My Twin Brother and I

As we bundled into our Kombis, I looked back at the entrance to see if I could see Raffaello, but he obviously went to get his wheels to drive to Sorrento.

What an exquisite and super sexy hung (I’ve only had a fleeting feel behind his jacket, but it’s a monster – yay!) man with so much finesse and style, and a guy with a super sense of humour and not a single bad bone in his tall 1,92m sexy hairy body. And with his enormous and beautiful hands and sexy kissable mouth, this man is a walking wet dream!

I sat down in the Kombi between the two tall hung hunks: Clive and Pierre. They each took one of my hands and pushed their bodies close to me. I was really ensconced between these two beautiful big hunks. I got a kiss from each of them on my cheeks. I turned my face to each in turn and got a proper lingering kiss on my mouth, even a tip of the tongues … What glorious lovers they are!

Giovanni joked and asked what it is I had against Italianos?

“Of course nothing, my most beautiful Street Cat! Have you forgotten how much I love you?”

Gio got down on his knees in front of me and put his face in my lap …

“And this hard thing in your pants? Is it because of these tall hung hunks on either side of you? I hope I could do something for you to release the tension to save your zipper …!”

I laughed at my beautiful stray cat I picked up on the Underground in London. What a magnificent man!

Gio got up and sat down in my lap vir a few seconds. My dick was still semi-hard after hugging and kissing Raffaello and of course Gio felt it when he sat on it. It made me rock hard in seconds.

“You are a super sexy manhunter! Guys, you should feel what’s going on in his pants! He’ll bend over for all of us tonight, including Raffaello, and I suspect that Ita has an anaconda in his pants! After Raffaello’s monster, would you still be interested in any of us?” Gio asked, getting up from my lap and went down on his knees in front of me again, pushing my legs to the sides, making a sad puppy face. He pushed the other two men aside, and pulled me into a hug of note, and kissed me like there was no tomorrow.

Ever since our first kiss after meeting him on the Underground, this man has proven his worth over and over: hung, sexy, tall and lover of note. His dick is not as big as my two hunky hung companions on either side, but at 29cm, it’s definitely ample. Yes, Pierre and Clive each sports a massive 33cm, but there is a softness (not his dick!) about this half-bred Italiano that made me fall in love with him at the drop of a hat. Alread on the Underground I knew this man would become an integral part of my life!

Pierre and Clive joined in the kissing and it quickly became a smooching of note with all three kissing me and kissing each other.

My heart made a few summersaults because I was a bit overwhelmed by this beautiful gesture of these three men. I put my hands on their crotches and of course they were all rock hard.

Luigi and Piero got up and joined in the smooching … fuck! How lucky could a gay bottom be!

“What the heck is going on there in the back? Starting without me? How do you expect me to keep my attention on the road? Sheez, boys! Save it for later when we could all join in! And I can’t afford to get hard here, as my dick isn’t small … he would interfere with my driving!” Armando said looking at us in the rearview mirror.

“Just a small hors d'oeuvre for what’s to come tonight! It’s our last night in Italy and I’m sure you and Giancarlo would love to have a bit of fun before we depart tomorrow night! So, we’re just getting warmed up! And after meeting Raffa today, I’m sure it’s going to be epic tonight! Are you also looking forward to it, even though Raffa seems to be in the league of you, Armando? I’m sure the two of them won’t be able to double you Antonio …?” Gio said, squeezing my throbbing dick.

Gio stood closer to me on his knees and I reached for his bulge: also rock hard and I could feel a wet spot developing already. This man precums like a fountain which is enough lube to fuck up a storm. To feel his very thick dick curving slightly downwards, that is so veiny, with the very big head and big piss-slit entering me, is on another level of sexual fantasy. Added to all of that, he shoots multiple huge loads, is a good kisser and one of the sexiest men I’ve ever met.

“Save some for me and Giancarlo!” Armando said. “I'm rock hard here! It’s not always good to have a big dick that pushes against the steering wheel!”

“Papà, ci divertiremo un sacco stasera! Ho visto il grosso rigonfiamento di Raffaello e penso che sia grosso come te! Ci divertiremo sicuramente tutti un mondo stasera a Sorrento, quando Raffaello si unirà a noi! (Papa, we’ll have lots of fun tonight! I saw Raffaello’s big bulge and I think he is a big as you! We will definitely all have lots of fun in Sorrento tonight when Raffaello joining us!)” Piero said and took my face between his exquisitely beautiful hands and kissed me like he has returned after a long absence.

“Scusa Giovanni, fratello mio! Posso spingere qui? Per favore, lasciami dare al nostro ragazzo un po' di vero amore italiano! (Sorry Giovanni my brother! Can I push in here? Please let me give our boy some real Italian love!)” Piero said and gently hugged Gio before returning to kiss me.

Piero hugged me to him. It took him a while to get used to the idea that he has to share me with the others, and the interaction with Gio just now proved he’s comfortable with the status quo. I kissed him back, put my hands behind his head and pulled his face towards me. What a spectacular man this boy will become! Not that I’m not still a boy too, but the future with Piero in it looks bright and promising.

And then Luigi gently pushed his nephew to one side. Clive took Piero on his arms and hugged and kissed him. Luigi put his forehead om mine, looked into my eyes with so much love and warmth, it made my heart skip a beat. Then he kissed me. I’ve never had a kiss from this super sexy intelligent man that wasn’t nice.

“Ti amo tantissimo, amore mio! Sei la cosa migliore che mi sia mai capitata, e ovviamente anche a tutti gli altri. Ti amiamo tutti e vorremmo darti tutto il DNA che possiamo e quanto tu desideri. Spero che Raffaello sia abbastanza grande per te e che non ti faccia male, perché stasera vogliamo tutti darti un po' d'amore e di latte maschile! (I love you so much my man! You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, and obviously to all the others too. We all love you and love to give you as much DNA as you we can and as much as you want. I hope Raffaello is big enough for you and that he won’t hurt you, as we all want to give you some love and man milk tonight!” Luigi said and kissed my eyes, my nose and my mouth.

Clive and Pierre joined Luigi, and Piero and Gio hovered around them all and the kissing and hugging between them all, and me, was something to behold.

“You’re a massive distraction, guys! I’m green with jealousy! Save some for me!” Armando said.

“Just keep your dick out of the way and hold on to the steering wheel!” Pierre said to Armando who glanced back at us.

“Easier said than done when I see what you’re up to! Remember it’s only 20 odd minutes. I’ve put the hotel’s name into Google and it says it’s only another 25 minutes to get there. And don’t forget, we’re entering highly built-up areas. So, tone it down a bit and let my monster go to sleep again – highly unlikely that he’ll calm down now, but have some consideration for poor me!” Armando said. He cranked up the music playing over the radio: beautiful Neapolitan music, for which this area is known for.

“Armando ha ragione. Vieni, sediamoci sul sedile posteriore e lasciamo che il mio amore si goda il momento tra questi due bellissimi uomini alti! Vieni, Piero e Giovanni, venite a sedervi con me! (Armando is right. Come, let’s sit on the back seat and let my love enjoy the time between these two beautiful tall men! Come, Piero and Giovanni – come sit with me!” Luigi said and moved to sit in the back seat of the Kombi.

“Ahh, now the two real hung hunks – yes we know you have a monster, Armando! – have some toned-down quality time with our boy!” Pierre said and kissed me on the cheek. I turned my face to him and kissed him on the mouth. Incredible to think even at school I wondered what it would be like to kiss him, and now that he is a part of my life, I can’t get enough of this man’s kisses. In fact, there is nothing about Pierre that I didn’t like and would ever get tired of: not his looks, his tallness, his massive and beautiful hands and feet, his hairy body and of course his immense 33cm dick. It is a masterpiece: It is very thick, veiny, has a very big head, it curves upwards, he produces enormous amounts of precum, and when he cums, he shoots multiple HUGE cumloads in quick succession. Thus, a tall wet dream on legs!

“Listen, you ugly horrible  bhoorkie! He’s not yours alone! You might think you're so special, but I fell in love with you only because you’ve cast a spell on me! There is nothing about you that I find remotely attractive or erotic …! But I lie! Fuck! I'm lying! Peertjies, I can’t fuck you – you’ll not survive my monster like Antonio does, but damn it! You’ve got it all in spades!” Clive said and ruffled Pierre’s hair, pulled him closer and kissed him.

Clive is in the same league as Pierre: only 1cm taller but the rest is virtually the same: He also has a 33cm, uncut, very thick, and veiny dick. It has a VERY big head, curving to his left, it has a big piss-slit, he produces an enormous amount of precum, and also shoots huge multiple loads.

And both are sexy and attractive as fuck! Very little to choose, and fortunately I don’t have to choose: they both love me and I love them, their personas, their bodies, their monster dicks, the precum, the fucking and the huge cum loads they pump into me. I thought I’d like to have them cum in my mouth from time to time. Their cum tastes divine and it's a lot!

They each put one arm around my back, hugged me close to them, their heads pushed against mine, and their other hands each held one of my hands. At times they pulled my hands into their laps to feel their throbbing monsters trapped behind the zippers … And in both cases I could feel the ample precum making their crotches wet.

I just fell in love deeper with them every day, and being ensconced between them like this, was almost as good as getting fucked. And, to feel them both inside me is one of the best experiences imaginable. When I see their monster dicks, I just can’t believe I can handle one, let alone both!

I was sure our last night in Italy was going to one to remember with lots of fireworks, and 100 ml of pure thick white cum being pumped into me. I hope one would cum in my mouth too … hmmm!

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When we approached Sorrento from the north we saw the most beautiful vistas … I finally understood why this part of Italy and the Amalfi Coast are considered to be gems to visit.

We drove past Vico Equense … the cliffs, Vesuvius in the distance and the views were incredible. Armando made a quick stop in order for us to take some proper photos of the scenes … Giancarlo’s Kombi stopped behind us and André rushed to my side to overlook the view in front of us. He had his arm around my neck and I had mine around his waist.

“Baby bro, is this not spectacular? Have you ever imagined something as beautiful as this? How I wish Dad and Mom were here to see this too. When they’re coming with us in May, I know they will also fall in love with this … I’m so emotional to think on our very last night here, we can enjoy such beautiful views. Incredible!”

“Yes André! I have tears in my eyes to see this … I’ve fallen hook, line and sinker in love with this country. We have to come visit every year! I hope our modelling will make us enough money to do it … And I believe tomorrow visiting Capri is going to be even better, and then to see some of the Amalfi Coast … It’s such a privilege to enjoy this with you, Luigi and the others. It adds so much more to this experience! Let’s join the others but first a selfie of the two of us,” I said and we hugged each other.

We turned around to have the cliffs and Vesuvius in the background and took a few pictures. Johann approached us and told us we’ve chosen the best spot. He took our iPhones and took more pictures, also using his own big camera.

The whole lot came for a group photo and some of different smaller groups. The big family was a happy lot of young sexy and virile hunks.

I got a bit teary when all of us stood there hugging each other, arms around waists and necks. We were all in a good mood and it felt super to be a part of such an illustrious group of men.

A few passers-by gawked at us, and some of them even took pictures of us!

“Let’s go guys! We’re making one more quick stop at Montechiaro around the corner and then straight to our hotel: Coltur Suites. The views at both places are also spectacular. We don’t have too much time. We still have to book in and shower before we could go meet Raffaello at Chantecler's Trattoria,” Armando cracked the whip. We got back in the Kombis and drove off, and passing through Seiano, the road took us close to the cliffs overlooking the sea beneath Montechiaro …

“Here we have one of the gems of Italy’s west coast: just look at the vistas. Look in the distance … there is Capri! It’s about 14km and we’ll take a hydrofoil boat tomorrow. A hydrofoil ride between Sorrento and Capri takes between 20 to 30 minutes, making it the quickest and most direct way to travel between the mainland and the island,” Giancarlo said.

Luigi came to stand with me, hugged me to him and Piero came to stand on my other side. What an enormous honour to have these two men with me. But then the whole lot of us repeated what we’ve done at Vico Equense. Just about everything one sees, wherever one looks, there is beauty and a breathtakingly view of the cliffs, the buildings, the sea … and the company we have are of the most attractive guys in the world.

“I'm in heaven here. Boikie, thanks for becoming our beautiful mascot of London! It feels right that I have you here with me. Thanks Clive. Your Boertjie is more than happy to have you here next to him, and with our Ant and the rest,” Pierre said and pulled Clive into a hug of note. And then he kissed Clive so gently, and hugged him tightly to his body. His one hand was behind Clive’s head and Clive had his arms around Pierre’s chest. “I love you, Street Cat from London!”

Clive hugged Pierre tighter and said: “Yes, I love you too my most beautiful Bhoorkie! Looking at all of this makes so much more sense with you next to me, and of course our Ant … Come here Ant!”

I walked to Pierre and Clive and was sandwiched between them. I was hugged and kissed with so much love. Gio joined us and we took photos of the fantastic view and of us.

“Guys, tomorrow you’ll see a little more of Sorrento before we leave on a hydrofoil to Capri. Come, let’s get to our hotel. It’s about 5 or 10 minutes and then to the restaurant. I’m very hungry, and you?” Armando called us to get going.

“My stomach thinks my oesophagus was severed! I’m famished! The pizza we had for lunch was burnt to a cinder by the time we saw Priapus! I don’t think all the huge anacondas here feels differently. I hope that restaurant has enough food!” Johann said, supported by many ‘Ja! Ja!’ from André.

We took one more look at the view and with the sun sinking to the horizon, it would be dark soon. We got into our Kombis and drove off. The drive was slow over the narrow streets, with lots of “Look!” and “Wow!” as we encountered one scene more beautiful than the previous.

We arrived at the hotel after about 7 minutes. The Coltur Suites is so stylish and it has a beautiful view over the bay from the hotel, with Capri visible in the distance.

However, there is no parking right by the hotel, so the Kombis will be parked in a nearby paid parking lot down the street, the Ulysse Parking. Armando and Giancarlo stopped at the hotel entrance to offload our luggage. Seeing that it is all our luggage we’ll take on the plane the next day, we had quite a number of suitcases, and it saved us to carry or pull the wheeled luggage all the way from the parking.

“Well, here we are after a long day on the road, two great visits which I hope you have enjoyed! Will you please help the guys in Giancarlo’s Kombi to get the rest of the luggage out? Piero, io e zio Giancarlo andiamo a parcheggiare le nostre Kombi. Per favore accompagna i nostri ospiti e sistema la prenotazione fatta dalla mamma. Per favore sistemate le nostre stanze e le chiavi. Grazie mille figlio mio! (Piero, uncle Giancarlo and I are going to park our Kombis. Please accompany our guests and sort out the booking Mom has made. Please sort out our rooms and keys. Thanks a lot my son!)” Armando said as he got back into the Kombi to go park the vehicle.

