a very quick affair. Although I love you, it’s going to be to fuck you, giving you my load and some hugging and kissing. Are you OK with that?)*” Raffaello whispered close to my ear.

“*Sì, tesoro mio! Voglio il tuo amore e il tuo fantastico succo dentro di me, per favore! (Yes my darling! I want your love and fantastic juice in me please!)*” I whispered and hugged this tall hunk to me.

We walked from the gardens with the Via Certosa, past the Hotel la Tosca. We were on Via Dalmazio Birago, turned right into Vico degli Urtanti. We crossed Via Roma, passing quite a few quaint restaurants (Ristorante Da Giorgio, Ambasciatori Capri and Al Capri. We were on Via Lo Palazzo, walked past Ristorante Pizzeria Verginello and turned right on Traversa la Palazzo to reach our restaurant, Ristorante Panorama Capri.

The walk was brisk and we worked up an appetite and thirst which we hoped would be sated and quenched at Panorama!

The time was just after10:45.

“Boys and girls … erm … sorry! Boys and MEN! So sorry for that slip of the tongue!” Raffaello said as we approached the restaurant.

“Oh, apologies are unacceptable! You’ll pay dearly!” Johann quipped.

“For sure! With dicks like ours, who could be mistaken for a girl? A girl? I ask you?” Pierre piped up.

“Yes, yes! I’m sorry! I'm so used to take mixed groups … but, you’re definitely not girls! How about I pay for a limoncello for each? Will you love me again, Johann?” Raffaello answered.

“We’ll put it before the Committee of the Terrible Three and we’ll decide your fate! But, a limoncello might count in your favour, 3-legged man!” Johann said and we all burst out laughing.

“Settled then! Listen, this is our last chance to use a toilet and freshen up before we leave to visit the Blue Grotto and then back to Sorrento. I suggest you all go freshen up, release all the extra yellow liquid, and I’ll be organising our food. Everybody happy with a selection of pizze – it’s the plural for pizza, André! – and pastas like lasagne and tagliatelle bolognaise? Perhaps 3 scoops of gnocci for each too? Let’s get inside!” Raffaello said.

I waited patiently at the door for all my ‘brothers’ to enter the restaurant. Raffaello touched my butt and whispered: “*Lasciate andare tutti e aspettate che tornino. Organizzerò il tavolo più lontano dai bagni e ordinerò il Limoncello e da mangiare mentre sono lì. Ci vediamo lì, ultima cabina, OK? (Let everybody go and wait for them to return. I’ll organise the table furthest from the toilets, and order the Limoncello and food while they’re there. I’ll see you there, last stall – OK?)”

I just nodded and entered. The restaurant was beautiful and the view was incredible. There were tables outside as well. I suggested we use the lapse in the winter weather and sit outside for a change. The waiter nodded and organised another waiter to help him to push 3 tables together for the 13 of us.

I was waiting patiently and asked the one waiter to direct the troupe to the table outside, once they returned from the toilet.

Raffaello was talking to the manager – a friend of his – to organise the food. Most of the food was already made like the bolognaise and lasagna. They were in the process of baking 4 pizzas to sell, cut into pieces. All four would be served to us with each a medium-sized helping of the two pastas.

Another waiter was bringing the chilled Limoncello and placed it on the table.

The first of the troupe arrived at the table and I retreated inconspicuously towards the toilets. When I passed Pierre and Clive, they winked at me and slightly indicated to me to go to the toilets.

I knew this was going to be a quick but very hot and fulfilling (in more ways than one!) session with these hung men!

I entered the toilet and immediately sat down to ensure whatever has accumulated in my rectum was removed. Not much because I’ve cleaned myself at the hotel in Sorrento. But I used my small douche bulb I have in my shoulder bag to rinse my rectum to make sure.

All three of the men produce lots of precum, but I put some of the fancy lube on my ass as I didn’t know what they had in mind … that was a clever decision!

When I flushed the toilet, it was the sign for Pierre and Clive to enter too. We were in each other’s arms while they opened their pants and hauled their massive hard and already wet dicks out. I sat down on the commode and sucked them in turn.

Due to the situation, not a single word was spoken.

Soon there was a slight tap on the door. Clive opened and Raffaello entered.

I was sucking each of them in turn and they were kissing each other.

Raffaello bent down and whispered very quietly we had to start so we could get to the table before raising suspicion.

Clive asked to be the first to fuck me. He pulled me up to his body and pushed my chest down. His massive 33cm was sopping wet, and Pierre and Raffaello added their precum to the big head about to enter me.

I relaxed and felt the huge dick head starting to enter my ass. I had Pierre’s big dick in my hand and Raffaello’s monster dick in my mouth.

I sucked Pierre’s dick good as well, and played with Raffaello’s monster dick. Both were enormous, rock hard and sopping wet.

Clive’s dick was fast approaching my prostate and when the huge dick scraped over it, I made a small sound with Pierre’s dick in my mouth. He made small sounds and pulled his dick from my mouth! Damn! It tasted so good! I hope to get a load from him in my mouth.

No sooner was Clive pushing in through my inner sphincter, when Pierre moved towards my butt. He put his leg over my body and aimed his massive cock head on my ass. He wanted a double fuck me with Clive! Fuck! This was going to be a fuck to remember!

Pierre’s dick was still very hard and now very wet. When his dick head popped in, I gasped. Raffaello bent down and stroked my head and made a calming “Sshhhh” sound. His massive dick in my mouth tasted divine. His huge amount of precum tasted like nectar.

Soon both my two tall hung men were balls-deep inside me.

It felt amazing again! My ass was stretched big time with the two beautiful and thick, 33cm dicks in me together. I groaned softly and sucked Raffaello’s monster with new enthusiasm.

“*Don’t take too long!*” Raffaello whispered very softly.

Pierre and Clive were both as horny as yard dogs.

Clive was already starting to breathe deep and fast. He was clearly on the verge of cumming.

“*I'm want to cum with Pierre, and again with Raffaello!* Clive whispered.”

“*I’m going to cum soon!*” Pierre whispered.

“*Do you want to suck me to get another load in your mouth?*” Clive asked and I felt their two big dicks thick and big in my ass: Pierre’s dick on top of Clive’s big dick felt amazing.

“*Yesss! Please!*” I whispered and looked at Raffaello’s incredibly nice and big dick in my hand.

“*Yes, cum and then let me in on top of Clive please!*” Raffaello said to Pierre.

What? He also wants to double me with Clive?

I couldn’t believe my ears!

Then the unexpected happened: all three of them shot their loads almost simultaneously. Raffaello’s load was so huge! I had to swallow for all I was worth. And it tasted divine! I love the taste of cum, but this man’s cum was on another level. Apart from being a huge load, it tasted fantastic!

The two big dicks in my ass were also shooting big loads too. The spasming of their cocks in me felt so good!

Pierre pulled his dick out and manoeuvred to my head and Raffaello moved on my other side to my butt. He put his one leg over my butt and positioned himself in front of Clive. When he pushed his thick wet dick on my ass on top of Clive, I was in dick heaven. These three guys are famously hung like horses and with Raffaello in the mix, I was in for a massive fucking, with loads of cum in my ass and mouth.

Pierre wasn’t the only one who was going to cum in my mouth … yummm! The other two might – I hoped – cum in my mouth too.

When Raffaello’s big dick was sliding into me on top of Pierre’s big load and all the precum and lube, I gasped. It was an immense invasion but I loved it.

I heard Pierre kissing the delectable mouth of Raffaello and then the massive head pierced my inner sphincter and the huge head entered my colon.

“*Lots of cum in you! Feels fantastic!*” Raffaello whispered.

Pierre was pushing his big dick into my mouth and I hungrily sucked on it. It tasted slightly funky but it wasn’t bad. I tasted the cum still clinging to the huge dick.

“*My next load isn’t going to take long! Ready?*”

“*Yes, please!*”

Raffaello was adamant that we had to finish as soon as possible, and he didn’t wait once his dick was in me all the way. He immediately started to fuck me and I felt hands on my butt, touching Raffaello’s dick.

“*It feels fantastic to feel your massive cock on top of mine and both of us in Ant’s ass! You OK, Ant?*” Clive enquired.

“*Yes! Fuck and cum! You close Pierre?*” I asked while Pierre’s dick was out of my mouth.

“*Close – very close! This will be one of our most fantastic fucks! Raffaello, you're a star, and so is Ant!*”

“*I'm exceptionally close! You, Raffaello?*” Clive announced.

“*Also close! Let’s finish, OK?” Raffaello said, and I felt his monster dick was incredibly big and hard.

And once again, all three were cumming virtually together! The two monster dicks in my ass spasmed and the big heads in my colon pumped loads 3 and 4 in me (2 for Clive – sexy hung hunk of note! – and 1 each for Pierre and Raffaello). And I received 2 huge, tasty loads in my mouth! I couldn’t be happier!

And lo and behold, when I felt the two monsters cumming in me and my darling Pierre cumming in my mouth, I lost it too! I shot my load all over the toilet. I instinctively leaned forward to prevent my load to end up on my pants around my ankles.

“*I think I've finished pumping my load into Antonio; you Clive?*”

“*Done!*”

“*Pierre?*”

“*Done!*”

“*Good! Let’s get dressed and get out of here!*”

I reluctantly let go of Pierre’s masterpiece. His cum tasted so nice. As the other 2 pulled out, I realised the 4 loads were ample: I was filled good and solid!

We dressed and we all kissed each other. They're all 3 fantastic kissers and the taste of their cum was fantastic too. I felt that my ass was sopping wet and I really had to clench to keep the 4 massive loads inside me.

I also felt that some of the last spurts from my own cock did end up in my underpants. When I pulled my underpants up, I felt the wetness. I wiped as much of it off with toilet paper. Fortunately it wasn’t too much and I still had my denims to hide behind, plus a jacket to cover my crotch.

I took some toilet paper and cleaned up my cum on the toilet. Dad and Mom would’ve been proud of their second-born son!

“*Come! It’s clean! Your cum is so sacred, you should’ve left it as it was! Hehehe! Let’s go! Everyone approach the table from a different direction. I'm going to the manager and finalise our food. Come!” Raffaello said. He opened the door and declared all was safe.

We each approached the table at slightly different times and from different angles. And we took our places at the table next to the others. Luigi and Piero were adamant I sit between them. Each had a hand on one of my legs. And each kissed me on my cheeks.

The weather was cool but with virtually no wind, so it was great to sit there, and look out over the bay, the harbour and Sorrento in the distance.

What a privilege to enjoy something as exquisite and beautiful as this, and in the company of 12 of the most beautiful and kindest men possible. I was so fortunate.

And I got homesick thinking of Dad … and Mom.

I motioned to André – the clown had the guys in stitches … again! – holding my iPhone up and mouthed ‘Dad’. He understood and came to me.

“Let’s call Dad. We haven't spoken to them in days. This is the golden opportunity while we wait for the food. Bring your Limoncello and let’s stand over there to make a video call …”

He agreed and we excused ourselves to make a quick call to Dad.

We stood next to the balustrade overlooking some of the town of Capri and Sorrento in the distance.

Dad picked up the call on the second ring.

“My darling boy! How are you? Mom and I didn’t want to bother you as we’re sure you are having a whale of a time! André! My boy! Are you good, or good at it, or both? How is Italy? Where are you now? Alma! Come! It’s the boys!” Dad swooned.

“Hello Dad! We’re fine thanks! We’re on Capri now, waiting for our food. After lunch, we’re going to see the Blue Grotto, and then straight to Rome via Amalfi. We’re running out of time to see all the most beautiful things in this fantastic country!” I said and teared up a bit seeing my great Dad. I saw Mom coming in from the kitchen.

“Hello Dad! It’s so good to see you! We apologise for being quiet, but we’ve had a bumper-packed holiday in this beautiful country. Luigi’s family are like family to us now! We’ve invited his Mom to come and visit us at Le Plaisir. Hi Mom!” André said. He stood very close to me with his arm around my neck. I pointed the camera at the group at the table.

I waved at the guys and said: “It’s Dad! Want to say ‘hi’ to him and Mom?”

Luigi, Pierre, Johann, Gunther and Juan shouted: “Hello Dad, Mom! We miss you! We’ll see you tomorrow! Love from all of us plus the others here! We’ll tell you all about the guys you see here,” and waved his hand at the guys sitting at the table. “We’ve all good and despite the cold, the holiday is the best ever! Love you lots!”

“I’m glad, Juan! Did the boys behave? Are they OK? Did André get into trouble?” Mom joked.

“We’re all good and it was a fight, but we got André out of custody in Rome. He survived!” Johann joked.

“Yes, he’s terrible! We tried to sell him to the highest bidder at a slave sale, but nobody wanted to him once he opened his mouth!” Pierre piped up.

“No! Was it that bad? André? No!” Mom joked. Of course we were all just joking.

“Enough of those ugly men! Look at us and let us show you what we’re seeing,” André said, and turned the iPhone around. “Look, there is Capri just below the restaurant and then the sea, and in the distance Sorrento. Dad, Mom … I can't wait to visit these places with you later this year. Italy is magic! How are things with you and Mom? All good on the farm?” André said and his voice cracked a bit.

“We’re good! Farm is good! The orders for more vines are pouring in! Grapes are developing well. We’re so glad you’re enjoying this trip. I’m glad Luigi’s family are so good to you. Of course, Luigi’s mom is welcome here! Enjoy the trip to Rome and the flight back home. We know Claire has arranged for transport from the airport, so we’re not coming to greet you there. However, we’ve arranged a quick welcome for you at Le PlaisirMonday late afternoon! We’ve missed you so much! And we love you lots! André, behave!” Mom joked and blew kisses at us. “I have to go. I have a roast in the oven. Pierre’s parents are coming for lunch and will stay two nights. So, they’re here when you arrive tomorrow night. Claire said she’s expecting you to land at the airport from Johannesburg around 16:24. So, you could be here in Cape town on Sunday night at 22:00. We’ll organise a welcome-party for Monday night. That would give you all a breather and I’ve organised the welcoming to start at 16:00 on Monday. OK?”

“Yes, thanks Mom. We have our flight information Claire emailed us. We depart at 22:10 from Rome, laying over in Dubai on Sunday morning. Our flight from Dubai departs at 10:40, and arrives at Johannesburg at 16:24. There is a flight to Cape Town at 20:00 and we’ll be in Cape Town by 22:00.

“That means our layover at Johannesburg is just over 3 hours, as our flight to Cape Town leaves only at 20:00. We’re looking forward to see you again! We’ve enjoyed it so much, but it’s time to come home now …” I said and my lower lip quivered …

“It’s all OK, my boy! You’ll be fine! André, give him a hug!” Dad instructed André. He did so and then he kissed me.

“Feeling better?” Dad asked.

“The food has arrived! Come eat, you Boertjies!” Clive piped up.

“That’s one of the guys we’ve met who is coming home with us …we’ll tell you all about him, Giovanni and Piero … We have to go! Our time is limited and we still have to go to the Blue Grotto! Bye! Love you! See you tomorrow!” André shouted and threw kisses at Dad and Mom.

The guys at the table all shouted in one big choir: “Hello and goodbye! Come, you two! The food is getting cold!”

“Enjoy the lunch and enjoy your last excursion. Have a good flight and see you tomorrow. We’ll have everything ready! Love you lots. Give our love and regards to the guys, plus the new ones!” Dad said and air-kissed us. What a dad!

