Venice Is For Lovers, Part 1

[ m/b, humil, tort, anal, oral, molest ]

by dale10

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Published: 27-Oct-2012

Word Count: 2585

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They say to be in Venice without a lover is like sticking a knife in your heart. Well, I arrived without a lover, but I had plans. Oh my yes, I had plans. It was August and the sleepy holiday month for Italy, but also a month when lots of good looking tourist boys stop in the magical city for a few days, or even just hop off the cruise ship for a few hours. Long enough to fuck them. I traveled for almost a month, so I have lots of boy ass to discuss with you.

I was always told one has to arrive in Venice by sea. One can go from the airport to the Venice bus terminal by bus and as tempting as a bus terminal seemed to gauge the potential for available boy ass, I opted for the boat ride in from the airport. I was not disappointed. It was the most magnificent introduction to a city I have ever had. I have climbed mountains in Tibet, eaten curry in the the back alleys of Delhi, slept with a boy and his two brothers in a small house in Luxor Egypt while the family horse munched hay in the next room, and done much more, but I must say, for me at least, Venice was the spot that most swept me away. The beauty everywhere is overwhelming. But I know you are not interested in the beauty of the city..or the music..you are interested in the boys and the sex. So I will try to stick to that as much as possible.

The first encounter I had with a young man was with a sixteen year old tourist from Germany. He was traveling with friends and so had to be discreet about his contact. He eyed me in the airport and then we both boarded the same boat. He kept turning his head to make contact, and before we left the boat, he passed me his name and hotel. I did eventually fuck him, but not until sometime later int he trip. He looked very experienced for a teen boy, and I wanted fresh boy ass. I found something a bit more appealing on the deck of the boat; a boy of about thirteen with a nice round young ass encased in a pair of well fitting shorts. He was with his mom and little brother, but being a boy of thirteen, he wanted some independence. He moved to a section of the deck less frequented, and I followed.

I never spoke to him, but I stood next to him looking at the beauty of the smaller islands we passed on our way to Venice itself. The boat stops at the Lido where beach hungry beauties of both sexes board to go back to their hotels. As the crowd on the ship increased, I moved closer to the boy. I began to let my arm brush against his. He leaned on the rail and stuck his ass out as if inviting me to fuck him right there on the boat. Of course that was not his intent, at least I don't think so. Could a boy that young be such a cock tease? He kept looking at me and smiling. Then as the boat pulled away from the Lido dock and tilted just a bit, he pressed his young body against me. He was youthful perfection as the photos I enclose show, short cropped hair, flashing bright eyes, a nice cocksucker mouth. I knew I would never get him, but what better way to approach Venice than to be pressing up against the strong smooth body of a young boy while the city's domes and spires grow larger and larger. The passengers filled the deck to see the sights, and I found myself behind the boy. I pressed my hardening dick right against the crack of his ass, pretending that I was being pushed from those behind me. And the boy accommodated me by pressing back. I was wearing jeans and my fat hard dick fit snugly into the boy's shorts covered ass crack. I started to move up and down, this way and that, straining to see the approaching sights, and getting my fat fucker into the kid's ass crack as much as I could. Oh how I wish he could have dropped those shorts, and I could have actually eased my dick into his hot moist boy hole. But of course it was not to be. I dry humped him for almost five minutes, and from the way he worked his ass back into me, I know he was enjoying it.

Alas, it was all too short and sweet. I did get to slide my hand up under his shirt to feel his smooth sweaty body. He gave me the sweetest smile. I was going to ask him where he was staying, but his mom arrived, and I had to move away. He kept looking back at me. I really wanted to work that boy hard, but never got the chance.