The poor man and his brother-in-law must be tired after driving all the way from Roma to Tivoli and Pompeii, and now Sorrento. Never any complaint from them.

We were standing outside in the cold night air with our luggage. The sun has already set and there was a cold bite in the air. From where we were standing in front of the entrance to the hotel, we couldn’t see much, as we were at the back of the hotel with the sea on the other side of the hotel. I was dying to see the view before it gets too dark.

Before we moved our stuff offloaded from our Kombis inside the hotel, there was bound to be some horsing around.

“So, how were things in the monastery on wheels?” Johann enquired, putting his shoulder bag over his arm. “As can be expected: no laughs, no jokes and no loving? So, missed us much? Here we are for your benefit and to be admired and treated like the royalty that we are!” Johann at his best. How I love my sexy moustached Rubber Man!

“Yes, we’re sure you’re so tired to sit and just listen to the radio and talking about recipes and knitting patterns …!” André supported his partner-in-crime, Johann, putting his suitcase on its wheels.

Pierre was quick to defend the occupants of the ‘Kombi of love’: “Just listen to this baloney! Yes, you retard! We were crying all the way from Pompeii … Can't you tell by how red our eyes are? Listen Rubber Man, we do not need recipes, only when we want to impress our mothers-in-law or when we try to be as prissy as you are! Knitting patterns are not for us! We’re specialising in expressing our love, the best positions and lube types!” Pierre put them in their place.

“Now, listen to that tall ugly wannabe with a firehose for a dick! We could teach you a thing or two about love! Just ask Ant! Ant, are Clive and I, and the Italianos bad lovers? Are our dicks as small as their weenies?” Pierre retorted, swinging his shoulder bag towards Johann who deftly side-stepped it and pulled his suitcase towards the entrance of the Coltur Suites.

Johann turned around facing Pierre, put his luggage on the paving and jokingly grabbed his jacket in front of his chest, waving his finger under Pierre’s nose and said with a voice like a sergeant major, and a lot of giggling: “Luister, my ou! Jy soek nou moeilikheid met die verkeerde man! As ek en Clive, en Anton – ja moenie dink hy is lief vir julle nie: julle is niks! – klaar is met julle, sal julle soos baba’s huil! (Listen, my chap! You’re looking for trouble with the wrong man! When Clive and I, and Anton – yes, don’t think he loves you: you’re nothing! – have done with you, you’ll cry like babies!)”

The ones speaking Afrikaans were laughing so loud, as Johann is the least aggressive guy we know, and when Pierre grabbed him in his arms, hugged and kissed him, Johann was as silent as a dormouse! Giggling, of course, but absolutely no bravado, not that it was real.

“OK you horribly filthy stinking sweaty lot, get your stuff so I can get in the hotel. I’m dying to get into a shower. Any takers? Any brave volunteers? Who will wash my back please? Come, we don’t have time to have a meeting! And I’m cold! Get your stuff and let’s go! Don’t trample each other to death at the entrance – Italy is a civilised country!” Giancarlo …?! Where did that come from?

“It’s a pity we can't see anything from here …” Pierre started to say, walking behind Johann who had his luggage in his hands and was walking into the hotel. “I’d love to see the view from here, but I’m sure your small dick will freeze off in the cold, eh, Rubber Man?” Pierre joked and we all walked towards the hotel’s entrance.

“Fuuccckkkk me …! Guys, come and have a look at this … Sheez!” Johann said and urged us on to enter the foyer.

We grabbed our stuff and walked into the hotel.

Piero was busy with the final room arrangements at reception when we entered.

“Just look at this!” Johann has left his luggage on the floor right in the foyer and was standing at the window overlooking the sea. The hotel foyer wasn’t a glass and marble affair, but it was beautiful with an impressive chandelier and a ceiling that looked like fine wood.

We all left our luggage with Johann’s luggage and joined him at the window.

The view was spectacular, even in this low light. The buildings, the harbour with the lights that were on already, the colour of the western sky with the cliffs and the lights far away on Capri … Fuck! It was beautiful.

I felt André putting his arm around my neck and hugging me close to him. Luigi was on my other side, with Pierre, Clive and Gio behind me. We stood very close to the window and the sounds coming from our mouths were of astonishment, of appreciation and of enjoyment to see such beauty.

“Are you impressed? Yes, it’s beautiful and when we are in Sorrento, which is not often as my university is … was! … in Roma, we enjoy our stay in this magnificent city. As Nonna has the property in Amalfi, we only stay in Sorrento one or two nights at a time,” Piero said, handing out our room key cards, each one stylishly placed in a mini folder with our names on the front.

“Why don’t you have a shop here selling your stuff?” Pierre asked. “My dad would just love to live here and have his shop in this city!”

“We do not own shops here, but outlets order from us and representatives send us the orders. Most of our business contacts are largely in the northern parts of Italy, on the western coast, especially in Cinque Terre, all cities in Tuscany, in Roma and of course here on the Amalfi Coast. Marketing is done on line and with a representative staying in Naples, visiting reputable shops.”

Just then Armando and Giancarlo came in through the front door and joined us at the window.

“All the luggage together there at the entrance? OK. Enjoy the view, but from your suites, you’ll have even better views. I know Gabriella booked 4 suites, each with two double beds. Who stays with whom? Well, for tonight each couple does not get their own suite. The sleeping arrangements are as follows, and you’ll see it on your key card holders: Giancarlo and I together with two single beds. Yes, André, my wife made the bookings!” Armando said, and Pierre ruffled André’s hair … again! Retaliation was swift and imminent, but André’s wrath was short-lived.

“André, then it’s you and Juan on your own in the second bedroom. Perhaps, just perhaps – fingers crossed! – Juan finds the “OFF” switch we’re all looking for desperately!” André said something that was drowned in the commentary and laughs! “Next it’s Luigi and Anton with Pierre and Clive in the third bedroom, and lastly, but not least of all, it’s Giovanni and Piero, with Gunther and Johann in the fourth bedroom.”

“Wow, Armando! The d’Antonios and Morettis have outdone themselves!” Pierre said and gave Armando a massive hug.

“Take it easy, big boy! We’re in public and I'm a married man …!”

“Yeah right! We saw your capabilities in Rome … married man, my ass!” Pierre said and put his arm around Clive’s waist.

“OK boys and guys and men – all of you! Come, get your luggage and let’s get to our suites, organise our luggage, get showered and ready so we can meet Raffaello at Chantecler's Trattoria at 19 – it's 7 o’clock, André!”

“Yes Boss! I know that by now! I am an engineering student … oh, the pain! I’m calling Dad!” André would not give in that easily! Finding the “OFF” switch? Highly unlikely!

“Let’s get to our rooms. I’m dying to get into the shower and put clean clothes on. Remember to wash behind your ears, Rubber Man and my Peertjies! And get some good toilet cleaner to wash out your mouth André! We’re going to a stylish place for civilized people!” Clive of all people piped up!

“What’s this? Is it the final evening to bad-mouth André and make him feel like the rubbish that you are, Pommie? And you, Mr Monster Dick Papà! Dad will give you vinegar when you come to visit us on our farm where CIVILIZED people live! Did you hear that, Baby bro? One would swear I have no style or inner feelings! I’m so hurt and disappointed and disillusioned and …” André ranted on before Armando stopped him.

“Yes, yes – we get it, Cry Baby!” He took André in his arms and hugged him.

“Are you carrying rocks you stole from Pompeii in your pants? What’s so hard in there? Armando! No! You’re a married man …! I’m shocked!” André at his best.

It’s obvious Armando had a hard-on and André wouldn’t let such an opportunity slip through his fingers without him using it.

Where did Dad and Mom get you, my beautiful mirror-image brother?

“I AM a married man, you foul-mouthed wound-up robot! And don’t take the Kombi’s keys in my pants as something else, which I can feel in YOUR pants just now! Aha! Caught you out, young man! Come on guys, just get your stuff and wash that mouth clean! Juan, please ask the receptionist what they have to sort out this Loud Mouth!”

“You’re a heartless Italiano Papà! You're only hung, and good for nothing else! Shame on you!” André said, pretending to be hurt, but we were all laughing so loud, the receptionist just shook his head as we walked past him to the lifts.

“OK, it’s enough my love! Let it be and let’s go. I’m dying to see the view from our very own room! Come here!” Juan brought André back to earth and led him to the luggage to get to the lifts.

All of us couldn’t fit into one lift with all our baggage, so half of us went up to the second floor in one lift, and the others in the second lift. Of course the horsing around – how else? – continued in our lift. I just heard André shrieking in the other lift. I wondered what transpired between him and the others.

In ‘our’ lift, my insanely tall and beautiful Luigi took charge for a change, but the tall Piero didn’t budge. He squeezed in tightly behind me pushing his insanely big bulge in my crack. Luigi was holding me in his arms, pushing his insanely big bulge on my rock-hard dick. He took me in his arms, looked deep into my eyes and the loving brown eyes had a sparkle in them like only he could do it, and warm my heart while he pushed his forehead down onto mine. The love this man has for me is pure and palpable … And, what’s not to like or love? He is way beyond super sexy. Add to that, his soft demeanour, his intelligence and attractiveness, it's a small wonder Dad, and even Mom, love him to bits.

Piero’s face was next to mine with his chin on my shoulder, his arms around my waist. Luigi turned his head slightly and kissed Piero, who groaned at this unexpected small pleasure from his uncle.

“Zio Luigi, capisco perché il mio ragazzo ti apprezza tanto! I tuoi baci sono così buoni! Grazie mille! (Uncle Luigi, I understand why my boyfriend loves you so much! Your kisses are so good! Thank you very much!)” Piero said and touched Luigi’s face lovingly.

“Hey, you two Itas, there is a Pommie and a Boertjie here too! Not to mention our half-bred Ita. You can’t just … push us to one side! You'll pay dearly, let me tell you! We have our ways and means which is our secret. You won’t know what has hit you, but you’ll be sorry!” Pierre ranted on and he and Clive dragged Gio closer and pushed in on my sides. I was now literally surrounded by tall hung hunks! The night was going to be awesome, and added to it all, the fact that Raffaello will join us, guarantees a night of debauchery and lots of loving and fucking and hundreds (?) of millilitres of dreamy gooey thick white cum pumped into me, either end.

I was thinking of Raffaello’s monster dick I felt fleetingly when we said goodbye at Pompeii, and wondered if I’d be able to handle it together with one of the other super-hung guys.

Little did I know what I was going to give Armando as a goodbye “present” …

The three others were standing close and when I put my hands on their crotches, they were all rock-hard. In fact, Pierre has unzipped his pants and I felt his hard wet cock in my hand when I put my hand out. Fuck! What a man, what a dick! Clive was the gentleman of gentlemen, and just kissed me, hugging me from the side. Feeling his monster dick was enough to make my heart jump and a gasp escaped my mouth.

“You’re not getting scared now, are you? You know my Bhoorkie and the half-bred Ita will never hurt you on purpose! What we have in mind, is going to blow your mind away and you’re going to cum like the Niagara Falls!” Clive said and took my face between his hands and kissed me like he has never kissed me before. Fuck!

“Yes, Ant – we have a few tricks up our sleeves for you tonight. We’ll make your last night in Italy a night to remember. You’ll forever remember this night and think back fondly. And once back in South Africa, you’ll be treated to the same as often as you can and want … You should know, despite the two Italianos in front and behind you, Peertjies, the Pommie and I love you like none other here or in the other lift. Our love is not just because you can handle our big guns, but you as the man that you are, have captured our hearts and we love you unconditionally. Yes, you will marry this tall Italiano wet dream on legs, but we’re going nowhere anytime soon. We’re here for the long-haul!” Gio said and pushed his face past Clive’s head and kissed me. His big tongue darted into my mouth and my knees buckled. Just these 5 men will fuck me big time and fill me up, and I know I’d never get enough of them!

“Yes, Ant – tonight we’re going to make love to you like you’ve never experienced before. The nights in Firenze and Roma will fade into insignificance after tonight! Guaranteed!” Pierre said and kissed me again.

Wow … I was sopping wet and overwhelmed by all of this hot sexually charged love …

“I love you all – of course my Luigi takes number ONE, but I honestly love you all and no love or sex you want, would ever be too much! Thanks, and I’m looking forward to these threats and promises!” I said, touching Pierre’s face lovingly.

“For Peertjies’ sake, I’m saying this in English. You owe me, Peertjies! Don’t forget about the real men in your life, Antonio: the Italians! OK? And that they all have dicks way bigger than anybody else, and shoot enough cum to impregnate a college hostel!” Piero said and pushed his huge hard-on into my crack.

“OK, OK! Houston has received your message loud and clear! Just know your place in the pecking order, you super hung Ita that shoots cumloads out of you as if you have a firehose! We’re older, more attractive and we have won the prime rooms in Ant’s heart!” Pierre retorted.

The lift dinged and stopped with a sudden jolt. We’ve arrived on the second floor.

“Now, be civilized and let go of our man!” Clive said and stepped out into the space in front of the lifts. Stylish and beautiful decorations, even in the passage and landing.

The other lift stopped and the giggling emanating from within was infectious.

“I’m telling you, I’ll suck you … oh, we’re here! Hold that thought! Let’s get out of here before my big sharp knife turns you into a eunuch!” André said as he stepped out, dragging his suitcase onto the landing. “Let’s go see the view!”

We used our key cards and all entered Armando’s and Giancarlo’s room. The curtains were still open and as we approached the windows, we all gasped. We didn’t fully notice the beauty of the room, but we were astonished by the view of Sorrento and the bay …

“My fuck! Baby bro, where are you? Come here! Look at that! We’re coming back here with the parents! Just look at that!” André gasped. I looked at the splendid view and when Luigi’s hand took mine, I squeezed it and leaned towards him.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Luigi said and I put my head against his shoulder.

“Exquisitely so!” I murmured.

“Listen guys, it’s now 18:15. Let’s get ready for dinner and we’ll have drinks there. First I need a shower – urgently! Antonio, want to join Giancarlo and me … hmmm?” Armando joked. But, I knew he’d do it if we had time!

We all took our own luggage and went down the passage to our own rooms. The views were identical, so we had a quick glance and then we strategized the showering. We decided that all four of us could fit in the shower, so Pierre, Clive, Luigi and I just got our toiletries and the clothes for the evening from our bags and got into the bathroom.

André and I haven’t decided on clothes yet, but after the shower we could quickly determine what we want to wear.

Piero arrived at our room with his toilet bag and said without asking that he’s showering with us. I think he suspected some action and wanted in. We didn’t have the heart to say ‘no’ to him.

“The others can do without me for one shower! I’m sure they’ll survive somehow!” Piero announced smiling, and waited for us to get into the bathroom. I looked at the determined hung hunk, and loved him just a bit more. He was so sure of himself, and he just knew he’ll get away with it! Damn beautiful and what a sexy young man!