We ended the call, a bit teary, but André hugged me, kissed me and said: “We’re the luckiest guys alive! I love them so much and they’re doing so much for us! I can't wait to see them tomorrow! Come baby bro! Let’s eat!”

The lot at the table was very talkative, and the Terrible Trio – now completed with Pierre joining the ranks – were not yet pestering us all.

I couldn’t forget our session in the toilet. Pierre’s cum tasted so good, plus another load 33cm deep inside me … and feeling them inside me … heaven!

I enjoyed the Limoncello very much and the aroma from the kitchen was divine.

I looked out over the sea and, realising we’re on our last outing in Italy, my hand squeezed Luigi’s hand.

“Sad that we’ll not experience this again soon!” I spoke English for the benefit of Pierre and the others.

“True, and we’re so happy you’ve enjoyed it.” Luigi said and kissed me. Piero saw Luigi kissing me, and he kissed me too.

“Oh please! Get a fucking room, you perverts! We’re about to eat! For crying out loud in a bucket!” André, making sure we’re not safe to escape his keen observation and sharp wit.

“Jealousy makes you nasty, Mr Toothpick!” Piero said.

“You're sleeping with dogs at home!” André ‘threatened’ Piero.

The food was exquisite and I was sure expensive too. But, between Armando and Raffaello, I was sure they’ve organised a good deal. The slices of pizza were piping hot, extremely tasty and filling. But, we also had the bolognaise and lasagna which were exceptionally tasty, and the gnocci .... Wow! The bread, olive oil, the pesto and the red wine Armando organised, all tasted fantastic.

Armando took charge. “I'm sure by now you’ve realised that the day is just not going to be long enough to visit some last attractions in Roma. You’ll do that on your next visit, OK? The Blue Grotto will be your final special experience in Italia. When we leave Sorrento via Amalfi, we’re driving straight to Fiumicino Leonardo da Vinci Aeroporto. Therefore, not to rush you, but we only have about less than 45 minutes to finish our lunch. We need to be out of here by 11:30 or soon afterwards. It’s only 6 minutes with the funicular and the walk to the funicular station is short. All is organised at Marina Grande. It’s not too busy and we could be on the hydrofoil by 12:15 or soon afterwards. I’m going to settle the bill. Has everyone had enough to eat? Pierre? Clive? You have to eat for 2, I know, but take a slice of bread dipped in olive oil for … don’t you call it ‘pahhdkhoss’ or something like that? Wait for us at the entrance! Come, Raffaello! Please come do your magic!”

“And you eat for 3, Mr 3 Legs!” Pierre retorted.

We have had a scrumptious lunch and nobody needed extra padkos (the word we use in South Africa for food we take along with us when going on a trip – ergo road food; there is no real translation for it; it's used widely by all language groups in South Africa).

We huddled together at the front door, not obstructing patrons coming in or leaving and waited for Armando and Raffa.

We heard Armando and Raffaello, and a strange voice – the manager? – laughing and wishing each other a good day.

Armando and Raffaello approached us, both all smiles.

“The manager said he spoke to the owner, and when he heard Raffaello AND Giovanni were here, he immediately gave us 50% discount, and the Limoncello is on the house! Three cheers for our TV stars! Come, let’s go!”

“Thanks, Armando! Thanks Raffaello, and thanks Giovanni! And no thanks to the Terrible Trio but who behaved for a change!” Juan said and of course André punched him on the arm and Pierre flicked his head.

“How dare you speak like that about us, the heart and soul of this group? Without us, you’re nothing! Nothing! You'll die of boredom and lack of pure style!” Pierre added melodramatically! “Come boys, let’s go before I push his head in the toilet. Juan, you’re a snake! A dangerous venomous one too!”

We all had a laugh and we were snickering as we left the restaurant.

The itinerary on our phones which Raffaello’s friend gave us:

Leg 4: Having lunch in Capri Town and then back to Marina Grande

• Return through the town centre to the upper funicular station.
• Transport: Funicular (cable car).
• Travel time: 5 minutes.
• Details: Walk from the central square of Capri town to the funicular station and ride it directly down the slope back to the Marina Grande port for your departure hydrofoil.

After our delightful lunch we headed towards the funicular station to catch the funicular (cable car) back down to the Marina Grande.

We left the Ristorante Panorama Capri in the quiet upper neighbourhood section of Capri town. We followed the small local alleyways, steps, and pedestrian paths leading outward toward the central [Piazza Umberto I (The Piazzetta)]. The distance is roughly 300 to 400 meters winding through the historic village centre.

We walked with Traverso lo Palazzo to Via lo Palazzo. It joins Via Acquaviva, leading over Piazza Umberto I to the funicular station.

We ended at the upper funicular station (Stazione a Monte) that sits right by the edge of the Piazzettasquare, where we boarded for the 5-minute cable car down to Marina Grande.

IMPORTANT INFORMATION FOR YOUR VISIT:

ü  Atmosphere: The terraced pathways are quiet and deeply relaxing, offering a stark and refreshing contrast to the packed peak-season months.

ü  Flora & Festivities: While summer floral displays are absent, the main town areas feature lovely festive winter lights and a cozy local mood.

ü  Practical Realities: Many luxury hotels and high-end shops nearby in Capri town are closed for the winter low season, and usual rough winter sea conditions can occasionally cancel hydrofoils or ferries from Naples or Sorrento, and entry to the Blue Grotto.

We arrived at the bottom and before we took the hydrofoil back to Sorrento, we were going to visit the magnificent Blue Grotto after all.

Armando and Raffaello approached the wooden rowboats and spoke to the two owners who he has made arrangements with to take us. So, there were no delays. I’m sure Armando has slipped them ‘a fee’ … money does wonders when there is an urgent matter that needs to be addressed, especially in this country!

A visit could last between 1 to 2 hours, if queues are short. However, with Armando and Raffaello organising everything, we were guaranteed to be back at Marina Grande in 1 hour.

We hopped aboard the wooden rowboat to go experience the Blue Grotto. Rowing to the grotto is about 20 minutes each way between Marina Grande and the Blue Grotto cave entrance.

The skipper rowed us on the calmer than usual sea to the mouth of the Blue Grotto. He and around 7 more rowboats were each waiting for one of the rowboats inside to exit, before they could enter. For every rowboat that exits, another one enters the Grotto. Of course, it all depends entirely on the sea and weather conditions — but done right, it's a highlight for everyone who does it.

Visiting the Blue Grotto (Grotta Azzurra) on Capri is unlike any other sight in Italy, one doesn’t walk in: one is rowed in, and doing it, one enters it lying flat on one’s back, through a cave mouth barely a metre above the sea surface. It’s a short and expensive 5-minute visit, but exquisite. And because it was less crowded due to winter time, with fewer tourists, it was unforgettable. The experience was worth every cent, and to see the Blue Grotto, is magic.

We were fortunate that it was a perfect day with clear skies (sans the clouds on the horizon), very little wind and only a normal swell: no unpleasant rough waves.

While we were waiting outside, Armando told us that some rowers are pleasant, and it seemed like we might have gotten two very pleasant brothers, who might not pressure us for tips. However, even though tipping is entirely optional, it was clear we would tip them.

The visible mouth of the cave is only about one metre high, so our two small wooden rowboats, along 7 more, each holding just a few passengers, plus the oarsman, waited just off the entrance to the grotto.

Our skipper told us in Italian and in broken, but adequate English, that we had to lay back when we entered the mouth of the grotto because the rock opening is extremely low. Our oarsman told us to lie down to let us be carried through the tiny stone portal to another world.

Our able skippers did so masterfully, who navigated us seamlessly under the meter-high cave mouth into the grotto. At the entrance, one rowboat after the other with a 5-minute delay between the first one in and the second one entering, our two oarsmen pulled the boats through the opening, using a chain fixed to the rock, and everyone had to lie back flat for a second or two to clear the opening.

Once inside, we passed from complete darkness into a sparkling cavern, lit by azure blue light coming in through the cave opening, while the sounds of ancient Neapolitan songs echoed along the stone walls.

The cave itself is dark, but the water underneath the boat glimmered in a hauntingly beautiful blue. Once inside the dim chamber, sunlight shining through the underwater cavity connected to the opening from the sea. It reflects off the white sandy floor, illuminating the water in a brilliant, luminous electric blue. The water is crystal clear and the sunlight from outside illuminates the water inside the grotto. It was like magic, like a fairytale.

Only five or six rowboats can be inside at once, and the visit itself lasted about five minutes — a slow, expensive (not cheap at €18 each) visit lasting only abut 5 minutes, but worth every cent to spend a slightly surreal time, gliding over water, lit in an electric blue from below.

When our second rowboat entered, the two oarsmen started to sing. They started to sing a duet, Torna a Soriente, one of the traditional Neapolitan songs, to amplify the echo inside the grotto. Their voices blended beautifully together: one a bass and the other a tenor.

For once the Terrible Trio were quiet … only gasps and ‘wow’ and ‘beautiful’ and ‘magic’ came from them. But we were all dumbstruck. The person who sees this and experiences it, and who is not impressed, is inhuman.

[Readers: Everyone who ever has the opportunity and privilege to visit Italy, a visit to Sorrento and Capri is a must, and the quick (expensive!) visit to the Blue Grotto is a definite MUST! Take it from me: it is the most hauntingly and most beautiful experience I’ve ever had, and pictures cannot really convey the absolute beauty and exhilaration one experiences once one is inside that small grotto. One just must see it for oneself. Google pictures of it to comprehend the magic of the Blue Grotto!]

The oarsmen splashed water with their oars, making an amazing display of crystal-clear water that shimmered blue against the backdrop of the opening. We took dozens of pictures.

While we were inside the Blue Grotto, it was clear: the photos we’ve seen online, were definitely not enhanced. The water inside the grotto, is exactly as we saw it online, and even better: a magical crystalline blue with silver reflections. Less than floating on water, we felt as if we were suspended in the heavens. At least once in everyone’s lifetime, one should experience this marvel of nature and see firsthand why the Grotta Azzurra is the most famous sight on Capri Island.

The oarsmen were so impressed with us (Raffa and Armando worked their magic, for sure!), and even though only five or six boats can fit comfortably in the grotto, and the visit inside is around 5 minutes, our oarsmen had a rapid exchange of words, and then they surprised us by making another quick turn in the grotto, singing O Solo Mio, lingering in the middle, splashing some more water for us to photograph, and then asked us to lie down again before we were rowed back out. They pulled us out by the chain.

They rowed us back and we were back at Marina Grande in under an hour in total. Our hydrofoil was about to leave. Armando produced our tickets and we boarded, standing on deck, admiring the view. Looking back towards Capri, Anacapri, across the Gulf of Naples towards Sorrento we were leaving astonished an in awe.

I was sad that we were about to embark on our last trip after 3 weeks of utter bliss. I put my arm around my brother’s shoulder and he leaned with his head on mine, his arm around my waist. We looked in the distance to where Sorrento is. And turned back to appreciate Capri.

The wind has picked up slightly but not too much. The trip back wouldn’t be too unpleasant.

“We’re about to leave all of this magic behind … Baby bro, we just have to come back! When Dad and Mom join us later in the year when we come for our hockey trip, Sorrento, Capri and the Amalfi would be high on the priority list. What sheer luck you fell in love with that donkey-dong perdedokter Luigi! He is the reason why we are here, and for all the spoiling of the Morettis and d’Antonios. Plus, we gained a d’Antonio to take home with us! Piero is such a hunky hung! Lucky for you! But to me, the holiday in Italy was a highlight. London was great, Berlin was fantastic but the whole of Italy was just magical!”

[“Perdedokter” is a degrading word in Afrikaans when referring to a bad doctor: ‘perd’ = horse, and a bad doctor should rather be a vet, looking after horses!]

“For sure! They have been very kind to us, and the money and time they’ve spent on us … incredible! I hope Nonna visits us. She and Mom would get along like a house on fire. And taking Piero home with us, as well as Giovanni and Clive, we’ll have a lot to explain to Mom … but, that’s a problem for tomorrow. Right now, I want to tell you how much I love you! I’m so proud of you for being such a great sport and you and your two partners-in-crime make such a difference! I love you, André!” I hugged him tight to me and lifted my face to kiss him.

“Fuck! Would you look at that? In broad daylight! I’m so glad the Polizia are too busy enjoying the holidays. Hey you! Get a room! Sheez! Where are my sunglasses! What a sight for sore eyes!” Johann, who else?

“Come here Mr Rubberman! Don’t be so nasty! My baby bro and I are just having a fraternal moment! No need to be jealous AND nasty! Come here!” I said and held out an arm to Johann.

“Oh, now I’m good enough? Shame on you! Who is it who introduced you to the best extra-mural activities with my equipment? And when Étienne and I gave you our all, you did enjoy it? Right? Of course, right!” Johann quipped.

The double they gave me with both their balls in me as well, was an experience I’d love to have again.

Johann stepped into my embrace and put his arm around my neck.

“I love you, despite all the others! You and Étienne really did open me up, and opened a whole new world of pleasure! I hope we can find another guy to join us. I’ll see about our classmate …”

“What? Is there someone else at home who could do what Johann and Étienne have done with you? Who is it?” André demanded.

“I never told you of that tall black guy named Ndabé – he is in our Applied Maths class. I saw his huge dick at the urinal in the kaf when we were busy with exams: it's huge, and he hauled his big balls out while pissing. He kept on looking at me and his huge dick was getting hard. I was thinking he might be an Étienne. And his balls are massive!”

“And you never told me?”

“I forgot to tell you man! I was on my way home to Luigi before we drove out to Le Plaisir and I never remembered to tell you before we left for London. Sorry man! But I’m going to ask him.”

“Yes, do that! I’m sure he’ll enjoy it too. And talking of that, you’re giving me a boner, Ant! Fuck you! What am I supposed to do with this big 29cm dong now! I hope this Ndabé will be interested. Imagine a big white and a big black dick filling you with our dicks and our balls! Fuck! Stop it, Ant! I’d fuck you right here and now! Fuck!” Johann palmed his big bulge and kissed me. It wasn’t only a peck – no, it was a full-blown kiss, tongue and all.

“Talk about getting a room, Rubberman! Sheez! But when that happens, I want to see it! And now I’m also getting a boner! Baby bro, you need to be tamed! You’ll get us all into trouble! And we’ll have to buy a hotel to supply all the rooms required!”

Just then the skipper of the hydrofoil sounded his horn and the mooring ropes tying the hydrofoil to the quay were untied and thrown on the quay. The engines were humming quietly.

Armando called us to go sit in the cabin so he could check again whether everybody was onboard. We moved down to the cabin and I sat with Raffaello, and Luigi sat with Piero next to his uncle. Pierre and Clive sat behind us with André and Juan, and Johann and Gunther in front of us. The rest sat on the other side of the aisle and soon Armando declared we were all aboard. He gave the go-ahead to one of the crewmembers who conveyed the message to the skipper.

The hydrofoil idled slowly out of Marina Grande and soon the throttle was opened and we sped away.

Raffaello held my hand in his massive beautiful hand, and squeezed it.

“Sono riuscita a trovare un volo per Sorrento domani mattina presto. Stasera starò da una cugina a Roma. Sono davvero triste di doverci salutare dopo solo 24 ore! Mi hai fatto un'impressione incredibile! Organizzerò sicuramente una visita non appena avranno finito di girare l'episodio 13. Ti voglio già un bene dell'anima! Grazie di tutto... di tutto... mi hai cambiato! (I managed to get a flight to Sorrento early tomorrow morning. I’d be staying with a cousin in Rome tonight. I’m really sad we have to say goodbye after only 24 hours! You’ve made such an impression on me! I will definitely make a plan to visit you as soon as they’ve finalised shooting episode 13. I already love you so much! Thanks for everything … everything … you’ve changed me!)” Raffaello swooned and kissed my cheek.

