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Antipasto......Sex in Venice  

LuckyCasey12 80M
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3/5/2015 4:15 pm

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3/27/2015 4:45 pm

Antipasto......Sex in Venice


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As the months, passed one evening Ren and I found ourselves in the First Class Cabin at 39,000 feet over the Atlantic with me drinking champagne and Ren with his Lemon Drop Martini on our way to Italy with Hunk. He had some contracts to sign and invited us to accompany him…..our first trip to Europe where our destination was Venice, Italy.

The flight was uneventful and eventually our seats made out into beds and we were able to sleep part of the way. This is traveling in luxury. Life around Hunk will has gotten Ren and I spoiled very quickly.

Upon arrival at Venice’s Marco Polo Airport, Hunk said he had scheduled a taxi for us to get us to the hotel….we thought nothing of it. As we got off the plane, a porter with a sign with Hunk’s name on it was waiting to carry our luggage. We followed him outside expecting to find a car waiting. Instead it was a water taxi which provided an incredible trip 15 minute trip at dusk into the amazing city of Venice.

As the water taxi arrived at the hotel’s dock on the Grand Canal, the general manager was waiting to greet Hunk and us with the traditional European kiss on both cheeks. He treated Hunk like a long lost friend and escorted us pass registration and directly to the suite that had been reserved for us.

It was an incredible, opulent Suite over looked the Grand Canal with French doors opening out to a great balcony. We were overwhelmed. As we are surveying our surroundings, a knock on the door alerted us that Hunk had a surprise for us. In walked three hunky masseurs with portable massage tables which they proceeded to set up side by side in the bedroom.

Hunk thought we could use a good massage after that long intercontinental flight. Once the tables were in place, the three masseurs started stripping down to just their jock straps through which we could see very nice cocks.
We were invited to strip and lie on the tables. The<b> masseur </font></b>started working on my back and shoulders which felt great. Slowly he worked his way down to my ass which was totally uncovered and the ass massage he gave me resulted in an immediate erection with an occasional flick near my honey hole.

To glance over and see Ren and Hunk in the same position I was in and the hung masseurs working on them was almost like watching porn…..it was HOT. The masseurs all finished our backs about the same time and had us turn over…..and low and behold, both Ren and Hunk were as erect as I was…..a sight to see. . It was about this time that Hunk announced that we would have a ‘Happy Ending’.

The masseurs started on our chests and stomachs working their way down to those throbbing erections. They passed our erections and proceeded down our legs and finally back up to those appendages which would not go away. In unison, with massage oil in their hands, they started stroking our cocks and balls. I knew at this rate I would not last very long but I was determined NOT to be the first person to bust my nut. With luck I was not the first . Hunk was first, followed by Ren and then me. The sounds of the moaning of ecstasy from all three of us as orgasms started was reminiscent of the “double stuffing spa experience” back in Houston which seemed so very far away as this moment.

As we got off the tables and thank our respective masseurs profusely, we were barely able to walk our legs were so rubbery. What a hell of an introduction to Italy.

That evening after we showered and rested we had dinner on the rooftop restaurant where the view of all the traffic on the Grand Canal was a great sight to see for this Texas boy. It’s taken many years but my dream of a trip to Italy has finally happened thanks to Hunk. I am in Chianti heaven.

The trip, the food and wine, the massage, the “happy ending” all had their effect on all of us and it was all we could do to make it back to the suite and collapse in bed snuggled next to each other in something that was the most enormous European king size bed ever see. I slept an incredible 10 hours straight as did Ren and Hunk.

The next morning as I started to shake the fog of that restful sleep, I woke up disturbed by movement on the bed. When I forced my eyes open, I don’t guess I was surprised to see Ren and Hunk in a 69 enjoying each other’s Morning Wood. I was erect again quickly and so as not to disturb what was transpiring I moved behind Ren and slowly parted his ass cheeks to expose that beautiful man pussy of his. I could not resist the temptation to rim that incredible honey hole. My efforts were rewarded shortly with very loud moans from Ren which surprised Hunk as he had been totally concentrated on Ren’s cock and was not aware of my enjoyment with Ren.

Shortly into our pleasures, there was a knock on the door with Room Service and breakfast. Hunk stopped his fun with Ren’s cock and said in a loud voice, “Come back later” and went back to work on the “Woody” he had been enjoying.

All good things must come to an end but for Ren and Hunk, it was another “happy ending”. As I lay they with an enormous erection, both Ren and Hunk turned to me and both knew what I liked by now. Each one took one of my most sensitive nipples in their mouths. Their tongues and the sucking they were doing in conjunction with Ren stroking my cock with smooth easy strokes. It did not take long and very soon, I exploded with an incredible orgasm spraying cum over everything. We all burst out laughing and headed to the bath to clean up.

My first morning in Italy was off to one hell of a start.

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