The Stranger 2
Hey everyone,
Here's the next part of the Stranger...still debating whether to turn it into a longer series or not.Please excuse my atrocious spelling mistakes and typos. I am very sorry for the lengthy delays in-between posts but I have really, really important exams coming up...and I am half asian..and therefore my pushy asian parent is cracking the whip so I barely have any free time to write. If you have any questions or want to contact me, or want sneak previews at my latest bits of writing, please don't hesitate to contact me at rooneylooney@gmail.com
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The sunlight filtering in through the panoramic windows caused me to wake up. I stretched and yawned noisily, forgetting I was not the only one in this bed. Behind me, Nico mumbled something in his sleep, and his grip around my waist slackened then tightened again. I tried to remember the events of yesterday afternoon and evening. Right now I should have been in a slightly grubby hotel overlooking the river in the heart of Florence.
Instead, I was in a stunning hunk's villa who I'd met on the train. I smiled to myself about the spontaneity of the situation. I gently removed Nicolo's arm from around my waist and walked over to the windows, opening them slightly and stepping onto the balcony. It was a beautiful morning- the hot breeze warming my skin from the slightly too cold air conditioner in the bedroom.
I heard Nicolo stir and turned to find him sitting up, his hair in disarray. He still woke up looking like a supermodel.
"What are you doing?", he asked me. There was not a hint of sleep in his voice. He was one of those people who woke up sounding perfect.
"Nothing. Just looking at the view". I returned my gaze to the window and thought about how my art teacher at home would probably tell me off for not drawing the scenery or at least taking a picture. I felt Nicolo's arms wrap around my waist, and his muscular chest pressed against my back. He rested his chin on top of my unruly hair and said,
"What do you wanna do today. We still got three days before I take you to your Grandma's".
"Dunno. What's there to do around here?"
"Well..We could go ice skating in the evening if you want. My friend owns the place and we could get in after hours. But that's in the evening. Let's have breakfast and then go for a walk shall we? We can take a picnic with us".
That sounded perfect. I grinned happily and turned around to face Nicolo, kissing him on the cheek.
"Sounds like a plan".
He smiled, and picked me up. I rested my head on his shoulder, and powerful memories from when my dad used to pick me up like this as a child surfaced before I quickly re-buried them to the back of my mind. I didn't want to think about anything else but this moment in time. Nicolo set me down in the shower, taking his underwear off and reached out his hand for mine as well.
I dutifully obeyed, and slipped off his boxers I was wearing. I watched him ball the pants up and throw them into the washing bin. He stepped back into the shower and turned the refreshing, cool spray on. He tilted his head back and let the water wet his hair. I sighed deeply with envy watching his amazing body under the spray. His eyes snapped open, and his arresting gaze held me captivated.
My stomach rumbled, breaking me out of the trance. We both laughed loudly. I ate like a pig at home, usually having a KFC once every two or days. Thank God for my good metabolism.
"Come. Breakfast", he said, grazing my cheek with the back of his hand and turning the shower off.
Like he did yesterday, he insisted on drying me himself. He paid particular attention to my rear, and smacked me with the towel as i walked away. Turning around, I smiled and said,
"Would you like a repeat of yesterday?"
"What, like now? It's kinda early for sex.."
"Actually I was talking about the bit where I took you down and could have quite easily broken your head" I said casually, slipping the towel around my waist.
Chuckling, he said "No sir!"
"Good. Now go and make me some breakfast. I'm starving". He made a big show of bowing, exposing his low hanging cock and balls before retreating to his dressing room. Meanwhile, I strolled into the entrance hall whilst brushing my teeth and searched for something in my bag to wear. It looked and felt like it was gonna be another scorcher today, so I picked out some loose boxers, running shorts and an A shirt. I strolled into the kitchen where Nico was singing along with the radio to "doctor Pressure". Oh dear.
"Won't you help me Doctor Beat? Doc-Doc-Doc-Doc-Doctor Beat..."
"One thing I won't miss from around here is the local taste in music". Nico laughed and swivelled around from where he was buttering a piece of toast.
"Shall I put my iPod on instead?"
"Hmm, please", I responded, trying to look behind his trim figure to see what else was on offer for breakfast. He went back to the bedroom whilst I licked my lips in anticipation of the Toast and Crumpets. Last night's activities had really worked up an appetite. I was already tucking into a crumpet smothered in peanut butter by the time he came back with his iPod.
He placed a newspaper on the table for me, and although it was in Italian I decided to try and understand as much as possible. From what I gathered it said "Former Psychiatrist who held boy captive killed in house fire".
Nicolo's iPod started playing and I instantly recognised the voice of Nina Simone.
"I love this song!". Nicolo seemed surprised that I would like this kind of music, and reached for the remote to turn the volume up. I continued wolfing down my breakfast and after finishing everything on my plate I looked up expectantly for more. Nicolo looked at me and smiled.
"More Boy?! There is NO MORE so you're just going to have to suffer"
"But I'm still hungry" I whined.