My contact in Venice was a young cute hotel manager named Giacomo. His mom ran the small hotel where I stayed, and he made lots or extra money as a boy pimp. I had gotten his name from a friend back home. Giacomo knew my stories and my taste. He had several interesting encounters lined up for me. First though I wanted to shower and unwind. I had been traveling for over a day and was sweaty, tired, and horny as fucking hell. Giacomo showed me my suite. It was lovely with balcony doors that looked across a small canal to the house where Mozart stayed when he was in Venice. He threw open the french doors and gondola music drifted up at once into my room. As I stripped, I got tears in my eyes. I grabbed Giacomo and tongue kissed him hard. He felt my hard penis in my jeans. He was nineteen and one of those boys who just fucked all the time, constantly. I doubt he did much else in life except help run the hotel and fuck. It turns out lots of gentlemen looking for some boy action stayed at this hotel.

I told Giacomo that I was sweaty from the long plane ride, and that I needed a shower. The sweet concierge offered to lick me clean. He slowly stripped me and proceeded to lick my armpits, my balls and my ass. He was a very perverted young man which paid off when I reached my stride with the boys. While he licked me, and my dick dripped onto the marble floor, I quizzed him about what was available. He tole me he had a beautiful ten year old boy lined up for my first evening. He rubbed his face all over my fucker and sack, leaving tracks of pre-fuck across his nose and cheek. He then discreetly suggested that I might want to save myself for the ten year old. He reminded me that since I was paying a healthy sum for the boy, I might want to get my money's worth. I reminded Giacomo that I spoke no Italian, and he assured me that all the boys he would provide spoke English at least a bit, and if they did not, he would be there during my sessions to translate. I hate to see a boy crying or begging and not know what he is saying. This happens so often in Japan, and I miss some of the fun. Anyway, Giacomo was now gently pumping my dripping dick, and I was getting close. I told him I agreed that I should save it for the boy. He smiled and licked some scum from my dick head and told me he hoped I would find some time for him during my stay. I promised and decided to shower and relax.

The nice young man followed me into the bathroom and turned on the shower for me. He adjusted the temperature and then invited me to enter. He picked up a sponge and began to wash me. What a fine hotel! My fuckmeat was bouncing and leaking strings of fucksnot. He scrubbed my back, my ass, my balls and my dick. He washed my armpits and feet, and then told me he would leave me to relax.

I slept in the cool shade of my room, the french windows open, curtains swaying in the slight breeze, music drifting up from the canal below. I must have been more exhausted than I realized, for I was awakened by a rather insistent knocking on the door. I threw on a pair of boxers and opened the door. There stood Giacomo with a big bright smile on his face, eating me with his eyes, and at his side, a beautiful blond haired boy of ten. He introduced me to Claudio. Claudio was very polite and spoke English with a heavy accent. He seemed a bright boy, and was quite beautiful. Giacomo insisted that Claudio strip naked to make sure I approved of him. The boy was slender with a flat still unformed little boy chest, a narrow waist, and a really darling little boy prick. His ass was his best quality, well formed and round and high and pale and soft and cool. I slid my fingers down into the crack of his ass, and he pressed his hole against it. He wiggled and pushed so that my finger slid into his asshole.

"I promise you, he has not been used too much. His ass has only been fucked a few times by his uncle who has a tiny dick, so he had not even been stretched too much. His uncle needs money, so the boy becomes available. And please, Sir, do not be afraid of being too rough with the boy. His uncle is deep in debt. Do whatever you like to the young bitch." Giacomo gave me a big grin. I ran my hands over the little boy's chest, fingering his flat young nipples.

"Well his nipples need some work, as does his baby sack. Has he ever tasted piss?" We talked about the boy like he was a prize animal. He stood there trembling with fear or anticipation.

"No Sir, I am sure your piss will be the first he ever drinks. His father is a drunken Catholic who only fucked the boy after his wife left him. He much prefers female cunt. I don't think he is into things like piss."

I ran my hands through the boy's hair and tilted his cute little face up toward me. "Are you going to be a good boy and drink my piss?" I asked him.

He looked scared but nodded and tried to smile.

"When I ask you a question, answer me." I twisted one of his little boy tits.

