Single Room Shared Bath

As we explored each other’s bodies further, the room filled with the sounds of the small Sicilian village coming to life. The bells from the cathedral were ringing in the background. The roar of Vespas buzzing down the cobbled streets echoed in my ears, and the voices of Sicilian housewives on their way to the market floated up from the street below.

Ryan stared into my eyes. “What are you thinking?” he asked.

I wasn’t going to tell Ryan what I was really thinking as I laid there in his arms. When we were done, we would get dressed, go to the train station and go off on our separate ways. I couldn’t help it, though. Four weeks of traveling on my own had made me a little wanting for some companionship.

“Well?” he asked.

Ryan smiled. I sensed he might be thinking the same thing as me, but I didn’t want to say anything about how I was really feeling.

“I was thinking that this is nice,” I said. “That’s all.”

I leaned forward and zeroed in on Ryan’s right nipple. He groaned as I flicked my tongue over his nipple until it hardened in my mouth. When the first was erect, I began to work the other one until it was in the same condition.

Ryan let out a load groan as I began to work his tits even harder. I went from gently biting and nibbling on his nubs to taking the hard points of flesh between my teeth and applying enough pressure to get a rise out of Ryan. As I bit down harder on Ryan’s nipples, he began to squirm beneath me until we both almost fell off the bed.

“Oh, fuck, man. Don’t stop.”

My eyes caught a glimpse of my travel alarm as I went for Ryan’s nipples again. I had missed the 8:30 a.m. train. I didn’t remember when the next one was going to leave for Messina for the ferry crossing to the mainland. At that point, it didn’t seem to matter.

I felt Ryan’s hands on my shoulders, urging me downward–which were my thoughts exactly. I wanted his cock. I wanted to wrap my lips around his hot, hard flesh and suck him dry.

Scooting further down the bed between Ryan’s outspread legs, I paused to look at him. For three days I was admiring him from a distance. I now had the opportunity to burn his image into my brain. I wanted that image to give me reason to smile when I thought about my trip long after it was over.

Ryan’s chest heaved up and down in short gasps as I positioned myself between his legs, my own legs dangling over the edge of the bed. I grasped his cock in my hand before bending forward to take him in my mouth. His cock was throbbing. I could feel the blood coursing through the veins of his thick shaft.

Ryan stared into my eyes as I paused momentarily before going down on him. I was taken back by the shimmer in his eyes. It reminded me of the light reflecting off the blue-green sea in the early morning.

“Do it,” groaned Ryan.

I squeezed his cock tighter in my hand, causing a clear drop of pre-cum to dribbled out his slit. Without a moments hesitation a flicked my tongue across his cock head, licking up his juice, savoring his taste on my tongue.

Ryan cried out when I sucked his cock into my mouth, burying my nose in his damp pubes. I could have stayed there forever with his cock head brushing the back of my throat and his sweet cock juice dripping down my throat.

I eased back on his shaft. My moist lips slipped up the soft skin of his shaft leaving a thin coating of spit. I plunged back down on Ryan’s cock and his body tensed. He grasped onto the sheets, pulling them from the bed as I worked my mouth up and down his cock.

“Oh fuck. Damn that’s good. Suck me. Suck my fucking cock.”

There’s nothing I like more than a little encouragement when I’m sucking off a hot guy. It really puts me in the mood.

Ryan began to buck his hips up and down, forcing his cock up and down my tongue. He left a trail of his pre-cum, leaving his taste in my mouth.

I thought Ryan was going to drop his load when I tightened my mouth around his shaft. He leaned up on the bed and I urged him to lay back down. I didn’t want him to come just yet. I wanted to get him close, leave him wanting. I had other ideas. I wanted a piece of his ass before we parted ways.

It was Ryan’s ass that first caught my attention that first evening in Cefal∙. I noticed him as he walked up the street after leaving our hotel. I wondered if he had seen me follow him to the piazza, pausing steps behind when he stopped to look into a shop window or read a restaurant menu. He must have seen me staring when he stopped and got a gelato at the cafe near the duomo.

Ryan laid there staring as a contemplated my next move. I pulled off his cock and took my index finger in my mouth, getting slick with spit. As I reached between his legs, Ryan shifted back, exposing his pucker.

I ran my finger up and down between his legs, occasionally teasing his asshole. Ryan groaned as my finger played with his ass, He liked it. He wanted it. He wanted it as much as I did.

He winced when I was through playing with him and rammed my finger into his tight chute.

“Oh, shit. Damn.”

I fingered Ryan until he thrashed about the bed like he was having a bad dream–only this wasn’t a bad dream–Ryan was a dream come true.

“Give it to me, Tony. Fuck me. Fuck my ass.”

I plunged my finger in and out of Ryan as fast as I could. His butt was loosening up. I couldn’t wait to get my cock inside him.

As soon as I knew he was ready, I got up from the bed and fished through my overnight bag for a condom. When I found one, I quickly rolled it down my shaft and lubed myself up.

Ryan shuddered as I squirted some lube on his ass and got him ready. His sphincter opened up and my cock slipped inside his ass. It felt so fucking good. He was good and ready for a good fucking.

“Come on, Tony. Fuck me. fuck me hard.”

I nudged my cock against Ryan’s hole and pushed. As I pressed my dick deeper inside Ryan, he drew his legs up to his chest. He let out a growl when I was all the way inside, my balls pressed up against his ass, my chest pressed against his belly.

Waiting a moment to let Ryan get accustomed to having my dick inside, I stared into his eyes. When I sensed that he was ready, I began to slowing buck my hips, forcing my cock in and out of him.

A smile spread across Ryan’s face as I dicked his ass. His toes curled as I fucked him harder. I was all too concerned about the twelve hour train ride to Naples I had ahead of me. I didn’t want to hurry, but this wasn’t going to be a nice leisurely fuck like I usually enjoy.

While I got all caught up about the time, Ryan had wrapped his fingers around his dripping cock and was jerking off. He pumped his prick in the same frantic motions as I was pounding his ass.

“Oh shit. I’m coming,” growled Ryan.

Spurts of hot white spunk sprayed from his cock, puddling on his belly and chest.

Watching him blast off was enough to put me over the edge. I rammed into Ryan one more time before flooding the condom with my jism.

I collapsed on top of Ryan and he wrapped his legs around my back. We were stuck together in a sticky mess.

We laid there a few moments together, our breathing returning to normal. The sounds of Cefal∙ filled the room, replacing the sounds of hot, steamy sex. I laid on top of Ryan, listening to the sounds of the small town and of his ragged breathing. I pressed my head to Ryan’s chest and listened to his thundering heartbeat.

He kissed me gently on the forehead.

“Think it’s time for another shower,” he said.

“You go first,” I said.

Ryan laughed. “Are you always this polite.”

I couldn’t help but laugh back. “You want to share?” I asked.

“Race you to the shower.”

We shared a cab to the train station. There was an uncomfortable silence as we waited for our trains. I knew I would probably never see him again. Ryan lived in Miami and I lived in San Francisco. We exchanged addresses and phone numbers and promised to write, but I was sure it wouldn’t happen. I had been down this route before.

My train came first. I watched Ryan as the train pulled from the station. It was the last time I saw him. The image of him smiling and waving goodbye, his hair shimmering in the hot Italian sun is one of my favorite memories of the time I spent in Sicily.