"Well. Would you like to try some Italian sausage?". Like a sucker, my intial thought was that he was offering me food, then he winked and I looked under the table to see a growing bulge beneath his khakis. I decided to tease him back.
"Is it a regional delicacy?"
"Oh yes" he grinned mischeviously. "I'm sure you'd enjoy it".
"Oh I don't know. I'm not very hungry anymore".
Nicolo slipped off the chair and stood behind me, resting his large hands with their tapered fingers on my shoulders. He began to gently massage my neck as I tucked into his untouched yoghurt.
"Wow. You have a lot of tension!" Nicolo exclaimed as he began to apply more pressure. All the months of playing cricket and bowling quickly with no warm up had taken their toll. He hit a certain spot and I nearly dropped my spoon.
It was an intense combination of pleasure and pain and I moaned out loud. He continued to rub the same spot and I wanted to cry and cum at the same time. Suddenly, Nicolo dug his thumb into the knot particularly hard, causing me to jerk my hand upwards. The result of which was that I ended up with yoghurt all over my lips and nose.
"You-you!" I spluttered, rapidly getting off the chair and chasing a laughing Nicolo into the living room. He was probably quicker than me over a straight distance, but in the corners of his villa I was way quicker. He barely lasted five seconds before I leaped over a chair onto his back and we collapsed on the sofa with me on top. Nicolo swiveled around so I could sit on his lap and grinned up at me, his gorgeous eyes glittering.
How could I stay mad at him? He leaned up and licked the yoghurt off the end of my nose. My stomach did this weird sort of flip when he did that. I positioned my knees to rest either side of him and leaned down so our noses were almost touching. I closed my eyes as he captured my mouth in his. His arms wrapped around my body, pulling me closer to him as I ran my fingers through his hair. His tongue pushed its way past my lips, re-familiarising itself with the inside of my mouth. I reached down and felt his hardness through his shorts, the thin material leaving nothing to the imagination.
I intensified the kissing and squeezed his rock hard erection tightly in my hand, elicitng a tortured growl from him.
"Just wait 'til we're all alone on our picnic you tease", he whispered against my lips. My dick twitched with excitement, and I broke off. He was right. There would be plenty of time for this later on today.
"Okay, let's go!", I said, hopping off his lap and looking for a pair of sandals. Nicolo wandered off to the kitchen, no doubt to prepare some food to take with us. I decided we needed a sheet to sit on and started rifling through some drawers in the linen cupboard. I found a large sheet, big enough for us both to lay down on and showed it to Nicolo in the kitchen where he was loading a rucksack with breads, cheeses and wine. he took the sheet from me and placed it in the rucksack before casting his eyes outside.
"You know, I think it's going to be too hot to wear a shirt today", and at that, he pulled his t shirt over his head and left it on the kitchen counter. He looked at me like I was gonna do the same. What if people saw us together? His eyes bored into mine until eventually I gave in.
I discarded my A-shirt and left it by his. He winked at me, smiling, causing my young temperamental dick to get hard again. We walked to the panoramic windows, where Nicolo's garden began and ended about a hundred metres away where the vineyards started. Stepping outside, I instantly began to hope that Nicolo had packed some sun cream- I didn't want to burn.
The garden was extremely well kept. He must have a gardener, I thought to myself. We were approaching a blossom adorned wooden arch that looked as though it had been hand carved. The way the dappled sunlight shone behind it gave the arch a look that was not dissimilar to something out of a fairy tale. As soon as we passed underneath it Nicolo grabbed me by both arms and kissed me. Hard. We parted, me still slightly giddy from the way his lips tasted.
"What was that for?"
"Well, in Italy, when you cross under a bridge or arch, you are supposed to kiss the person you're travelling with. It usually only happens in Venice nowadays but, hey, I'm not going to pass up an oppurtunity" he said grinning. I smiled at him, and we continued walking.
I don't know how long we walked for because as soon as we started walking through the vineyards, I lost track of all time immediately. I could have walked through the lush, vibrant landscape forever. It was only when my stomach grumbled again that I realised it must have been around lunchtime, which was 2 o clock for me. Nicolo noticed and we found a spot under a large tree to sit down. I flopped down breathing pretty heavily as a lot of the climb had been uphill. But it was definitely worth it- the vineyards spread out for as far as I could see, and I remained silent for a few minutestrying to regulate my breathing and admire the stunning scenery at the same time.
Nicolo rifled through the bag, and began spreading everything out on the large sheet. A selection of cheeses, freshly baked bread that had stayed warm, and a bottle of wine. He also produced two glasses and filled them up with the red liquid. He handed one to me and said
"Salute!". I followed suit and clinked glasses with him. Now, I'm only young, and have drunk wine about twice in my entire life. I therefore tried to swallow as much as I could in one gulp and not let it linger on my tastebuds. I cringed at the taste. I had drunk alcohol at parties before, but my generation in particular prefers drinks like vodka with no taste but gives the desired effect of getting drunk quickly.