“Get a room – please! For Pete’s sakes! We can't watch this and remain unaffected by it, and stay soft! Sheez! We’re close to perfect, but have mercy on us!” Pierre quipped from behind.

“Calm down and get the lizards in your pants under control! We’re about to speed up and we can’t afford to have an increased wind resistance!” Raffaello answered without missing a beat.

“You wet dreams on long legs – we’re in the cabin! Please! Do you know actually know what ‘wind resistance’ is? Ask Ant! Ant, please educate that horse-man next to you!” Pierre answered immediately, causing a roar of laughter.

It was clear the love and camaraderie of the group was tighter than ever, and Raffaello would fit in like a hand-in-glove.

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Soon the hydrofoil was ‘flying’ over the waves towards Sorrento, full speed.

The direct distance between Capri and Sorrento is about 15 kilometres across the Bay of Naples. Traveling by high-speed ferry or hydrofoil takes roughly 15 to 25 minutes due to the higher speed of the hydrofoil.

Ahhh! Shit! Another super experience in this fantastic country was coming to an end. It felt strange to have met such a wonderful lot of people and Luigi’s family who have proven without a doubt that they consider us to be part of their family.

Our experiences during the week in this country was one of the best 7 days of our lives. I looked at André in front of us, and it was as if he felt I was looking at him. He looked back, put his hand out to touch my knee. He mouthed: “I love you!” I mouthed it back.

I was thinking of Dad and Mom and our call. There are going to be many days and evenings when we will be telling them of our experiences in London, Berlin and all over this small but stupendously nice country.

I squeezed Luigi’s hand in appreciation for paying for my Italian lessons. It made a massive difference, and meeting his family, meeting Giovanni and Raffaello, was proof how important it was to be able to speak the language. Our visit to Ferrari/Lamborghini, meeting Matteo and Salazar, was further proof. Matteo was such a beautiful exception on so many levels … fuck!

I looked out over the sea, and the view to our right was filled with Capri disappearing in the distance. What an experience it was, including my great experience in the restaurant toilet with the 3 hung hunks, and of course the Blue Grotto …

No, this was clearly a visit to end all visits.

Soon Sorrento appeared in front of us: Marina Piccola loomed in front of us. The sound of the engines quieted and the hydrofoil slowed down. The nose sank lower and it cruised into the harbour.

“Guys, make sure you take all your stuff before we leave. We can’t come back. André, Dad sent me a message asking me to ensure you remember your hat and sunglasses, as well as your goodie bag!” Pierre joked.

“Et tu, Brutus? Sies vir jou, Pierre! En hier dink ek jy is my maatjie! Johann, glo jy dat hierdie langderm so ‘n rugsteker is? Slang! Hiervoor sal jy betaal! Wag maar! (Sis for you, Pierre! And here I was thinking you’re my buddy! Johann, can you believe this long piece of gut [no other translation possible for ‘langderm’!] is such a backstabber? Snake! You’ll pay for this. Just you wait!)“ André said with quasi disdain.

“Quiet down and don’t get your lace panties in a knot, Dot! Just get your stuff and I’ll buy you a cider at the airport tonight, OK? OK! Witnesses galore here! Get your stuff and just come, you delinquent darling MAN!” Pierre said and ruffled André’s hair. That caused a ruckus as usual!

But Pierre pulled him in a hug and kissed my brother. André just melted into the man’s arms and just hummed into Pierre’s mouth, hand behind his head. It’s actually easy to get my brother to toe the line!

We disembarked, Armando counted ‘his chickens’ and led the way to the lift. We ascended in two groups again. The Terrible Trio ended up in the second group. As the lift ascended with us, we heard them carrying on waiting for the lift to collect them.

At the top Armando and Raffaello stood discussing the trip to Rome. He asked Armando to swing by where he parked his car at the Chantecler's Trattoria and then follow him to pick him up at his apartment. He just wanted his car back in his parking spot at his apartment and to get a fresh change of clothes and his toilet bag for his overnight stay in Rome.

Soon the other group arrived at the top and we walked up the narrow Via San Cesareo, again to pick up our bottles of Limoncello we paid for earlier.

Raffaello and the owner had a brief discussion, and because of Raffa being the super sexy TV star that he is, the owner has given us each more Limoncello to taste. Well done, Raffa! We’ve already paid and were merely picking up our merchandise on our return from Capri. However, the owner then surprised us: he gave us each 2 liqueur glasses with the name of his shop sandblasted on the side: Limoncello di Sorrento Labadia, packaged in small stylish boxes. How sweet and thoughtful!

Once we collected our Limoncello, we walked the short distance to Fuorimura Parking garage. We got into our Kombis with Raffaello in the passenger seat next to Armando. Soon we were en route to the Chantecler's Trattoria to fetch Raffa’s car, and then to Raffaello’s apartment. There, he parked his car, jumped out and ran into his apartment. He was back within 7 minutes and jumped into our Kombi in the front seat again, next to Armando.

Raffaello leaned back and touched my head.

“Tutto bene, Antonio? Sei pronto per il lungo viaggio verso Roma? (You OK, Antonio? Ready for the long trip to Roma?)” he asked.

“Sì, lo sono. Ma siamo un po' tristi che tutto questo stia per finire... e che tra 5 ore dovremo dirti addio... Mi mancherai tantissimo! (Yes I am. But we are a bit sad that this is all coming to an end … and that in 5 hours’ time we will have to say goodbye to you … I’m going to miss you so much!)” I said and touched his hand.

He stroked my neck and I turned my head and kissed his hand. I took his massive hand in mine and squeezed it. He squeezed back. He leaned back and kissed my hand. This man has bamboozled my mind …!

“It is 1315 now. It is about 325km to Fiumicino Leonardo da Vinci. If we’re lucky, we could be there by 1800. We could have dinner before we let you guys go. You need to book in at 2000 as your flight is at 2200. After inner Giancarlo and I will go stay overnight at our property in Roma. We’ll drive back to Firenze tomorrow. Is everybody OK? We’re going to stop at a fuel station, Eni Station, where you could use the toilet and buy some water or something else to drink. I’d suggest you get some snacks as well. OK? All good?” Armando asked. He was such a ‘together’ guy with his head screwed on the right way. Small wonder he's such a good businessman!

I had the uncle and nephew duo on either side.

“You three look like you're glued together. I just hope the Polizia are having a good weekend and that they don’t patrol the Autostrada for refugees!” Pierre said and laughed, pointing at us, as the Kombi started down the road to take us for a quick look of the Amalfi Coast.

“Yes, they don’t realise just how important we are, my darling! Just wait until we’re in South Africa. Is this hyperspermic wet dream going to stay with you, Ant?” Clive enquired.

“Guys, the living arrangements can wait. Let’s experience and enjoy the last few hours in this beautiful country, and take in as much as we can to take home. I suggest on Monday after we had a braai (barbecue) at Le Plaisir we could exchange all our pictures, and then talk. I don’t know about you all, but our week in this country will go down in my life as the best I’ve ever experienced,” Pierre said. “I just want to say: when the living arrangements are decided, Clive and I are not going to be living separate! No ways! Even though we both want Ant to bottom for us, we’re not going to live without each other. Agree, my Pommie?” Pierre said, and kissed Clive.

“We know, and we’ll decide about the living arrangements once we’re back in South Africa. Dad was looking into the issue at our complex La Rochelle, but I don’t think he knows exactly just HOW many new ones are going to need accommodation! And Mom is going to freak out. Women!” I said and felt Luigi squeezing my hand knowingly. He also got to see a difficult side of Alma le Roux!

Armando was driving very good to get towards the SS145, with the big Eni fuel station next to it. We looked westwards and saw the beautiful city of Sorrento disappearing behind us.

Soon we pulled into the Eni fuelling station and we all bundled out to take a last leak and get some refreshments for the road. The selection in the roadside store was surprisingly varied, including gifts and a small liquor section, but with big warnings about drinking and driving.

“Guys, we’re alone now without Armando and Giancarlo. I think it’s appropriate that we buy them each a gift for driving us around for a whole week, and for being such nice guys. Piero, what would they appreciate most?” Juan asked.

“They have everything but they won't mind to get a bottle of liqueur. I suggest Disaronno and Frangelico. I see they have some alcohol there in the corner. Let’s have a quick look,” Piero said. He went to the corner and spoke to a young girl who was astonished at the good looks of this tall young man. She said they do have a small selection of liquor, mainly wines but they have started to stock some more liquors, which included some liqueurs. And, as luck would have it, they still had one bottle of Disaronno and two bottles of Frangelico after the festive season! We all gave Juan €10 to buy the liqueurs and then some chocolates for Nonna, Gabriella and the other women in the household. The girl said the liqueurs are available in gift boxes and that she could quickly wrap them.

Gunther and I looked for the chocolates and found two large boxes of Lindt and Ferrero Rocher. I asked the girl working in the aisle, unpacking stock if she could have the chocolates wrapped as gifts too. She immediately took the two boxes of chocolates to the counter where the other girl was wrapping the liqueurs and wrapped them.

After they finished the wrapping, we paid for it at the pay point and our contributions of €10 each was about €30 short. Giovanni immediately whipped out his credit card and paid for the shortfall. Our half-bred is just such a sweet and nice guy!

We all bought at least one big bottle of water, one fruit juice and one Coke or Fanta or Sprite. We also took some chips (crisps), some chocolate bars, energy bars and as we approached the counter, we saw there was a coffee machine and even though it was way past 11:00, most of us opted for a shop-made cappuccino. It could never beat a cappuccino made in a restaurant, but the machine was a Nescafé, so it couldn’t be too bad. Piero got one for his dad Armando and one for his uncle Giancarlo.

By the time we left the shop, the two Kombis were refuelled and the drivers were ready to drive to the viewpoint just beyond San Pietro.

We had the gifts in non-descript shopping bags and Juan took charge of these bags.

The discussions in our Kombi were lively and we showed each other some of our photos of the past days.

At one stage, Raffaello came to the back of the Kombi and sat on the floor, looking at our pictures of Tivoli at Villa d’Este, Pompeii and of our trip to Capri. There were magnificent pictures and I was wondering what Johann’s masterpiece pictures with his grand camera would look like.

“How I wish I could travel with you to South Africa tonight. But I promise you, as soon as Episode 13 is a wrap, and we all get some time off, I'm seriously thinking of visiting you in Cape Town and … hmmm … Stillingbausch …? No?” Raffaello struggled.

“It's Stellenbosch, you beautiful dummy! Once we convince you to move to come live with us, you’ll remember it! We’ll talk to Johann and Claire, and I'm sure they will find you good contracts. Just COME! Yes, in the nice hard and wet way too!” Pierre put in.

“My darling bhoorkie, we’re both tops and he too … now it sounds like you want him to come live with us?” Clive joked.

“Well, wherever he’ll stay, he’d not be limited to one house! There is just too much of him!” Pierre replied, and winked at Raffaello when the latter was blushing cherry red.

“You guys know how to make a guy feel good but I’m embarrassed! I’m just Raffa, your friend!”

“Nope! We’ll have a meeting and put this rubbish claim of yours to a vote. I can guarantee you what the outcome will be! I already now! Just get your sorry … and beautiful … ass to SA!” Pierre said. “Do you have any idea of how high your stakes are with us, and how much Ant wants you there? Hmmm? Tell him Ant! And LISTEN Raffa!”

Raffaello, still sitting on the floor, his hand holding mine, looked up at me, and gave me one of his gorgeous million dollar smile.

“*Ti amo tantissimo, amore mio! Sarò da te prima che tu te ne accorga! (I love you so much, my darling man! I’ll be with you before you know it!)*” he whispered. I took his head in both hands, pulled it to lie on top of my hard bulge … How I wished this man would become a part of our lives …

“*Anch'io ti amo, Raffa... Non so spiegarlo, perché sono passate appena 24 ore e sono perdutamente innamorato di te! Voglio che tu venga a vivere con noi e che diventi parte della nostra vita... della mia vita! Hai risvegliato in me sentimenti che credevo impossibili... quando sei dentro di me, so che è giusto e lo voglio! Sento il tuo sperma dentro di me e mi sembra giusto. Insieme allo sperma di Pierre e Clive, sono un uomo felice! Lo voglio ogni giorno della mia vita! Per favore, vieni a vivere con noi...? (I love you too, Raffa … I cannot explain it, because it’s barely 24 hours and I’m hopelessly in love with you! I want you to come live with us and become a part of our lives … of my life! You’ve awaken feelings in me I thought were not possible … when you’re inside me, I know it is right and I want it! I can feel your cum inside me and it feels right. Together with Pierre’s and Clive’s cum, I am a happy man! I want that every day of my life! Please come live with us …?)” I pleaded with Raffaello with my mouth close to his ear.

“*Certo, farò del mio meglio, ma voglio anche che tu faccia parte della mia vita! (Sure, I’ll do my very best but I also want you to be a part of my life!)*” Raffaello whispered, squeezing my hand.

I hugged Raffaello’s head and stroked his curly dark hair. His one hand was on my hand stroking his hair and the other hand was stroking my leg.

“Would you look at them! Right in front of us all! Ita, you’ve climbed the ranks damn quickly in just one day! It’s clear Ant is madly in love with you, but I can't blame him. However Ant, if you forget us and throw us out to live with the street cats, Dad and us will hunt you down and make sure you regret it! Don’t you ever forget us!” Pierre quipped. He leaned forward, put his hand on Raffa’s neck, squeezed it gently and kissed his neck. He was speaking gently next to Raffa’s ear. “*We all like you very much and we’re sure you’d fit in perfectly with us. But, Ant is not just yours, OK?*”

Pierre continued louder: “But even though you know we also love you Ita, just don’t bamboozle our darling too much with your Dick of Death and your devastatingly good looks! We’re not fully in your league, but our love for him … and strangely, for you too already … is pure and honest. Right Ant? Clive and I love you just as much. If you didn’t realise that by now, you’re not as clever as we thought. And then there is the rest of us … Luigi – your husband-to-be and Piero who love you too, our Half-bred Gio, and Mr Moustached Rubberaman, our blue-eyed Jerry, dear sexy Juan, and your delinquent mirror image André. In short: ALL of us!”

Luigi continued: “We will definitely have to hold a house meeting when we’re back home. We love this tall orgasm on legs we met at Pompeii yesterday very much, but he can't become your … Numero Uno, mi amor… Am I right guys, or am I right? Raffa, enjoy our boy until we’re at the airport because it would take some time before you could come live with us. Just don’t corrupt him that he will want only your kisses and yourmonster dick, and your huge cumloads inside him! Those of you who agree, say ‘Aye’!”

They all shouted ‘Aye!’

“Raffa is one super addition to the troupe, but our boy cannot love him more than he loves us! Right?” Clive asked.

“Definitely not! I mean, just LOOK at us all? I’m not conceited and I’m not a TV star, but we ARE all Boss models after all! And none of us has toothpicks for dicks! Right? Of course right! Except perhaps for little André …” Pierre said.

“Snake! To Istanbul with you!” André quipped and pointed a finger at Pierre.