The group in our room – Pierre, Clive, Luigi and I, and now Piero too – all entered the shower with dicks in various stages of arousal … Even after a very long day, a long time in the Kombis from Roma via Tivoli, sex in our Kombi on the A1 to Napoli, then Pompeii, meeting the super sexy hunky and obviously hung Raffaello, we were tired. However, being the young and fit men that we are, there is nothing wrong with our libido – not yet …!

There has been so much that has happened, so much love between all of us, and now it would seem like Raffaello was also being roped in. We were in high spirits.

In the shower all four of my beautiful hung lovers were affectionate; the others in the other rooms were not forgotten, but due to time constraints, there was no time for hanky panky with everybody – not now! Later, after the dinner with Raffaello and when we were back here, it would be a completely different ballgame. It didn’t stop my guys to hug and kiss me, but also each other and when I took Pierre’s and Clive’s monster cocks in my hands, one in each hand, I was still overwhelmed by the sheer size of their dicks.

I looked at these big dicks in my hands and just the appearance of them is enough to make one throw cause in the wind! They were beautiful, big and uncut.

Luigi’s and Piero’s dicks were slightly smaller, but equally beautiful.

I played with all four of them and before long, they were all slimy with precum.

Luigi took me in his arms and said the words that would change our lives forever, although we didn’t know it yet: “We all know Raffaello is going to fuck you tonight. He told me as we were saying goodbye at Pompeii, that his dick is massively big. It’s also as long as Armando’s – a whole 35cm – but he said it’s extremely thick with a very big head. He actually asked me if I’d be OK with it if he fucked you. I said ‘yes’, and I’m sure you’d be OK with it. However, I don’t want you to get hurt. So, I think all four of us should fuck you right now so your hole is stretched and ready for Raffaello’s monster later tonight. Would you guys be OK with that? And you, Antonio?”

“It’s up to Ant, right guys?” Pierre said and kissed me leaning over Luigi’s shoulder. “What do you say, Ant? Right here in the shower, if you’re ready?”

“If Raffaello has such a huge dick – I just saw the big bulge and felt it when he said goodbye – and he asked if he could fuck me, I think it might be a good idea if you fucked me in preparation for the onslaught later on. I know it would not be easy, but I’d love Raffaello to fuck me, and all of you guys too. It might not be possible, as Raffaello’s dick seems to be enormous, but I’m willing to try a double too. So yes, I’m available if you guys want to fuck me now,” I said.

Clive and Piero grabbed me and kissed me, pushing their big dicks against my legs and butt.

“Seeing that my dick is the smallest here, let me fuck you first, Antonio. I’ll shoot two loads and then you’d be lubed up real good. Then Piero with his thicker dick and his massive cumloads could stretch you more and give some more natural lube. Afterwards, it’s between Pierre and Clive to decide who would be next. Let’s open our boy nicely for that super sexy Italiano with his huge salami. I suspect he will be producing lots of precum and might also be hyperspermic,” Luigi said and took me in his arms. “Guys, without hurting our boy, we need to do this as quickly as possible before André and his gang come here, and we have to be ready soon to go to the restaurant.

“I'm all for it. Thanks guys!” I said and kissed Luigi like he deserved to be kissed as my husband-to-be. His tongue tasted so good and feeling his big slimy dick against my tummy felt just right.

Little did I know what Raffaello was really interested in … I was to get the surprise of my life later on! I just knew tonight was going to be super special … I just knew it! Little did I know just how special and memorable it was going to be!

Luigi’s big dick was rock hard and pushed on my bellybutton and I felt the precum on my tummy, as I was standing with my back to the shower head, opened slightly to release a slow and reduced spray.

My man’s talented tongue in my mouth tasted so good.

Piero was behind me and had his body tight against my back shielding the water away from my hole. His big slimy dick was between my legs, pushing my balls up.

I took Pierre’s and Clive’s monster dicks in my hands and I was already floating on Cloud Nine!

This night was starting off on a high and big and soppy wet note with lots of dick and cum!

Luigi and Piero changed places, and no sooner was Luigi behind me, when he started to push his incredibly big and beautiful dick into me … slowly, but without delay or hesitation. We didn’t have too much time. It was going to be a fucking, yes to enjoy, but it would serve a purpose to ensure I was ready for the shenanigans later on.

Luigi’s thick veiny and beautiful 29cm dick slipped over my prostate and some cum poured out of my dick. I was determined not to cum while my guys fucked me. I wanted to save it for later with them and Raffaello ...

That was the plan …

When Luigi’s dick head passed through my inner sphincter, I gasped. Just every time this man fucked me, and pushed through my sphincter into my colon, it was an experience to behold.

“Still OK, mio caro? You know I never do this, but I’m going to just fuck you and cum – OK? Just one round now …”

“Yes, please! I want you all to fuck me, so it’s OK. Grazie mille, mio caro!” I said and pushed back to get all of his dick inside me. Luigi made his dick twitch in me and I gasped and groaned.

I lowered my torso and took Piero’s thick 30cm dick in my mouth. It was super wet and very hard. This youngster had a stamina like few others, and his hyperspermia was legendary. To see the ropes and ropes of thick cum pouring out of his piss slit was something to behold, and to feel him cumming inside me, was memorable.

Soon Luigi’s breath became deeper and faster. “I’m about to shoot my first load. Only two now, OK?”

“Hmmm-hmmm!” I moaned with Piero’s dick in my mouth.

Felt Luigi’s dick swell and then he pushed in as deep as he could and held still. I felt the pulsating dick in me spewing a huge load into my colon.

Luigi held still while his dick pumped its signature load into me. He clung to my body with his head on the back of my neck.

“Ti amo tantissimo, tesoro mio! (I love you so very much, my darling!)” Luigi said and made the most delightful small sounds when I clamped my hole around his dick and didn’t ease off, until I couldn’t clamp my ass muscles anymore.

“Keep that up and I’ll cum again … right this second!”

I eased on the clamping and felt the pulsations ease off too. He started to pull his dick from me and as he did so, I let go of Piero’s big dick in my mouth and he moved towards my ass to take Luigi’s place.

Pierre and Clive moved to be in front of me, took my head and both kissed me. First one at a time and then both. How I loved these two beautiful monster dick men!

Luigi stood next to me with his arm draped over my back. I took his big dick, still hard, in my hand and felt the cum still oozing out.

Piero’s big thick dick was sliding into me on top of Luigi’s huge load. His dick is considerably thicker than Luigi’s, and I could feel it. But I loved feeling Piero inside me. He has told me many times that to fuck me was his dream come true. Not many guys his age are willing to bend for a dick his size.

Soon the massive head of his big thick dick pushed through my inner sphincter and I gasped into the monster duo’s mouths. Both their huge dicks were rock hard and sopping wet, despite the small stream of warm water coming out of the showerhead.

I bent down to take Clive’s monster cock into my mouth … Piero pushed his big dick balls-deep into me.

“Cazzo! È una sensazione fantastica essere dentro di te! Mi fai venire una voglia matta! (Fuck! This feels so good to be inside you! You make me so horny!”) Piero gasped as his big dick head pushed the last 10cm deep into my colon. I felt the big head stretching me big time.

“Sento il tuo sperma dentro il nostro uomo, Luigi! Aggiungerò anch'io una bella dose! (I can feel your cum inside our man, Luigi! I’m going to add a big load too!)” Piero gasped and then he started to fuck me. His big dick head slipped back through my inner sphincter and back into my colon … it drove both of us mad with desire. I loved to feel him so deep inside me.

In less than 2 minutes he started to groan and moan as he was approaching his first orgasm to shoot his big cum shot into me. This horny young man was never going to cum only once! He started to shoot his first massive load into me and continued to fuck me to get the next load ready for injection. Within about 30 seconds he shot his second load deep into me. He clung to me and pushed his big dick even deeper into me. I groaned with delight to feel him inside me, pulsating while he pumped his essence into me.

By now Clive and Luigi stood in front of me and were kissing me fondly.

I turned my head to my left where Piero’s face was next to my face and he kissed me deeply. “Ti amo mio caro!”

“OK, you two Itas! I’ve had enough of the lots of Italian, and fucking our man! It’s our turn now. Get out Piero, please? We don’t have time and I’m bursting with the pure cum my darling would like to have inside him, right Ant?” Pierre was as horny as a yard dog and wanted to impregnate me right on the spot.

“Yes, OK! Just give me a chance to finish giving him my super prime man juice before you inject him with your small watery cumload!” Piero was saying as he started to pull out.

“Small? Watery? You think that? I think I’ll shoot my second load into your mouth and then you tell me if it’s small and watery!” Pierre said and started to move in behind me.

“Deal! I'd love to suck you and taste your cum!” Piero said and kissed Pierre, and stood next to Pierre taking his place to push into me.

As soon as Piero vacated my ass, Pierre stood squarely behind me. I felt his very thick dick and massive head against my ass. Some of the two Italianos’ big cumloads leaked out, paving the way for Pierre’s massive horse cock to pierce my asshole. As always, he pushed in slowly as he knows how big his dick is and he’s the last one who would ever want to hurt me.

“I have to tell you it’s very impressive and erotic to see your big dick entering Antonio’s ass! Hmmm!” Piero said and I felt him leaning down and licking Pierre’s dick as he was entering me.

“Yes, suck me before I push in, Piero! Fuck! Ita, you know how to suck! Hmmm! But let me fuck our boy first!” Pierre said. He pulled out completely and when he felt Piero’s lips on his dick, as it entered his mouth, Pierre swore again.

“Fuck! Ita, it feels good!”

Then I felt him lining his monster dick on my ass again and he pushed in, using the cum from my ass and Piero’s saliva to enter me.

“Hmmmm!” both of them groaned. Piero had his mouth on the side of Pierre’s dick entering me and added his saliva to the monster shaft.

“I could fuck our boy every day with you doing this, Piero!” Pierre enthused and his dick slid into me. “Hmmmm! Your mouth feels fantastic, Piero!”

Soon I could feel Pierre’s monster dick scraping over my prostate and it pushed more cum out of me. When the massive upwards curving dick approached my inner sphincter, it was delayed due to its enormous proportions. He held still and soon the muscle relaxed and he pierced my sphincter, and the huge head pushed 13cm deep into my colon. I was on Cloud Nine. Every time Pierre pushed this massive dick into me, I felt like it was the first time he fucked me, and every time it felt incredibly nice.

“Due to circumstances beyond my control or desire, I'm about to give you my first load, Ant! OK? Are you ready for my second load, Piero?” Pierre said and slowly fucked me.

“Now? Do you want me to taste it now?” Piero asked.

“Yes, Ita! Now! I'm about to shoot my first load into Ant, and when I pull out, I want to put my dick in your mouth …! Ahhh! Ant, if you’re continuing massaging my dick … ahhhh! Fuck! If you continue … ahhhhhhhhhh! … I’m going to shoot my load right now! Fucking you remains the best part of my 20 years on this planed! Hmmmmphhhh! Fuck! Oh fuck! I’m cumming, Ant! Here it comes!”

Pierre was in overdrive and I could feel his huge 33cm dick with its enormous head, swelling to monstrous proportions deep in my colon. “Here … it … comes! Ant, fuck! You’re killing me!” Pierre groaned as he shot his enormous load deep into me. He shuddered and clung to me, holding me so tight against his hairy chest, his arms wrapped around my body, I could die of love and desire. I felt so safe in his arms and his huge fat dick deep inside my ass, giving me a huge load of his life juices!

Clive kissed me and once again, and once more, he made me aware of his skills as a superb and sexy hung man. Ahhh! He is such a good kisser and I was looking forward for him to take Pierre’s place.

“Yes, it’s obvious my darling knows how to fuck you! And I’ll prove to you his loving partner is no slouch in that department either!” Clive enthused and kissed me again.

Pierre started to pull out slowly. As the huge head slipped through the inner sphincter, I groaned and he pushed his monster back into my colon – balls-deep! Fuck! This could go on for an hour, if only we had time!

“I’m not going to cum again. Piero gets the next load this time. Pommie, are you ready Red Neck? I’m pulling out now. We don’t have much time to get ready for dinner.”

Pierre was slowly pulling out for real this time. I felt so empty when his massive dick slipped out of me, but he pushed back into me immediately again. “Oh fuck! No! I’m going to cum again!” He pushed his huge dick head deeper and through the inner sphincter. He pushed all of his monster back into my colon. “Ahhhh! Here is another load, my darling! Fuck! You’re driving me so mad with desire, and loving you is just the best ever! Piero, I’ll still give you a load! Just let me finish pumping this load into our darling.”

Pierre’s dick was still pulsating a few times when he started to pull back. Then Pierre pulled out completely and without waiting or any pretence, he turned to Piero who was waiting on his knees to take Pierre’s monster dick into his mouth.

Clive was behind me now, lining up his monster 33cm dick to enter my ass. Luigi was holding me in his arms, kissing me, kissing my nose, stroking my hair, hugging me to his hairy body.

The last load Pierre shot into me was leaking out and Clive pushed in on this stream of cum – the best natural lube ever! I groaned when his massive dick – almost identical to Pierre’s monster – stretched my ass to get in, and I was in heaven again. Getting fucked by all these men in the shower with me, remains an incredible pleasure and an experience to enjoy and remember.

I heard Piero groaning with pleasure as Pierre’s big dick slipped into his mouth. The shower was still running at a low rate, so Pierre could rinse his dick to some extent. Piero was loving the big dick in his mouth. He was making murmuring sounds with Pierre’s dick on his tongue.

I heard a smacking sound as Piero pulled Pierre’s dick from his mouth. It was obviously a super experience for Piero, and he said: “Hai un cazzo incredibilmente grande e bellissimo! È un vero piacere averlo in bocca e succhiarlo! (You have the most amazingly big and beautiful dick! It’s such a pleasure to have it in my mouth and suck it!)”

“What the fuck you said, is beyond me, but I’m sure it is something good, as it feels nice to have my dick in your talented mouth, young beautiful hung Ita!” Pierre said. He groaned as I’m sure his big dick disappeared into Piero’ mouth again.

Clive’s massive dick was now knocking on my inner sphincter door … and with the third push, the sphincter relaxed enough to let the huge head slip into my colon.

“You OK, Ant? Can I push in all the way now?”

I broke the kiss with Luigi and said: “Yes, please – push in and fuck me. And cum as soon as you can so we could shower and get ready!”

“Yes, Clive – please rush it a bit. The Fledermaus Gang led by the Moustache Wonder and his Motor Mouth side-kick could be here any minute!” Pierre urged his lover on. “Piero, you’re a damn good cock sucker! Wow! I’ll cum just now … the way you suck me … ahhh! … and your tongue is doing wonderful things to my dick head … WOW! Yes please! Ahhhh! Are you ready? I think I'm on the verge of cumming … yessss! Fuck! Here it comes! Do you want to taste the Bhoorkie’s cum? It’s not as much as yours, but it will be more than a mouthful!”

