Apologies in advance for any typos or formatting errors; I’m abroad in Italy without my laptop. I’m also gonna be a little long winded because this was my first time going all the way, so skip ahead of you want lol. I kinda need some advice though at the end.
Some context: I’ve been backpacking in Italy for the past few days with a friend. Yesterday we finished our trek and came back down to a mountain village to rest for a night before heading back to Venice (today). The layout of our room (ground floor) was like most hotel rooms, but the important thing to note is that there was an extra door and window on the far end of the room opening up to the back side of the hotel and a gorgeous view of the Dolomites.
I woke up today much earlier than my friend, so by the time he joined me at breakfast, I was mostly done and went back to our room. I meant to pack but I thought I’d step outside through the back door to take a last few pictures of the mountains. The sun was finally out (it’s been cloudy these past few days), and I was sorta just talking to myself about how great the view was when a man cleared his throat.
If you want to know what he looked like: I immediately shut up and peeked around the other side of the door to see a shirtless man on the right. Clearly a neighboring guest. He had a great body; no abs but he was clearly in shape and I’m gonna guess he was in his thirties (I’m 19 for context, it’s kinda hard to guess ages especially when you’re abroad). He had just the right amount of hair on his chest and leading down to his crotch, which I’m definitely into. He also had a handsome face; green-brown eyes, nice jaw, well-trimmed beard and mustache, and a wide smile that he flashed often as we began to chat. In his Italian accent, he asked me where I was from (the States), what I was in Italy for (backpacking), etc. The whole time I couldn’t help noticing his eyes kept lingering just a little too long on my face, and he would rub his hairy chest and torso every so often as we spoke.
Eventually I apologized and said I needed to pack my things, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something might happen. In the meantime my friend came back to our room, and I realized the window of opportunity was closing fast. We pretty much needed to leave in the next ten minutes to make our bus back to Venice. Against my better judgement, I went back outside.
He was still sitting there in front of his hotel room with his bare torso rising and falling with each breath, and he smiled when he saw me again as if he knew I’d come back out. His jeans, I noticed, were unbuttoned and unzipped, with a tantalizing trail of hair visible leading straight to his barely covered dick. I was still too scared to make a move, so I asked if he was traveling alone and where his family was from, hoping to figure out if he had a girlfriend or a partner or anything. Turned out he was indeed alone and his family was from southern Italy; he was going to go to some sort of celebration with 20 of his friends later today. No mention of a partner. I glanced at his ring finger and saw nothing either.
Just then my friend came to the door and asked who I was talking to. I pointed at the guy on the other side of the door and it turns out my friend had chatted with him briefly in the hallway last night at some point. Funny coincidence he was our neighbor. My friend went back inside and I explained we had to leave pretty soon. The guy said something along the lines of, “So soon? You should stay a bit longer.” He smiled again, his eyes lingering on my reaction. Definitely sus. I just laughed and agreed before turning back to go into my room, but I lingered on the doorstep and glanced back out. He was looking at me and gave a grin.
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Fuck it. I stepped back out and sat down across from him. Trying to play it casual, I made some random comment about the weather and he murmured an agreement. I was going to have to make it quick. My heart started pounding as I let my eyes travel down to his unzipped jeans and happy trail, his cock just out of sight. When I looked back up, he was looking right at me. I yawned and looked away at the mountains. Then when I looked back, he moved his hand to his crotch and started massaging his dick through his jeans while looking sideways at me. It was happening.
I gulped and walked over and stood right in front of him. His hand paused over where his dick was and then his eyes dropped down to my growing bulge. When he glanced back up at me I instinctively bit my lip. I opened my mouth, unsure of what to say next. Taking charge, he stood up and cocked his head toward his room. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. I nodded at him, walked back to my own room and told my friend I was going for a walk while he finished packing. By this time we were about to be late to our bus, but I was so horny that I pushed the thought away.
I walked softly back to my neighbor’s room. He was already naked and was walking to his bathroom. His bare ass was clearly visible and his dick and balls swung with every step. All I could think about was how much I wanted his body in that moment. I murmured that it would have to be quick. He looked right at me, and with another smile he said, “Don’t worry about that—trust me.” I shivered a little.
Quickly, he brushed his teeth for some reason and then roughly pulled my pants down to expose my ass. At the sight he groaned something in Italian and pushed me toward his bed, laying me down on my stomach and pulling my legs apart. Burying his face into my ass, he started urgently eating me out. This was my first time getting my ass eaten and I could feel his warm tongue going up and down, circling around my hole, and his facial hair rubbing against my ass. I started moaning and that only made him continue more furiously. The tip of his tongue started pressing insistently against my hole. With his hands he spread my cheeks further, and suddenly I could feel his tongue physically enter my asshole. I gasped and he continued tongue fucking me for a little before abruptly stopping.