“Calm down Mr Small! As I was saying, we know why you’ve fallen for our boy: the same reason we all have fallen for him. We’ll endure your horrid bad looks and smooching our boy, but remember, we’re still here and we’re not going anywhere! Ant … ANT! Look at me! Sheez! Do you swear to speak the truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me Pierre? Do you love us? And not just this wet dream with his head in your lap? What is your honest answer?” Pierre joked with his one hand on Raffa’s neck and the other on my leg.

“Guys, you know me too well. And yes, I’ve fallen hook, line and sinker for this spectacular man – just look at him and tell me you don’t see it too –  but you should also know: I’ll never forsake anyone of you! You’re my family, for Pete’s sakes! Even if and when Raffa comes to live with us, it would never mean that I’ll ever stop loving anyone of you – ever!” I said.

“OK, in English for the benefit of this tall hung hunk hating us Italians: that’s good to know, because you know that I’ve also fallen in love with you and cannot see myself moving to Stellenbosch – ahh … see? I can say the word already – and not have Antonio as part of my life, but I’ve fallen in love with all of you too! The past week has been the happiest in my entire life and if this is what it’s going to be like living with you, then I can't wait. Ma Raffaello, star televisiva o no, non puoi avere l'esclusiva sul nostro uomo. Hai mai sentito parlare di Papà con il suo coltello affilato? (But Raffaello, TV star or not, you cannot have exclusive claim on our man. Have you heard of Dad with his sharp knife?)” Piero joked and gave Raffa’s head a gentle nudge.

“Guys, I'm amazed myself at what has happened to me since yesterday. If someone has told me on Thursday what would happen to me on Friday when a bunch of exceptionally good-looking men – models, no less! – would meet me at Pompeii, and that I’d fall in love within the stretch of 24 hours, I’d have laughed in that person’s face. But yes, I have fallen for our boy like all of you have! And I have no intention to steal him away from you! I like you guys too much. Yes, I’m prepared to give up my TV career for now, and try something else with the help of Johann and Claire. Let me tell you, being a TV star is not all moonshine and roses. And if I get to be allowed into your circle of friends and lovers, I’m all for it. Yesterday already you’ve impressed me and made me think what it would be like to be a part of such a group of men. Today was super special too!”

“Well, get your ass to Stellenbosch and experience it, Ita!” Pierre said and squeezed Raffa’s shoulder.

“I'm seriously thinking of doing just that. Thanks for being such nice and understanding guys. You’ve convinced me that I will not be making a huge mistake if I move to Stillen … hmmm … you know which place I mean! Just be patient until we wrap Episode 13. The storyline is at such a point that it would be fairly easy to temporarily – for now – write my character out of the daily sob stories that is a telenovela! So, you guys are OK with it that I join you and share my life with Antonio, but also with you guys?” Raffaello said excitedly. I hugged his head and the others nodded, agreed vocally and some even touched his shoulders, his head or his back.

“Let’s drink to that! Only water and fruit juice, but what the heck! To Raffa joining us soon and to the glue that holds us all together: ANT! We love you man!” Pierre said and lifted his bottle of fruit juice.

“You’re making me blush but thanks guys! I have no doubt in my mind that this tall and MASSIVELY hung dreamboat would fit in perfectly with us! To Raffa!” I said and kissed his head. He lifted his face and held his mouth to get a kiss … I did. He put his hands on either side of my face and kissed me deeply.

“Fuck, Ita! There IS no room here, but GET A ROOM!” Pierre joked and squeeze Raffa’s neck. “Weve not bought a hotel yet!”

“Thanks guys! And cheers to you all!” Raffa said and raised his bottle of fruit juice.

One thing was clear: it would be no mistake to welcome Raffa into our tight circle of friends. With Gio, Clive and Piero also joining us, Raffa would be a fantastic addition to our lives.

Mom would be the fly in the ointment … but even she would be mesmerized by his good looks and soft continental charm.

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Before long, we were at the top of the pass Monte Vico Alvano on the SS163 en route to the viewpoint, roughly 642 meters above sea level. The drive down the pass was slower and at one point, there was a very sharp bend. Our masterful Mr Giant Dick traversed the Kombi down it with grace and showing what a good driver he is.

“We’ll have a quick stop at the bottom at the viewpoint overlooking the sea,” Armando said.

We saw some islands off the coast, beautiful buildings and a view of the absolutely beautiful area. What a pity we are pressed for time. There was a food stall but we had our own snacks, so we only enjoyed the view and took lots of photos. Of course, some group photos too. André and Johann joined us in our group photos, and Gunther, Juan, Giovanni and Giancarlo completed the picture.

We didn’t stay long. André and Giovanni hugged and kissed as if we haven't seen each other in days. We’ve just bought our drinks and snacks at the Eni fuel station where we saw each other! Drama queens!

“Dad will know about this blatant abandonment in broad daylight! You’ll be sorry!” André joked as he kissed me before they got in their Kombi.

Soon we were on our way and enjoyed the view of the sea to the right of our Kombi. We passed the beach and surrounds of Spiaggia di Tordigliano, but we didn’t stop. However, the views were just magnificent.

Just before we entered Positano, we made a quick stop at the magnificent viewpoint, Fotopoint Positano. The views of the town and sea were breathtakingly beautiful. Once again, we took hundreds (I think) of photos.

Too soon the drivers hurried us into the Kombis. We continued and saw Fornillo Beach to our right. Magnificent, but no time for turning off.

We entered Positano at the Via Corvo, through a sharp bend in the road and then we were in the town. We passed the Positano Spiaggia (the beach and in summer, the swimming place of Positano) and Arienzo Beach, also exquisitely beautiful.

The charm and beauty of the area was worthy of postcard (a concept youngsters do not know or appreciate): it proved why many consider the Amalfi Coast to be one of the most beautiful areas on the south-western coast of Italy.

Every kilometre of the way was more beautiful than the previous. In summer this must be a paradise to visit and see.

We passed the turnoff to Grotta dello Smeraldo. We looked it up on our phones and saw what an attraction it is. Next time!

We passed Il Duoglio Spiaggia, Amalfi Harbor Marina Coppola, before entering the quant Amalfi itself. Beautiful beyond words!

We passed through Minori and at Maiori we turned inland on the SP2a, the Via Nuova Provinciale Chiunzi. We passed Ponteprimario, Pucara, Tramonti and Campinola. At the viewpoint Valico di Chiunzi, we stopped briefly to look out and see Vesuvius in the distance.

We drove on the SP2b up the Valico di Chiunzi pass and into Corbora. We joined the E45 and drove passed Angri and passed south of Pompeii. We saw Monte Vesuvio to our right as we approached San Giorgio a Cremano, south east of Napoli. There we passed Ponticelli and joined the A1, the Autostrada del Sole leading north to Roma.

Soon we passed Caserta and many others we passed on Friday. We settled in, listened to the soothing music Armando played on the stereo system, browsing our phones, looking at the hundreds of photos we took, chatting, eating our snacks, drinking our beverages, joking and enjoying each other’s company.

By now Raffaello was sitting next to me. He has pulled me into a tight embrace with my head on his shoulder, him saying sweet nothings in my ear, kissing the top of my head. My hand was high up on his thigh and I felt his immense dick, definitely not soft, but we did nothing more.

“*Antonio, all'aeroporto, prima che mio fratello venga a prendermi, devo "mostrarti alcuni posti interessanti e intimi" e darti un po' di "energia" per il viaggio. (Antonio, at the airport, before my brother comes to fetch me, I need to ‘show you some interesting and intimate places’, and give you some ‘fuel’ for the trip.)*”

Raffa pushed my hand up, to cup his huge bulge. “*Vuole salutarti come si deve e trasmetterti tutto il suo amore, così che tu non ti dimentichi di noi. Va bene? (He wants to say goodbye to you properly and transfuse his liquid love so you won't forget us. OK?)*”

I answered him by offering him my mouth for a deep kiss … the kiss this hunky HUNG man gave me, ranked amongst the best I’ve ever had. His full soft lips, his tongue gently invading my mouth at first, then deeper, his huge beautiful hands on either side of my face, his bearded face against mine, his beard feeling so manly on my face …

“*Ti amo tantissimo, mio bellissimo e disponibile bottom che sai gestire il mio mostro con tanta finezza e abilità, ricevendo il mio enorme glande e le mie abbondanti sborrate con tanta gratitudine e piacere. Non c'è mai stato nessuno prima di te che sia sexy come te, che baci come te e che mi ami così tanto... Voglio far parte della tua vita, dentro di te, dandoti le mie grandi sborrate, voglio essere nel tuo letto, nella tua vita e voglio essere uno dei ragazzi che vedi prima di addormentarti e uno dei primi che vedi quando ti svegli ogni mattina... Ti amo, tesoro mio!* (I love you so very much, my beautiful and willing bottom who can handle my monster with so much finesse and capability, receiving my very big dickhead and voluminous loads with so much gratitude and pleasure. There has never been anyone before you who is as sexy as you, who kisses like you and who loves me too … I want to be a part of your life, inside you, giving you my big loads, I want to be in your bed, in your life and I want to be of the guys you see before you fall asleep and one of the first ones you see when you wake up every morning … I love you, my darling!)*” Raffaello whispered next to my ear, hugging me to him and groaned when I cupped his big throbbing bulge.

I was in shit – in deep, DEEP shit! This man has won me over within 24 hours, and with about 3 fucking sessions, having his donkey dick inside me all night long and his exquisite kisses – which hot-blooded gay would not fall for this exquisitely sexy hung hunk?

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The road was the same we travelled the previous day from Villa d’Este to Pompeii, just in the opposite direction.

Soon we saw the signs indicating Monte Cassino, Frosinone, Anagni, and at San Cesareo, we turned off the A1 onto the E821. At Torre Maura which is running south of Roma, we entered the E80. At Muratella, we turned west onto the A91. We passed Le Vignole, just east of the airport. The sign to the Leonardo da Vinci Aeroporto, just north of Fiumicino, appeared and we have arrived. I looked at my watch: it was 17:30. The guys have driven well and we were way ahead of schedule.

Raffaello apologised to make a call to his brother. I heard him asking his brother to come pick him up at the airport after 20 (20:00). His brother would call him to confirm the final time and place to pick him up.

After Armando and Giancarlo parked the Kombis in the parking garage, we retrieved trolleys for our luggage. Raffaello, the eternal gentleman that he is, helped where he could to load the trolleys and then he led the way into the terminal to weigh in and get our luggage off our hands.

We were required to be at the airport not later than 20:00, which gave us more than two hours before we had to weigh in and get our boarding tickets. However, by the time the Kombis were parked and we had our luggage sorted out, it was almost 18:00. For the benefit of the first-class tickets, we were allowed to weigh in ahead of time and then go to the Lounge.

At the weigh-in counters, our luggage was weighed and accepted. None of us was overweight, despite all the things we’ve bought, but it could also have been that the sexy young girl at the counter was all starry-eyed when she recognised Raffaello …! Nonetheless, our luggage was taken care of and we only had our backpacks with a clean set of clothes, socks and underwear and some toiletries not exceeding the limits, and our Boss manbags with us

Because we’re first-class passengers, we had access to the Lounge at the airport, and having connections due to his status as regular flyer, his credit card status and TV appearances, Raffaello also has access to the Lounge with a special pass, so he could accompany other actors and VIPs who depart from the Rome Fiumicino Leonardo da Vinci Airport.

As soon as I have weighed in my luggage and got my digital boarding pass, Raffaello stood very close to me and said to everybody: “Emirates operates its own dedicated Emirates Lounge here at Rome Fiumicino Leonardo da Vinci Airport. In the Lounge, you can all have a quick shower. Then you can relax and have a good meal. The Lounge is located in departure Terminal 3, Level 2, close to gates E22–E24 in the extra-Schengen area. Come! I’ll lead the way! I’m accessing it from the Lounge’s staff entrance. I’m leaving you now to go through passport control. Just follow the signs and you’ll find the Emirates Lounge. I’ll see you there.”

Armando and Giancarlo walked with Luigi and Piero, all in deep discussion. I just heard them mentioning the d’Antonio and Moretti family members and that Piero mustn’t be afraid or alone, and rely on Luigi and zioMario. Or phone when he feels too homesick. I heard Piero scoff at the word. His dad hugged him close to him and Piero had his arm around Armando’s waist. Truly a tight bond between a dad and his gorgeous son.

Raffaello was walking close to me as we left the counters to get in line for passport control.

“*Quando arriverai alla Lounge, ti aspetterò nell'ultimo bagno, il numero 3. Dopo saluterò tutti. Non c'è bisogno che sappiano dove mi trovo, li lascerai alla reception con la scusa che vai in bagno. Bussa tre volte e ti farò entrare nella zona riservata agli ospiti speciali. Lì potremo fare una doccia e vorrei salutarti in un modo speciale, come meritano entrambi. Va bene? (When you get to the Lounge, I’ll be waiting for you in the last bathroom, number 3. I’ll greet everybody afterwards. They don’t need to know where I am and you’ll leave them at reception with the excuse you’re going to the toilet. Just knock three times and I will let you into the separate section for special guests. We can have a shower there and I want to say ‘goodbye’ to you there, in a special way that you and I deserve. OK?*”)

I squeezed his hand and he kissed my head. He turned around and said to everybody: “See you at the Lounge! Johann, don’t try anything funny here. The Polizia here have no sense of humour! Hehehe!”

“Yes, you tall sexy moron! Of course I’ll not waste my humour on them! Go, get the staff at the Lounge ready for some … action … and some teasing … and some experience they have never had, and won’t easily forget …!” Johann said and made a mean face … as if our Rubberman could ever be mean!

Armando and Giancarlo wouldn’t be joining us in the Lounge as they don’t have access like Raffaello. They were going to get the Kombis and drive to the family villa where stayed when we were in Rome.

We all had a laugh and Raffaello was in stitches with Johann’s antics.

“Just remember there is no cappuccino when you're in the cells! I’m joking! I’ll wait for you at reception in the Lounge,” Raffaello said and stood next to Armando and Giancarlo.

We all greeted the two brothers-in-law, got hugs and kisses and Armando got a bit teary when he said goodbye to his son, Piero. And Piero too had some tears in his eyes. There was a very strong bond of love between them.

“Erm … Juan? Your time to do your thing,” Pierre said. “Come on, Big Daddy! It’s your time to shine!” Of course Juan didn’t respond to the remark – he’s too much of a gentle gentleman!

Juan stepped forward, and said in his calm baritone voice: “This is not the time for long speeches and tear-jerking goodbyes, but we just have to thank you guys for being such sports … yes, the other kind too! But your patience and the safe way of driving us around Italy over the past week, is exemplary. We’ve decided it can't go unrewarded. So, here are small gifts for you two, and something to take back to Firenze please. Gunther, would you mind helping me, my love? Please?”

Gunther held the shopping bags and Juan took the two wrapped boxes with the liqueurs, and gave it to Armando and Giancarlo. “You can decide who takes which one when you open them at the villa. And, for Nonna, Gabriella and the others at home, we have something for them too. Nothing of what we’re giving you now could ever really repay you for all you’ve done for us, and the effort, the money you spent … it is just too much to ever repay you. Once you come to visit us in South Africa, we’ll return the favour! That means, we want you there SOON!”

Armando and Giancarlo were speechless … actually, overwhelmed. And Armando even got tears in his eyes. Piero immediately stepped up and put his arm around his father’s waist and his head on his dad’s shoulder, and hugged him.