Piero only groaned his appreciation and it was clear he was enjoying to suck Pierre’s massive dick. Piero was in for a surprise regarding the volume of Pierre’s tasty cum he was about to shoot into Piero’s mouth!

Pierre took Piero’s head between his hands and started to growl … “Ita, are you readddyyyy? I'm about to shoot … oh fuck! You suck my big dick like a pro … aaahhhh! I'm going to cummmm …!”

“Hmmmmm!” Piero agreed, making slurping sounds with Pierre’s monster cock buried deep in his mouth.

“I'm cumming … Piero, get readddyyyy …! Ahhhh! Oh fuck yes! Yes! Yes! Here it comesss!” Pierre said loudly and groaned. He was silent for 7 seconds and the let out a breath and he made small noises and groaned. ”Fuck Ita, that was great! Please stop now … your tongue is doing fantastic things, but my cock is sensitive … Ahhh! Fuck man! That was incredible, Mr Hoover!”

Piero made more slurping sounds and Pierre groaned. “Stop now, please Piero!”

“Seems like you enjoyed that!” Clive said.

Piero answered as if the question was aimed at him: “It was magnificent! And no, it's definitely not watery or a little! And it tasted better than caviar!”

”We don’t eat caviar, but I’ll take that as a compliment and that you liked it?”

“Definitely! Pierre, you could do that again, please?”

“Remember Ant and my darling Pommie get preference, but I'm sure we’ll find you a spot on my calendar!” Pierre joked. “Come here you Ita you!” He pulled Piero in his arms and kissed Piero … Piero made little murmuring sounds and put his hands behind Pierre’s head.

They both enjoyed that … a lot!

Clive was groaning like a lion now as he pushed his massive dick head through my inner sphincter and deep into my colon one last time. He held still, and I felt the enormous head swell and when he started to cum, the pulsations felt like an inner massage! I could feel how he was pumping his huge cumload into me, joining Luigi’s, Piero’s and Pierre’s loads in me already!

I was truly prepared for a massive onslaught later tonight … if Raffaello’s dick is as big as I suspected it is, and what Luigi knows, I hope I’d be ready for him.

Little did I know …!

Clive slowly pulled his massive dick out and when the big head slid through my inner sphincter, and then over my prostate, I groaned.

“What about you, Ant? Do you want me to suck you?” Pierre asked.

“No, I’m fine, thanks. I’d prefer not to cum right now … I’ll keep it for later!” I said and turned to Pierre and kissed my darling man.

‘Darling’? Me too, starting to think of them as my ‘darlings’? I was a lost case like them, but I didn’t worry about it – it had to happen sooner or later. The rapport we enjoy and camaraderie, the sex, the love, the enjoyment of spending time together … all of it makes us grow closer and we all love each other very dearly. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that all of them are hung and beautiful as fuck!

“OK guys, let’s soap up and clean all the sex and soot and dust and mites and fleas and crabs and bugs and cum and spit and …” Pierre started.

“Speak for yourself, you horrible ugly Yoba! I keep my garden and kennels clean and pest free. You can ask my pet monkey living in my belly button!” Clive answered as he was shampooing his hair, while Pierre was washing his back.

We all were laughing so loud and with conviction at Pierre’s remark. I felt how some of the cum slipped out of me, but it was washed away by the stream of water in the shower.

We all washed either ourselves or one another’s backs, or legs or tummy or ‘family jewels’, but Luigi put a stop to the washing of our dicks as he knew it could easily lead to more shenanigans!

“No more playing with each other for now – let’s get the showering done first. Everybody done? Rinse off and let’s get out of here!”

We did hug and kiss each other a bit more while we were rinsing off the shampoo, the soap and all the evidence of today’s experiences, including the sex in the Kombi, the two trips to 2 World Heritage Sites, and of course all the ‘dust’ in a snow-covered country! I ask you!

After brushing our teeth, putting on our creams and lotions and deodorant and then Hugo Boss The Scent, we got busy getting dressed.

Just then André burst in while pretending to knock as the door swung open. He held a denim, two shirts and a jacket in his hands. He had only a towel around his waist, and it was clear he was cold.

“You're a real caveman, you Yoba! Pretending to knock while entering … sheez! Where did you lose all the Le Roux charisma” Pierre ribbed André.

“Aag hou jou bek, Langderm gedoente met ‘n groot piel! Jy is ook net mooi, met geen teken van enige respek of waardering vir die duidelike bewys van my aantreklikheid nie! En, ek is nie hier om jou te sien nie – ek wil by my liefling-broer hoor wat ons aantrek! Anton, wat dink jy hiervan? (Oh shut up, Long gut thing, with a big dick! You're just only beautiful, with no sign of any respect or appreciation for the clear evidence of my attractiveness! And, I'm not here to see you – I want to hear from my darling brother what we're wearing! Anton, what do you think of this?)” André said, completely ignoring Pierre.

“You beautiful delinquent! I’m calling Dad for being so cruel and horrible to me!” Pierre ribbed André.

André was holding one of the shirts we got from Boss Models, the jacket we got from them and a dark denim.

“Good choice – I’ll get mine,” I said, and André stopped dead in his tracks, looking at all of us in various stages of getting dressed.

“I smell a rat! Piero, what are you doing here? This isn’t your room … You animals … no! You didn’t …! Did you fit in an orgy or not? Your bulges are too big for normal!” André said and pulled off the towel around Piero’s hips. “There! Just look at it! And the head is still glistening with cum! Sheez! I wish I was here to enjoy it with you! I’m calling Dad! This is ridiculous and unaccpetable!” André … André!

“Ja, ja toe! Kry nou jou ry dat ons kan klaar maak! Skoert! Weg is jy! Ons kry julle oor 10 minute by die hysbak. Gaan kry jou werf se brakke en maak klaar! (Yeah, yeah OK! Now get a move on so we can get ready. Get lost! Gone with you! We’ll meet you in 10 minutes at the lift. Go fetch the dogs from your yard and get ready!)“ Pierre said, but of course André wasn’t a pushover. He dropped the clothes on the bed and grabbed Pierre. Pierre was too clever and too fast: he just pulled the towel off André and when he was naked, it was obvious his dick was also not completely soft. When Pierre grabbed it, he shouted: “And his dick is sopping wet! You’re such a damn liar!” He pulled André into his arms and kissed him. “Now, just leave us alone and get dressed, you beautiful rubbish!”

We all had such a laugh, and André, who pretended to be upset, was also laughing at what Pierre revealed. André just grabbed the towel and clothes, and ran out into the passage buck naked. André will never change! And I don’t want him to change …!

We were all giggling and helped each other to get dressed. Handing a hair brush, checking shirts, jackets, scarves …

“Hurry now! You’re fucking beautiful and hung like a horse, and cums like a firehose, but you still need to get dressed! Get going, Piero!” Pierre said, hugged our man and whispered loudly: “Even your sucking is divine! I hope you enjoyed the thick white custard I fed you?”

“Yes, it was delicious! Thanks.”

“Ora vai, nipote! Faremo tardi! (Now go, nephew! We’re going to be late!)” Luigi urged Piero on.

Piero ran down the passage to his room with Giovanni, Gunther and Johann to get dressed.

“Your brother is something else, Ant! But I love him nonetheless! He’s such a funny guy – I hope he never changes! I actually missed him the whole of today being in two different Kombis. I'm sure with him and Johann there, it was a laugh a minute! A laughing match every kilometre of the way, I imagine!” Pierre said.

“Thanks guys! He’ll appreciate this very much. We all scold him – in a good way! – to tone it down and sometimes he takes it a bit personally. But I also don’t want him to change. What would happen to me if he did?” I said.

“You’re our lovable Ant and you deserve all the love and happiness we could give you!” Pierre said.

“I agree!” Luigi said.

“Anch'io! Ti amo tantissimo, tesoro mio! (Me too! I love you so very much, my darling!)” Piero put in.

“I agree! I love our Ant very much, but André is … well, he's André! He really keeps things light, even when he says the most ridiculous and obnoxious things at times. And … he really loves you very much, Ant!” Clive said and hugged me. My eyes were moist, and Clive noticed it. He turned my mouth upwards and he kissed me. “You two are incredible and very special. I’m so glad Boss Models flew you to London! And I’m privileged to have met you all. Now look at me: relocating to Stillinbohsh … fuck! What is it called again, Ant?”

“Stellenbosch, you tall, beautiful dunce! STELLENBOSCH!” I said and gently squeezed his nipples.

“You’ll most probably teach me Afrikaans in the end …?”

“Ja, beslis, Pommie! Jy moet die taal leer, want jy gaan by ‘n Boertjie woon, en met hom trou …! (Yes, definitely, Pommie! You have to learn the language, because you’re going to live with a Boertjie, and marry him!” Pierre said, taking Clive in his arms. The kiss that followed would melt the snow on the mountains!

“Get a room!” I joked.

“We have a room, you dunce!” Clive retorted.

There was a knock on the door, and Armando called us.

We grabbed our stuff and went out in the passage.

“Come, let’s go. Let’s not be late,” Armando said. Giancarlo was just one step behind his brother-in-law and when he saw us, he whistled. ”You guys look good enough to be eaten … erm … you know what I mean!”

Armando knocked on the other two doors to get the rest of the troupe out and into the lifts. When they appeared in the passage, I realised what sexy and attractive bunch of guys we were. Everyone looked like they have stepped off a modelling walkway!

We complimented each other, here and there we made an adjustment, pulled a scarf straight and even gave some hugs and kisses. In the lifts, the chattering was light and relaxed.

Except me … I was as jittery and excited as if I’m about to sit for a big examination!

Chantecler's Trattoria, here we come!

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We got into the Kombi and Armando said the trattoria was merely 2,5km away and that we’d be there in 10 min. The narrow roads in these seaside venues are not highways, and being a Friday, we could experience delays.

In the Kombi Piero and Luigi insisted I sit with them. Giovanni absconded from the other Kombi and just insisted to get into our Kombi. He hugged and kissed me as if he hasn’t seen me in ages.

“I hate it that you’re so close, and yet so far!” Gio said and sat across from us between Clive and Pierre. They were happy to have him between them and each draped an arm around the half-bred’s shoulders. He is such a lovely character. He reached for my hands, and looked at Luigi … Luigi just nodded. Gio’s fingers intertwined with mine, he squeezed my hand and reached for my other hand too. The naked pure love in his eyes was so obvious, that even Piero said: “Listen you super beautiful hung half-bred, just so you know, you’re not his numero uno – OK? He’s sitting between his numero uno, and numero uno …”

“Listen you Ita with a firehose for a dick, pumping litres of white love juice into our man, our dicks are still bigger than yours, and our love is pure, without restrictions, with at least 6cm in total more dick than what you have. Plus, we absolutely know how to love and kiss our man and make him feel special. You’re hyperspermic and that’s about it! What else? My load – the third for tonight – I gave you, is but a sample of my abilities. Oh yes, and you have super sexy hands and feet and your dick is very thick and beautiful … and you have a damn beautiful sexy uncle. But know your place, and accept that Clive and I have shares in that man’s heart, his body, his ass and he has carte blanche to our dicks and cum …” Pierre made a speech.

We all burst out laughing, and Pierre was laughing harder than anyone else. He reached over and ruffled Piero’s hair, pinched his nose and gave him a faux hit on the chin.

“Yes, you super tall horse on two legs, I love you too! Just remember you and the Pommie will never take our place. OK?”

“’Your place’? Really? Excuse me, you beautiful nitwit, the litres of cum you shoot, only make you weak and you’re losing the ability to think and speak properly …”

“You’ll pay for this, you sexy hung hunk! Just you wait and see!” Piero was laughing.

“Come on guys, I’m engaged to Luigi, but all of you are my family and all of you may put your big dicks in me and pump me full of your protein, even if it makes you ‘weak’ … like earlier … but nobody is left behind. Vero, Luigi? (Right, Luigi?)” I said and squeezed Gio’s hand, and then I took Pierre’s hand and Clive’s hand, and squeezed them too.

“Fuck! What did we do to deserve you? You’re everything we have ever wanted, and sharing you with the others make it even better. Right, Pommie? Gio?”

“Just … please bring me up to speed with what you meant by “Like earlier”? Does it mean you fucked our boy tonight already? That’s unfair!” Gio piped up.

“Gio, it was out of necessity. We know Raffaello wants to fuck our boy and apparently he’s hung like an elephant. We just wanted Ant to be prepared and ready for the elephant dick …” Pierre explained.

“Guys, I’m also disappointed, but as far as I know, Antonio’s ass will not reach a sell-by-date. We all could have helped, but we could have a chance tonight – right Antonio?” Armando said from the driver’s seat.

“Sure! Let’s see what happens tonight! But yes Gio, I was prepared by the guys for tonight. Sorry you were not included … Let’s see how tonight pans out, Gio, and of course you’re welcome to enter my darkness again, and pump some of your great thick white goo into me too!”

“Grazie mille, amore mio!” Gio said, leaned towards me, and gave me a fantastic kiss that lingered .. What a guy!

“OK guys! Here we are. I’m dropping you off here and then we’re going to park the Kombis. I see Giancarlo is right behind us. Go see if Raffaello is here already …? Antonio … hehehe!”

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We got out and wrapped our warm clothes tighter around our bodies. Pierre and Clive were quickly to wrapped me between them to keep me warm while the last three walked towards us.

“Would you look at that! The two tall wet dreams on long legs taking chances and abusing their good looks, their surplus of centimetres and …” Johann said in exasperation. “Sheez! I can't believe my eyes. André, I think it's time to call Dad!”

We all burst out laughing and I pulled Johann, Gunther and my brother into the hugging bunch we have already formed.

The entrance to Chantecler's Trattoria was in a narrow alley. Super neat but nothing flashy. The front door with the name above it, looked perfect for the setting. There were tables in the alley but it was too cold, and nobody sat there tonight.

“Brrr! It’s cold! Let’s go in. My dad and zio Giancarlo will find the trattoria,” Piero said and we followed him into the restaurant. There was a heavenly aroma of garlic, basil and olive oil that greeted us. The walls were painted in a creamy yellow, but the bottom parts and some places higher up, there were big white tiles with blue detail on them. Every centimetre was decorated with copper and wooden utensils, framed pictures, woven baskets, lamps and the tables were covered with beautiful simple tablecloths, and plain white crockery … just how we would love to enjoy our last night in Italy.

And then Raffaello and I saw each other simultaneously. He was talking to an older gentleman, perhaps the owner. He immediately said something to the gentleman and walked towards us with an enormous and beautiful smile on his sexy face. As he approached me he lifted his arms and embraced me when we reached each other.