" Yes Sir, I will drink your piss." He made a face and wrinkled his cute little nose.

"Good boy. We're going to play lots of games and I want you to enjoy them."

"Your dick is so large, Sir, it is sure to give him great pain when it fucks into his ten year old ass." Giacomo's smile grew.

I turned the boy around and felt his tiny ass cheeks. Then I spread them to get a really good look at his baby pink asshole. I prodded the hole with a finger. The boy rose up on his toes.

"Stand still when I finger you..." I said with a stern voice. He trembled but stood still while I finger fucked his little boy asshole. It would indeed be a great fuck.

I slid my boxers off and showed the little boy my hard leaking fucker. I loved how his eyes grew wide at the size. "This is going to go up your ass." I told him.

He made the cutest sound; a kind of frightened baby animal "oooohhhhhh."

"But don't worry, I'll let you suck it first to get it nice and wet. And after I fuck you, if you are a really good fuck, I'll allow you to lick my big fat balls and my asshole too. And then I'll let you drink my piss. Won't that be fun?"

My dick gave a lurch as his beautiful eyes filled with tears. It was wonderful. They ran down his cheeks and dripped from his chin.

"If you want him to stop crying, just slap him." Giacomo offered, raising a hand to help me.

"No, no, let him cry. I find it beautiful. He's going to be a good boy, I can tell. The only time he mustn't cry is when i forbid him to cry while I whip his ass. That's when I need him to be a brave big boy, so we can see how much pain he can take. Brave little soldier!" I lifted his beautiful face with one hand and spit into his face. I watched the spit mingle with his tears. His lower lips trembled and he chewed on it in fear.

"Emmmmmmm, bed time."

"Please do not hesitate to telephone the front desk if you require anything. Oh, please close the french windows before you fuck him, the sound of the boy screaming will carry to the canal below."

I ran my hand down over the boy's beautiful tummy and squeezed his flaccid little penis. "He's going to be a good boy. He can cry all he wants to, but he won't scream. He won't even scream when I go to work with the needles. Oh, and Giacomo, to thank you for your careful and considerate attention, how would you like later this evening to go out for a drink at Harry's Bar?"

Giacomo fairly glowed. "Oh, I would love that, Sir. It is the most famous bar int he world. Many movie stars go there. But you know, It is very expensive?"

"That's fine, money is no problem. I want to treat you. I don't like to go to bars alone. But what will we do with little Claudio while we go out?"

"Oh, no problem. We will tie him and gag him and lock him in the clothes cabinet."

"And Giacomo, I want to purchase some sex toys...various dildos and tit clamps and an ass spreader. I couldn't bring those things on the airplane, where can I buy those? "

"You'll have to take a train to Verona. There is a much larger gay sex scene there than in Venice. We are rather quiet and discreet here. But It's only an hour or so away, and there are a number of shops that sell sex toys."

"Until i get a chance to take the trip, perhaps tomorrow, can you suggest anything I can use on little Claudio's ass in lieu of a dildo?"

"How about a wine bottle, Sir. Venice is filled with wine bottles. That would certainly stretch open that little cunt."

"Great. Find me a nice wide wine bottle, okay?" I cupped Claudio's tiny ass cheek and squeezed. "We want to get this little boy wide open. And maybe later tonight, you could join us, and we can fuck him at both ends at the same time."

"Oh, Sir, that would be a great honor. I usually can't afford to fuck the young ones myself, except for the gypsy boys."

GYPSY BOYS IN VENICE? MY MIND BEGAN TO SPIN WITH POSSIBILITIES.

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Andy

Hot story dude, keep it coming!

coybum88

Awesome story as always

boylvrj

Another great story Dale, I patiently waited for Loliwood to come back online to read another fabulous story by you. I especially love the nc/tied ones but every story you write always is perfect.

Brenda

Perfect. I hope he does everything he says he will do to the boy.

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