In your hotel room

We've been in the pub for the evening, casting furtive glances at each other constantly. No one else has noticed, but the sexual tension between the two of us has been palpable all night. As we leave, you hail a taxi in the street to take you back to the hotel you're staying in. You look at me, and raise your eyebrows. No words need to be said. I jump in the taxi with you.

Back at the hotel, we stumble to the lift. You're all over me, kissing me with an animalistic passion. Your stubble rasps against my lips as you devour me. I can feel your arousal pressing against mine.

We're in the bedroom now, frantically tearing off each other's clothes. I drop to my knees to remove your underwear, to release my prize from its hiding place. I grab hold of your throbbing dick and marvel at its hardness, its warmth. A drop of precum glistens; I dart out my tongue and lap at it. So sweet, so delicious.

I swirl my tongue around your cock head and you groan in pleasure. I'm teasing you now, taking it slowly. Licking up the length of your shaft, sucking on your balls. The torture is too much for you. "Take it!", you growl. They're the first words either of us have spoken since we arrived.

Placing your hand at the back of my head, you guide your dick into my mouth. I begin bobbing up and down the length of it, but you're like a man possessed. Still with your hand holding me in place, you start fucking my mouth with a frenzy. I gag a couple of times as your dick hits the back of my throat, but you're dominating me now and I love it.

OUR SECOND ITALIAN ROMANCE

I know you're close, I can feel it. I look up and gaze into your eyes as your body tenses up and you shoot your seed into my willing mouth. I hold as much as I can, wanting to let you taste yourself like I just have. I stand up, and we lock lips, your fluid passing between us.

I want more. I need more. "Fuck me", I gasp breathlessly. You grin, a wicked, sexy grin and throw me to the bed. I gasp as I feel the coolness of the lube as you apply it to my hole. And then, a finger. Probing, gently probing. I relax, and your finger slides in. And then, a second one. Twisting, turning, opening me up, getting me ready for what is to come. By the time the fourth finger is in, I'm climbing the walls, desperate, gagging for it.

Finally, finally! I feel your cock pressing against my hole. I push out, and you slide it in. I feel a slight discomfort at first as I struggle to accommodate your girth, but I feel gloriously filled in the most pleasurable way imaginable. You start slowly, long slow strokes, almost - but not quite - pulling all the way out before thrusting back in, bottoming out as I take your full length.

Each time the head of your cock passes my prostate, it grazes against it, sending shivers of pure pleasure through me. It feels so good, but I need more, need it harder. So I tell you, and you pick up the pace. In and out, back and forth. Like a jackhammer. I'm not going to last much longer now, I can feel it.

And here it comes. I'm cumming harder than I've cum in a long time. Rope after rope of spunk spewing out of my cock. And with each ejaculation, my sphincter contracts around your cock. The feeling is too much for you. It tips you over the edge and you reach your second climax, filling me up with your seed.

We collapse, breathless and sweating. Exhausted; utterly spent. I cannot wait for round two.