“Benvenuto, mio carissimo! Sei Antonio, vero? Sì? Vieni qui! Non ho smesso di pensare a te! (Welcome my dearest man! It is Antonio, no? Yes? Come here! I haven't stopped thinking about you!)” the tall beautiful man said as he wrapped his long arms with the beautifully manicured long fingers around me and hugged me to him. I could smell his perfume: smoky, leathery sandalwood and perhaps cedarwood. Exquisite, just like this man is!

“Buonasera, mio nuovo amico! Come stai? È così bello rivederti e sentire il tuo corpo... e qualcosa di duro e grande ...! (Good evening my new friend! How are you? It is so nice to see you again, *and feel your body ... and something hard and big...!*)” I said and melted into his embrace.

Next thing he kissed me … not a deep romantic kiss, but provocative and sensual. His beautiful mouth felt so good on my lips. His short black beard felt divine against my face. The kiss launched me to the moon …! I felt his massive bulge and my dick sprang to life!

“You don’t waste time, hey Ita? Good evening! How are you? Thanks for today. You're not just a walking orgasm – you're a damn good guide with a great sense of humour. We enjoyed you … erm … your companyand guidance!” Johann said, stressing the words, and gave Raffaello a small hug.

The others also greeted him like an old friend and most hugged him.

“Welcome to Chantecler's Trattoria. Our table is ready. Come. The owner will come welcome you soon,” Raffaello said, and then he hugged everyone in our group.

He even kissed some … which caused Johann to respond. “We all have hearts and feelings … sniff, sniff! I demand why my mouth doesn’t get to be greeted by your beautiful mouth, you tall wet dream on legs! How is it possible that so many superior characters could be united in just one tall hunk? *And hung too, I suspect!*” Johann said jokingly, lightly punching Raffaello on the arm, whispering the last sentence, but loud enough for me to hear as Raffaello had his arm around my shoulder – the arm Johann punched.

“Oh come here, you baby!” Raffaello said and leaned over to Johann and kissed him.

“And is this the best you can do …?”

“You are demanding, aren’t you?” Raffaello laughed, let go of my shoulder and gave Johann a proper kiss. “Damn! I have to admit: you kiss like a champ!”

“Oh thank you! I AM a champ – just ask Anton!” Johann said and gave me a kiss as well.

“Oh puh-lease! Put on your pants and let’s get to our table! Sheez! I’m so embarrassed by such …” Pierre started but was silenced by Raffaello’s lips on his.

When Raffaello let go of Pierre, the tall talkative man was silenced for a few seconds. He just stared at Raffaello’s mouth, his eyes … he touched his own lips and said breathlessly: “Fuck! If I were a bottom …”

“Then you’d be surprised – guaranteed!” Raffaello said.

“You're not going to hurt our Ant …!”

“Don’t worry, I'm a very gentle lover! Anyone else in need of some gentle Italian attention?” Raffaello held his arms open, and almost everyone came to get a kiss. Only Gunther stood at the back. “No, why? Come here, Mr Blonde Bomb!” He pulled Gunther closer and kissed him too.

“Wow! Danke schön! That is really special …!” Gunther said touching his own mouth. “Wow!”

André took Raffaello’s face between his hands and said: “Listen, Mr Tall Wet Dream on long legs, I know my brother has the hots for you. Thanks for the fantastic kiss, by the way, but if you mess with my baby bro and hurt him, I have a sharp knife. I guess you’re hung like an elephant, and if you have plans with him, let me tell you: if you abuse him, I’ll find you! He loves big ones, *but you’re not going to hurt him – you hear?*” He whispered the last part of his comment, but I could hear it.

“André! Nee man! Hy sal my nie seermaak nie! (André! No man! He won’t hurt me!)” I said. ”Forgive him Raffaello! He’s only concerned. He means no harm! *And yes, I do love them big … please! My brother is just very protective!*” I put in and hugged my brother.

“Just treat my baby brother nicely, Ita!”

“*Yes, I will! I promise!* Raffaello whispered and kissed André again.

“Fuck! Where did you learn to kiss like that? Wow!” André was floored again!

“OK, everyone got their bit of Italian lips and a few drops of spit! I'm dying for a drink! Let’s get to our table!” Armando said and gave my butt a squeeze. Thinking of his massive 35cm, my boner got even harder!

Armando and Raffaello greeted each other and spoke softly, and agreed on some stuff. Both shook hands and patted each other on the back.

Raffaello said: “Spero che la serata e il cibo vi piacciano! (I hope you'll enjoy the evening and the food!)”

Raffaello led the way to a corner where tables were pushed together to accommodate all 13 of us. Raffaello quietly and secretly obstructed my way to let all the others sit first. Pierre was the last to sit down with 2 open chairs next to him, and Raffaello let me move in to sit next to Pierre, and he sat down last, next to me on my right.

Before anybody could say anything, Raffaello clinked his glass and said: “Attenzione signori! (Attention, gentlemen!). Welcome to Chantecler's Trattoria again. I sincerely hope you're going to enjoy the evening, the company and the food. I've spoken to the owner and he agreed on a flat rate of €15 each. It means you can order whatever you want and pay only €15, excluding the drinks. Armando and I will pay for that. My gift to the most wonderful group I've ever had the pleasure to guide in Pompeii! I've ordered sparkling wine to start the evening on a proper note!”

“As the tallest and ‘*biggest*’ one here, I need to say something,” Pierre said and winked at me.

You’re not the tallest, my sexy darling! Armando is … AND he’s got the biggest dick, but I'm not complaining! Little did I know …! I looked at Pierre and still couldn’t believe that we were at school together, and we never made the connection! But at last, it has happened at his dad’s men’s clothing shop … and what a pleasure to get to know this super special, talented and horse-hung squash champion. It was inevitable that he would become a favourite person and a darling in my life! I love you, you beautiful man!

“I was thinking …” Pierre started.

“Dangerous!” Johann said and stuck his tongue out.

“You're so mean!”

“What? Why? Is there still something you haven’t said or told us? You're so obnoxious!” Johann said.

“I hate you!”

“No, you don’t!”

“Yes I do! You're a demon!”

“I'm not! Ask my Jerry!”

“I don’t need any proof from a microbiologist who is under your devious spell!”

“Now then, talk, you walking wet dream, and say what you want to say! Ons is dors, Langeraat met ‘n moerse knop! (We’re thirsty, Tall man with a huge bulge!). Get going! Speech! Speech! Speech!” Johann was relentless.

“Speech! Speech! Speech!” We all spurred him on. André sitting on his other side, even stood up and prodded his side. “Talk, you rubbish you! Now!”

“See what the best of the best has to endure! I'm calling Dad!”

“Here’s my iPhone! Call him, softie!” André called his bluff.

André, just shut up!

“Let’s just wait … yes, it applies to you two too …” Pierre said.

“As long as we don’t have to wear a tutu …” Johann piped up.

“And then you tell me, the innocent, beautiful sexy me, ‘obnoxious? Shame on you, Snorre!” Pierre said.

The troupe sniggered and enjoyed the joking interaction.

[Snorre, plural of snor: moustache]

The waiters brought the sparkling wine and flutes, opened the bottles professionally, and poured the golden liquid.

“Grazie mille, ragazzi! Correct, Luigi? Piero? OK then. As I was about to say before the brutal interruption by two of the most wayward delinquents we have to drag along with us – Dad will take care of you Sunday! Raffaello, we had no idea the incredible luck that came our way when Gabriella booked you as our guide! Not only did you do a spectacular job, you did it with style, finesse and I'm not ashamed to acknowledge I was impressed to no end, and I actually like you! No, strike that! I love you a little bit – not too much, OK? But I think we all love you. You're really one of a kind. And thanks for organising this cool trattoria for us. I think we’re going to enjoy it! Whenever you are ready, you're really invited to visit us in South Africa. We’ll make your visit memorable … ahem! In every which way you can imagine! To Raffaello!” Pierre said and raised his glass.

We all stood up and raised our glasses. “Cin cin!” I said and clinked his glass.

“For he's a jolly good fellow, For he's a jolly good fellow!” Johann started to sing. We all joined in and sang, honouring Raffaello.

He was blushing but accepted the praise and goodwill with style.

The waiters clapped hands and all the guests looked at us. We were the centre of attention.

Johann clinked his glass and said: “We cannot forget Armando, Giancarlo who did all the driving, and all the d’Antonios and Morettis in Firenze – correct, Armando? To all of you who have taken care of us, organised a holiday to remember and made us feel loved and welcome! To Armando, Giancarlo, Nonna, Gabriella and the rest of them in Firenze! Cin cin!” Johann said. We all agreed and raised our glasses. “Cheers!”

We all sat down but Raffaello remained standing.

“If I may … may I please respond to all of this?”

“Yes, you may, but we want you to say it in Afrikaans, please!” Pierre ribbed Raffaello.

“I’m willing to learn Afrikaans, if you're willing to learn Italiano …!” Raffaello floored Pierre.

There was so much laughter! Pierre had to smile and just lifted his glass in recognition and in honour of Raffaello.

“Never in my life have I met a group of such beautiful men – not just looks, but also your integrity and humour, your finesse, your good hearts – and who’ve made me laugh so much!” Raffaello said. “Pierre, the feeling is mutual: I cannot help it, but I have to acknowledge, I love you guys too. I can say it in honesty and with conviction, I want to get to know you better, and become your friend! Pierre, how do you say ‘cin cin’ in Afrikaans?”

“Gesondheid! It means ‘good health’!”

‘Then … gghuhsonthate! Your guttural sounds are so damn difficult! Did I butcher it?”

”Blood is flowing, my man! You’ve butchered it to death! No, not quite right, but hey,  it's the thought that counts. Now the food, yummm! What do you suggest, Raffaello?”

“The menu is in Italiano and English. Have a look. However, a recommendation: the owner suggested you all order the same, which will make it easier for the kitchen on this busy Friday night, and then as a special gesture, he’ll reduce the price. Then the food will be brought to the table on serving plates and in dishes, except the dessert. Pierre, a quick meno Italiano (Italian lesson)! Antipasti are hors d’oeuvres, primi piatti are first courses, secondi piatti are second courses, insalate are salads and dolci, gelati e frutta are desserts, but on the menu it’s described as desserts, ice cream and fruit.

“Sorry, there are no pizzas here, but there is a vast array of other dishes. And I'm sure you’ve enjoyed pizza here in Italy already? The owner suggests the following:

“For Antipasti: Bruschetta imbevuto di olio d'oliva con pomodorini e mozzarella (toasted Italian bread drenched in olive oil with cherry tomatoes and mozzarella)

“Primi Piatti di Terra: Lasagna alla Sorrenti: Lasagna Sorrento style and Gnocchi alla Sorrentina: Potato dumplings Sorrento style

“Secondi Piatti di Carne: Petto di Pollo con Limone di Sorrento: Chicken breasts with Sorrento lemon

“Insalate: Insalata Mista: Mixed salad

“Dolci, gelati e frutta: Ananas con Limoncello: Pineapple with Limocello

“I can vouch for the taste and quality of all the dishes, and the food here is superb. Discuss it and …”

”No Raffaello, we trust you – not yet with our wallets – you'll have to pass the exam first!” Johann winked! “Let’s accept the suggested dishes and make it easy for the trattoria. What do you guys think? All on board?” Johann suggested.

Everyone was happy and Raffaello confirmed it with the waiter. Soon, the owner came to meet us. He welcomed us and wished us well, and hoped we’d like the suggested food.

He and Raffaello exchanged a quiet and very rapid discussion in Italiano – I only caught a few words. It was mainly about the dishes and the special gesture with the price. He wished us well, and hoped our flight home was good.

As it was Friday, and the restaurant was packed, he was glad we accepted the suggestion. He disappeared into the kitchen.

I was very aware of Raffaello next to me. His beauty was overwhelming and he really smelled so nice.

The next discussion took place in English.

“So, how are you doing, beautiful boy? I’m glad you guys have enjoyed your visit to Pompeii. I really enjoyed to meet you all – *especially you!* – and spend time with you in such a special venue!”

“I'm doing well, and sitting next to you is the cherry on top!”

“I have something bigger than a ‘cherry’ in mind … and you did indicate you’re interested – no?”

“I’d love the ‘something bigger’ please! I love cherries, but what you want to give me is more like what I’m interested in!”

“We’re going to have a great evening later on! *Do you want to feel him now? Push your hand in under the lower edge of my jacket and feel him. He is too big to fit down the middle, so I put him in my pants to my left. He’s very wet right now!*”

I put my hand on his left thigh under his jacket and felt the immense bulge. It was so big, I could even feel the size of the head which reached up to his hip. He’s going to fuck me a new hole …! But I want it! Bring it on!

“It’s massive and I can feel it’s wet … hmmmm! I hope your promise about the large volume of latte Italiano(Italian milk) is true. I love lots of milk!”

“I’m glad you like the size. Just remember that, when you see him and get to know his size. And yes, there is a huge volume of milk waiting for you. I’ve had no release in almost a week. I find jerking off by myself boring. I can produce at least two deliveries at a time. The second one could be in your mouth if you're interested? It tastes very nice as I drink lots of water, and orange and pineapple juice. Would you like that?”

“Yes, please! It sounds wonderful! Thanks! But please tell me what perfume you’re using? It smells divine, just like you are!”

“It’s Santal 33. I like the sandalwood which balances the rich, smoky woods with some florals and a worn-in leather base. You smell good too. I guess Hugo Boss?”

“Santal 33 smells so good! It is a fragrance I can get used to, and it smells good on you. It will always remind me of you and Pompeii! Yes thanks, mine is Hugo Boss, The Scent. Boss Models gave it to us when we were modelling in London.”

“Really? Modelling? I’m not surprised! You all look so handsome and so grounded, down to earth. I’m sure Boss is very happy with your work?”

“Yes, we have contracts and all, and André and I might have to go to New York for a shoot, but due to our studies, Johann might do the photography in Cape Town. The details are still being planned. However, we’re coming to Europe during the last part of your winter for a hockey tour, and then our parents will join us, and we’ll visit Gunther’s parents in Berlin, and Luigi’s family in Firenze.”

“Fantastic! You deserve to be photographed, and knowing Boss, they know what they do! I suppose you and your brother will go to NY together?”

“Yes, we do everything together!”

“’Everything’? Wow! So I’ll see him as well tonight?”

“Yes, but he’ll never allow you to use ‘your big one’ on him! He’s scared of big ones!”

“That’s OK. I believe you and Luigi are engaged? Will he not mind?”

“Yes, we’re engaged, but he doesn’t mind. He’ll join in the fun. But so will everybody else … we’re one big happy family!”

“What?! You’re joking!”

“No, you’ll see and experience it!”

“I can’t wait!”

“Me too!”

