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The Franconi’s were an Italian family that lived two homes away from us. Although both parents had been born in Italy, all three kids were born locally. Marco, the dad, was a short and stocky man. There was no doubt that as a younger man he had been a very good-looking individual. His wife Karina was stout and motherly. They had three kids. Theresa, was the eldest, was married and was a carbon copy of her mother. Giovanna, their second daughter, was the good looker of the family and was working in Italy. Giuseppe, the youngest sibling, still lived at home.
Giuseppe had regrettably not inherited his father’s good looks. He was slightly overweight and lumbered about in an awkward manner. To add to his woes, his mouth always hung open giving him a dopey expression at all times. Giuseppe was eighteen-years-old, two years older than me, and had left school early to enroll in a plumbing trade.
In the two years that we had lived in the neighbourhood, we had very little interaction with the Franconi’s apart from an occasional friendly wave. That was soon to change when my parents decided to do a few alterations to our home, and with Marco being a builder/handyman, decided to use him for the job. Marco did an excellent job, and during the process, our fathers became very good friends. By way of a thank you once the work had been completed, my dad arranged a getaway to a mountain retreat with Marco and Karina. As the two couples would be gone for ten days, Karina insisted that she should pre prepare meals for Giuseppe and me, for the duration of their holiday.
I thus arrived at their home, on that first Friday evening after their departure, to have dinner with Giuseppe. The food was excellent and Giuseppe’s company turned out to be far less taxing than I had anticipated. In fact, we got on very well. I particularly enjoyed the two beers he gave me, a custom that was not permitted at my home. As the evening wore on Giuseppe also became insistent that I stay over at his house. As he repeatedly assured me, he had a large room with two three-quarter beds, perfectly suited to the arrangement.
After we undressed, with both of us only wearing underpants, I was about to get into bed when he asked, “Do you normally sleep with your underwear on?”
“No, I normally sleep naked,” I replied.
“Me too,” he answered, before pushing his underpants down.
As he stood naked before me my jaw almost hit the floor. Giuseppe had an enormous fat uncut knob that looked like a dark sweet potato. From its base, the shaft widened substantially, before tapering down to a fleshy spout. It wasn’t pretty but unbelievably impressive. As if this was not enough, Giuseppe’s dick hung over a large sack of bulbous and weighty looking balls. I quickly had to compose myself, before also dropping my briefs and climbing into bed
We spoke in general for a while before he asked, “Do you often wank?”
“Sure,” I replied.
“Me too.” There was a brief silence before he asked, “Well, why don’t we become wank-buddies?”
Without awaiting an answer, Giuseppe flipped his duvet open and took himself in hand. Gingerly, I followed suit. I tried not to blatantly stare, but occasional glances at the dick of death next to me had me convulsing with lust. The look of pleasure on Giuseppe’s face and the groaning sounds he made were mind-blowing. As he tugged on his knob, he also caressed his nipples with his left hand.
“Let me know when you get close because I can delay my ejaculation for ages,” Giuseppe advised.
I had no intention of hurrying because I was enjoying my occasional peeps far too much. Unfortunately, good as my intentions were, I was so overexcited by the vision next to me that I announced my orgasm a few minutes later. As I started shooting, I fixed my gaze on the grunting image opposite and was overawed by the amount of spunk emanating from his dick. Giuseppe’s entire chest and stomach were covered in cum. As if I hadn’t already had enough visual stimulation, the next thing I observed floored me completely.
Giuseppe commenced scooping up his cum and licking it off his fingers.
Unable to resist, I blurted, “Do you always eat your spunk?”
“Sure,” he said, “Ever since I was able to shoot.” After a pause he continued, “Haven’t you ever tasted your own cum?”
“No,” I answered.
“Give it a go,” he then suggested.
Figuring, that when in Rome… I scraped up my pathetic spillage before licking it off my fingers. Truthfully, I cannot say I liked the taste too much. As I continued watching him, Giuseppe consumed all his own spunk before rubbing the residue into his body.
Shortly, he pulled his duvet back over himself, thereby ending the show. Before turning out the lights Giuseppe looked at me and said, “I’ve really enjoyed having you around tonight. Please sleep over at our place for the rest of the week.”
“Yeah, no problem,” I replied, trying very hard to hide my total exuberance.
After the light went out, I lay listening to his breathing becoming heavier as he drifted off to sleep. I had never had a more exhilarating experience in my life and wondered what other thrills may lay ahead for me. The week that I had actually dreaded was turning into a phantasmagorical episode in my existence. Elated, I finally drifted off.
