I met Gino on the Internet.. Being Italian I assumed he lived in Italy because he was always talking about it how it was in his home town of Naples, and he spoke with a broken accent.That is when he wasn't talking porn and I soon found out that he is the other way inclined, which was a blessing because I am too. Well not quite because I am bi, but I liked Gino's feedback and his pictures, including one of his you know what...
"Want to see my Italian Job" he asked one day and I said I have seen it, both versions but I preferred the one with Michael Cane!.
"Mama Mia, Pete - what are you like, you maka me laugh so much. I will send the picture now and you will see what I mean...
"Wow!" Then I see what he means. Wow again!
"You lika my Italian job then Pete?"
"I like, how did you get it to that size, that is remarkable."
"Plenty of Italian food which is the best in the world, and lots of - how you say; wanking?. It keeps it from drooping and I am proud to say it has pleased many a gasping soul including a girl or two. But that is before I knew what I was all about. But we had some good jig-a-jigs together and one wanted me to make a bambino for her.
"It was good while it lasted. But enough of me Pete; we have been texting and exchanging on the internet for a long time, I reckon we should meet?"
"You mean you want to fly over and see me?"
"I live in Bristol Pete - twenty miles from you!"
"I thought you lived in Naples."
"I have lived in England for five years; I got a transfer with my firm. I get good money and am happy here, except for the matter I would like to find a real nice ongoing relationship with someone I like.
He was a nice guy, I grew to enjoy our regular chats online. The time came when we decided to meet.
Still being a little cautious we set a time and a place. He would pick me up in his car at a local zoo car park; he gave me his registration number so all was set.
Although nervous I felt it was right and hoped, like twice before when similar arrangements had been made when they didn't turn up, Gino was a man of his word.
It was easy to pick him out, his was the only car in the car parking lot. He gave me a welcoming wave and a great big smile, then asked me to join him in the passenger seat.
We chatted a bit, it was nice and I felt comfortable with him, he was a good looker in an Italian sort of way and had a good body on him. We had shared pictures online of course but you never know if they are genuine.
We both knew what primarily we were there for and we needed to know if we were compatible if we were going to make any sort of relationship between us.
We talked about sexual things like how many times had I been with another guy. I told him the truth which was twice and of course he wanted to know more detail like, did I sleep with them.
"I said I did with one but I have never had an Italian job before."
He laughed and I knew he understood my sense of humour. As we continued to chat he discretely took my hand and guided it to his inner high and boldly asked if I would like to see his Italian job.
The ice was broken and, after I said yes, he squeezed my hand over his crotch and we were in business.. He urged me to massage the gorgeous swelling in his trousers I could tell it was as big as the picture he sent me; and immediately I felt a tingle run up my spine.
This was really happening, it wasn't a fantasy and it felt so good. Frankly I had missed the intimate feel of another guy since Danny ditched me for a drip called John.
It was fine just sensing the feel of cock again. Gino closed his eyes, laid his head back and made sensual approving noises. I spent quality time simply massaging him, it felt so good and buxom stretching inside his trousers. It was just nice to be giving pleasure to this great guy who now perched himself on the edge of his seat, giving me a much better feel underneath.
I wondered if I should take it out, it was still quiet, no other cars parked, and I whispered if he would like that.
"I would like very much Pete. Then see how we go and I will take you to my Villa later."
That sounded good, maybe I was on a promise if I served him well, that was the message I got and I was okay with that. But he was big and that was a challenge if he wanted to go further and opt for the big wet fuck. Just feeling his width through his trousers I could barely squeeze my thumb and forefinger around its stem but what I felt was a strong pulse and that was thrilling in itself, and I was imagining just how much more thrilling would be his fuck.
Just unzipping his trousers made my heart beat increase. I took a few more moments to feel him through his boxer shorts and his expressive moans gave me more confidence to stretch down the waistband and prize out his huge penis which stood up like a proverbial ship mast. It took my breath away sure enough and it was bigger than any I had seen before, it was huge but so very, very pliable and gorgeous. And more apparent; the scent of cock, simply rubbing him up over his trousers and sniffing my hand I could smell him, It was a real turn on and another thing I had missed so much.
"So you like the Italian Job huh Pete?" He laughed. My expression must have been agreeable.
I plied with it some more, getting the feel of it, it felt so nice and had lots of potential, I was already thinking that with a little bit of initiation it would be fun to indulge in some intercourse, even if he could not get it all inside me, it would be fun trying.
If, like the first guy who fucked me, he could prime me with some suitable dildo's that would stretch me to the degree for a good old fashioned deep fuck. And it would make for a lot of fun too. I just love to be all ass like that with someone who really appreciates it..
