(M/M-oral-anal)

"I'm glad you can visit me in the states," Sandro said, adding more spaghetti on my plate. "Here, have some more," he continued.

"Thanks," I replied. "You know what? You can fatten me up in a night if you keep feeding me with this delicious food," I joked, smiling at him.

"Well, that's my intention," he laughed.

Sandro was really a nice guy whom I met on the internet. To me, his being in his early 30s was such a turn-on. Not to mention, he was Italian. But being close to him made me feel short because he was quite tall. Sandro had a talent in cooking; his cooking was the proof. I wished I had a cook and a lover like him. Very little conversation took place during the dinner, except about guys and gay sex. My cock stirred quietly whenever the words 'cock' and 'fuck' were mentioned.

"Man, I'm so full. I can hardly put anything into my mouth," I said, rubbing my stomach.

"But I'm sure you can still put this thing into your mouth," he uttered, pointing down at the bulge on his jeans.

"You naughty boy," I responded. Our laughter broke in the dining room. Sandro did look so handsome if he laughed like that. Too bad, we could never be lovers owing to a particular reason. We both knew it. Still, we both hoped that we could make love to each other based on our friendship, not just a mere sex.

"Are you hot?" Sandro inquired, unbuttoning his shirt. Still sitting on his dining chair, he threw me a raunchy look. Beads of sweat was running down his forehead and neck.

"Hot?" I asked, squeezing the bulge in my jeans. The sight of his hairy chest peeping through his shirt was too much for me to handle. My cock was rock-hard instantly. I could see, from where I sat, a brown nipple of his. It was kind of pointy, surrounded by soft nipple hair.

"Yeah, hot. Do you feel that the room suddenly gets hotter?" he asked again, unbuttoning one more button. At then, he had unbuttoned all of the buttons, giving me a limited preview of his dampened hairy chest.

"Yeah, it's getting hot here," I quickly continued. "We do need some cool air, Sandro." Out of the blue, I realized that my body began to sweat. The T-shirt I wore under my casual shirt started to get soaked in sweat.

"Too bad, my air conditioner is out of order. Sorry," he apologized. Somehow I sensed that he was lying to me. My feeling told me that he had planned that out so that he would have me in his bed soon.

"Don't worry. I'm used to having this kind of situation back in Indonesia, my home country," I assured him. Immediately, I took off my shirt, leaving my T-shirt on.

Sandro noticed my reluctance to get bare-chested in front of him. "Perhaps, you should take that off, too," he suggested.

"Well, I..." I tried to find an excuse. I surely didn't want him to see me chest because he wouldn't have been able to hold back his lust. And if he got lost of control, I did too.

"You don't have to be shy. Or maybe you want me to help you out?" he offered, getting ready to get up.

"Oh, no, thanks. I can do it by myself," I answered awkwardly. In my heart, I knew that it could lead to something else. Not having any option, I pulled off my T-shirt as he suggested. My wet chest came into the view.

"Nice body," Sandro commented, his eyes fixed to my body. "I think that Chinese guys are very sexy."

"Thanks," I replied, blushing. I put my wet T-shirt on the back of my chair so that it could be dry faster.

"I think I should do the same," he suddenly spoke. With that, he took off his shirt and hung it on his chair. Man, he looked so damned sexy. I could see his bare upper body, glistening with sweat. Sitting in front of him, with a dining table separating us, I couldn't stop watching his body. Under the table, my hand was busily stroking my erect cock; I couldn't cool it down.

All of a sudden, he dropped his fork accidentally. Of course, he bent down to pick it up. As he did so, his eyes caught on my bulge. After picking the fork up, he gazed at me. "Are you as horny as I am?"

I didn't want to answer it. I bent my neck, my chin touching the base of my neck.

"Oh, come on. Just admit it. You don't have to shy. I mean, we're both gay. And we do talk about sex a lot. I know that you want me as much as I want you," he said. He came over to me and went behind me. Gently, he placed his big and strong arms onto my bare shoulders.

Suddenly, I felt my blood stop flowing. The lust inside me was too great to fight against. It was too much for me. If I had to pretend nothing happened, I would have gone crazy. I needed to vent out my lust. I wanted him. Slowly, I turned my head and looked at him in the eyes. I wanted to tell him about how I felt but the cat had got my tongue. I was speechless.

"I can feel the tension on your whole body. You need to relax a bit. Come. Let me give you a massage. You'll like it," he offered, helping me get up.