“OK, enough of the Italiano and excluding me! I thought you loved me and my … erm … Raffaello, he loves them big! Please tell us about yourself. You're obviously not just a super tall and superior attractive actor, but intelligent, kind, friendly and looking at your big, beautiful hands and enormous shoes, I'm 100% sure you're even more privileged than me having a big one … hmmm! Yes, mine is quite big …” Pierre said.

I quipped: “’Quite big’? He's lying Raffaello – it's massive! And yes, I love it, but I also love my mate from South Africa very much! But yes, please tell us about yourself?”

“You make me blush! Virtually nobody is interested in that – only my appearances and … erm .. yes, I also do have a big one. I'm glad Antonio loves them big. I just hope mine isn’t too big …? We’ll have to see.”

“Never too big, Raffaello! Ant will accommodate him! He’s a master with a big one!”

“Stop it, Pierre! You're making me blush!”

“Good to hear! Then I'm sure Antonio will enjoy mine!”

“Can't wait!” I enthused.

“We’re going to enjoy it! I hope you’ll be OK with mine …? Well, I grew up in Sicily, yes the island to the west of “The Boot” in the Tyrrhenian Sea. The culture is unique, our Italiano is a bit different, our cuisine is different and I’m a product of that island. At the moment things are not so good with Mount Etna, Europe’s largest and most active volcano. The whole Eastern slope is slowly sliding into the sea which may have devastating consequences like a tsunami …

“But, growing up in the shadow of Etna, learning about Vesuvius and Pompeii at school, it was an easy choice to enrol as a guide when I heard we were shooting season 7 of our soapie on the Amalfi Coast. I was the youngest of 5 children: 2 older brothers and 2 older sisters. My brothers and I are more or less of the same height, same looks but they chose to become an engineer and an architect. My one sister is a doctor and the other one a physiotherapist. My parents are now older, but live a happy and good life on Sicily.

“I opted to study drama and cultural history – our country has a very rich history. I started acting on-stage in Roma, and about 3 years ago, just after 1 year in the theatre, a scout for my soapie saw me on stage and made me an offer. At first it was a small role, but the director and big bosses liked what they saw, and the viewers liked my character, so my role was expanded and my contract renewed. It’s still an annual renewal, but Italianos love soapies, and it seems they like me and my character too. I play the role of a rich son of a billionaire, with strings of women AND men running after me. My character is slowly morphing into being gay, and the viewers love that. Fortunately, my character isn’t a typical asshole but one with a heart, principles and treating everyone with charm, good manners and my character had his heart broken. That’s why we’re on the Amalfi Coast.

“Leonardo”, my character in the soapie, is taking a break from Roma after the break-up, and is meeting multiple Italianos ‘living’ here. I’ve made quite a few friends here and if I ever could move here, and find a decent job, perhaps acting in Napoli and Sorrento, I’d leave Roma. It’s the eternal city, but eventually, especially after being here on the Amalfi Coast for 3 months, one starts to wonder about living in Roma. It’s super expensive – here it’s not cheap, but one gets the most stunning views and the environment is exquisite. I’ve met an elderly couple who lost their only son in an accident, and for now I’m living with them here in Sorrento. They have a property in Amalfi and I have carte blanche to go there anytime I want. However, being a guide at Pompeii is very fulfilling and the extra money is welcome. I’m going to have two months off after we finish episode 13. The extra money will help to pay for a trip to a place I still have to decide … I’m starting to think Cape Town after a day like today …! Enough about me. Tell me about yourself. Antonio? Peertjies … erm … sorry! I mean Pierre! I’ve heard them calling you that …!”

“It’s a colloquial name for testes, and very often “Pierre” becomes Peertjies amongst friends!” I said and leaned over to kiss my tall hung hunk.

“Ant, you just know how to change a super day into something greater! Ant, may I please kiss you properly?” Pierre asked.

He pulled me to him and kissed me properly. This man was definitely one of my darlings!

“May I kiss you too?” Raffaello asked as Pierre sat down again.

He didn’t wait for an answer. He took my face between his enormous hands and kissed me with his full, soft lips. My heart raced and I was blushing. My dick misbehaved and he felt it throbbing against his hand on my thigh. His big tongue invaded my mouth and he just proved that he will definitely become ‘a darling’ too, if only …

“Hey you three over there! There are civilized people around this table! And to eat sweets in front of your brothers and not sharing, is rude! We’re about to eat, for Pete’s sakes! Behave like I tell you, not what you see me doing …!” Johann said and clicked his tongue.

“You do have quite a few clowns amongst the men! He, André and this tall hunk next to you with big balls … Peertjies! … are the leaders it seems! But I have to say: I think they are representative of the common atmosphere and camaraderie amongst you all!”

Just then the intipasti, the bruschetta, arrived. Four big serving platters with the tasty toasted bruschetta with the cherry tomatoes and mozzarella, grilled lightly were put in the middle of the table, close enough for us to reach it.

“Help yourselves, and the owner will send more if any of the growing giants here still want some more!” Raffaello said. “Enjoy! I’ve ordered some red wine for us. The most popular and iconic red wine style from the Amalfi Coast is Costa d'Amalfi Rosso. It is typically a robust, fruit-forward blend of Aglianico and Piedirossograpes. These indigenous varieties produce medium-to-full-bodied wines with notes of cherry, earthy spices, and elegant tannins that pair perfectly with hearty local cuisine. I suspect most of you from South Africa are red wine drinkers, and I think the others too? You will enjoy this wine very much. Pietro, per favore porta il vino rosso e i bicchieri? (Pietro, please bring the red wine and glasses?)” Raffaello asked our one waiter, Pietro.

He arrived with a tray holding 13 big red wine glasses and his co-worker Matteo brought 4 bottles of the red wine, opened it, let Raffaello smell the cork and taste the wine. Pietro put the bottles on the table to breathe. He nodded and said the waiters would pour the wine in 15 minutes’ time.

We talked amongst each other about our full day of experiences and the beauty we’ve seen. The clowns were on top form and we had a glorious time. The beautiful Neapolitan music created the perfect atmosphere, and the ambience in the trattoria with its typical Italian décor, made for an unforgettable evening. And we’ve not even had a drop of wine or a mouthful of food! Yet!

The waiters returned and enquired if we were ready to have some wine. The main water spoke Italian, but even Pierre understood.

“Ja, asseblief! Skink asseblief dat ons kan begin drink, jongman! (Yes, please! Please pour so we can start drinking, young man!“ The waiter looked at Pierre and then at Armando with a huge question mark on his face.

“Sì, per favore versate il vino. Gli uomini hanno sete! (Yes, please pour the wine. The men are thirsty!) Armando said.

The minute I smelled the wine in my glass, I instinctively knew it would be good … and it was! I’d rate it at least 9 out of 10. When I took a sip, my heart melted. I noticed Raffaello was watching me.

“Buono? Vedo che te ne intendi di vino rosso! Salute, bell'uomo! Goditi il nostro buon vino. Tu mi piaci ancora di più! (Good? I can see you know red wine! Cheers, you beautiful man! Enjoy our good wine. I like you even more!)” the tall man said and clinked my glass, looking into my eyes when we took a sip. He winked at me and squeezed my thigh. I returned the favour and felt his enormous dick pushing towards his hip. “Spero di rivederci presto! (I hope we see each other again soon!)”, Raffaello said looking into my eyes.

I was lost and totally floored. This man was in the class of Luigi, Piero, Clive, Pierre, Giovanni, Johann, Juan, Gunther, my brother – the whole lot. But there was just that je ne sais quoi about this man that sets him apart.

The bruschetta was something else. It was fresh, hot and very tasty. The virgin olive oil tasted divine and the mozzarella combined with the cherry tomatoes tasted like heaven. I had two, and saw most of the others also took at least two helpings. The serving plates went back empty!

The atmosphere in the restaurant was noisy but warm and it was evident the people enjoyed the food and company. The music was beautiful and included a few pieces of more modern Italian music too.

The jokes coming from our 3 in-house clowns came thick and fast. They spared nobody. Armando and Giancarlo were laughing so loud, the owner came to find out what was so funny. When Raffaello explained to him the joke of the moment, he too laughed and enquired if everything was still fine.

He was overwhelmed by the response and compliments. We raised our glasses and we toasted our host. He said he was so happy to have such a selection of good-looking guys in his restaurant and hoped we enjoyed the other food coming and the rest of the evening. We assured him it wasn’t even debateable!

The next dishes arrived: 4 dishes each with Lasagna, Sorrento style, with extra Parmigiano Reggiano, and Gnocci potato dumplings, Sorrento style. It was brought in serving bowls, with extra pesto for the Gnocchi.

We enjoyed the food like we’ve been starving for days! All of course, freshly prepared and piping hot. The Parmigiano Reggiano on the lasagna was divine and it was clear why this cheese is the Rolls Royce of cheeses in the world. The 3 variants of pesto made the dumplings taste so good. Accompanying the food was the Insalata Mista: the mixed salad. Perfect complement to the food.

We thoroughly enjoyed the Lasagna, Gnocci and Insalate. It was out of this world good. Apart from the fantastic food we’ve had with the d’Antonios and Morettis and in various eateries, this was the best food we’ve had in a very long time.

The discussions were lively and the whole day was under scrutiny. Raffaello was impressed that we visited Villa d’Este that morning AND visited Pompeii. He acknowledged that he enjoys a visit to Tivoli and the exquisite gardens, but of course he preferred to visit there in summer.

Raffaello enquired about our plans for the next day and our flight home. When he heard about our plans for Capri and a quick trip on the Amalfi Coast to Amalfi and then back to Roma, we couldn’t believe our ears: “If you want, I could join you tomorrow and show you as much as possible in your limited time. I have a free day tomorrow. I know Capri very well, and of course Amalfi Coast is like my backyard now! And of course it’s free. No charge. Interested? What do you …”

“YESSS! YESSS! YESSS! Fuck YESSS! Please! Of course YES! Please come with us! Barman, please give that man a Bells!” Johann shouted and stood up. “This is such a tall ugly troll of the Amalfi, lurking around the ruins at Pompeii and taking innocent decent models to questionable venues … Yes, please my man! We will kiss your feet … ahem …! Please!”

We all cheered and thanked this beautiful kind man sitting next to me for his friendly gesture. Pierre leaned over me again and whispered to me and Raffaello: “*Ant, I just hope you’ll be able to walk tomorrow! Be gentle with him, Ita! Or I’ll cut off your huge balls!*”

“I have no intention of hurting him deliberately, but it IS very big … We’ll take it slowly, OK?” Raffaello said and squeezed my thigh. When my hand slipped under his jacket, the amount of precum his monster has released, has made a distinct and large wet spot on his pants! I wasn’t sure if it would even be possible, but it seemed like there is enough precum to fuck me without lube. With all the others producing lots of precum, I might be able to take his monster in me with precum and perhaps spit only … I was sincerely hoping for that. Precum is just the best lube there is!

A waiter approached us with a glass of whisky in a tumbler with ice in another glass, and headed straight for Raffaello. “Ecco a lei, signore! Il whisky Bells che il signore ha ordinato per lei! (Here you are, Sir! The Bells whisky the gentleman has ordered for you!)” he said and placed the glass and ice in front of Raffaello. He was stumped.

“Johann, that wasn’t necessary, but thanks a lot! I appreciate the gesture. And just to inform all of you: I have never met such a super friendly and gregarious bunch of super attractive men like you! And I’ve never felt more welcome like this! My offer to accompany you to Capri and Amalfi, comes from the heart and to prove to you I’m honest and when I say I like you guys a lot, I mean it! I’m sorry you’re not as fortunate as me to have a great group like I’m having who even buys me Bells, so you’ll have to drink more sparkling wine or red wine! Cin, cin! To the most wonderful group of men I’ve had the privilege to meet – ever!” Rafaello stood up, lifted the Bells and shouted: “Cheers, guys!”

The owner came to check on us and on the progress with the dinner. When he saw the dishes were empty, he smiled and it was clear he was very pleased.

He said he could see we were having a good time, and he’ll give us some time before the dessert is served, with filter coffee on the house.

No cappuccino is served in Italy this time of day! They consider it as a part of breakfast and no cappuccino is served after 11:00! The filter coffee would be good. Italian coffee is usually strong and extremely flavourful.

The jokes still came thick and fast. It was as if the jokes were a means to soften the sad part that it was our last night in this fabulous country. Also, the venue was great and the company was fantastic. We were no ordinary group of guys, and even though Clive, Giovanni and Piero were add-ons to our group from South Africa, they have become worthy members of our group.

Raffaello … damn! What a fantastic man! Not only his appearance, but his persona, his sense of humour, his intelligence and the way he just clicked into a solid position in our group. This is the one guy we’ve met that stood out, head and shoulders.

Yes, there were others we’ve met in Europe who might join us in Stellenbosch and Cape Town – but for some of them their plans might not work out. And here we are having the more than perfect candidate for our group, and he’s tied to his country with responsibilities, an acting career and family. I hoped deep in my heart that the impossible could be turned into possible …

Raffaello engaged all the people around the 3 tables pushed together. He wanted to know from each of us what our background was, our studies, jobs … he asked intelligent questions and showed real interest in our answers.

Of course, our ‘in-house’ clowns didn’t spare Raffaello – however, his sense of humour was so well-adjusted, he engaged them and gave them as good as he got. We laughed so much and the waiters, the other patrons and the owner, his wife and a chef or two also joined in the joy of a young group of me, enjoying life.

Luigi was sitting on Pierre’s other side, with Piero next to him at the end of our table edge, and they communicated with me when Pierre and/or Raffaello was leaning forward to engage someone on the other side of the table. I needn’t have worried: both my men were OK that Raffaello was the centre of attention, even though they knew Raffaello manipulated the seating … All good!

At one stage I had to go to the toilet to take a pee. I could clearly see the sign pointing to where the ‘il bagno’ (toilet) was, so I just excused myself and told Raffaello I must use the toilet. The jokes were causing quite a stir and some of the other patrons who understood English, laughed at the antics of the guys. So, me leaving the table was rather inconspicuous.

I entered the toilet and stood at the urinal to empty my bladder. The stream was at peak strength, when I realised someone else was approaching the urinal next to me … Raffaello! What a pleasant surprise, but I’ve been hoping deep down that he’d follow me. I looked at him in disbelief and managed to finish peeing with a dick getting hard fast.

“Spero non ti dispiaccia, ma volevo parlarti prima di lasciare la trattoria. Non possiamo fare nulla qui perché conosco i proprietari e tra meno di un'ora torneremo al Coltur Suites. (I hope you don’t mind, but I wanted to talk to you before we leave the trattoria. We can’t do anything here as I know the owners too well, and I am going back to Coltur Suites with you guys in less than an hour.”