“Guys, guys, guys! I’ve said it from the first minute we picked you up at the airport in Firenze, you are salt of the earth. Nonna thinks so too, and when I see my son all glassy-eyed when he looks at Antonio, and the love between all of you, the fun we’ve had with you, the good times we spent at incredible places in our country … incredible how we’ve enjoyed it with you, it is clear you really are salt of the earth. Thank you very much! I'm sure the lot in Firenze will be happy too. I can guess these boxes contain chocolates? And by the weight of the boxes you gave Giancarlo and me, I guess it’s liquor! Thanks guys! We’ll enjoy it and think of you. And we’ll drink a toast to the best of South Africa, from Ireland, from Germany and London! You guys are so great!”

“Yes, Armando has said what I’d wanted to say too. Thank you for everything, for being nice to us. You fit right in and there was never one minute we wanted to see you gone! And now that you are leaving and we have to say bon voyage, I have a lump in my throat! Thanks for the wonderful friendships and the times we’ve spent with you … We’re looking forward to see you again, and hopefully soon. You guys are coming for a hockey tour later in the year, no? We hope you could come visit us in Firenze! Nonna would be so happy! Now, let’s go Armando, so these nutjobs, with the major clowns leading the pack can get through passport control. Pierre and Johann, you two and major clown André, are the best tonic for a sad person! I’ve never laughed so much! Go well and best of luck for you in the new year!”

They both hugged and kissed us again and when Armando said goodbye to Pierre, Johann and André, he took them by the shoulders, looked them in the eye and pretended to be studying them … just looking at them … saying nothing …

“What, you donkey man! What is it? Say it!” Pierre said, big eyed and shaking his head.

“You three are the recipe for a major disaster waiting to happen, for a major catastrophe, or for a party to end all parties and for laughs … I can't decide which! Thanks for everything and take care! I love you all very much!” Armando said and hugged the three again, and kissed them.

“Clive, my darling, don’t get jealous! It's the married guy who is now making eyes at me! Rest assured, his … erm … is too big for me and no, I will not trade you in for him!” Pierre joked.

“I also don’t want you! You're too tall and too ugly, you Bhoorkie man!” Armando snubbed Pierre.

“Johann, please help me here! This man is abusing me!” Pierre pretended to be upset, but we all had such a laugh. He got another hug and a kiss from Armando. He whispered something in Pierre’s ear which left Pierre big-eyed …

“What? You're jealous of MINE? Clive my darling! My first fan other than you! And sadly, married and also a top! Just my luck! Thanks Mr Elephant Man! It was an honour to meet you and spend time with you. And yes, we’ll take good care of Piero – njannies!

[Njannies is something like a verbal pinkie-swear!]

We all said bye, goodbye, go well, drive carefully, give our regards to the ones in Firenze, look after yourselves … all mixed up and one speaking over the other. Armando and Giancarlo just smiled and waved as they walked away. Raffaello accompanied them to the exit from where he would meet his friend who would take him to the Lounge.

“There go one of the main reasons why our time in Italy was a highlight. Just every day and with their patience, their driving skills, their dedication and attention to detail … we could never have asked for better. And with Raffaello as part of the deal since yesterday and during today’s trip … we were in the pounds-seats!” Clive piped up.

We all agreed and watched the trio until they left through a door leading to the main concourse.

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We went through passport control and followed the signs through the terminal, and ended  up at the entrance to the Emirates Lounge where our first-class tickets gave us access to this most beautiful and super stylish lounge. Fuck! It was beyond wow! Raffaello was nowhere to be seen. We cleared our entrance with our tickets and passports and were pointed in the direction of the main lounge. They mentioned that there is a special section reserved by Boss Models for our convenience.

I looked around and saw something at the far end that appeared to be the special section Raffaello wanted me to go to.

“Now where is that tall wet dream on legs? I thought he’d be waiting here for us? Perhaps he’s talking to his buddies here at the airport. Come guys, let’s hit the showers,” Clive said and started to walk to the bathrooms, clearly marked as such.

“Guys, I strongly suggest we get cleaned up now before we dig in and get hammered. There is a lot of nice food here, and bottomless drinks! Yes, let’s go shower first,” Johann said.

In the meantime, I slowly made my way towards the section where Raffaello wanted us to go and waited for him behind a divider.

Everybody was just too happy to be able to take a shower and dig in (the food we saw on the tables was beyond yummy!) and everyone was going through backpacks to find their toiletries. I just overheard Gio saying that the Lounge has its own toiletries in the bathrooms. By then, I was almost at the entrance to where Raffaello was waiting.

When I arrived at the special section, I gasped at the exceptionally stylish bathroom I entered. There was a closed door numbered 3. I gently knocked and then Raffaello opened it, pulled me into the bathroom and locked the door.

[The following discussions were all in Italian.]

“Come here my darling man! We don’t have much time. I want to make love to you, hard and deep, but gentle and with lots of love. Plus, we need to get showered as well. So … come here and let me get you out of your clothes. Is your clean clothes in your backpack? Yes? Come here …”

I walked into his embrace, while he was undressing me, kissing me. He has already removed his shirt and pants. He only had his underpants on which was bulging something awful to his left hip.

When I touched his bulge, I groaned in his mouth and sucked his tongue into my mouth.

I was stark naked in no time and I managed to push Raffaello’s underpants down, releasing his massive and exquisite Weapon of Ass Destruction, already rock hard and sopping wet.

I pulled away from his embrace and sank to my knees to suck the incredible dick. His huge amount of precum tasted so good. The massive head filled my mouth and his immensely big balls rested on my chin.

Raffaello’s long fingers were in my hair and he was groaning like a wounded bear.

“My darling, I’m so worked up! I’m going to fuck you and cum – OK? We can continue a second round under the shower. Please turn around?”

I let go of the massive dick and turned around. Raffaello bent down and started to lick and suck my hole. In no time my hole was sopping wet. I saw he used some of his copious precum and inserted the first finger in my hole. I groaned and before I knew it, he added a second finger.

“All still OK?”

“Yes! Just push in a third finger to stretch me more, please!”

Raffaello added more precum on his fingers and I felt the three long fingers entering me and I gave a small yelp. It was intense!

“I’m going to put my dick in. OK? Will you be able to take it already?”

“Yes, please! We don’t have much time and I want to have you in me as soon as possible and for as long as we can! Put it in!”

Raffaello stood up and aimed his immense cock head at my hole. I heard him spit on my hole. I retrieved some of my own precum and smeared it over my hole.

“Yes! Thanks! I'm going in. OK?”

“Yes, please! But take it slowly please …”

Asking him that was unnecessary. The man knows he has a majorly huge dick and he would never hurt me deliberately. That would be counter-productive as it would shorten or stop his fucking which he too wants as much as I do.

The dick head was now slick with precum and spit and it started to enter me … I groaned and held my breath.

“Breathe, Antonio! And relax. Push out, but I’m sure you know that? Yes, like that! Ahhh …!”

His dick head pierced my ass and he held still. It felt like a battering ram was pushed into me, but after the previous night and that morning, I wanted it! How long before I could have this honour again?

I clenched my hole over the massive invasion and felt how his dick twitched. It felt as if the diameter of huge dick increased by several millimetres and he held still. I clenched my hole again and his dick twitched again, but he also pushed in deeper.

“Still OK? Can I push in deeper?”

“Yes, please! Just slowly … Oh fuck! It feels amazing! Raffaello, you know I love you already, but what you’re giving me is the best present I’ve ever received! I will forever want you to fuck me again and again, and sleep inside me … Fuck!”

“I love you too, Antonio. Just nobody could take it or appreciate it the way you do. Plush, you’re sexy and a person that I want to have in my life!”

The massive dick scraped over my prostate and pushed some cum out of my dick … No! I didn’t want to cum as yet!

My ass clenched and the dick in me responded by twitching as it advanced deeper into my rectum.

When the head reached my inner sphincter, he stopped and held still, just twitching his dick. I pushed out and with the third attempt, the massive head slipped through the sphincter and was entering my colon. His monster dick was 15cm inside my colon now … it felt amazing and made me realise that this man just have to be a part of my life! I love André, Juan, Luigi, Piero, Pierre, Clive, Giovanni, Johann, Gunther … but Raffaello was in a class of his own.

To experience this magnificent man and his monster dick on a regular basis would be like experiencing our holiday in Italy every time he made love to me …

‘Making love’ is exactly what this was, although we hardly know each other. A jig-saw puzzle fits in its designated spot … this monster dick has found its designated spot, and I could love this man as much as I love the others. Or even more …

My heart was making summersaults in my chest, my breathing was irregular, my mind was trying to comprehend why this happened, and how it was even possible? A complete stranger 30 hours ago and now this man has been inside me 3 or 4 times, and deposited his love juice 35cm deep inside me … Nobody could experience this and not feel it … the connection … the unadulterated love … the joy of pleasing another guy while he was pushing you way beyond Cloud Nine? The amount of cum he has shot inside me must have been a cup already and I never want it to stop – EVER!

He held still and hugged me to his chest. I turned my head and got a kiss with that exquisite mouth.

“I fucking love you Antonio! I want to do this with you every day! How will I ever survive without you? I just have to come live in South Africa … if the invitation still stands?”

“Yes, please! And of course the invitation stands! It’s cut in stone and I want you to come please!”

And here he was putting it in words what I was thinking … this is no coincidence … even that Karma bitch can’t make up this! This was MEANT to happen … therefore we just HAVE to be together. I have met many guys, and many guys have fucked me, but this tall hung hunk, the orgasm on legs, the face that could launch a million stars … unique in every respect. I could never stop loving the others, but if Raffaello was added to the mix, it would be like the small amount of yeast that determines the consistency of bread …

Please come live with me, Raffa! Please!

Raffaello’s dick was responding to the clenching of my ass muscles and was twitching wildly inside me.

“I’m going to cum, Antonio! But I think it’s best we finish this … Oh fuck! Here it comes!” Raffaello said and pushed his monster dick into me as deep as it could go. I felt his massive balls on my ass, and then how his dick started to spasm inside me, spilling his copious cumload deep inside my colon.

“Sorry, but we have to get showered too. I’m staying inside you. Walk carefully into the shower and open the taps. I’ll hold on to your body to stay inside you.”

We managed to stay connected with his huge cock inside me, and I opened the taps. I adjusted it to a nice warm temperature and retrieved the shampoo and shower gel from the shelf in the shower.

Raffaello was washing my hair and back and then his own hair and chest while one hand held me in position in front of me.

My own erection was still rock hard and my ass muscles were still clenching around his dick deep inside me.

Soon we were soaped up and shampooed, and we started to rinse off the suds.

Raffaello kissed me again and with his mouth on mine he asked me if he could cum again inside me.

“Of course! Please give me more of your cum to take home with me! Please fuck me and cum again!” I said and bent forward with the water cascading over us.

He did just that, and it felt incredible again to feel the massive dick rubbing over my prostate, stretching my hole and filling my colon. It twitched and my muscles clenched around it.

The recipe was infallible: soon Raffaello’s breathing was shallow and he groaned like a bear. His next load was about to be dumped into my colon …

“I’m cumming my darling … hmmm! Oh fuck, this is heaven! I wish we could do this all night again! I’m giving you my whole DNA code to take home with you! Please read between the lines that I fucking love you! You hear that? I love you!” he said as his monster was twitching inside me, pumping more of his cum into me.

His arms were tight around my chest and his face next to mine. Being held so tight to his hairy chest and his massive dick ball-deep inside me, pumping his essence into me was close to heaven on earth.

Raffaello took my dick and with the fifth stroke, I shot my load against the glass of the shower wall. My ass spasmed around his dick and I felt it deep inside me … and then I was amazed. He was rock hard again and he starting to fuck me again!

“One more, please my darling! It will be quick … ahhh! Oh fuck! Here it comes! One more load for the road! One more spoonful to remind you of my deep love!”

The monster cock was depositing a third load into me. I stopped counting at 10 spurts and wondered what the volume of cum was he shot in me. Around 50ml or more?

He was still holding me to him and kissed my head, my cheek and then my mouth when I turned my head.

“Please, let me pull out and then we can rinse off my cock and your ass. OK?”

We did just that and when I looked at the enormous rubbery dick that hung at an angle between his legs, I just couldn’t believe it was just now inside me, giving me so much pleasure.

I sank to my knees and gave it one last lick and sucked the big head into my mouth.

“Stop that! I’ll never stop with you around! Let’s get towelled dry so we can get dressed. Come on, you seducer, let’s get decent to join the others.”

However his dick responded quickly and he was hard in seconds.

“You're evil! Antonio … what are you doing to me? Do you want to dehydrate … ufff … me or make heart to stop? Want another load in your mouth? You’re devious!”

The monster cock in my mouth filled my mouth and after a mere minute of my skilled sucking, he started groan. He held my head between his hands and when he shot his fourth load into my mouth, he screamed like a man in pain.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You’re evil my darling! I’ve abused you, and is this now payback-time? I’m dehydrated! Uff! Fuck!”

The amount of cum – the 4th within 15 minutes or less – was ample and it tasted exquisite, like the man who deposited it into my mouth. I hungrily sucked the last out of him, squeezing his thick shaft and tasted how more cum was deposited on my tongue.

“How do you do that? I’ve been acting like a sex-deprived man – which I actually am: very little action and when something were about to happen, they run to the hills when they see my dick! Sorry my darling, but thank you! You’ve just booked and bought my plane ticket to Cape Town!”

“Best news ever! I’d make you cum another round if you need to book your seat as well?” I joked.

“You’re devious my darling!”

We towelled each other dry, hugged and kissed continuously. Eventually we were dressed and ready to exit the bathroom. Our hair was damp but brushed, some of the perfume available in the bathroom spritzed on our necks and wrists.

“I don’t think the others would mind … would they?” Raffaello asked.

“No, I don’t think so. However, the Clown Parade, will heckle us!” I said.

We grabbed our belongings and entered the lounge.

“My fuck! There you are! We’ve been looking for you! And … what have you two been up to? Luigi! Did you see what that Ita has done to your fiancé? Shame on you, you wet dream on legs! And we got nothing! Unacceptable! For that, you’re going to pay! All drinks are on you, Ita!” Pierre said and looked at me as if I’ve stolen the milk from his cappuccino.

“No problem! All the drinks are for free, so I’m OK! Yes, I had to say goodbye to my darling man! It will be a long time before I will see him again! Please allow me that …? Luigi, are you OK? Piero? Clive? Giovanni?” Raffaello asked.

“And what about ME? The first born and my brother’s designated protection! How dare you take advantage of my beautiful brother like that! Shame on you! Did you at least enjoy it, baby bro? Stupid question! I’m sure you did! That man has an elephant trunk for a dick! And I suppose you’ve refuelled him big time? I think we need to get drinks and eats. Juan my darling, let’s get our refreshments so we can strategize how we will out this Ita to Dad. You’ll be sorry, Ita! My Dad takes no nonsense and no hostages! And he has a very sharp knife, I’ll have you know!” André rambled on.

We all laughed at his antics and when he took me in his arms and kissed me, he asked me if I were OK.

“Come! This memorable occasion needs some eats and drinks and some feasting and some toasts!” Pierre said and organised some bottles of sparkling wine. We each got us some food from the vast array and different dishes, and we all sat at a table the workers have prepared for us. We heard Juan has asked them to do that.