I couldn't say no to him. Like a sheep, I walked behind him and followed him into his bedroom. Sandro lived in an ordinary apartment, thus there was nothing fancy about his bedroom. The afternoon sunlight was shining in through the window.

"You can lie on my bed. I guarantee that after being massaged, you'll feel much better," Sandro said with a sexy tone. But when I was getting ready to throw myself on his cozy bed, he stopped me. "Wait. You should take off your jeans first. You'll feel more comfortable."

"Well, okay," I replied, my voice quivering with unbearable lust. I knew that I could never had him as my lover but I wanted to feel him inside me so desperately. Turning my back to him, I slowly shucked off my jeans. My heart was beating so hard that I felt I was going to explode. Looking down, I saw a wet spot on my briefs. My cock had been leaking precum profusely. When I turned my body to him, I was very shocked. Grinning, he was standing in front of me naked. His cut cock was jutting obscenely, the head shining with precum. I guessed its length was about 6 inches, the longest cock I had ever seen so far.

"I hope you don't mind. I feel more comfortable like this," he declared, not being embarrassed at all.

Gulping down my saliva, I said, "No problem." As a matter of fact, I would love to get naked, too. But I did not want to look cheap. As the tension rose in me, more precum was discharged out of my cock hole.

Like he told me, I crawled up onto the bed and lay on my stomach, my cock tenting in my briefs. His white bed sheet was soon smeared with my precumming briefs. Soon afterwards, Sandro got on the bed and began massaging my back and shoulder. Although he was sitting on my legs, he didn't burden me with his weight. The touch of his callused hands were both comforting and sensual. I was writhing in pleasure as he loosened up my tensed muscles with his hands.

"Turn around. I want to massage your chest," he said.

I did as he told. As I did that, our eyes met. For some moment, we didn't spoke a word. Yet, our eyes said so much to each other. I could see through his brown eyes how much he wanted me. When his hands brushed against my bare chest, I felt as if electricity ran down my spine. My body shuddered a little but he didn't seem to notice it. His hands skillfully massaged every inch of my body. They moved down and down and down till they reached my briefs-covered crotch. I saw how close his hands were to my dick. He touched the bulge gently and I did nothing to stop him. The excess of my precum was glued to his fingers.

"I see that you enjoyed the massage I gave you," he said, looking down at the wet spot on my briefs.

"Yeah, I did enjoy it so much. You're very good at it, Sandro," I complimented him. "I..."

Before I could say another sentence, he suddenly bent down and sealed my lips with his. It all happened so fast and I gave myself up to him. My body was shivering with delight as our tongues were wrestling. While Sandro was devouring my lips, his hands reached down and pulled down my briefs. My stiff pole jumped out of its cage, challenging him to make it cum. Lovingly, he wrapped his hand around it and started to jerk it off. I was moaning in ecstasy for it felt so great. Being pinned down by his heavy body made me even hornier; domination turned me on so much. He kept kissing me very passionately, his other hand caressing my naked body. His wet member was pressed against my thigh.

"Aaaahhh... I'm almost there, Sandro..." I warned him. It did not took me long to cum because my cum had already been pooled up in my balls.

"Let it come. I want to see you cum," he responded, kissing me wildly again. His grip on my cock tightened. "Yeah, shoot your cum for me. Let me see you cum. Yeah, shoot it. Spray your cum all over me," Sandro whispered lewdly. As he quickened his stroking pace, I gave him all I had.

"Shit! I'm cumming! ... OOOOHHH...!!!" And my hard cock shot its loads like crazy. SSSPPUURRRMM!!! SSPPURRRMM!!! SSPPPUURRMMM!!!! The first shot was powerful enough to land on Sandro's face. The rest shots only managed to land on our body. "AAAARRGGHH...!!! YEAH! UUUGGGHHH!!!... AAAHHHH...!!!! OOOHHH...!!! OOOHH!!!" I was groaning as loudly as I could; the orgasm was too great. My body was bucking wildly like a wild stallion but he steadied it with his body weight. "...hhhoohh... ooohhh... aaahhh..." I gasped as the last wave of orgasm left my body.

"Nice shot, my sexy Chinese boy," Sandro commented, licking off my cum on his face. Bending over towards me, he planted another big kiss on my lips. The sounds of our kissing was echoing in the room.