He stood next to me, pushed his jacket panels back, unzipped and struggled to get his almost hard monster out. In order to save time, he unfastened the button of his pants and opened his pants. He pushed his underwear down and hauled the biggest and most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen out. I literally gasped … it was massive, but perfect and beautiful. The nickname ‘monster’ couldn’t begin to describe what I saw …

“Spero che non ti spaventi troppo, ma sì, questo è il mio orgoglio e la mia gioia, ma anche il mio problema più grande perché spaventa la maggior parte dei ragazzi. È semplicemente troppo grande per loro! (I hope you’re not too scared, but yes, this is my pride and joy, but also my biggest problem as it scares off most guys. It’s just too big for the majority of them!)”

He turned to me and held his dick in his hand for me to touch and to look at … I was absolutely baffled and speechless to see such perfection and such a massively majestic dick. It was an amazingly big dick!

I took the massive manhood in my hand and it felt unreal. It was warm, thick, a massive head covered with a foreskin that stretched around the head. The very big opening looked like it could spew out an incredibly amount of thick white cum. I pushed the skin back and my mouth fell open. I’ve seen many dicks on this trip, many big dicks, all beautiful but Raffaello was in a super class of his own.

The whole head was sopping wet with more precum still leaking out of the enormous opening. I took his enormous balls in my hand … definitely the biggest I’ve ever seen …

For my convenience, he spoke English. I wasn’t sure I’d remember 5% of my Italian vocabulary!

“Like what you’re seeing? Scared? Please don’t be scared …? Please?”

“No, I’m astonished … Raffaello, I’ve never imagined this is even possible … it’s massive and at the same time it is beyond beautiful … And yes, I’m a bit scared … of course I’m scared! This is bigger than the biggest I’ve ever seen. Promise me you’ll take it slow and to be gentle …? Please? I take it you do want to fuck me …?”

“Yes, I want to fuck you please! And Antonio, I’d never hurt you on purpose. I promise to be as gentle and patient as required to make you enjoy it too. And no, up to now I have met no boy who could handle it completely … I was hoping and am holding thumbs that you will be able to let me enter you, make you mine and give you the best experience of your life, and leave 40ml or more of my DNA inside you to take with you on our trip to Capri tomorrow. Please, just relax. When I take you, and make you mine, please let me take care of you …”

Raffaello took me in his arms and hugged me to him, his massive dick still in my hand … It felt like I was in a dream …

“Please tell me I’m not dreaming, Raffaello … You're such an incredible person and now I’m holding this exquisitely big and beautiful dick with lots of precum in my hand …”

“All real, my darling man! Want to taste it?”

“Yes please! I want to taste it!”

I sank to my knees and with this monster right in front of my face, I stared at the massive head and the big opening, and the precum that was dripping from it … I put my hand around the enormous shaft but my fingers couldn’t wrap around it. My other hand cupped his enormous balls … actually only one … They were so big!

I stuck out my tongue and licked the precum from the opening from where it was oozing out. I was in heaven! The taste was like the man and his face, his body, his hands, his beautiful monster dick: it tasted like the best nectar I’ve ever had.

I pulled the skin forward and opened my mouth wide … VERY wide. I guided the enormous sheathed head into my mouth and felt my teeth scraping slightly over the skin … and the friction caused pushed the skin back … and my hand pulled the skin back so I could feel the massive naked head in my mouth.

He pulled out and pushed back. The massive head entered my mouth and filled my buccal cavity to capacity …

The taste of his huge load of precum was divine …

He gently put his big hands on my head and pushed forward slightly. The massive dick head stopped dead at the entrance to my gullet – the head was just too big to enter.

My mouth was stretched to the limit, but I was in dick heaven. And the incredibly tall and hunky man with a dick of death, was pushing his dick deep into my mouth …

He realised my limits and also the time we’ve been away from the table. Raffaello put his hands under my armpits and gently pulled me off his dick. I reluctantly let it go and watched in awe to see I jump up. It was standing at about 50º towards the ceiling. My eyes were looking at this beautiful monster but my mind was still not believing the information my eyes, my mouth and hands sent to my brain.

“Antonio, I think this is enough for now. We need to get back to the table. May I kiss you again?”

“Oh fuck yes, please! Please kiss me!”

He took me in his arms, one hand behind my head and the other on my back. He lowered this mouth to mine, looked directly into my eyes. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have sworn I saw something more than lust … Approval? Appreciation? Pleasure? No, it was definitely something else … Liking me? Or …? No, impossible!

Raffaello’s soft full mouth touched my lips, my hands were around his chest and I looked up at him. His eyes closed as his mouth enveloped my lips … I was totally overwhelmed but I opened my mouth. His huge tongue slipped in, touched my tongue and his lips formed a tight connection between our mouths. His saliva tasted of whisky and wine.

His huge wet dick was pushing on my tummy, making a monumental mess on my shirt. Fortunately my jacket was unzipped and hung on both sides of my shirt’s buttons.

He broke the kiss, kissed me on the lips again and then a small peck on my nose, on each eye and forehead. Back to my mouth and one last kiss with this tongue in my mouth …

“You have no idea what this means to me and what you’re doing to me … I’m totally taken aback – how come you only arrived in my life today? Today? I ask you! Antonio, I can't wait to make you mine and give you some of myself to keep – unfortunately not forever! But I wish there was a way …”

“The feeling is mutual, Raffaello! I’ve never met anyone like you, and have never been kissed better before, but the little I’ve experienced and tasted now, is on another level …”

“Antonio, I know it’s idiotic to say it, but please, may I say something?”

“Of course, and I know I feel the same!”

“I think I’m falling in love with you already! Is that even possible? But what about Luigi and the others?”

“Luigi is my husband-to-be but he likes you a lot. We all share everything, so if you’re willing to share, I’m yours!”

“Really? Really?”

“Yes, really! For sure! It’s up to you!”

He hugged me tight to him and kissed me one last time … I was in heaven! ‘Cloud Nine’? What’s that?!

“I hate to break this up, but we have to get back to our table. Please help me putting my monster in his cage. He is beyond hard and wet, so a little help would be appreciated. Thanks Antonio!”

“How big is it?”

“Don’t get scared please … it’s a very thick 35cm … and I do cum very much – at least twice.”

“Sounds like the man I like and want!”

“Please stop talking about it … and help me!”

We battled to get his monster cock back into his pants, pointing to his left hip. The elastic of his underpants couldn’t contain the massive dick: only half of the length was covered by the garment. He hooked the massive head behind the elastic on his hip and I helped him close the button on his pants, and to zip up. I looked at the insane bulge and he laughed.

“Not to worry! The jacket is clean and will cover it!” He smiled at me, took me in his arms and kissed me.

“This HAS to stop now! Come, I’m sure the dessert is about to be served.” He took my hand, squeezed it and left the toillet.

We went back to the table separately. Raffaello knew the restaurant well and approached our table from another direction. I was already seated and Pierre put his hand on my thigh. I feared he might feel my hardon … but his attention was with Johann and André still making jokes of everybody.

Then Raffaello sat down next to me and put his arm behind me on the backrest of the chair. He traced small circles inconspicuously on my shoulder blades.

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By 21:30 the dessert arrived. Although the inside of the trattoria was warm, it was still winter, and the staff had to clean up and then get home safe after the restaurant closed. So, it was almost time for the kitchen to close, to clean up and get the place ready for the next day.

The fresh pineapple – I suppose they imported it from South America or wherever – doused in Limoncello was so nice. Nice sweet pineapple is a favourite, and I believe the myth that it makes cum taste nice, and combined with the Amalfi speciality, Limoncello, it made the sweets taste so good.

We were spoiled with filter coffee and some biscotti, but by then we’ve had our fill and few of us ate much of the biscotti.

The troupe has accepted the super tall and sexy Italiano, warts and all. Nobody had anything negative to say about him and his demeanour towards all of us was super.

The final discussions centred on the day trip to Capri and down the Amalfi coast the next day.

Raffaello said everybody would be surprised by the exquisite beauty of this part of Italy. Because of his connections in Sorrento and working at Pompeii on the days he is off, he knows some of the hydrofoil operators to get to Capri quickly. He’d send an email to his one friend with connections at the harbour, and book us our tickets. Armando asked him to let him have the price so he could be reimbursed.

Soon the visit to Chantecler's Trattoria came to an end and the account was settled with Raffaello and Giancarlo assisting Armando. The owner was very amicable and pleased with us visiting his establishment. It seemed like the price was greatly reduced and it was settled, and then Raffaello hugged the owner. He is a regular customer at the trattoria and knows the owner, his wife and family who help in the trattoria occasionally.

We grabbed our jackets and scarves and headed towards the entrance.

Armando suggested that Raffaello leaves his car there in the parking near the trattoria, and get into one of the Kombis to get to Coltur Suites. Crime is at an all-time low, especially in this part of Italy, so it would be safe to leave his car there. Parking is also at a premium at the Suites, so it makes sense to leave his car there.

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Armando and Giancarlo went to fetch the Kombis and we waited by the front door. When the Kombis arrived, we left the trattoria. It was freezing cold outside. The jackets and scarves were lifesavers. The thermometers in the Kombi read 3ºC!

Raffaello got in Giancarlo’s Kombi, with Johann, Gunther, Juan and André. Gio was still in our Kombi. The drive to the Suites was swift but it was cold. The heaters didn’t stand a chance to heat the cabins. We hugged each other and I was privileged to have 2 hung hunks, as well as Gio and my Italianos, to hug me. We had a group hug and it felt strange to feel the cold noses, ears and cheeks against my face!

Armando and Giancarlo dropped us off at the Suites’ front door, and we waited in the foyer for the two drivers to go park the Kombis. While we waited for them, Pierre and Clive offered Raffaello clean underwear, a pair of socks and a clean shirt to wear to Capri and Amalfi the next day.

“Don’t worry about stretching the underpants beyond recognition – I’d be honoured if you did!” Clive said and winked. “I’ve brought enough clothes and in any case, we’re flying to Johannesburg tomorrow.”

“I think our shoes are the same size? I wear size 15 which might be right, I guess. What is your size in EU measurements? About 49?” Raffaello confirmed his shoes are size 49.

“Posso darti una camicia per domani, che potrai tenere. Ne ho ricevute alcune a Dublino per Natale e puoi prenderne una. (I can give you a shirt for tomorrow, which you may keep. I got a few in Dublin for Christmas and you can have one of them),” Giovanni offered. “Allora potrai semplicemente rimetterti i jeans. Tutto a posto, Campione! (Then you can just wear your denims again. Sorted, Big Man!)”

They all guessed Raffaello to be the proverbial hung hunk, but they were in for a massive surprise!

When Armando and Giancarlo returned, their cheeks were red and their lips blue due to the cold.

“Brrr! Let’s get to our rooms. Anybody interested in some liqueurs or something we could order from the kitchen? The rooms only have a kettle with instant coffee and teabags, and not real milk. Shall I get us some hot chocolate perhaps?” Armando asked.

We all agree to the liqueurs and hot chocolate. Armando ordered the liquid refreshments and asked for Limoncello, Disaronno and Frangelico.

“How about we continue our evening in the room of Luigi and Anton, and Pierre and Clive? They have two double beds. I’ll ask reception to accommodate Raffaello for the night and for an extra toothbrush,” Giancarlo said.

We pushed the elevators’ buttons while Giancarlo was at reception.

When he joined us, we got in the elevators and once upstairs, everybody went to their own rooms first to take care of their toilet regimen, brush teeth and then meet in our room 10 minutes later.

The central heating was set at a comfortablle 20ºC, which made a huge difference. Nonetheless, we immediately hugged and kissed each other. Everyone was enthralled with Raffaello and he got more than enough attention and kisses.

“Ita, you’re literally a wet dream on legs! Sheez! And you kiss like a champion! Wow! Guys, you must feel what this man has in his pants …! Ant, this Italian Stallion is going to stretch and fill you like never before!” Pierre enthused.

All the guys came to our room. The refreshments were delivered soon thereafter. We discussed our visit to Pompeii, Raffello told us about the dire effects of pollution and deliberate damage caused by tourists. He said a Chinese man was fined a couple of hundred euros two weeks ago because he removed a small stone from a crack in a wall.

He also told us about his family, and growing up on Sicily. They lived on the outskirts of Palermo. His dad is an architect but now only assists in the company he helped to create in an advising capacity. His mom was a teacher turned housewife, who eventually opened her own small intimate bakery, coffee shot and intimate restaurant. His brothers and sisters are all married and between the four, there are 7 grandchildren – one girl and the rest boys.

While listening to Raffaello, we all had a mug of hot chocolate and the liqueur of our choice. I chose the Disaronno and Raffaello immediately commented on it.

“Very good choice! I love it! May I please have a glass too please?”

We had a nice discussion about Cape Town and told him about Stellenbosch. When he heard Dad is a vintner, he was all ears. When I told him about our new wine that would be fermented from grapes grown on a vine I’ve cultivated, he was impressed and full of praise.

He asked many questions as Italy is also a wine producing country, and his family on Sardinia is related to many of the vintners.

“You’re invited, of course!” I said and got a hug.

“I’ll definitely keep that in mind when I make my final plans for the 2 months leave after episode 13 of the current series is a wrap. But I can't stay with you all the time while I’m there …”

“Says who? Of course you don’t have to, but you’d be more than welcome to stay with us as long as you want. We’d be able to show you around the Cape Peninsula and the winelands. On your way back to Italy, you could take some time a to fly to the Kruger National Park to go see some of the lions who absconded from our cities, and went back to the wild! They were sick of the pollution and noise, and all the tourists who stared at them and then ran away screaming …!”

“Oh come on … I’m not that gullible! But thanks. I’ll have to work out my schedule and will liaise with you regarding dates. Thanks. Do we have each other’s numbers? I don’t think so …” We opened our iPhones and made sure we had each other’s numbers, and I took a picture of him with a glass of Disaronno in his hand for my Address Book. It was an exquisite picture of the statuesque man … wow! He did the same and I saw he put a heart emoji behind my name … wow …!

“Raffaello, after you’ve tasted the Le Roux wines from Le Plaisir Winery, you’ll definitely want to stay in South Africa …! I don’t know what you’ll do, but I'm sure Claire of Boss Models will find you a job, and with our very own in-house Karl Lagerfeldt, our Mr Rubberman, Mr Moustache himself, you’ll be famous before the next grapes are picked!”

Everybody sung Raffaello’s praise but it was clear the guys’ batteries were flat: the usual enthusiasm was absent and the inputs were slower. Even André was quieter, Johann had his arm around Gunther’s waist, his head on the Jerry’s shoulder and at one stage I saw that Gunther’s eyes were closed, and his head was on Johann’s head resting on his shoulder. When Johann saw that we noticed Gunther’s sleepiness, he winked at us and hugged Gunther to his body. Gunther wrapped his arm around Johann’s body but he woke up with a start. He looked so bewildered and he blushed cherry red.

“I think my darling needs his sleep. Thanks for the hot chocolate and liqueurs, but I think we’re off to our room. Piero and Gio, are you staying?” Gunther announced their departure.