I thought he was going to take me right then and immediately turned around. I’ve never had a dick in my mouth before and wasn’t going to miss my chance, so I fell to my knees and looked up at him pleadingly. “Could I taste you first?” I begged. I thought he was going to laugh but instead he said, “Of course, you must” (seriously) and pointed his cock straight at my face. It was a beautiful, rock hard dick, 5 or 6 inches long, very light tan and slightly curved upwards. It jumped once and I could see his balls had started tightening. Without a second thought I put him in my mouth.
I will never forget the feeling of his cock in my mouth. I could feel every ridge against my tongue and his shaft hitting the roof of my mouth. Immediately he grasped the back of my head and, true to his word, began rapidly fucking my mouth. “Ahh, mi amor, we should have met last night,” he moaned. I swear this was the moment I knew I had to write this down, because when the hell am I ever going to be called that again. This was a helluva first time. I didn’t know I could even produce that much saliva and my eyes watered as I watched and felt his cock sliding in and out of mouth. I was scared I was going to gag, but he must have been entering me just the right depth or angle because it was nearly frictionless the way this Italian was kept ramming my mouth with his cock over and over again. I held on to his thighs and noticed they too were covered in a light dusting of hair. It was entrancing and I stroked them lightly the best I could while he was thrusting.
After several moments he pulled his dick out, pulled me up and pushed me back on his bed ass up. My heart raced faster than ever. I grabbed a fistful of his sheets and it fully hit me that I was about let this sexy stranger claim my ass for the first time. Before I could have second thoughts he pulled me by the waist towards himself, placed one hand on my ass, and guided his cock toward my hole. He tried pushing it in but I was clenching from how nervous I was. When his cock head instead slid effortlessly up my crack I realized why he had eaten me out and fucked my mouth so furiously. He was gonna use me with just his spit in my ass and my spit on his cock. I tried as hard as I could to loosen up and he attempted to stick it in again.
This time he must have been successful but it honestly didn’t fully register to me that his cock head was literally in my asshole because I was hit with intense stinging pain. He must have really meant his promise when I asked him to be quick because he immediately pushed all the way in after that and began ramming me ferociously. It hurt like hell and I was a little terrified of what I had gotten myself into, but at the same time I was so in awe at the sensation of his cock going in and out of me that I didn’t do anything except alternate between moans and whimpers. I could feel his torso against my back and his thighs slapping mine. Fuck it was so good. As he somehow picked up the pace even more I started to cry out just because the pain and the building pleasure was so intense.
After several more minutes he grabbed my waist tightly and he groaned out, “Tell me you want it, tell me you want it.” I could barely speak but I managed to get out, “Give it to me.” I repeated it as he pulled me even closer and continued fucking me. It was almost animalistic.
I kept crying out every time he rammed into me until suddenly he groaned and pushed deep into my hole. His body shuddered as it pressed against mine and he slowly pulled out and then thrusted all the way back in. He continued slowly fucking me this way and I realized he must be cumming inside of me. My head spy knowing I was being actively bred by this thirty-something year old Italian.
Finally he pulled out with a loud, wet noise and I turned over. “Short,” he panted, “but intense.” I couldn’t think of what to say in response so I weakly smiled and pulled my my pants. My hole felt strangely empty. I stumbled over to the bathroom where I had left my phone and then he pointed me out the back door. I mumbled a thank you and glanced down the row of rooms. My roommate was thankfully still inside, completely unaware I had just been fucked like an animal a few meters away.
After tiptoeing back, I said a rushed greeting to my friend, who was still finishing his packing, and went straight to the bathroom. I pulled down my pants and spread my cheeks. My crack was smeared with my neighbor’s cum and a trickle was leaking out of my hole. With no time to spare I quickly cleaned up as much as possible and headed out, acting as if my hole wasn’t continuing to leak an Italian stranger’s fresh seed.
Anyways, our neighbor made good on his word because my roommate and I ended up making the bus after running most of the way. My ass stung and felt wet with cum the whole ride to Venice and I kept thinking about what had just happened. I’m writing this now from our hotel because if I don’t it honestly doesn’t even feel real.
But yeah I need some advice—I’m stupid and got fucked by a stranger with no protection in a foreign country…. I’m going to go to the hospital to get tested but I won’t be in Venice for long because I’m going on another backpacking trip. I would really appreciate any tips or advice on what to do. Thanks for reading if you stuck it out with my rambling.