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This book is the brainchild of Manuel García, a veritable treasure trove of forbidden pleasures and passionate encounters, designed specifically to satisfy the most daring erotic appetites of adult homosexual readers. Get ready to dive into a whirlwind of unmentionable desires, into an erotic universe burning with passion and seduction. Thanks to his magnetic and sensual writing, García caresses your most secret fantasies, accompanying you on a journey beyond the limits of male intimacy. The book challenges conventions and breaks all taboos, offering a glimpse of the most explosive encounters, the deepest bonds, and the most ecstatic pleasures. The pages of this book reveal stories that will keep you spellbound, awakening a desire you cannot ignore. Let yourself be transported to unknown worlds, where sin is the driving force behind the most intense emotions. García's characters reveal themselves in transgressive encounters, in moments of boundless passion, in a symphony of desire that ignites your darkest fantasies. Manuel García's provocative and detailed writing is an explosion of sensuality that will make you shiver with pleasure. Through his stories, he invites you to explore your sexuality without inhibitions, to abandon yourself to your deepest instincts without remorse or restrictions. This work of fiction is your passport to a world of lust and forbidden adventures. Don't miss out on this read that will take you to a place of intense pleasure, daring dreams, and sensations that will make your skin tingle. Sit back, relax, and let yourself be carried away by a read that will make you feel emotions without limits, stimulate your imagination, and ignite an unquenchable flame of desire. These stories await you, ready to take you beyond the limits of pleasure, where passion reigns supreme and ecstasy is your traveling companion.
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Vacations on the coast. 1
Explicit Gay Erotic Stories in Italian for Adults
Manuel García
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1. On the train
2. Workers
3. The mature
Acknowledgements
1. On the train
The summer of my eighteenth birthday had arrived and as always at that time I was going to the beach at my aunt and uncle's house on the other side of the country. This time, however, due to school exams, I had had to stay longer than usual in town; therefore, my family had already gone ahead and was waiting for me on the coast. There I was, on that moving train, looking forward to the sand and the sun. A full day and night separated me from my vacation. I was wearing a t-shirt, some t-shirts, and thin fabric athletic shorts with nothing underneath because it was so hot. The train had two types of compartments.
On one side were the plain ones, with two rows of seats that formed a pair of padded benches, without armrests, attached to each wall facing each other. On one side was the window and on the other was the door to the hallway with thick curtains that gave total privacy. The other kind were the bedrooms, say, with a couple of bunk beds on each side, 4 in total, and a small sink. Since my trip would last more than 24 hours I had a reservation for a bunk, but during the day I would sit on one of those wide benches.
There were hardly any people on the train. When I entered one of the single compartments I saw that I would be traveling alone. Better, I thought, so I could stretch my legs. I chose to have the window on my left and go in the direction of travel. I had gotten up very early and immediately after sitting down I fell asleep. An hour later the train made a stop. The door opened and an older man sat down right in front of me by the window. He was about 60 years old. Despite the heat he was wearing a jacket, gray bell-bottoms, shoes and a hat he had left on the top shelf.
The distance between the benches was not very wide and he had to put his legs over mine to fit properly. I decided to continue sleeping. After a while I woke up, but I didn't open my eyes. I wanted to get a better look at my traveling companion and, slightly shaking my eyelids, as if I was still sleeping, I started to look at him. He was a very morbid old man, like the ones you meet in bars on Sundays playing cards. I noticed that he kept looking at me, thinking I was asleep. This made me tense and nervous. I secretly lowered my gaze to his ripe hands and could see how with his right hand he was almost imperceptibly rubbing his package. I pretended to fall asleep and he stopped, but only for a moment and then continued.
Now the movement was more obvious. She went from left to right and when she reached the tip of his member she pinched it. With the thin fabric of his pants, he must have felt the touch perfectly. I didn't even want to know what he was doing. The boy was getting so horny that at one point he had to put his hand inside his pants to accommodate the package that was starting to bother him.
Now he was really freaked out, he had a large and obvious erection that was perfectly visible to my inexperienced eyes under the fabric. He was no longer doing a little rubbing but humping it and making it feel like he was pulling his skin down, like a handjob, while making a slight hip movement back and forth. I decided it was time to stop. I cleared my throat to warn him and pretended to wake up. He stopped quickly and pretended to look out the window. Well, at least it had worked. It wasn't that I felt at all comfortable but it seemed that with me awake he would control himself.
A couple of hours passed, I ate in the dining car and returned to the same compartment. The old man was not there. I sat down and prepared to take a nap in the same seat I had occupied in the morning. I had been asleep for a while when the old man returned and sat down across from me. It was happening again. I pretended to be asleep again. I have to admit that nowadays I was morbid to see him in action again. I had been nervous before, but now I was intrigued, or rather, a little excited to see what would happen, and it happened just as I thought it would, he started touching himself again. Once again he had a sizable erection and was massaging himself.
One of her legs made contact with mine. Gently he began to rub up and down, his rough pant leg against my leg, bare through the small pants he wore. Then he leaned forward and put his hand on my knee. I felt a jolt of electricity. My breathing stopped. At first it was a gentle caress that grew firmer and firmer. His hands were strong and masculine. He continued on my leg. My heavy breathing made me realize that I had been awake for some time. I opened my eyes wide to meet his gaze, hard, stone. He continued down the inside of my thigh until he reached the edge of my shorts.
