Gay Erotic Stories

It all started back in Chicago when three of us sat around a little table on our afternoon coffee break. We had been bitching for months about wanting to do something different for our vacation this coming year. Then Harry brought up the idea of these package deals for seeing Europe, and we decided to look into it. After calling around to get a few prices, we decided that the three of us would take advantage of one of these deals and take our vacation together this year. Since Harry started this thing, he was appointed to find the right tour for us. Tom volunteered to check out travel connections and I said I would check out what we would need in the way of shots, passports, and clothing. The fun started when Tom and Harry began coming over to my little apartment where we spent many pleasant hours planning our trip. We finally settled on a tour that had Paris, France as the first stop followed by a train ride to Venice. From Venice, we would take a land tour by bus through the countryside to Florence and then home. When the day came to leave for our tour, we were all packed and ready with our Passports, tickets and rucksacks. We had filled them with T-shirts, jeans and sweaters. We had eliminated anything not absolutely necessary, like robes, pajamas, and underwear. We wanted to travel really light and still leave room for things we might pick up along the way We landed in Paris and, as the old saying goes, fell in love at first sight. Our one big disappointment was our room accommodations. It seemed that our hotel room was one big room with one double bed and a smaller bed squeezed in for the third member. Since I was the smallest of the three, I volunteered to take the single. Since we were hardly ever in the room, it didn’t present that much of a problem. Besides, it was a lot cheaper than three separate rooms! We saw many little shops, bought some clothes at the Pretemps Department Store, and had lots of time to walk all over Paris, trying to see everything--even the art galleries. When we tired, we would stop at little café’s for sandwiches and wine. In the one short week we were there, we tried to see everything and ended up exhausted. We did have a lot of fun modeling some of the stuff we bought. The most sensational thing came from the Galleries Lafayette, one of the smart department stores downtown across from the Place de Opera. It was a sexy black silk thong, and when Harry was modeling it, I almost propositioned him on the spot. He had the most luscious piece of meat I’d seen in months. Tom and I were so taken with it that we went back the next day and each bought one for ourselves. We were having a great time during the day, but at night I was beside myself, trying not to come on to those two gorgeous hunks. It helped that we did not spend much time in our room, and when we did, it was all we could do just to sack out. I was constantly aware of how well hung my friends were as we all ran around the room naked. I was glad then that I had the single bed, or they would have found out just how hot they made me. We were sad to leave Paris and all agreed it truly had to be the most beautiful city in the world. I was glad to have the boys with me, because Paris was the city of lovers, and to be there alone would not have been nearly as enjoyable. Our train ride from Paris to Venice would have been romantic, except we were so exhausted we slept for most of the journey. When we did finally arrive at the station, Tom got a porter to give us directions to our hotel. It was just a short distance from the train station, and after that long train ride, we were running and jumping through the streets and over bridges, swinging our rucksacks with newfound exuberance, until we came to our hotel. We were pleasantly surprised to see our hotel was just in back of St. Marks and faced the piazzetta. Checking in and getting a tongue-in-cheek look when we signed in as Tom, Dick and Harry, the concierge showed us to our room. Filing into the room, we were thrilled by the look of it, with the quaint lace curtains and bedspread, but stunned by it’s size for three grown men. There were three single beds squeezed together and you had to close the armoire door to open the bathroom door. And that bathroom looked like anyone showering would have either their cock or ass hanging over the sink. I had to wonder if this was a first class room for three people, what the economy rooms would be like. The one small window opened out directly onto a small courtyard three stories below that was filled with people. For me that would be better than if I had a television. People were always more interesting to watch. We did some fast unpacking and were off to walk and explore the town. It was all I could do to keep from staring at the beautiful dark haired men with their open shirts and necklines filled with gold jewelry. They were just beautiful. The lobby of the hotel was also filled with beautiful men, and I was beginning to wonder were all the women were, but then the men were what I enjoyed seeing. Venice was beautiful, and the plaza of St. Marks was great. After wandering for a bit, the three of us sat at this café facing St. Marks and like so many of the people at the other tables, we were just watching people and the ever present flocks of pigeons. I nursed my ouzo I began to realize that all these pretty boys hanging around seemed to be for hire by the lonely, and made that comment to Tom and Harry, who nodded their agreement. Snickering, they said their meat could be had just for the asking. Tom and Harry were both acting horny as hell and carrying on. Harry said he had at least ten inches primed and ready, and all he needed was someone to take it and laughingly asked if I wanted to try him. With a little more talk about finding someone to service him, I suggested we take a short walk around the piazzetta to get our last look, as well as change the subject. We’d said we