The discussions were quite boisterous. Weve had a bumper 3-week holiday in London, Berlin and many parts in Italy. We’ve met incredible people, we’re ‘abducting’ three of them to take home with us, with some other who might follow them.

There were exhilaration and laughter, and Johann and his two partners-in-crime, André and Pierre, kept us squealing with laughter. Many mishaps, mistakes, misunderstandings, the excellent experiences we had, the people we met and what we’ve seen and experienced were raked up, repeated and almost always ended in loud laughter.

The food and drink were good and the company was like only our own-made-family could have.

I sat next to Raffaello who had his arm around my shoulders and me holding his other hand. Piero sat on my other side and just took my other hand without asking.

I knew Piero was going to rely on me for support, love and reassurance. He sat very close to me. The love I had for this tall horse-hung young man, was unique, and was only eclipsed by the love I had for his uncle Luigi. And now there was Raffaello …

It was just past 19:00 and soon after 20:00 we’d be required to move to our departure waiting area. Luigi and Juan were watching the electronic announcement boards.

My iPhone buzzed: a message from George!

“Hi there! I'm sure your time in London and Europe was good? Tonight you're departing from Rome to fly back to South Africa. My schedule has changed. I'm on the 10:40 flight from Dubai to Johannesburg tomorrow. Confirm which flight you’ll be on. I'm fine and can't wait to see you again … hmmm! Enjoy your flight from Rome to Dubai. Sebastián Garcia is on duty on your flight from Rome … enjoy it! Lots of love, dear Anton! See you tomorrow night!”

Hmmm … George the tall Greek. At 1,92m, he is a man you cannot miss. And his 31cm dick, which is uncut, and very, VERY thick, with a very, VERY big head, is something to behold. With its upwards curve and HUGE piss-slit, it’s a beautiful dick. And it produces lots of precum, and shoots a very big load in multiple shots. Perhaps we might be able to do something on the A380, but the flight was going to be during daytime …? Well, perhaps he will stay with his mechanical engineer brother in Stellenbosch during his days off? Or perhaps he might still be moving to Stellenbosch to join his brother soon?

André came to sit with me. “Raffa, would you mind if we call our Dad quickly?” Raffaello nodded and asked if he should get up.

“No, of course not. But we’re going to speak Afrikaans, so if you don’t mind that, please stay. Same goes for you Piero.”

“Grazie mille, fratellino! (Thanks, baby brother!)” Piero floored André!

“I'm not sure what he said … Baby bro?”

“Exactly what you called me right now!”

“What? It sounded so elegant, Piero! But that’s what I call my brother! Come on baby bro, let’s call Dad and Mom and enlighten them about our flights. I’ll keep Claire’s email open on my iPhone and we can talk on your iPhone. Call Dad, please fratellino! Hmmm … having Italians in the family is kind of cool!”

I called Dad and when he answered, I saw Mom talking to Pierre’s dad and mom in the background. “Hello boys! I take it both of you are on the other end? How are you?”

“Hello Dad! In 24 hours’ time we’ll be home! We’re at the Fiumicino … is that right fratellino? It’s the Leonardo da Vinci Aeroporto … I’m sure that’s right! We’re in the Lounge and we’re having a ball. There are enough food and drink to feed an army! It’s like Mom cooking for 10 people and ending up with enough food for 20! Don’t tell her that!”

“Hello Dad! Yes, we’re almost on our way. It’s almost 19:45 here, Dad. We’re moving into the waiting area at around 20:00. We wanted to check out the so-called duty-free shops before we go to the First-Class waiting area. Dad, I think Mom has all our travel details, but just to be sure, here are our schedule for the next 24 hours: we depart at 22:10 from here, and have a lay-over in Dubai tomorrow morning. Our flight from Dubai only departs at 10:40, and we arrive in Johannesburg at 16:24. Our flight to Cape Town leaves at 20:00 and we’ll be in Cape Town by 22:00. Claire said there will be a midi-bus to pick all of us up at the airport and take us to Le Plaisir. Is it OK that they all stay over tomorrow night? That means you don’t have to travel on that dangerous section of the N2 near the airport at night,” I filled Dad in.

“Of course, my boy! Who will be staying here tomorrow night?”

“Well, of course it's your sons, my baby bro and I,” André took over. “And Juan, our very own alpha ogre, and then it’s Luigi, my dearest brother-in-law. And our big tall macho Pierre … he's such a terrible but nice clown, but he’s family now! We love him! Johann and our Jerry Gunther will join us too. Mr Johann Snorreman has also become like real family, the filthy rubbish! We’re bringing 3 others, new ones, with us. Don’t ask the details now: your second-born son has a soft spot for stray dogs and lost creatures like that! After a good wash and a shampoo, they were allowed into the airport!” André ranted. He scanned the camera over the crowd.

Hello Dad!” some shouted when they saw Dad’s face.

“Dad, your FIRST-born is demented! Giovanni, Clive and Piero are also like family now! When you meet them, you’ll see! Here is Piero, there is Giovanni and there is Clive! Guys, say hi to Dad!” I said as I swept over the faces of the guys.

“Plus, Piero is Luigi’s nephew, Giovanni is a TV star – look at him! – and Clive’s dad is the CEO of Boss Models in London. Can you believe he, yes HE is shy to model? Look at him! Dad, we love them very much and they all have made our holiday super special. So, it's OK for them to stay tomorrow night? Could they also stay for Monday’s party, or what?” I asked Dad. “Oom Eugene and Tannie Esther should also stay.”

“Hello my boy! What a lot of good-looking guys there with you! Hello boys! Yes, of course Anton! We’ll prepare the rooms and Tannie Esther and I will go buy all the necessary supplies for tomorrow and Monday. We could have it in the barn we used for your birthdays! Esther, are you in and will you help please?” Mom asked Tannie Esther.

“Yes of course!” Tannie Esther said from the living room. “Hello Pierre! Did you behave?”

“Hello Mum! Of course! Ask André!” Pierre said.

We all burst out laughing.

“Why are they laughing Pierre?” Tannie Esther asked, big-eyed.

“They're drunk, Mum!”

Mom took Dad’s iPhone.

“OK, thanks Esther. That is reassuring that we don’t have to drive to fetch you from the airport. I just hope you guys will be safe in the midi-bus? We have already prepared the cottage and the two guest rooms in your wing for all the guys coming with you. There are 3 new guys, right? There is enough space for them. You will have eaten at the Johannesburg airport but Tannie Esther and I have already prepared enough Bobotie for a crowd, and baked a lemon sponge cake drowned in Limoncello and two cheese cakes! Oom Eugene and Dad have selected the wine and got some cider and other drinks for you from the liquor store. And of course, enough biltong and droëwors! We can't wait for you to be back! We’ve missed you so much! Eugene, Ester – come say hello to the boys!”

Pierre came closer and leaned over André’s shoulder. “Hello Pa en Ma! Nou praat ek Afrikaans! Hier word die hele tyd net Italiaans gepraat! Hoe gaan dit? Het julle na ons verlang? Regtig? Wel, ons het ‘n fees gehad en ons gate uit geniet, maar daar is ‘n tyd om te gaan, en daar is ‘n tyd om terug te keer! Of so-iets! Ons keer môre terug! Dan hoef julle nie meer so na my te verlang nie! Dankie vir al die moeite Oom Adriaan en Tannie Alma! Daai Bobotie en koeke klink heerlik. Aaah! En biltong en droëwors! (Hello Dad and Mom! Now I’m speaking Afrikaans! Here they only speak Italian all the time! How are you? Did you miss us? Really? Well, we had a jol and we enjoyed ourselves to the fullest, but there is a time to go, and there is a time to return! Or something like that! We will return tomorrow! Then you won’t have to miss me so much anymore! Thanks for all the effort Uncle Adriaan and Aunt Alma! That Bobotie and cakes sound delicious. Aaah! And biltong and droëwors!)“

“Hello Oom Eugene and Tannie Ester! We took good care of Pierre and had to bail him out of jail a few times, but only in Berlin! Long story!” André said.

Pierre hit André’s shoulder. “Traitor! Liar!”

André ignored Pierre and continued: “Dad, thanks for everything in advance. We’ll see you tomorrow night. It’s time for us to collect our things and go to the departure section. We love you so much and we’re looking forward to see you tomorrow night! Lekker slaap en ons sien julle môreaand! So lief vir julle! (Sleep well and we’ll see you tomorrow night! Love you so much!)”

[Oom = uncle; Tannie = aunt; amongst Afrikaans people, it’s custom and a form of respect to call an older male friend of the family and the brother of one’s dad or mom, ‘oom’, and a female friend or sister of one’s dad or mom, ‘tannie’]

“Pierre!” Pierre’s own mom said, who approached Dad, holding the iPhone. “You look good! But your hair is too long … and that beard?”

“Hello again Pa, Ma! It’s winter here, Ma! You OK? You can stop longing and worrying now: we’re back home tomorrow night! Thanks Dad, Mom! We’re looking forward to see you again! And eat real home-cooked food! Hey guys, we have to go! Come on! Say goodbye now! Bye Dad, Mom! Bye-bye, Pa and Ma! I love you! Come now, Ant! sheez! You’ll see them tomorrow night! Sissy!” Pierre was the latest sergeant-major!

“’Sissy’? I love my parents and never lie to them! And my eyes get wet without asking permission! Rubbish!” André said and gently punched Pierre’s arm.

I ended the call, we gathered our belongings and walked to the exit of the Lounge.

Raffaello walked close to me, his arm around my shoulder. Luigi, Pierre, Johann, Gio and André just let it slide … I loved them for giving us this last minute …

At the exit, Raffaello turned me to face him, put his massive warm hands on my shoulders, looked deep into my eyes and it was clear this man was having a hard time to say goodbye. It was also clear I was looking into the beautiful face of a true gentle giant, not just a super guy and a TV star, but a real gentleman with style and finesse, and who knows how to fuck and satisfy a bottom.

“Antonio, grazie infinite per queste ultime 36 ore. Sei davvero entrato nel mio cuore e quello che è successo tra noi è la cosa più bella in assoluto! Nessun altro avrebbe potuto apprezzarlo o gestirlo! Nessuno bacia come te. So solo di essermi innamorata di te come una persona che diventa dipendente da una droga! Ti amo e, appena potrò, verrò da te. (Antonio, thank you very much for the past 36 hours. You’ve really crawled into my heart and what happened between us, is the best ever! Nobody else could appreciate it, or handle it! Nobody kisses like you. I just know I have fallen in love with you like a person getting addicted to some drug! I love you, and as soon as I can, I will come to you.)”

He pulled me into his arms, hugged me tight to him, pushing his bulge against my tummy and turned my face towards him. He put his exquisitely full and soft lips on mine … my mouth opened automatically and welcomed his tongue in my mouth. His saliva tasted fantastic and I felt we were both getting hard-ons … again!

 

 

Raffaello stood to one side, waiting for all of us to finish getting our stuff and thanking the staff at reception. I saw he was looking at me with a friendly face with very sad eyes. It was crystal clear this hunk of a man has really fallen in love and lust with me.

I walked up to him again, put my backpack and other belongings on the chair next to where he was standing, and walked into his embrace again.

We just held each other tight, our cheeks pressed against each other. I felt his tall muscular body and the unmistakable massive bulge in his pants pushing against me, but it was only semi-hard.

He looked deep into my eyes, glistening with tears and a beautiful smile on his face.

“Mi mancherai tantissimo, mio bellissimo Antonio... Ti prometto che sarò a Città del Capo e anche in quell'altro posto dove vivi il prima possibile. Sono così felice che tu provi lo stesso e spero che Claire e Johann possano organizzare qualcosa. Il mio ruolo nella soap opera è bello e ben pagato, ma per cambiare voglio fare qualcosa di diverso e ora ho qualcosa a cui guardare con entusiasmo. Prenditi cura di te e grazie per avermi permesso di amarti e di fare l'amore con te! Buon viaggio, amore mio!" (I’m going to miss you so much, my beautiful Antonio … I promise I’ll be in Cape Town and that other place where you live as soon as I can. I’m so happy you feel the same and I hope the Claire lady and Johann could organise something. My role in the soapie is nice and it pays handsomely, but I want to do something else for a change and now I have something to look forward to. Take care of yourself and thanks for letting me love you and making love to you! Bon voyage, my darling man!”

He hugged me one last time and kissed me like the true Italian lover that he actually is. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, but I suppressed them and just hugged him again.

“Provo le stesse cose e vorrei averti nella mia vita insieme agli altri uomini. Grazie di tutto e prenditi cura di te. Restiamo in contatto, ok? (I feel the same and want to have you in my life with my other men. Thanks for everything and take care of yourself. Let’s stay in touch, OK?)” I said and squeezed his hands.

I turned away to hide the tears in my eyes, grabbed my backpack and jacket and followed the others. Piero and Pierre flanked me, each with an arm around my shoulders.

“You’ll see him again!” Pierre said and hugged me. He kissed me on my head.

We left the Lounge and walked into the section with the so-called duty-free shops. We had no inclination to buy anything. We merely wanted to look at the stuff, and in doing so, slowly approached the business-class waiting area to wait for the announcement to board our flight. The A350 does not have a dedicated First-Class cabin – only Business Class.

My heart was a mess. I was surrounded by my brother and 10 other guys who I love, who love me, but I’ve just said goodbye to the most phenomenal man I’ve ever met. The facts that he is a super-attractive Adonis, a TV star, tall, hung like a real horse, a lover of note, kind, loving and caring … all of that played a role, but the whole package was incredible. The mere possibility to fall in love with someone within 24 hours or 36 hours or whatever time it took, it still messed with my heart and brain.

How was it even possible? Yes, I love to meet guys, preferably hung guys, preferably attractive ones, preferably tall ones with hairy bodies, big beautiful hands and feet, but to find such a guy like Raffaello was rare. Our souls and minds and bodies resonated with each other like no two jig-saw puzzle pieces could outsmart.

Pierre saw my heart was in tatters and he pulled me to his tall frame.

“We’re still here … lean on me and Clive … and all the others. We all love you and we understand. Raffaello is an exceptional guy, and he will come … just give him time and don’t feel like it’s the end. It’s not. He was the perfect man with whom to end the holiday, and we all like him very much, even Piero and Luigi. Come here!”

Pierre pulled me into a tight hug and I felt Clive move in behind me and joined the hug. Pierre kissed me and Clive put his head on mine, and his hands were holding my upper arms. I could feel both their huge bulges pushing against me.

Pierre’s kiss was gentle, filled with love and sincerity.

“Promise me you’re not going to be depressed and cry by yourself? Promise?”

“Thanks guys! You’re too fantastic … Yes, I’ve fallen deeply in love with Raffaello, and I know he’ll come to us, but it feels as if a part of me was ripped out of my chest … It’s bad, and it is taking all my willpower not to cry …” I kissed Pierre again and took his face between my hands and looked deep into his spectacularly blue eyes and just said: ”Thanks my beautiful man! And you too Clive! This just makes me love you guys more! Come, let’s rather go see what it is they have to cheat people out of their euros!” I joked.

The stuff at the airport was the usual trade: perfume, liquor, leather, overpriced clothes and shoes, gadgets with no comprehensible uses or purpose, and food … coffee … chocolates …

Coming out of the Lounge, we definitely didn’t need or want anything to eat or drink. Our gifts to take home are in our luggage so we were sorted.