There he paused, as if to ask my consent, but I couldn't say anything. That was the green card the old man was waiting for to do what he wanted to me. He got up from his seat with his hard cock in his pants and sat down next to me on my right. His left arm was stretched over my shoulder while his other hand was resting on the inside of my thigh. This gentleman had a strong smell of old man cologne. I looked apprehensively at the door in case someone came in, but it was locked. The bastard had bolted the lock as he entered, it was clear he had been after me all along.
He opened his mouth halfway, breathing in and out, his breath hot, his gaze fixed on my crotch. His hand was no longer steady, he was shaking with the excitement of being with a young boy. Then he began to slowly slip his hand under the fabric of my pants. Because of my nerves I had not been able to get an erection and I only had an erection. I had never been with anyone before. I had seen other naked guys in the gym at school, but nothing else. Then this guy grabbed me whole. I was surprised and let out a groan. I looked at the old man as if to say, "What are you doing? But I knew better. The guy gasped in my face. He quickly made me stiffen as he pulled my skin downward several times with his hand along my thigh. Then he held my head with his left hand, stuck his tongue out and kissed me on the mouth anxiously, awkwardly, drooling all over me. He groped me for a long time while I was mesmerized.
He then grabbed my pants and pulled them down to my feet. I was sitting on the velvety fabric of the bench naked from the waist down with a huge erection like never before and with an older man next to me who I didn't know at all and who was about to abuse me.
Quickly the old man resumed his position, with his arm on my shoulder and his right hand jerking me off. She stayed like that for a while, drawing high-pitched moans from me but barely audible from outside the compartment thanks to the noise of the train. Then she bent over my crotch and in one fell swoop took my cock all the way into her mouth. Eventually I learned that my cock is not small, so that way of sucking it must have been practiced on multiple occasions with other men.
At first the sensation was so uncomfortable that I wanted to push him away from me, but with his hand he pushed my chest back until I stopped resisting. He was really swallowing me whole. All I could do was throw my head back against the backrest and let him do it. It's weird how it feels. Sometimes it's rough, sometimes it's soft, warm, wet. That's what it felt like to me in that moment.
From the level of my moans the old man knew I was going to cum so he stopped and stood up. I put my hand on my cock to finish him off but he stopped me with a slap. I stood there helplessly with a huge erection and looked at him confused. Without hesitation he grabbed me by the head and pulled me into the crotch of his pants violently. I didn't know what he wanted, he just rubbed himself against my face over and over again moving obscenely. As if by instinct I started doing the same thing he had done, sucking, only I had to do it on the fabric. It wasn't hard to locate that big device and lick it.
The boy liked it. By that time I could already smell a different odor, of mature sex, under the scent of the strong cologne. This was a more acidic, pungent smell that I didn't like and was equally attracted to. With his hand he pulled down his fly and through one of those holes in Grandpa's pants pulled out his cock. On one hand I had never seen anything like it, so big, so close, so menacing. It had veins running all along the shaft and a fat, shiny bud full of precum. He also smelled strong, like a man, like a male, a mixture of sweat, sex, and urine.
He could feel the mix of feelings I had, of rejection and attraction. But he didn't give me time to think more. He took his cock and tried to put it in my mouth. I turned my face away. When he saw that I wasn't making any progress, he held my nose until I opened my lips and then managed to put the glans in my mouth. He let out a grunt of restrained satisfaction.
It was very big and salty, with a strong flavor. He kept thrusting so that soon I had half of his cock in my mouth. I had to make it up as I went along because the boy didn't want to stop. He was eager to enjoy my tongue. I placed my hands on his lower belly to force myself to control the depth of fellatio. I began to savor that delicacy, that old cock in my mouth, dirty. I tightened my lips to make it feel good and let him go as far as I could, tasting his wetness, in and out, in and out. He was squirting copious amounts of pre-seminal fluid that I kept swallowing. Gradually I was able to get more and more of it down my throat.
I was able to control my gag reflexes. I really was born for this, I was a natural sucker. When I finally got him all the way in, I found my nose in his flap, between his abundant, gray pubic hairs, breathing in his manhood at times, holding my breath at other times. I had him in my grasp. I had tears in my eyes from the effort and satisfaction I felt in giving pleasure to that old man. He kept moving his crotch trying to fuck my mouth.
Finally he grunted and pulled it all out of me. With his arms, without saying a word, he turned me over on the bench until I was on all fours with my shirt on and my ass in the air in front of his face. With both hands he spread my cheeks and began licking my anus roughly. I could feel his wet tongue and how he forced my buttocks on each side, almost hurting me in his eagerness to make sure no obstacle would stop him from going deeper. I had a horse boner. I looked back but couldn't make out his face buried in my ass. He sucked on his finger and tried to shove it in. I contracted my sphincter in an automatic reflex. My mouth was suddenly dry and my knees were shaking. I knew what men did to each other if they were together and the idea suddenly terrified me, but I didn't know how to stop it and I wasn't convinced I wanted to do it.
The boy persisted with his finger until my fatigue got the better of me and I relaxed my muscle, which he took advantage of to push it further in. My reflexes worked again and I contracted again. Then he pulled it out and lubricated it again and spit at the entrance of my anus. Now he changed his technique. With his left hand he reached down to my cock and began to masturbate me while he attempted penetration again with the same finger. Everything was easier from that moment on because I was a little more dilated than before and I could feel the pleasure of the work he was doing on my cock. Eventually he was able to get it all the way in.