had wanted to see the Doge’s Palace, the Library and the Basilica before we called it a night and they were all around this plaza. After walking past all of them, we figured we’d seen all that we could for that day, and since we were to join our bus tour in the plaza early the next morning, we headed back to our hotel. As we got back to the hotel, we realized that we had not eaten yet, and seeing this delightful little group of tables just across from our hotel, we sat down to order. Looking around, we got the attention of a cute little waiter and started ordering in English. We had a problem however, as he spoke no English. So in desperation, we just began pointing at what the lady next to us was eating. Laughing, he pointed to her wine and from there on we looked like a comedy team ordering dinner. I noticed there were two cute men looking in our direction and laughing as we went through our little performance. As evening came on, it was necessary to move indoors. No one had told us that although the canals are beautiful, they are also the centuries old main sewage disposal system for the city. When the gentle daytime breeze died down at dusk, the smell was terrible and the people sitting outside at the tables began to leave. We drank up our wine and decided to leave also. It was late, so we trudged up to our room on the fourth floor. Each of us took a turn taking a quick shower and grooming for the night, getting ready for bed. As I sat on the commode waiting for my turn at the sink, Tom and Harry were both crowded in front of the mirror, brushing their teeth and clowning around. As I watched their tight asses swaying and jiggling in front of my face, I began to get hard as a rock and there was nothing I could use to cover myself. Then as they turned and saw my excitement, I was suddenly faced with their cocks, now hard and beginning to glisten, right at the level of my mouth. It was then that I realized these two naked studs were offering me their cocks. Smiling up at them in grateful acceptance and lifting my arms to pull them closer to me, I opened my mouth to accept them. First Harry, then Tom. They would slide in and out of my mouth for a while, then withdraw and change places. They were totally caught up in the sensual feeling of my hot lips working their meat and leading me to the bed, began covering my body with kisses. Their hot lips were everywhere as they began their love ritual. Harry, laughing, said he was about ready to give up on me ever breaking down and blowing them. They’d been trying to get me into bed for months and now in Europe they finally had me. Tom said it had taken weeks to find out how to get all three of us put in the same room. He finally told us he just came out and told the guy at the travel agency that he and his friend wanted to put me in a situation where they could get my ass. Laughing, the agent said “I will make sure that your reservations are set up so that you can take full advantage of the conquest of his body and I wish you luck on the make out”. Then the agent added that if I wanted a four way when we got back, to call him. As Tom was telling us all this, he began sliding up my chest and looking down at me. He lifted my head and began feeding me that huge velvet cock of his, slowly pumping a little further each time, until he’d sunk deep into my body. While all this was going on ,Harry lifted my legs and I felt his hot tongue begin to rim my ass. Suddenly I felt his meat pressing against my ass and in one blinding surge of hot pain, he entered and pushed deep into my body. Gagging on cock and squirming from the pain of being screwed, we were suddenly jarred to our senses by the thunderous ringing of the bell at St. Marks. Pulling out of my body, they both jumped up, startled and frightened by the terrible noise. When we realized what was going on we all started laughing. We then resumed our various activities and would change positions every hour when we were jarred back to reality by the massive ringing sounds. Finally, after a night of lovemaking, we huddled together exhausted and fell into a deep sleep, only to wake when the sun came streaming in the open window. Scurrying around to get dressed we had little time to catch our bus. We were late and had no time to even comment on our night of lovemaking. Tom ran down to check us out, Harry and I finished packing our gear, throwing things into the nearest bag, and running down the steps we were out to catch our tour bus. As we pulled out of the piazzetta, we all laughed and joked about having good reason to always remember Venice with love and affection. As the bus traveled through the countryside, Harry was taking photos of everything. Around noon we stopped at this little restaurant to eat. Harry was a fanatic and ordered the fish; I stuck to a salad, and Tom wanted the stew. We all gasped when the fish arrived as it still had the head and scales on it. Then this cute hunk of a waiter came to our table and prepared the fish, first taking off the head and tail, then skinning and deboning the fish. He explained, in perfect English, that it was served this way to prove that the person got the kind of fish they had ordered. Then leaning down and in a soft voice, he offered us some real treats if we wanted to stay over with him tonight, then winking he just smiled and walked away. It must be true that all of Europe loves lovers, and we must have been damn obvious in our affections toward each other. Our next stop was Assisi, where we learned a very enchanting story about St. Francis of Assisi, the monk who founded the Franciscan order. His devotion, simple living, and love of nature were the central themes. After a quick tour of the church and town, the three of us returned to the bus, letting the rest of the tour group go shopping in the little village of Assisi. As I stretched out across the back seat, Tom and Harry got on their knees and began to unzip me, saying they also had