The following morning as I awoke Giuseppe was looking at me. Somewhat self-consciously, I arose and announced that I needed a piss.
“I’ll join you in a moment,” he replied.
As I was terminating my morning pee Giuseppe entered the bathroom. His dick was still semi erect as he walked in, and once more my eyes almost spun in my head with excitement. Asking him if I should hold off flushing the toilet, he shook his head and told me to go ahead.
“I like to piss in the shower in the morning,” he informed me with an impish grin. “My dad and I drive my mother crazy, and she always craps us out for being messiest pissers in the world.”
After I flushed the loo he gestured for me to enter their large shower with him. As I took up station beneath the shower nozzle he to me to resist from turning the water on. Next, standing beside me he aimed his dick at the shower drain and let rip with a torrent of piss. The volume of liquid spraying from his foreskin spout was astonishing. I was totally entranced. Once done, he flapped his huge dick about dispensing with excess moisture, before he moved his fingers downward to massage the last residue out of his foreskin.
With a naughty look in his eyes, he said, “Well, now that we are officially wank-buddies, should give it another go?” I simply nodded my head.
Facing one another, we commenced tugging on our cocks. “Remember to tell me when are getting close,” he reminded me.
Again, I did my best to delay my eruption for as long as possible and fortunately, this time, I managed a minute or two longer. When my announcement finally came we frantically began pumping our dicks. As Giuseppe tilted his head backward, his hips automatically moved slightly forward, placing our cocks an inch apart. I then watched with delight as globs of his spunk splashed onto my knob. I wasn’t going to miss out on an opportunity like this, and sweeping my hand down my dick scooped up his jizz between my thumb and index finger before lifting it to my lips. As I lapped on his lava, it dawned on me that the taste of cum was definitely a delicacy that would grow on me.
Next, water poured over us as we took our morning shower. A further delight to me was his suggestion that we wash one another’s backs. I did his first and when he washed my back, I was overjoyed when I felt his knob brush up against me from time to time. As we dried off, once done, there was a look of intimacy, or possibly imagined intimacy, in his eyes.
Giuseppe made us a great breakfast afterward, and after doing the dishes he told me that a workmate had lent him a couple of great movies for the weekend. Two movies later, we had a sandwich for lunch and of course, a beer to wash it down. I finally mentioned that my folks wouldn’t be happy if they knew about this.
“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” he replied. Then in a serious tone, he added, “Teddy, nobody needs to know anything about our week together.” Again I wondered if I wasn’t reading too much into that statement.
After three more movies that afternoon and with both of us square eyed, Giuseppe again warmed up one of his mother’s incredible meals.
After dinner, we sat around chatting and enjoying a few more beers. I was amazed that after six beers that day I felt as good as I did. By nine, Giuseppe suggested we head for the bedroom.
After undressing, unlike the night before, Giuseppe stood naked before me. “Let’s become proper wank-buddies tonight,” he suggested, and then explained. “You wank me and I’ll wank you.”
With a very loud ‘fuck yeah’ resounding in my head, I bashfully answered, “Sure.”
After both extending our right arms, we then took hold of one another’s cocks. My hand was trembling with excitement as I took hold of his knob. Finally, third time lucky, I thought to myself. I was overawed, firstly by the weight of his dick, but more remarkably by the satin texture of the skin of his cock. As we leisurely tugged on one another’s knobs with arched torsos, our faces were side by side. I was really hoping that Giuseppe would kiss me, but he did not. I did, however, enjoy the sounds of our mingled contentment.
After a long while, I heard Giuseppe whisper, “Do you want to become spunk-buddies?”
“Yes,” I murmured.
Giuseppe let go of my dick and moved slightly backward. Then he told me to tug my cock and cum in the palm of his hand. Not long after I shot my load into his palm before he lifted it to his mouth and sucked up the spunk.
As he licked his hand clean I got to my knees before him. Giuseppe immediately commenced jerking his knob and said, “I’ll tell you when to open your mouth.”
This was not what I had hoped for, but I obediently went along with his suggestion. As I looked up at his face I could see a mounting excitement in his eyes. As his orgasm approached I was told to open my mouth. I wanted to lick his cock but didn’t want to chance my luck. I was, however, pleased when his dick occasionally touched my lips as he urgently tugged on it. At last, his heavenly lava flowed into my mouth. The taste was fantastic!
Moving his body backward afterward, his thumb and forefinger milked the last few drops of jizz from his foreskin. I was elated when he extended his hand to me and allowed me to lick his fingers clean.
“Did you enjoy that?” Giuseppe asked.