If Gino appreciated it as much as I now was appreciating the first taste of his Italian Job it would be sheer heaven on earth.
It was really lovely, so lovely and I tasted a sweetness there, and also a taste of the sea, like I got when I went sea swimming, a sort of seaweed flavour and it was divine simple to suckle its head and he adored it so much, he asked me to lick his p-hole and suck up his pre-cum which somehow came naturally, I was bent over his lap experimenting in just how much I could swallow him, let alone stretch my mouth wide enough to take his bulk.
"Try it this way Pete" Gino whispered and showed me how to stretch it right back and suck it sideways, so that my left cheek was bulging with its mass.
"That's better, feels so good huh? I love what you do to my cock, the way you just help yourself."
I was simply in my element that first time with Gino. He was a sheer delight and we took turns in sucking each other, one keeping watch and the other sucking, it was like we were smoking in secret when we were at school and part of the excitement was doing it illegally.
"I hope you are into fucking, Pete. You know I want your ass too don't you?"
He said it as it was and I guess I admired him for being honest. I gave him a hard squeeze to offer my agreeable response, although I knew it was going to be one hell of a task.
"I can see you are apprehensive Pete, buy no problem, it will be better to do it when we are back at my place, when there is no chance of being disturbed, give me some more sucking and balling, I love what you are doing to my cock."
I did and enjoyed, it was so nice to taste cock again. Only then did I realise just how much I have missed it, and now my mouth was full of cock, well half full, Gino was a big guy and handling balls simultaneously I was in my element.
I took time to slowly work my tongue down his long stem and the, prizing his balls upwards, I sucked them too, one at a time very gently, it was so wonderful.
Gino asked if I could just let down my jeans to my knees, nothing more because we would save that for later, but just to see my ass he said, so I managed to wiggle them down for his liking and his response was immediate.
"Wow! Where have you been all my life Pete." He had me kneeling over the passenger seat and gently spread my cheeks apart. He was making all sorts of agreeable sounds and bending down to sniff me there I felt his first touch between and it was so lovely. He spit on his finger and rimmed my hole a little and I felt the passion rise inside me, that hollow feeling that needed filling up. I moved my ass around and heard him sigh.
"That is just waiting to be fucked" he said openly and as there was another car parking nearby he said we had better get back to his place because he had a passion that needed fulfilling and that I had the most fuckable ass ever.
But he wanted just to indulge in a final suck before we drove off. Now he bent down out of site of our new neighbour to indulge. But we needn't have worried because the couple in the next car must have been hot for it because he was already bobbing up and won over his girl who was just happening to glance at me. She was smiling knowingly. At that moment we were both feeling the joy of sex but I was wishing it was me receiving it inside rather than by mouth.
As we drove off I think Gino was having a job to drive and concentrate, his cock was still propped up beneath his trousers and I knew I was in for it big time. I didn't care that it may hurt because it was so big, my passion was as strong as his, that had been developed in our hungry oral encounters and the touching and feeling. And I could still taste him in my mouth.
His cock was lovely and I wanted it like I have never wanted cock before. I wanted my Italian Job right down to the root when I can feel his balls slapping my ass.
I gave him a quick feel on the way home but not too much in case it jeopardised his driving. I was just as hard as he was if not so big. But it had been sucked well and good and felt gloriously numb and so soothed. I tucked it between my legs and thought of Gino's fuck later.
Whatever quality he has to get me into such a state beats me; no other guy has ever had that effect on me. Not like that. It was like I was besotted by him, he was my master and I was his servant. I would not mind that at all. Danny was a bit like that, wanting to tie me up before intercourse and slap my ass with a wet flannel. His fuck afterwards was well rewarding and so too the resulting mouth fuck when he spunked into my face.
I didn't like so much when he pee'd over my ass though, but put up with it for the value of what we did otherwise.
I was glad the journey took just about an hour and looked forward to seeing his 'Villa' but was I in for a surprise!
It was a mobile caravan with a nameplate over the door: 'Gino's Villa' and he knew just what the confused expression on my face meant.
"I travel a lot, suits me to have mobile home, come inside, it is ever so comfy."
He guided me in and yes, it was like a miniature home with all the trimmings, it was cosy and intimate too which I liked. It made me feel instantly comfortable with him considering my purpose there, and why he asked me to join him.
"We shall have a drink to break the ice, what is your poison Pete?"
The swell between my thighs had diminished some but I still felt terribly randy.. I said I would go for a small brandy and coke and he said he would have the same and then we would get down to it.