Nicolo watched my expression carefully before laughing. He handed me a piece of bread with mozzarella and tomato pieces on top of it. I rummaged around in the bag to see if there was anything else I could find to drink. Luckily, Nicolo had packed a few bottles of orange juice which I opened and began sipping. The whole time, Nicolo hadn't said a word. Just watched me with a slightly faraway smile on his face. I swallowed the last of the bread and turned to face him.
Every time I looked at him, he just seemed to become more and more attractive. The sunlight was shining to the side of his body, half his face in the shadow cast by the tree. He spoke softly,
"Come here please"
I shuffled over to him, leaving about a metre of space between us. He closed the gap and sat inches from me, his hand reaching out to displace a small leaf that had settled in my hair. I watched a small droplet of sweat run down from his neck over his abs until it reached the waistband of his shorts. I glanced quickly at him and we both seemed to be thinking the same thing.
He bent his head, and took my mouth in his. I did not immediately stick my tongue down his throat. I waited until his tongue pressed gently against my closed lips, and then with more urgency until I finally allowed him entry. I could feel the heat emanating from his bare chest as he pushed me down on the blanket, his body pinning mine underneath.
I groaned as his lips found my neck and he began to suck, gently breaking the skin and causing hickies. I liked the thought of him leaving a mark on me, like I was a possession of his not to be touched by others. It made me feel protected.
He continued his descent, quickly tugging of my shorts and boxers so that my rock hard dick sprung out. Nicolo grabbed it by the base and jerked his hand up and down excruciatingly slowly, milking a generous amount of pre-cum that he lapped up with the tip of his tongue. He gently placed the head of my dick in his mouth and sucked, the sensation causing me to moan loudly as I played with his curly brown hair.
He developed a rythm and soon I felt my cock touch the back of his throat. He continued, and allowed the remainder of my cock all the way down his throat. When I was balls deep in his mouth, he began humming, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my whole body. The pleasure was too much for me, and I warned him that I was going to cum soon. Quickly, he pulled my dick from his mouth and said
"Oh no you don't. Not yet anyway..."
He dragged me towards his face by my thighs and wasted no time in shoving his tongue into the closed entrance of my hole. He wasn't in the mood for slow, gentle sex- he wanted it now, and badly. He used his tongue like a sexual weapon, stabbing and swirling away, seemingly oblivious to my squirming as he held me down with both hands on my chest.
Deciding my ass was suitably wet, he lined his oversized cock up against my twitching hole and began to push. This was when I snapped out of my trance as the pain overwhelmed me: it was much more painful than yesterday.
Nicolo bent down and kissed me deeply. I instantly relaxed as he pushed a few more inches in. The final few inches were the hardest, and Nicolo kept kissing me as he rammed himself in entirely. I would have screamed, but again, the presence of Nicolo's mouth stifled it. He ground his hips into my ass and this overstimulated my prostate.
I separated my lips from his and screamed with pleasure. He kissed my shoulder and bi down on it as he pulled out, then pushed all the way back in painfully slowly making me whimper. He looked down at me, and the desire in his eyes caused another involountary backflip by my stomach. What was that feeling?! I couldn't quite put a finger on it, but I was rather pre-occupied so I didn't dwell on the thought.
I ran my hands over the landscape of his back as he continued to fuck me, speeding up until I could hear the slapping of his skin against mine. He whispered in my ear,
"You feel so good Arun, so good"
I whispered back
"So do you Nico"
He smiled at me and started to really work his dick in and out now. I had difficulty clinging on to his moist back as the power of his thrusts nearly dislodged his cock from my ass. Finally, after about twenty minutes more of this exquisite torture, Nicolo announced
"I'm gonna shoot..Oh FUCK!"
And at that, I felt his dick expand and the walls of my ass contract, leading to a cataclysmic explosion that shot so deep I swear I could taste it. At around the same time, the combination of Nico saying those words and his big dick touching my prostate I could no longer hold back either, and shot a huge load, the first arc landing on my shoulder, and the second spraying up Nicolo's tanned hairless abs.
Exhausted, he pulled his cock from inside me with a soft plopping noise and laid down beside me as we caught our breaths. I shuffled over to the tree and put my underwar back on just in case someone should see us. Nicolo did the same, and collapsed into my arms with my back against the tree.
When I awoke, I could see the sun just about to set and I noticed a slight drop in the temperature. Reaching for the bottle of water, I poured some into my mouth and on my face- some dripped on Nicolo and he awoke, startled. He opened his mouth and I poured some water on his face as well. He swivelled around so his back was against my chest as I pulled the blanket over both of us. Kissing the top of his head, I breathed in the scent of his curls.
I held him tightly as we watched the sky explode in a myriad of colours- every orange and red hue imaginable suddenly bloomed into existence. These types of sunsets never happened back at home. It was one of the most simple and perfect moments of my life.
What a beautiful sunset.
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