The announcements over the speakers in the ceiling sounded like they were coming through fog … my mind was so preoccupied, it frightened me. This is our very last 2 hours in Italy, we’re ending the last of our incredible 3 weeks, we’re going home to Dad and Mom, to our own homes … I’m leaving behind a legacy of memories … many people I’ve met who are not just merely other people … they are incredible human beings. Even Alexander, Santiago, Diego, Gunther’s parents, Vlado, Matteo, Étienne … the Morettis and d’Antonios, Armando and Giancarlo, and now Raffaello … My heart missed a beat, I could still feel him in my arms, his lips on mine, tasting his saliva, his massive dick inside me, I could feel his huge loads inside me and I closed my eyes while standing in front of a shop that sells super expensive leather jackets and bags.

“Earth to Antonio … hello! Where are you, my darling? You OK?” Pierre said and put his arm around my shoulders, and hugged me to him. “You’ll see him again! In the meantime, Clive and I are still here, so are Luigi and Piero, and the clown Johann and beautiful Gunther, Juan and André, and our sexy man Gio. Cheer up, chin up, smile and count your blessings to have met so many nice guys, ending with the crème de la crème … Come, let’s go to the waiting area. We can do some last-minute shopping in Dubai.” He pulled me into his arms and kissed me. Clive had his hand on my back, stroking it and kissed me on my cheek. I turned my face and kissed him … Fuck! I’m missing Raffa, but Pierre’s right: I do have super guys surrounding me.

“You’re right! Let us go and enjoy the last of the Italian ambience!” I said, put my hand in Pierre’s hand. Our fingers intertwined and he kissed me on the head. Clive fell in step with us and took my other hand …

“Now please tell me if I’m imagining things … is that not our Ant and the two stallions …? What about the rest of us? You do know I own part of your heart and ass … André, you better call Dad!” Johann said and stepped in front of us, stopping us and kissed me. “There, that’s better! A smile? Yes! See? You still have us! Come, let’s go get front row seats for the delinquent’s show!”

We laughed but I wasn’t sure my brother would’ve appreciated it!

We entered the waiting area and found seats. All 10 of us sat close to each other. Johann, Pierre and André were reminding us of funny moments we experienced over the last 3 weeks, especially the last week here in Italy. It would appear there was never a dull moment in the other Kombi – not with Johann and André there! The stuff they told us, had us all in stitches.

Luigi and Piero sat on either side of me, each holding one of my hands. They didn’t say a word, because they knew Raffaello would eventually come to us and that this was only the sad and painful moment of ripping a Band-aid off. Luigi kissed me on my cheek and I turned towards him, and got a proper kiss.

My iPhone buzzed. It was Raffaello, sending me a selfie he took as he left the terminal building, meeting his brother. He had his fingers crossed and blew me a kiss.

I took a selfie and of the three of us, and sent it to him. He responded with an Emoji of a heart and a kiss.

“Let’s make a memory! Kind sir, would you be so kind to take a picture of us, please?” Johann commandeered an airport official on duty.

“Certo!” the guy said and took Johann’s camera. We arranged ourselves in two rows with the tallest ones sitting on 5 chairs and the shorter ones standing behind them, hands on the shoulders in front of us.

Before was sat down finally, some of us gave our iPhones to the man, Pietro, to take pictures.

We were very happy with the results and compared the pictures. Of course there were remarks and scoffing and jokes – there were 3 official clowns amongst us! But it was a nice idea to record our last moments in Italy.

Luigi showed me a message from Armando: they’ve safely arrived at the villa. They wished us a pleasant trip and asked that Luigi kept them informed of our progress, and to give their love and good wishes to the group.

When Luigi told the others what Armando said, they all cheered and Johann quipped: “The first toast on the plane will be on these two guys! You Italians really are a nice and kind lot! I can't wait for them all to come visit us! I hope I’ll be able to get my ass on the trip back here when you come for your hockey … damn! My darling, we need to work out a plan, my Jerry!”

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Soon we were called to board the plane to Dubai. The A350 was beautiful and Emirates have outsmarted themselves. Not on the level of the A380, but damn smart and elegant all the same.

The Business-Class cabin crew treated us very courteously. The “main man” in charge of the cabin, a very attractive Colombian (we learned later) with a skin colour similar to coffee, greeted us like we were royalty. I saw his name badge said ‘Sebastián’ … what George said.

“Welcome aboard! My name is Sebastián Garcia and I’ll be in charge of all your needs for this flight. The flight is just over 6 hours to Dubai. We’re departing here at around 22:30 and we’ll be in Dubai by 08:00 local time. We’ll be serving you a late dinner in about an hour’s time and an early breakfast at around 05:30 Dubai time. Please settle in, and have a look at the menu. I’ll bring you some sparkling wine before we depart. Just to confirm, you’re the Boss models flying back to South Africa tomorrow?” the Business-Class flight steward said.

Luigi answered and confirmed we are the Boss models. “How do you know?”

“My friend George Papadopoulos is going to be your steward on your flight to Johannesburg tomorrow, and requested I look after you very well, otherwise he’ll have my head if I didn’t do it!”

“Oh, George! Good to know he’s already looking after us! Good then Sebastián! We’d love to have the sparkling wine as soon as it’s convenient for you. Guys, we’re going to be spoiled again!” Pierre announced.

The seat layout is a 1-2-1, much to the dismay of Piero. Of course Luigi would be sitting with me in the two seats in the front row, with Giovanni to our right at the window, and Piero across the aisle at the window to our left.

Pierre and Clive were behind us, with Juan and André behind them with Johann and Gunther at the back in the centre seats. The last 3 rows in the rest of the middle and all the single seats on either side behind Piero and Giovanni, were occupied by affluent and obviously rich businessmen – some accompanied by ladies.

The engines were already running; the A350 would be pushed back soon.

We found our seats, and of course, Sebastián brought us our bubbly as soon as our onboard luggage was stowed everybody was seated.

We cheered, and while Sebastián was going through the safety procedures, being screened on our monitors too, we sipped our sparkling wine. Sebastián was a typical Latino with an olive skin, jet-black hair, very dark brown eyes and immaculately manicured very big hands.

“*Did you see his enormous feet and insanely big bulge?*” Pierre whispered from behind me. I think he wanted to take my mind off Raffa, but yes I did notice it. I was sure he was hung, like a true Latino from Colombia! He had big beautiful hairy hands like George, and I was sure he is as hung as my Greek friend George … hmmm!

I quickly sent a message to George before we had to switch off our phones.

“Hi there! Sebastián gave us your greetings. We’re in Dubai at 08:00. I hope to quickly see before we depart at 10:40 if possible. Sebastián is a hunky Latino!”

George answered almost immediately. “Hello my beautiful brave boy! I hope your holiday was good. Yes, Sebastián is indeed a real BIG Latino! He is bigger than me: 33cm, VERY thick, massive head and cums a lot, 3 times . You'll enjoy him! Just be careful: not much privacy on the A350! Looking forward to see you. I have good news I’ll tell you tomorrow. Enjoy Sebastián!”

Wow! I looked at the man and he came to enquire if we needed anything. He slipped me a business card concealed under a glass with orange juice. He winked as his fingers grazed over mine taking the glass.

“*Greetings from George,*” he whispered

“Thanks! Luigi, do you want some too?”

“Yes please?”

Sebastián went to the galley and returned with a pitcher filled with freshly squeezed orange juice and a red juice – perhaps cranberry.

Giovanni asked Luigi more details about our flight the next day. I had a quick look at the card. Sebastián’s details and written on the back: “Lavatory 3 after 1 am” …

I put the card away without Luigi noticing it, and quickly sent Dad and Raffaello each a last message.

Sebastián ensured our safety belts were fastened and took his seat in the front, facing us. I looked at this friendly sexy Colombian. I saw his huge hairy hands and enormous feet in super shiny black shoes. As he strapped in and leaned back to pull the straps forward, the bulge in his pants was obvious …

Another one ..? Another huge one? I felt embarrassed, but I was made to be fucked with huge dicks! Period!

The A350 was pushed back and taxied to the runway to take off. The lights in the cabin dimmed and the Rolls Royce Trent XWB engines started to growl. These engines are enormous with a huge bypass ratio and therefore quieter than most other engines, but we did hear them. The thrust pushed us back into our seats and I held the Luigi’s hand.

When I looked up, I saw Sebastián was looking at us, and he touched his eye, but in fact he winked at me … Fuck! I was still filled to the brim with Raffa’s cum and here is a Latino making eyes at me!

Soon the A350 climbed into the night sky and a few minutes later, the lights came back on, and the seatbelt sign was switched off.

Sebastián unbuckled his seatbelt and shoulder straps, and disappeared into the kitchen.

Another steward brought us fancy menus. The food would be served on Royal Doulton China, with warm bread, and fine wines. The dinner that would be served, included an appetizer, a choice of gourmet hot main meals, and a decadent dessert.

Appetizers

Traditional Arabic Mezze: Hummus, moutabal, and tabbouleh served with traditional accompaniments.

Soup of the Day: Creamy roasted tomato and basil soup with croutons.

Salad: Fresh seasonal garden greens with balsamic vinaigrette.

Main Courses

Grilled Beef Tenderloin: Served with potato gratin, haricots verts, and a rich mushroom jus.

Pan-Seared Sea Bass: Accompanied by saffron herb risotto, broccolini, and a lemon butter sauce.

Chicken Korma: Tender chicken pieces in a mild, creamy spiced sauce, served with basmati rice and dal.

Desserts

Tiramisu: A classic Italian nod to the departure city with espresso-soaked sponge and mascarpone cream.

Cheese Selection: A fine assortment of international cheeses with crackers and fruit paste.

Fresh Fruit Platter: Selection of freshly cut seasonal fruits.

We didn’t know all the terms on the menu. When Sebastián came to take our orders, all of us chose the Beef Tenderloin, medium.

The wine selection included some very fine wines from Tuscany, and Firenze is in Tuscany! We considered the 3 wines available, and looked at Luigi and Gio to guide us. Seeing that we all opted for the beef, they recommended the Tenuta Sette Ponti “Oreno’.

The chosen red was:

·            Tenuta Sette Ponti 'Oreno' (Tuscany): This iconic Super Tuscan blend (typically Merlot, Cabernet Sauvignon, and Petit Verdot) is a frequent flyer on Emirates' premium menus. It is highly regarded for its rich, full-bodied profile of dark fruit and subtle oak spice, pairing beautifully with grilled beef tenderloin.

The other two reds were:

·            Marchesi Antinori Tignanello or Guado al Tasso (Tuscany)

·            Tenuta San Guido 'Le Difese' or ‘Guidalberto‘ (Tuscany).

Sebastián was busy in the kitchen and the steward who brought the menus, brought the wine. The 10 of us did choose the Tenuta Ponto ‘Oreno’. The steward brought us our crockery and cutlery and required glasses. He brought the wine and poured us each a glass and waited to ensure we were happy with our choice. When I sipped the wine, I liked it immediately and of course compared it with our own wine we produced on Le Plaisir… it was good enough to enjoy it.

The chatting was lively and the Terrible Trio was out in full force. We laughed a lot and the other passengers in Business Class enjoyed the light atmosphere we created. None was offended that there was little quiet left!

Soon after, Sebastián brought our food … wow! The salad was so fresh and crisp and the vinaigrette was a perfect marriage of tastes.

The tomato soup with croutons was tasty as could be.

Then he brought our steak … It smelled so good and when he put it on our trays, I knew that this dinner in the middle of the night, was going to be memorable. The beef was soft, tasty and not overcooked. The potato dish and sauce rounded it off perfectly.

Combined with the good Tuscany wine, the good company and ambience made the departure of the magical country of Italy something to remember.

After the dishes were removed, Sebastián brought the ultimate in sweets: Tiramisu remains one of my all-time favourites.

The filter coffee he brought with the cheeses and fruit rounded off a perfect dinner.

Sebastián brought us each a small glass of Frangelico to end our dinner experience.

He touched my shoulder without anybody noticing it … I felt a gentle squeeze and when I looked up, he winked and motioned with his head towards the front of the aircraft. I winked back.

Once all the dirty dishes and glasses and cups were removed, Sebastián and his aide brought us extra pillows and blankets. Even though the air in the cabin was climate controlled and the temperature was a nice 20ºC, the blankets were welcome.

We all visited the bathrooms to brush teeth and took care of our skins. Sebastián was busy in the kitchen and offered each of us a bottle of water for the night. When he gave me mine, he winked again and I knew he was putting the moves on me …

Soon the discussions slowly quieted and the couples were holding hands, heads on a shoulder and we settled in for the night.

Just after midnight the lights were dimmed but I was still wide awake. My mind couldn’t stop thinking about the most memorable 3 weeks of my life. The places we visited, the beauty we saw in all the cities, the people we’ve met, all the experiences we had and … even though the men I’ve met like George, Giovanni, Alexander, Clive, Santiago, Diego, Kamran, Andrea, Vlado, Krystos, Matteo, Daniello, Étienne, Piero, Armando, Giancarlo … all were fantastic, even Luke the abusive bus driver … but Raffaello was the cherry on top. My dick twitched at the thought of this Adonis of a massively hung man … Wow!

I thought I’d make a quick visit to the toilets. Next to me, Luigi was fast asleep and the others were quiet. I assumed they were asleep. I took my toilet bag and walked to the front of the aircraft.

When I reached the kitchen section, Sebastián was doing some preparations for our early breakfast 2 hours before we would land in Dubai. When he saw me, he gave me his million dollar smile and offered me a glass of Limoncello. I accepted it and as he handed it to me, his fingers trailed over mine and his other hand touched my other arm.

“May I … please? George spoke highly of you and said you’re a phenomenal guy, and that you’re one of a kind. Would you like to experience another ‘mile high’ encounter? My colleague has already retired to our resting quarters located above the passenger cabin ceiling near the back of  the plane. I’m alone until 0400 and am in charge of the final preparations for your breakfast. Would you like to experience some Latino magic out of Colombia?”

“George is a special man, and yes, I’d love to see what you have. It looks very big …”

“It is … you’ll enjoy it!” Sebastián pulled me into his arms and kissed me. The tall man had the most beautiful full mouth and when it touched my lips, my mouth opened automatically to let his tongue in. He kissed me gently, his tongue deep inside my mouth, his one hand behind my head and the other on my lower back, pulling me close to him.

I felt the enormous bulge in his pants and realised I was going to be surprised to no end …

“Yes, we Colombians are usually very big, and mine ranks way above the average of 28 cm … but, don’t be afraid, even if it’s bigger than what George has … I won't hurt you. Still interested in this Latino’s big one?”

“Yes, of course!” I said without hesitation. George has a 31cm dick and it is very thick. How big could Sebastián be? Only one way to find out!

He took me into his arms and kissed me again. His huge bulge was really big and hard and I wanted to experience what he had to offer …

He broke away and put his hand on my crotch.

“Also not a small one!”

When I put my hand on his bulge, I realised my dick wasn’t even close to the league of this anaconda snaking to his left hip: it was humongous!

“Don’t worry, I have lube with me. Please go into the toilet to the left of the cabin: it’s furthest from the front row of seats. I’ll check the cabin and join you … perhaps you’d like to ‘prepare’ first?”

“Yes, I want to,” I said and walked to the toilet. I sat down but I didn’t want to let Raffaello’s big loads go … I would feel sad because he’s such a special guy and I wanted to keep it inside me for as long as possible.

It might be impossible to keep in me: it was a lot and I was about to get another big load from someone else. But I want Raffa’s cum in me!

