Vitruvian Man

Vitruvius, was a Roman architect and civil engineer. His work related to architecture, engineering and the human form. His work survives from antiquity.

Leonardo da Vinci, described by author Walter Isaacson as perhaps the most brilliant person to ever live drew Vitruvian Man. This work of art is said to describe the perfect male body proportions. Vitruvian Women was created to show the perfect expression of the female form. The woman was based on da Vinci's Lady with an Ermine. This story will be about the male form.

I was vacationing in Italy as I have done many times before. A beautiful country that is said to contain one-fifth of the world's art treasures. I'm in Italy in October, perhaps the best time of year to visit. I've been traveling Italy from Sicily going north. Venice being my intended last stop. Traveling with only a backpack allowed me freedom to travel at will, through this country. An easily used transportation system allows travel without a car.

I availed myself of many opportunities it explore gay sex Italian style. The internet makes it easy to find places and men that interest me. With my iPhone and a translation app I have made some great hookup. Many Italians speak some American English which I find very helpful.

Europeans including Italians have a different attitude towards sexuality. Different from American attitudes. Italians are open about sexuality regardless of choices of partners or groups. On this trip I've had some enjoyable one nighters with nice guys. But my search for perfection continues.

In my travels my quest has been to find that special male who exemplifies the body of the Vitruvian Man. Examples of the measurements are width of his arm span equals his height. His head is one-tenth of his height. All other measurements continue to define male perfection.

Upon arriving in Venice I went to my pension to check in and leave my backpack. I travel lightly that means no underwear and no socks. I wear athletic shorts and tee shirts. I do have a dress shirt and long pants to wear when necessary.

After the long train ride I had a quick lunch at a street vendor's stand. I headed towards the Metro Veneza Club, a gay bathhouse near my location. I walked over and walked into the club. A handsome shirtless guy checked me in and handed me a towel. I walked to the shower and locker room and removed my clothes.

The sauna at the club is large with two levels on two sides, accomidating up to twelve men at a time. Being early afternoon there were six men plus me in the sauna. It was very warm so I took a seat on a lower bench and began to sweat.

A younger man, perhaps thirty to thirty-five years old asked me if I was American? I replied yes, but my family's come from Sicily and outside of Naples. Then we all were quiet. All the men in the sauna had erections, it was quite a display of hard penises. As time past a few men left the sauna. This allowed the remaining men to stretch out on the benches.

I continued being seated as others reclined. The younger man who'd asked if I was American stood and walked over towards another man. Moments later they were engaged in oral sex. Watching men pleasure each other got me even harder.

I left the sauna for the cold water plunge pool. I jumped in neck deep. I immediately got out knowing the erection I'd had would be long gone. It did feel good as I recovered.

Next up was the steam room. As I walked to the steam room door, the glass was very foggy and I couldn't see beyond it. Opening the door some of the fog momentarily cleared. Then he appeared, an Adonis the perfection of male beauty. Standing perhaps five foot ten to six feet tall, slim with a perfect V shaped chest to waist. His curly brown hair and deep brown eyes further attracted me.

Perfectly muscled and with a completely hairless body he was standing and about to sit down. I couldn't stop looking at him, for he was the living example of a Vitruvian man. His hair was brown and curly his body glistening in the very warm steam room.

As he sat down his abdomenal muscles formed an eight pack. His chest and pectoral muscles appeared rock hard. His arms were well muscled with powerful shoulders. His long legs were firm and muscular.

I sat almost directly across from him on a bench seamlessly made of concrete. My entire body wanted him very badly. He seemed to be looking at me as well. There were a few others in the steam room sitting near by, speaking in Italian. I decided to as his name.

Ciao, I said my name is Donato. He smiled as I continued to say that I was American and from Chicago. His smile broadened as I told him about my travels in his country.

Now he spoke to me in some what broken American English he greeted me with a simple hello. Commuication was a bit difficult in the steam room. I suggested we go to the showers to talk.

We walked to the shower room that has a bench for changing clothes. We communicated with his limited American English and my limited Italian. His Vitruvian body and handsome good looks caused me to have a constant erection. As we continued talking I reached out and began touching him. He too, had a hardon. Our bodies were glistening with sweat and we both enjoyed touching the other's body.

The touching became more intimate. We stood up and embraced. His lips brushed across mine. My hands continued exploring him. I began masturbating his cock as I got on my knees. Nothing seemed to matter now. I started to blow him, using all my mouth and throat I made love to his penis.

Reaching behind him I felt his very firm ass. Using both my hands I spread his ass open and massaging his boipussy. He did not resist as my two fingers slowly entered him. Sensing he was about to cum, I continued sucking and massaging his cock and balls. His body stiffened and his orgasm hit him hard as he expelled sperm into my eager mouth.

His warm wet sperm filled my mouth and I swallowed every drop. To me eating sperm is almost a sacred act. I believe in consuming the liquid that gives life. Eating sperm brings incredible pleasure to me.

As his erection rested, I turned my attention to his incredible ass. I turned him around and began eating his boipussy. I inserted finger after finger to open him up. Then using spit on my cock, I slowly entered him. He was facing the wall. His hands over his head on the wall. I entered slowly then sped up the pace. Both of us covered in sweat. I literally banged him until my screams proceeded my orgasm and cumming in and up his ass.

When I finished we turned and faced each other. He gave me a long slow wet passionate kiss. Then he walked away in the direction of the steam room...