this devotion, this simple love of nature and were good with animals and were going to show me. Pulling my jeans down, they began to work my cock and balls until I was arched in a combination of pain and ecstasy--begging for relief. My balls throbbing, I stiffened and Harry mouthed my cock and sucked me dry. Limp, I collapsed on the seat and barely managed to pull myself together as the rest of the passengers returned to the bus, giving us strange looks but saying nothing. As we continued our journey, we stopped at some little structures every now and then, but just because people wanted to stretch their legs. The buildings were just old and not of much interest. The three of us usually stayed on the bus as we were having more fun playing with each other. Finally, as dusk fell, we pulled into Florence through some small dark cobblestone streets. Our hotel was magnificent, old and full of tile. We checked in and when we got to our rooms we were delighted to see a large spacious room with high shuttered windows. The floors were of twelve-inch hand decorated tile and it had a big old fashioned bathroom--and even a bidet. We each made a grand effort to be the first stripped to use the bidet. We were all hot and wanted to spend the night screwing. Who did what didn’t really matter, all I wanted was their cocks, any way I could get them. All I can say is I pumped, sucked and screwed more that night than I’d ever done in my life. As that hot sun began streaming in from the shutters early the next morning, we were up and showering. We wanted to see everything we could. We had just a little time left of our vacation and Florence was a treasure. Our first stop was the Uffize gallery. It was filled with the masterpieces of the ages, not to mention some of the best raw meat to be seen in all of Italy. All of the men around this place were hung and seemed to like to show it off. The only problem was they seemed to be on the make for anyone who had money, boys or girls. I told Tom I was glad I was traveling with my own supply of meat and he giggled and groped me. After a good morning of gallery looking, we retreated to a little sidewalk café across the street from the Loggia of the Signoria. We wanted a chance to study the statue of David by Michelangelo that was placed at the entrance to the Signoria Palace. We had our usual ham sandwiches on French bread that we had come to love with our ouzo. As I leaned back, I could hear this rustling and peeking through the shrubs could see horses hitched to carriages. That’s all it took. We were off and snuggled together in one of the carriages on our way for a view of Florence from the Piazza of Michelangelo. Florence was breathtaking and so were the boys. They were everywhere in their white silk shirts open to the waist and their chests covered with gold chains. They had the three of us hotter than hell. The sun was beginning to set and all of Florence was cast in a golden glow. It was truly something out of another century. We decided to walk back to town and as we managed the steep sloped walks through the wooded hillside, we groped and played until finally finding a dense spot, we slipped off the sidewalk and lay down and began to undress each other. Whenever we heard footsteps or talking we would lay real still. When they had passed, we continued our orgy. We lay there gratifying our bodies until we decided to dress and finish our walk back to the hotel--where we could get really serious about fucking. Our path took us by the Ponte Vecchio, the bridge of gold smithies, and we decided to buy something for ourselves. We walked past the shops until we came across one that was almost hidden behind the rail. As we entered, a young man approached us with a wonderful smile and asked what we were looking for. Harry piped up saying we wanted matching gold rings, something like wedding bands. Still smiling he beckoned us into the little back room. As we passed through the shop, we saw a row of glass display cases and lots of tiny gold figures. The store keeper asked if we were all together and would we mind servicing him. Tom was the first to nod yes and we all agreed in turn. He hurried to the door and put up a closed sign and as he came back he began to strip. Now here was a boy that could have posed for David. He was beautiful and as he disrobed he turned so we could appreciate his body. We immediately dropped our shorts and stripped off our T-shirts. There we stood, this magnificent man standing in front of us, naked and hard, and we began pawing and sucking on him. Pulling him to the floor, Harry fell on his meat consuming it in hungry gulps, while I in turn fell to sucking and licking his nipples, first the right one then the left, gnawing each until he began to quiver in excitement. Tom, not to be out done, began to scramble to screw him. We kept at him for hours, taking turns sucking, fucking and kissing him, making him squirm and beg for more. Sadly, as dawn came through the windows, it was time to dress and leave our David. Pausing at a case, he selected three rings and presented them to us, telling us to always remember David on the Bridge of Gold. Retreating to our hotel, we slept in each other's arms for most of the morning, exhausted from our night of lust. We finished our tour that week, seeing the Cathedral of Santa Maria Del Flore and, of course, those bronze doors of the Baptistery. We were now in overload. We had seen so much and done so much we were numb. On the final train ride to get to the airport for our departure, we all sat there smiling and looking at our gold rings. We would always have Venice and Florence and now we had even more, we had each other. We began planning how we would go about finding a new apartment for our new lives together. We had found everything we wanted on this vacation. Then with a hearty laugh, Tom said our first house guest should be our travel agent. He had said he was interested in a foursome.