I wa sure I was still super clean, I rinsed my rectum a couple of times with my small rubber douche bulb in the Lounge bathroom.

I was as hard as a rock, and very wet. I took some of my precum and smeared it over my asshole, and pushed some of it inside with my finger.

Sebastián gave a soft knock and pushed the unlocked door open. I was still sitting on the toilet with this tall man standing right in front of me. His bulge was at eye level and I gulped. It was enormous! It made an insane bulge to his left hip. When I touched it, it twitched.

“Let me open my pants …” He opened his belt and opened his top button. I took his zipper and battled to pull it down over the immense bulge in his underpants.

When the zipper was down, I put my hand into his underpants and felt the thickest dick I’ve ever encountered. I thought George, the two Williams brothers, and Rafael Ribeiro, and Larry and Vlado were big … This tall Latino had the real Cock of Death.

I gasped when I hauled it out and tried to wrap my fingers around it. It was enormous and hard and sopping wet. I was sure his precum would be enough lube.

He pulled me up and kissed me. The man’s mouth was a revelation: soft and velvety and accommodating. His tongue invaded my mouth and I sucked it hungrily. He took me in his arms and held me tight to him while I was holding his monster dick in my one hand.

“Be careful with the precum on my clothes. Push my pants down please?”

I pushed his pants down to his knees and took the immense cock in my hand. The head was like a huge plum with an opening like I’ve never seen before: it was enormous and ran from the top, right down to his frenulum, and the precum dripped from it.

His enormous balls were almost twice the size of my own …

I put it in my mouth and the taste was overwhelmingly nice.

A mad idea took over my mind and I told him I’d want him to fuck me.

“Are you sure? It is very big and I don’t want to hurt you. George said you’d be able to handle me, but are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I want you to try and push it in with only your precum …”

“You're mad! I’ll hurt you! I have lube – why only precum?”

“I know it might hurt me, but I like to feel it with precum only. How long is it?”

“It’s 35cm. I'm sure not all will fit inside you if I can get it in …”

“Once the big head is in, the rest will go in. I want you to just push in deeper and through my inner sphincter. Just take it slowly.”

“Your ‘inner sphincter’? What is that? I can only get about 20cm of it inside a guy if I can get it in him …”

“Just push a bit harder when you’re 20cm inside me – it will go in deeper. Just take it slow.”

“You’re really that interested in this big dick?”

“I love big dicks and this one is one of a kind. I love the enormous head and how thick it is.”

“Are you sure? And can I cum all my shots inside you? I can cum up to 4 times and they are very big loads.”

“Of course I want it in me please!”

“You really want it all? It is a LOT!”

“Yes! Every drop please! If you want, you could shoot the fourth load into my mouth!”

“I don’t believe what I’m hearing! Usually guys are afraid of it and they don’t like my huge loads …”

“Well, I love everything. And your big balls are amazing!” I said and felt how they filled my hand.

I turned around and felt him rubbing the head over my asshole. Then he used his fingers to spread it. Then the surprise: he pushed his finger into my ass … slowly, and ever deeper. I gasped … This was a nice experience! Then he pulled out and added another finger he pushed deep into me.

I gasped.

“Are you OK?”

“Yes, I am. Your fingers feel great …”

“Some more?” I felt him adding a third finger … I gasped as my ass was stretched one hell of a lot. He pushed his big fingers into me as deep as he could and rubbed over my prostate. I groaned.

“Please put your dick in! Please fuck me!”

He slowly pulled his fingers out and massaged my asshole one last time and I felt him rubbing the massive head over my ass to add more precum.

“Still OK to take my big dick using only precum?”

“Yes, please! Just slowly!”

“I was looking forward to this since Wednesday when George told me about you and I received confirmation of my flying schedule. My tanks are full and I’ll cum three times within 5 minutes. And it will be massive loads. Could you take that? And you want my fourth load in your mouth?”

“Yes, give it to me! I want all of it! Balls-deep in me!” I enthused and was hyperventilating in anticipation. I’ve been fucked many times by big dicks and with Piero’s and Armando’s huge loads, not to mention the multiple men pumping me full of cum, I was sure I’d be able to handle Sebastián’s loads. And I was still full of Raffaello’s huge loads … More please!

Was I wrong …! So deliciously wrong! It was going to be epic and one of the most exhilarating experiences of my life!

He slowly pushed the big head on my asshole and waited for my muscles to relax … the enormous head stretched my sphincter muscles and slowly entered me. He continued to push in slowly and gently … the head popped through my sphincter and I yelped.

“You OK?”

“Yes! Just hold still first … ahhh! Fuck! It’s big! OK, push in deeper please!”

“You sure you’re OK?”

He made his monster dick swell and I yelped again.

“Antonio, are you sure you are OK?”

“Yes! But you really have an enormous dick! Fuck! Yes, please push in … slowly please! I’ve never thought a man could have such a thick dick!”

He pushed in deeper, and when his thick dick scraped over my prostate, I yelped again. I’ve met my ultimate fuck! I hoped I’d be able to get all of it in me and that I’d be able to walk tomorrow …!

Plus … I still had Raffaello’s enormous loads inside me … I was bound to lose some of it!

Sebastián pushed in deeper and I groaned and trembled from head to toe. Even a double fuck wasn’t like this fuck …!

“Antonio, you feel wet inside … have you been fucked today?”

“Yes, I was … I hope I can manage your cum too!”

“That is so hot! I'd love to add mine to your previous lover’s load … but I have to warn you, mine is very big! It’s at least 30 ml or more! With you, I’m sure it’s going to be an epic load!”

When it reached my inner sphincter, he stopped.

“This is the end. Are you sure I will be able to go in deeper?”

“Yes, PLEASE just push it in all the way! Ahhhh! I want all of it in me, please!”

“You sure? It’s very big, and I don’t want to hurt you!”

Then the huge head plopped through my inner sphincter and I yelped and I groaned … this was an immense dick! Fuck!

“Still OK? Must I push in deeper?”

“Yes! I want all of it in me!”

“Am I not hurting you?”

“A bit, but I can handle it!” I said as the immense head went deeper into my colon.

I felt Sebastián’s huge balls on my butt and knew the huge dick was in all the way. I could feel my insides were filled to capacity! This felt more than a double fuck, but perhaps it was just because I was penetrated with a dick of immense proportions. And I was filled to the gills with Raffaello’s huge loads!

Not even Armando’s or Jonathan’s dicks made me feel this full. Perhaps it was because Sebastián’s dick is so incredibly thick, and the head is massively big.

“Just hold still a while please …” I said and he held on to my body to steady us both.

After a while and clenched my hole and he yelped.

“How the fuck did you do that? It felt like a hand squeezed my dick! Do it again, please?”

I clenched my hole again and his dick twitched.

“I’d cum on the spot if you continue that! Again, please?”

I started the clench and twitch game with him and lo and behold, his breathing became deeper and he was groaning after every clench and twitch … His dick was incredibly thick and hard now.

“I'm cumming! I’m shooting my first load! Ready?”

“Yes please! Give it to me!”

He clung to my butt and made his dick twitch again … He held his breath and when the first shot was fired into my colon, he exhaled and cursed like a banshee.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You're a master and it felt so good! Wow!” His dick was twitching as it pumped his cum into me, clearly a huge load! Twitch after twitch after twitch … he was obviously pumping a monster load of cum into me.

My insides were now flooded with cum …

He held still and exhaled.

“Fuck! I could get used to this! It was the best orgasm … ever!”

“I’m glad! For me this was also extremely nice! Going to give me more Latino milk?”

“Yes! I want to please! Two more and then one in your mouth?”

“Yes please!”

He pulled his huge cock until the head slipped through my inner sphincter into my rectum, and I yelped.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, it was just fantastic to feel your massive dickhead slipping through my sphincter! Your massive dick head is memorable! The best experience in my life! Give me more!”

He did just that. He pushed the monster dick head back through my sphincter again and I groaned. I could never get used to this fantastic sensation!

As soon as his big balls rested on my butt again, he held still and then he started to fuck me with long, deep thrusts … the huge shaft rubbing over my prostate and the head moving through the inner sphincter again and again, were enough for both of us to groan and gasp.

“I’ve never been hornier than now! You’re driving me hornier than a goat!”

‘Poor goat to be dragged into this!’

“Same for me! I'm enjoying this more than I ever expected. Please fuck me hard and deep …”

“Sorry for you, but I’m cumming again! Here it comes! Ready for more Latino milk?”

“Fuck yes please! Give it to me!”

The monster dick was doing its magic and the owner’s excitement was way above his IQ! He was about to pump a second load of magic white juice into me.

And then it happened. He pushed his dick in as deep as it would go, his enormous balls felt glorious against my butt as his dick exploded deep inside me again. I could feel how the vast volume of cum in my colon increased with every spurt he pumped into me.

He held still, hugged me tight to him, and kissed me. I turned my head and felt his tongue entering my mouth and I groaned. This man was phenomenal!

“I’ve never experienced anything like this in my life before! Fuck! I wish I could marry you and do this every night!”

“If you could get a job in Cape Town, you’ll be welcome to come live with us and do this every day!”

“’Live with us’? What does that mean? Joining you and your lover?”

“Yes, but it’s more than only Luigi! We are a large group and we mostly have sex with each other regularly. You’ll be welcome to join us!”

“Wow! I’d love that!”

“I’m just not sure you would be able to do a double penetration, with one of the others.”

“You’re getting double fucked? Wow! I’d love to experience that one day, but this monster dick makes it impossible!”

“No, if you come to us, we’ll find a way to make it happen. I’d love to feel yours and another big dick in me!”

“I don’t believe this! And now I’m very excited! I’m going to cum again! Feel my dick!”

The monster dick in me had a life of his own and was definitely going to give me his third load within minutes … seconds?

My insides were filled to capacity …

And that’s what happened: a repeat performance of his second attempt. Within 2 minutes of deep fucking, he was pushing in balls-deep again and it was clear another huge load was shot inside into me.

He clung to me and his monster cock was twitching like a dying anaconda that is pumping its thick white life juice into me.

I groaned like someone in pain, and clenched my ass around the massive rod inside me, donating multiple millilitres of thick white cum into my colon, but I was elated: I had a monster cock inside me and I was getting the essence of this super sexy Latino man.

Sebastián was still holding me tight to his body.

“Want me to give you a taste of some thick nice white natural yoghurt now …?”

“Yes, please!”

“OK, let me pull out … Ready? Slowly and clench and try to keep my cum inside you. I want you to keep it and I also don’t want it on my clothes. I’m pulling out now …”

The massive dick retreated from my colon, the head plopped through my inner sphincter and I felt how the huge balls were no longer against my butt …

When the monster head scraped over my prostate I wanted to shoot my load … but I fought against the urge …

Sebastián’s massive dick approached my sphincter and I clenched … I also wanted to keep all the cum inside me.

When the head slipped out of my hole, I gasped when I felt some of the cum running down my inner thigh … fuck! It was just too much to keep it all inside me! Damn!

I turned around and was in Sebastián’s arms, his mouth on mine and he was kissing me like he wanted to give me mouth-to-mouth, as if I was not breathing at all! In fact I was struggling to grasp what has happened the past 15 minutes.

“Ready for the fourth one in your mouth?” Sebastián asked with his lips on mine.

“Yes, please! I want to taste you!”

I sat down on the toilet and took the monster dick in my mouth. My colon and rectum were flooded: I had to clench for all I was worth. His dick in my mouth was super hard and wet, and it was clearly on the verge to shoot another load … this time in my mouth! Yummm!

The huge head filled my mouth and the cum still trickling out of the enormous piss slit tasted funky and nice. I was looking forward to get a full load in my mouth …

Sebastián took my head between his hands, pushed his dick as deep as it could go and I played with my tongue under his dick head and over the frenulum. It made him groan and his dick twitched like mad.

The precum that was leaking out, tasted divine and the cum from the previous loads tasted like nectar! What does this man eat and drink?!

He gently fucked my mouth and soon he was groaning and grunting. The huge dick head in my mouth grew even harder and bigger.

“You are a magician! I’m going to cum again! You ready? Fuuccckkkk!”

I groaned and sucked the head into my mouth as deep as I could.

I pushed the tip of my tongue into the enormous piss slit … wow! I couldn’t believe I could do that!

He groaned and then it happened …

The massive head swelled to monstrous proportions and he was grunting and moaning like he was about to have a heart attack …

“Anton, here it comes! It’s a lot … swallow as quickly as possible! Hmmmm!”

The first volley was not so big, but fucking tasty! The second one was bigger … it filled my mouth and I had to swallow like my life depended on it … Then the third spurt shot into my mouth, I knew I had my work cut out to contain the cum in my mouth and swallow it all.

The cum kept on coming and filled my mouth … it tasted extremely nice and it confirmed why I love cum!

By the 9th spurt, it started to taper off and I sucked the last of the delicious liquid from this monster dick head. I put the tip of my tongue in the piss slit again, and savoured the exceptional taste of the best liquid on earth … OK, water and coffee and orange juice are also nice, but none of that makes me horny! Cum tastes like heaven on earth!

“Sensitive … hmmm! You’re the master but … ahhh … please take it slower … wow … Anton, you’ll make me relocate to Cape Town! This is fantastic … but please stop!”

“Please come!”

I reluctantly let go of the massive dick and let it slip slowly from my mouth. As the head slid over my tongue, I admired the size, the odour, the taste, the sensation in my mouth … and the enormous balls on my chin.

“What about you?”

“I’m good thanks! I’d prefer not to cum now … I want to remember your dick and cum!”

Sebastián was close to super perfect … I enjoy all my lovers and each one has a special trait I love … but this man has it in oodles!

He pulled me up and took my face between his hands and looked me in the eyes …

“This was the most fantastic sex I’ve ever had, despite the place and lack of time. I definitely want it again! Come here!”

He kissed me like a true lover does … it was soft, gentle, sensuous and lovingly. His tongue traced my lips, and when I opened my mouth, the tongue invaded my buccal cavity and I sucked it deep into my mouth.

I hugged this hung hunk to me and realised how fortunate I was to have had this exquisite experience.

Thank you George …

“Thank you Sebastián! This will be up there with the best experiences I’ve had. I’m happy and I’m taking a lot of you with me!” I kissed him again.

“The same! I want this again please! Thanks Anton!” He said and hugged me again.

“Please help me to get my pants up and the zipper closed! But please be careful not to get any of my cum on my clothes,” Sebastián said and started to pull his underpants up and over his dick. The monster filled the garment to capacity!

I did that and noticed what an enormous bulge his dick made on his left hip … like Dad!

I pulled up my pants and zipped them closed. My ass and tummy were both filled to capacity with this man’s cum and Raffa’s cum … yumm!

“I have to get stuff ready for breakfast and you need to get to your seat without the others noticing. Sleep well and thanks again.”

I kissed him again, got a hug and then I returned to my seat and he stepped into the galley. Luigi was lightly snoring and I looked at the others. All were fast asleep.

I settled in, pulled the blanket over my shoulders and I didn’t realise how tired I was. Soon after I sat down, and calmed down after the super session with Sebastián, I drifted off to sleep, my insides filled with enormous loads of cum.

What a way to end our fantastic 3-week long holiday in Europe …

The A350’s engines hummed as we flew towards Dubai in the night, leaving behind fantastic people and magnificent places in a fantastic country.

Torna a Sorrento e in Italia! (Come back to Sorrento and Italy!)

= To be continued =

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