I thought he would let me go after my orgasm was over, but he didn't. Sandro crawled up and rested his legs on the sides of my body. His pulsating hard cock was swaying menacingly, demanding to be satisfied. I had sucked a few cocks before, but never had Italian cock in my mouth. Opening my mouth wide, I let him slide his cock head in. "...mmmm... mmpphh..." Deliciously salty and bitter taste invaded my taste buds. Italian precum tasted so damn good. I began sucking on Sandro's cock head, milking every single of precum he had.

"...hhhoohh... yeah, baby... suck my cock.... aaahhh.... big hard Italian cock... uuugghh..." he babbled, thrusting his hips. Sandro was groaning in pleasure as he felt his penis in my wet and warm mouth. "..hhhoohh... suck me, baby... aaaarrghh... make me cum... uuugghh..."

My mouth created slurping sound as his cock went further into my mouth. At times, I gagged a little bit, not being able to accommodate his invading cock. When my tongue stroked the underside of his cock head, Sandro got hornier and let out groans of pleasure. Knowing that it was his hot spot, I kept tonguing that area. Sandro's cock was pulsating, drooling out a handsome amount of precum. "..mmpphh.. mmpphh... mmmppfff..." That delicious erotic liquid went down to my throat straight away. I loved tasting men's precum a lot.

My mouth and tongue were busy servicing Sandro's cock, so were my hands. Sandro had a well-built body with little fat on his waist and chest. His full chest seemed to challenge me to squash it. Thus I ran my hands across it, taunting its nipples. Sandro's soft chest hair was brushing against my palms, giving me boosted erotic sensation. Chest and nipples were apparently his other erogenous zones for I could hear his moan get louder. "..hhhoohh.. play with my nipples... yyeeahh... squeeze them hard... aaahhh... pinch them... hhhooohhh..." And I did. His brown nipples were rather pointy, but not pointy enough. Therefore, I pinched them gently, enough to make them react. "...aaahhh... ooohhh... aaahhh...." he kept groaning, not being able to bear the carnal pleasure.

All of a sudden, Sandro thrust his cock deeper and more powerfully. I was shocked and was almost gagged. Next thing I knew, Sandro was cumming in buckets. With a loud groan of lust, he filled my mouth with thick creamy warm man juice. "AAAARRRGGHHH!!!" I could feel that the first shot was squirted so hard that it hit the back of my throat. SSPPUURRMM!!! SSPPUURRMM!!! SSPPUURRMMM!!!! Torrents of cum soon rushed into my mouth and forced their way down my throat. I did my best to gulp all his cum down, but I couldn't. Some got overflowed and dripped down my lips. Meanwhile, that hot Italian guy kept groaning to the rhythm of his ejaculation. "...AARRGGHH!!! ... OOOHHHH!!!! ... HHHOOOOHH!!!! ... " When it was over, only soft moans escaped his quivering lips. "...aaahhh... ooohhh...."

As I was licking the remains of his cum from his cock, Sandro suddenly pulled his cock out. I was a bit disappointed because I was reveling on his cummy cock and he took it away from me. But then, Sandro smooched me gently, almost romantically. I let his tongue went into my mouth and shared the remains of his cum with him. After what seemed like forever, we broke off.

Looking at me intently, Sandro whispered, "Do you want to get fucked?" His warm breath was blown against my skin. "I wanna fuck you. Give me your ass," he added, squeezing my chest.

I just smiled back while saying, "I thought you'd never ask." Anal sex was not a new thing to me. Several guys back in Indonesia had fucked me. But my hole was still tight despite all those sexual encounters I had. Having Sandro's big dick shoved into my ass would be anything but painful. Yet, I couldn't wait to experience it. Rolling to my side, I changed my position again. I chose to lie on my stomach because I was bored with missionary sex style.

A few seconds later, I noticed a cool and wet thing circling on my hole. I could guess that it must have been his slimy cock head. "Are you ready?" he asked, his voice trembling with unspeakable lust. My answer was a nod, but it was enough for him. Sandro began pushing his man pole slowly up my ass. While doing that, he was kissing the back of my neck. As his cock was pushed in further, I let out groans of pain. "...ooohhh... baby, such a nice tight ass... hhhoohhh... I wanna fuck you till I cum in your warm ass... hhhoohh..." Like a train piston, Sandro's cock started fucking me steadily. The sensation of my ass lips clutching at his cock drove him crazy with even greater lust.