After the hot chocolate and liqueurs, we were all ready to go to bed. And most of the troupe was tired and sleepy …

“Before we go, may we be very low-class and ask to please see your very big dick?” sleepy Johann asked.

“No, not at all! It’s not hard yet …” Raffaello said as he stood up and unzipped his pants. He pulled the monster out that was already getting harder by the second …

“It’s enormous! And you want to fuck my baby bro with that monster?” André said as he touched the dick and put his fingers around it. Good luck with that manoeuvre, André!

The guys were duly impressed as they should, because Raffaello’s dick is immense and something to see and admire. The compliments were genuine because we do have a few big ones amongst the members in our group.

Johann, Gunther and Juan also stood closer to see for themselves …

Soon after that, Juan, André, Johann and Gunther excused themselves and went to their bedrooms. Giovanni and Piero stayed with us as they were very curious about Raffaello …! Also because Gio was a soapie star too.

In our bathroom, 7 of us took turns to wash faces, brush teeth and after all was done, the others vacated the bathroom so I could douche thoroughly. I wanted to ensure I'm squeaky clean for the onslaught of a monster, and possibly my two tall hung hunks, and Gio too …?. However, I got the impression the guys were dog-tired and that Raffaello might be the only one of the other 5 who would be interested in some hot fun with me. Perhaps Gio might join us too?

Because I’ve douched earlier before the boys fucked me, before we went to the trattoria, my session on the toilet was done soon.

When Raffaello heard me flushing the toilet, he came back into the bathroom after all the others were done with their preparations to go to bed.

He took me in his arms, hugged me tight to him and pushed his huge hardon against my tummy.

I looked up into the beautiful face of this Adonis and saw only goodness and kindness. He might be a big TV star, he might look better than Adonis and Tarzan and Superman combined, but he was down-to-earth and humble. His chocolate brown eyes were sparkling, his beautiful mouth was smiling and I could see he wanted us to do something, but after a week of shooting and the day at Pompeii, it looked like he was tired too.

He took my face between his hands and looked deep into my eyes.

[This discussion was in Italian …]

“What an absolute pity that you live in South Africa and have a fiancée! And that I’m stuck here for the time being. I have a contract with the studio and I was told they are interested to keep my character for the next season. So, I might be able to come visit you for now, but I have no idea how I would be able to transplant my life to Cape Town to be close to you. I don’t even know if you will still like me after you’ve felt him inside you …” Raffaello said, groping his bulge and his eyes were a little sad.

I hugged him tight to me, felt his massive dick against me and said: “I know all of that, and I’m sad that such things keep people apart who are meant to be together. The group will not mind one bit if you were to join us. All of us get along very well, and you will definitely fit in perfectly. Whether I would be able to take you and one of the others in me together, is another story. Your dick is exceptional on every level and the biggest I’ve encountered. However, I would love to experience you tonight, please?”

“Yes, me too. Thanks for pulling me into your group. By the looks of things tonight, it is possible that it will be only you and I … the guys are all tired after a very long day … but I’ll make it worth it for you …” Raffaello said and kissed me again. His big tongue invaded my mouth, his lips covering my mouth and he hugged me very close to his body.

Raffaello asked if he may use my hair brush as his hair was a bit dishevelled. He also used some of our creams to put on his face. After a long day in the sun, with a white skin like his, he needs to pamper his face.

As soon as we were ready, Raffaello and I entered the bedroom. Luigi, Gio and Piero were already in one of the beds, and it was clear they were more interested to sleep, rather than any ‘extra-mural’ activities. Before Johann and the others left, they all saw Raffaello’s dick.

On the other bed Pierre and Clive were lying in each other’s arms, clearly deeply in love, but also tired and sleepy. However, they all had some action with me before we went to the trattoria, so their ‘barrels’ were discharged!

They all took notice of us but their eyes showed the tiredness after a very long day too clearly.

However, Luigi, Piero and Gio insisted I said goodnight to them properly. I crawled onto their bed and ended up on top of Gio. The other two hugged and kissed me and I felt so wanted, and loved. Then Gio took me in his arms and kissed me like there was no tomorrow.

“Don’t let that monster man destroy you! If he treats you badly, just call and I’ll take care of him!” he joked and kissed me. “Go, enjoy the Monster Man! And don’t get hurt!” Gio said and kissed me again.

“Thanks guys. You’re the best! Sleep well. And I’m not forsaking you!”

“You better not! But no, at least we’ve had a chance with you before dinner … Enjoy, and sleep well!” Gio said. “Non dimenticarlo mai: ti amo più di ogni altra cosa al mondo! (Never forget: I love you more than anything in life itself!)” Gio said and touched my cheek with so much endearing love. The other two still had their hands on my back but it was clear they were half-way off to Lalaland …

I got into bed with Pierre, Clive and Raffaello.

“Come here, you beautiful man! Would you mind if we sit this round out and leave it to Raffaello and you? We’re really tired after a very long day, the dinner, wine and now the liqueurs too. Thanks for the ‘fun’ before dinner … We’re pooped! Sorry!” Pierre said and Clive had his hand on my back as Pierre kissed me.

Then Clive kissed me. “Enjoy the Ita and don’t you fall in love with him and forget about us! Raffaello, enjoy, but don’t hurt our darling man, you hear?”

“Thanks guys. And no, I’d never consider hurting him. He’s too special! I hope you guys sleep well …?” Raffaello said and kissed both of them.

“You’re such a pleasant hung hunk, Raffaello! We’re honoured by your presence and I think you’d fit in very well with our group. I know Ant would welcome you – for obvious reasons! – but we like you too. I hope you enjoy your night with us and with Ant to make your dreams come true. Yes, he is a super special man in our lives, and once you’ve experienced him, you’ll feel the same. Just remember, he is the centre of our liaisons and very important to us all. Not only for sexual acrobatics, but also because he is our friend and we’re more like family - not  just friends. Just enjoy it and don’t hurt him – physically and mentally. If you play nice, you’re in for a surprise and we’ll welcome you into the folds of our group with open arms. Enough!” Pierre leaned over and kissed Raffaello and me, and then Clive surprised Pierre and me.

“Raffaello, you’re one hell of a nice and immensely attractive guy with a dick of death, but a fair warning: I've known him for a very short time, but my dad will also vouch for my characterisation of this man next to you: he is the nicest guy with a nice sense of humour, and with an integrity that’s in short supply, especially in the gay world. Enjoy your night with him and consider yourself lucky. Thus: treat him with loving care – OK? OK!”

Clive, I never knew this is what you think of me! Wow! My heart swelled with love and pride to have him in our group. He leaned to us, and kissed Raffaello and me. “Enjoy it Ant! And I'm shutting off your oxygen if you forget us after a night with his orgasm inside you!”

“Thanks Clive … you’re making my day! Sleep well and no, my love for you and Pierre would never wane!” I said and kissed him again.

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I turned towards Raffaello and looked with awe at this incredible man. I took in his awesome looks, his beautiful slightly curly, very dark hair, chocolate dark brown eyes with gold flecks. His beautiful full mouth that begs to be kissed, and when he kissed me, his lips on my mouth felt like velvet and it was enough to raise my blood pressure beyond what’s healthy!

He was looking at me with so much interest in his eyes. His hands touched my mouth, my nose, my eyes, my ears, my hair …

“What a lucky guy I am to have you in my arms and a whole night with you! You’re exquisitely beautiful and I'm sure Boss Models is very pleased with you on board. You exude such maturity and your sense of humour and your integrity is noticeable. The fact that you’re not scared of what I have, excites me a lot … Feel!” Raffaello said and kissed me.

I let my hand glide over his dark satin-like body hair and when my hand reached his sternum, I felt the tip of his dick pushing up against my hand … the head was sopping wet and when I took it in my hand, of course my hand didn’t fit around the shaft of this monumental dick with the huge head and opening.

I appreciated it that I had his massive, thick 35cm uncut dick in my hands with such a massive head. I pushed the skin back to reveal the head, slimy with precum.

My hand slid down the massive shaft down to the balls … I took one in my hand: it filled my hand! Incredible! This man is a real giant. At 1,92m, he is a very tall and a big man, and big in all the right places.

“Shocked and worried?”

“No, not in the least. I’m pleasantly surprised. It’s exceptional and very big, but I want you to put it in me, fuck me and give me all your cum – every last centimetre and drop of it. And, your precum feels like it is more than enough to get it into me, and if you add spit and some of my precum, it will go in. Just take it slowly. I want to feel how it enters me, fills me and not with artificial help – only our own precum and spit. I hope you'll give me lots of cum and stay inside me till it’s hard again. Then I want to suck you till you cum inside my mouth. Then we can use some of the cum so you could enter me again, and stay inside me for the night …”

“You’re not serious, Antonio! Do you realise what you're about to experience? Only precum and spit? It will kill you!”

“No, it won't, as long as you take it slowly. You have so much precum, it is enough to push him into me. I love big dicks, and before we met you at the trattoria, the guys fucked me to open me up for you. So, I’m stretched and ready to welcome you inside me!”

“And if I want to stay and never leave?”

“That is debatable and I'm offering my hole to you for the whole night …”

“You ARE serious! Really? A whole night long? How will you survive?”

“I’ll survive. I will enjoy every centimetre, every millilitre and every second of it. So, make it last! And if you’re ready for some more during the night, and he is willing to come to the party, just do it! Fill me up and make me yours!”

“I’ve died and gone to heaven! I can't believe what I’m hearing! Antonio! You’ll make me relocate to South Africa and leave behind everything here! Wow!”

I felt his huge dick throbbing against my tummy.

I slipped from his embrace and traced his hairy tummy to the tip of his massive dick head, way beyond his belly button. The precum has already made a monumental mess on his tummy. I licked the precum and once again, it confirms to me it's the most divine and delicious liquid on this planet.

I passed his dick and sucked on his huge balls. No chance to get more than one in my mouth, so I didn’t even attempt it. He groaned and caressed my head. He pulled my up so that his dick was just below my mouth. It smelled so nice and it was such a glorious sticky mess with his precum all over his tummy.

I licked the precum from his body and when the big head was in the way, I pushed it deep into my mouth. It entered my mouth but like at the trattoria, there was no way to get more than the big head and a bit of the shaft into my mouth.

I swirled my tongue over the head, under the head, bit the head gently and fondled his balls. The man sounded like he was on a tsunami of sensations. I loved to feel the dick head in my mouth and the taste of the precum, but I wanted him to make me his bitch before we were too tired and sleepy.

He pulled me up and tight to him. He moved to lie on top of me, and kissed me with so much gentleness, so much kindness and so much desire. I pulled my knees up next to his sides so my hole was exposed. He pushed his legs up and under my thighs. I was underneath him and loved his weight pinning me down. I took the huge dick and pushed it between my legs. He started to hump my hole with his big dick head, smearing lots of precum over my hole.

I lifted my butt and added spit on my hole. He took some spit from his mouth and put it on his dick shaft, and spread the precum over the massive head. He bent his body so his dick was more in line with my hole and I guided it to my hole with one hand.

He retreated slightly and when I felt the head directly on my hole, I said “sì! (yes!)” and the tip of the head started to pierce my hole. He pushed about 2cm into me, pulled out, smeared more precum over the head, added some more spit and reinserted it into my hole, this time about 5cm.

The sensation was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. The huge head was so thick and stretched me so much, I felt like shooting my load on the spot!

He repeated this again and again, every time a bit deeper. I thought I'd be sorry not to use lube, but it felt great. The stretch the guys gave me earlier was the right idea.

When the massive head scraped over my prostate I gave a small yelp.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No, but it was fantastic to feel your dick stimulating my prostate.”

“Can I push in deeper?”

“Yes, of course, YES! Please! Make it twitch and pulse more, please? When you encounter my inner sphincter, just continue to push gently …”

“What? You want me to push in that deep? Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure! Just slowly and gently. It will go in. Then when it is in all the way, I want you to lie on top of me and make your dick pulse inside me. Multiple times.”

“I’ve really died and gone to heaven! I’ve rarely met a guy who was willing to let me fuck him, let alone only with precum and spit! Now I’m doing it, and will be going in all the way and make your hole mine! You're mine now, forever and ever!”

“I’d be happy, but Luigi, Piero, Pierre, Clive, Gio, my brother, Juan, Johann, Gunther – they all have a piece of me. If you’re happy to share, I’m all yours, for now! Please push in deeper!”

When the huge head pushed against my inner sphincter, I thought it might not go in, as the sphincter just wouldn’t budge … but after a few attempts, it happened. The huge head entered my colon and he was home free! He pushed the last 15cm of his immense dick deep into my colon, and made it twitch.

I yowled silently and hugged him close to me.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No! It’s wonderful. Yes, please! Yes. Please. Give it to me!”

I felt his immensely big balls against my butt … it felt divine!

He made it twitch a few more times and then started to fuck me slowly. Then he raised his torso and pulled out all the way …!

“No, what are you doing?”

“Doing it again!” he said and pushed in again immediately. This time not so slowly and when he got to the inner sphincter, it went in easier. He made his dick pulse again and fucked me with slow deep thrusts.

I was in heaven. He was kissing me, he was lying on top of me, his massive dick was balls-deep inside me and I was stretched as if I was double-fucked.

I wondered if I’d ever be able to handle him and Pierre or Clive together …

“OK if I cum now? I have a huge load I want to give you! Want it?”

“Yes, of course yes! Please give it to me!”

He fucked me and he started to breathe deeper and faster, and I felt his massive dick swell to monstrous dimensions. Here it comes, I thought.

He pushed in as deep as he could one last time and held still. I could clearly feel how the monster dick exploded inside me and pumped his glorious thick creamy cum deep inside me.

He had his arms around my neck and head and was kissing me. His body convulsed and his dick twitched and then it happened: I came without touching myself … the sensation of the man’s love-making was just too much.

I felt how my cum glued us together. It was a lot too, and then he kissed me again.

“I’ve fallen in love with you, Antonio! This could never be the one and only time! We’re made for each other! If Luigi doesn’t marry you, I’m marrying you! This was the best half hour of my life and I want more!”

“You’re more than welcome in South Africa!” I said.

We lied still – Raffaello on top of me, my legs now alongside his legs, his massive dick still deep inside me, his face hovering above mine … our noses touching and he let some of his saliva drip into my mouth … I was a goner!

I hugged him close to me, he put his face next to my cheek and kissed my ear.

“Thank you so much …”

“Thank YOU! It was intense and wonderful!”

He pulled the duvet over us and we both just enjoyed the moment …

He started to relax, his breathing calmed down and both of us were caught up in a post orgasmic relaxation, and we were drifting … drifting … drifting … our bodies glued together with my cum, his body on top of me, my arms around his chest …

I felt the warmth of his body, his hairiness … and that was the last I remembered …

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