“Fuck, yeah,” I replied, as I got to my feet.
“Bedtime,” he then stated, with a smile.
The following morning we both got up, and with our morning hard-ons pointing the way, headed toward the bathroom. I immediately entered the shower with him and with a laugh I suggested, “Let’s become piss-buddies as well.”
“Proper piss-buddies?” he asked, incredulously.
“Sure,” I replied, not fully comprehending what that meant.
“Face me,” he ordered, as we stood next to the drain.
Next, Giuseppe grabbed hold of his dick and began spraying piss all over my crotch. Naturally, I returned fire and soon our stomachs, crotches, and legs were sodden with piss as we guffawed with delight.
As we stood looking at one another with empty bladders afterward, on an impulse I lifted my soaked hand to my mouth and commenced licking the piss off my fingers. With a look of total amazement on his face, Giuseppe followed suit.
“Do you like the taste of piss?” he asked, fascinated.
“Yes,” I replied, with a horny smile.
“Good, I’ll remember that tomorrow morning,” he answered, with lustful eyes.
Shortly, our torsos were again bowed as we leisurely began to toy with each other’s knobs. With our heads once more side by side, contented groans reverberated in the shower.
Not long after, Giuseppe surprised me as he turned his head and started licking my ear. Letting go of my dick Giuseppe now lifted both his arms and took control of my head with his hands. The passion that ensued was overwhelming, as our lips became locked in an oral festival. By now, my body being compressed against the shower wall as Giuseppe began grinding his knob into my crotch.
When our mouths parted, with strands of spittle still connecting our lips, he looked into my eyes and asked, “Are you cool with this?”
“Yes, very cool,” I stated, with unabashed certainty.
“How far are you prepared to go?” Giuseppe inquired, with a wild probing look in eyes.
“All the way,” I affirmed.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes. I want to be your blow-buddy and fuck-buddy, anything you want.” I answered, finally being allowed to put my cards on the table.
Giuseppe then continued kissing for a while before I felt my body being pushed downward. From here on, his actions no longer felt tentative and it was as if a shroud of indecisiveness had been ejected from his behaviour. He was now in complete control and had unlimited access to my body, just the way I wanted it!
With the back of my head against the shower wall, I took hold of his dick as he leaned with his hands against the tiles. New ground rules had been promulgated and I was no longer tentative about my actions. I started pulling back his foreskin, watching the parting of The Red Sea. And red it was. Out of the dark hollow, his bright red cock-head began to protrude, emitting a pungent funk as it rejoiced in its gradual liberation. When my tongue began to worship around his cock-head, which was still partially encased in its hood, Giuseppe began to gasp with excitement.
Giuseppe’s patience, however, had its limitations, because before long his thick hands gripped hold of my head as he began demanding full entry into my mouth. A new demeanour now showed itself as he relentlessly pummelled my mouth, hammering his dick further and further into my throat. His former gentle groans had also disappeared and were replaced by animalistic grunts. Accommodating his knob was a strain but I was so horny that the discomfort did not concern me in the least.
After Giuseppe finally shot his load I kept licking his cock as I tugged on my dick. Once I had also cum I looked up at him and smiled.
“Have you ever been fucked before?” he asked.
“No,” I answered.
There was a look wonder on his face as I got to my feet.
After our shower, Giuseppe made us another great breakfast, as he had done the day before. As we ate he asked me if I had really enjoyed our shower that morning. I gave him my absolute assurance that I had.
After the dishes were done we again sat in the lounge and tried to watch more movies. Our attention was on one another rather than the television screen as we fondled and kissed. The one thing that became abundantly clear to me was that Giuseppe was extremely highly sexed. I scarcely had time to catch my breath between orgasms before he was all over me again. His mouth and fingers also became totally focussed on my backside, and I kept wondering when he was going to pop my cherry. It was as if he was deliberately delaying the inevitable, in an inexorable build-up to the big moment.
That evening in the bedroom, however, I knew that the moment of truth had arrived when he told me to lie on my stomach before mounting me. Given the size of his dick, his entry was an ordeal for me, but I hung in and was very pleased later when it turned out to be one of the most memorable experiences of my life.
The rest of the week was fantastic and we were rather sad when our parents finally got back. Going forward we had to be discreet about our ‘friendship,’ but thankfully ‘opportunities’ frequently arose.
Two years later, after Giuseppe qualified and I began to work; our parents thought it a great idea that the two of us should share an apartment. Naturally, their assessment was based on financial principles.
Ten years on, I am pleased to report that we are a still a very happy couple.
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