But suddenly, I want to give up and end it all for the pain was too unbearable. I could imagine that his cock was tearing my tight ass hole apart. I tried to break free but Sandro wouldn't let me. "Sandro, your cock is hurting me," I said, almost in tears. "Let me go... aaarrgghh... Sandro, stop it... aaaahhh..." I pleaded with him to stop his cock intrusion but he was playing deaf. Instead, he kept pumping his cock into me. I was powerless to fight him, pinned under his heavy sturdy body. "...aarrrghhh... aaarrgghh... aaahhhh..." I cried, trying to enjoy his fucking. Despite the pain, my cock stayed hard, pressed against the bed sheet.

"...ooohhh... I'm fucking you now... aaahhh... feel my big cock... aaahhhh... entering your ass... uuugghhhh... you sexy boy.... aaarrgghhh... your ass is mine.... aaahhhh... fuck you.... aaahhhh..." Driven by his cock, Sandro was babbling about how good it was to fuck my ass. I could feel his pointy hard nipples brush against my back. "...hhhoohh... yeah... take my fucking cock... aaaahhhh.... Italiano cock... aaarrghh.... fuck you...."

The pain started to subsided as I could finally adapt to his big cock. The false sensation of wanting to take a dump came over me. But being pinned down and fucked made me have no choice but to enjoy it. The pain began to fade and was replaced by pleasure. Sandro's cock, although big in size, failed to find my prostate. Nevertheless, just by being fucked, I was satisfied. The feeling of surrendering my ass for him to fuck was so overwhelming that it heightened my horniness. "...aaarrggghh... yeah... fuck me, Sandro...." I groaned, encouraging me. "...use my ass... aaahhhh.... fuck me, you hot Italiano... aaarrggghhh.... breed me...."

"...uuugghh... you asked for it...aaahhh...." he breathed between his heavy breaths. And with that, Sandro really pumped me like crazy. The rhythm got quicker and the power of his thrust became stronger. Due to the intensity of his fucking, the bed we had sex on began to squeaking hard and swaying a bit. Sandro's short animalistic groans accompanied every pounding he did to my ass. I also moaned and groaned, abandoning myself to the pleasure of sex. Our noises were blended in like a music to our ears. Sweat began pouring down and wetting our naked body.

My cock was thrust against the bed whenever Sandro shoved his cock in. In the other word, I was fucking the bed. After some minutes, I could do nothing to delay my orgasm. It was coming fast like a freight train and nothing could stop it. I yelled out, "....HHHHHOOHHH!!!!!" Thus the great orgasmic event took place. SSPPUURRMMM!!!! SSPPUURRMMM!!!! SSPPPUURRMMM!!!! My cum was shot out onto the Sandro's bed as my body was shivering and bucking. Cumming while being fucked was too reat to be described by words. You have to experience it by yourself in order to know what it's like. "...AAARRGGHH!!!!... OOOHHH!!!!.... AAAAHHH!!!!..." Deep orgasmic groans escaped my mouth and echoed in the room.

"...aarrgghh!!! OH SHIT!!!" Sandro cursed, sensing that he, too, was going to explode. "AARRGGHGHH!!!!" Suddenly, he pushed his cock in as far as he could powerfully. Then his cock head began to spray my insides with thick made-in-Italian man milk. SSSPPUURRMM!!! SSPPURRRMM!!! SSPPPUURRMM!!! Cum was rushing into my bowels and resided there. As he emptied his cum into my body, he held tightly onto it. Our body shook together in feverish orgasmic waves. It seemed like to go on for years, but actually it only took about less than a minute. "...hhhhoohhh..." he moaned as the last drop of his cum flowed out of his dick. Having sex with Sandro was really the most wonderful thing in my whole life. For some minutes, we just lay there motionlessly, catching our breaths.

After some time, we regained our strength back. Lying next to me, he hugged me so close to his chest. A kiss landed on my forehead. Then he said, "Sorry about what happened just now. I couldn't restrain myself. You are too sexy and hot."

"No apology needed. I'm not mad at you. I enjoyed it so much, too," I admitted, not being shy at all. I ran my hand across his sweaty hairy chest, feeling its contour.

"Does everything change after what we had tonight? Are we still friends?" he queried, looking a bit worried.

"Of course, we are, Sandro. We're going to be friends forever. Nothing can ever change it. The great sex we just experienced felt greater coz we did it with love and friendship. And we'll always remember this beautiful moment for the rest of our life."

"Yeah, friends forever," he whispered softly in my ears. "So, are you ready for round 2?" he suddenly asked, innocently.

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