I was driving from Austria to my new assignment in Italy. I had a few days leave, so I wanted to make this trip into a vacation also. I had spent the night in Innsbruck, the next morning, I started my drive toward a small village that was located in the Donomite Mountains, south of the Berner Pass This was known as South Tyrol. South Tyrol was taken away from Austria in 1918 and given to Italy after World War I. This is the way I remember things.

During a ski trip to Italy, I met Karl, (read - 1954 - Austria - Italy - The Ski Train, to know about Karl). He was a gay stud that lived near this village. He said that he was having a good time sucking the local men and was known as the village cock sucker. He told me that he had started sucking his school mates when he was young and never did stop it. I got very horny just listening to his stories.

Karl had told me some facisnating stories about his village and the studs living there, so he invited me to visit him in his village. I wrote him about my trip and was lucky to find that he would be at his home during this time.

He told me that the people lived, worked and spoke as they did hundreds of years ago. Nothing had changed in time - time stood still in this area. It all started back in the Roman times when the Romans forced men into the Roman army. Each day the men were forced to fight for the Roman army. After a day of fighting, they were given their ration of food. The soldier then took this food back to the area where his camp was sit up.

In this camp were the women that followed the Roman army into battle. The women then would cook the food for the soldier, in return she was able to share the food with the soldier. This is how the women were able to survive. After the soldier and the women had their meal, they would sleep together. If a soldier was killed in battle during the day, then the women had to find a new soldier to let her share his food and bed.

The soldiers were unhappy being in the Roman army but they had no choice. Then a group of soldiers found a hidden valley, very high up in the mountains. Nobody could see this valley from the lower elevations or other mountain tops, since it was so secluded and isolated. The Roman soldiers then deserted the army. They took their women, children, cows, chickens, grain, tools and weapons. Once they arrived at this hidden valley, they started dividing up the land, building houses and made this place their home. This is the valley I was driving to!

At the Berner Pass I went through customs. The border guards were sexy as hell - really nice. After going through customs, I headed toward Bozano, Italy. I had a map, and before I got to Bozano, I had to make a left turn and head up a steep gravel road to the hidden valley. I was thankful that there were no vehicles on this road. The road was just wide enough for my car. As I drove up that road I went into another world.

At last I entered the village that I was looking for. Karl had made reservations for me at the only guesthouse. I was welcomed to the guest house by the owner, shown my room and the garage where I could lock up my car for the night. I went on a walking tour of the village. I was awed by the buildings, that must have been several hundreds of years old. They were beautiful!

Karl heard over the village grape vine that I was there. I guess some one going toward Karl's home had told him that the American was there. When Karl showed up, he took me for another tour of the village, introducing me to the local population, but it did not take long, since the village was so small.

I invited Karl to have dinner with me that evening. We went to the guesthouse where I was staying. After our dinner, we were joined by a couple of local farmers. Both were outstanding examples of manhood, nice looking and having great masculine hard bodies. They both were in their late 20s - early 30s. These men were not married, since they could not make enough money to support a wife and family. Karl told me that he had asked them to stop at the guest house to meet his American friend. Karl then told me what to do. I welcomed them to our table and ordered a large carafe of wine and 4 glasses. Soon that carafe was empty so I asked for another one. We went through 3 of them that evening. These studs did not make much, if any, money so were thankful to get the free wine.

These studs were outstanding and just looking at them made me horny. Karl told me in English that he had sucked both of them, several times. The local people spoke German, Italian and Roman. Karl had told me that they would not speak Romansh in front of me because they did not want any outsider to learn it. So our conversations were in German, which was fine with me.

We spent the evening drinking cheap wine and talking. It was a fun evening, with lots of laughing and jokes. These guys were great and they seemed to accept me as one of them. Of course, I was always paying for the wine, so that made me even more welcomed. After all of that wine, we all needed to take a good piss. The guesthouse closed down at 9 PM, so when that time arrived, we all went outside. We formed a line outside the building and all of us took a good piss. What a relief!

Karl had told them about my American Car (just an old Chevy) and wanted to show them my car. I unlocked my garage and all of us went inside the garage. Karl then closed my garage door and motioned to one of the guys to get into the back seat. Karl got into the back seat with him and the other stud and I were in my front seat. Karl asked me to show them the dash board and stuff like that. The local boys were very impressed that Karl knew someone with a beautiful and expensive car. Remember, this was back country and these people were very poor.

I turned the radio on and we listened to music in the darkness. Then I heard Karl in the back seat. He was sucking dick! Hey, I wanted some too. I thought what the hell, Karl had told them that I was a cock sucker also. I reached over to the stud sitting beside me and felt of his basket. Damn, he had a hard on and it was big. I could not wait until I had it out of his fly. Once I had it out of his pants, I could see it from the radio light, and it was beautiful. The stud said something but I did not understand it. Karl told me, he had said in Romansh, that he wanted his cock sucked also.

I thought, buddy, if you want a blow job, I am the man to give it to you. I could not wait. I wanted this to last a while, so I started by playing with his big sausage. He was not circumcised of course, so I could jack him off, very slowly and let his foreskin slide up and down over the head of his cock. His dick was thick, long and I could not wait to get it into my hot mouth.

I looked in the back seat and watched as Karl sucked on a cock about the same size as the stud in the front seat with me. The stud in the front seat could not wait, so he reached over to me and very gently, moved my head until it was right over his great big dick.

I bent over it and just blew my hot breath over it a few times, then let the head of it slip between my wet lips. Man, but that stud sure did taste great. I began giving him my best blow job! I could not take it all the way down, but I sure did try to. I always did things the same way, I would hold a big dick with my one hand, and then suck on it, down to my hand. My mouth was full of great tasting cock.

I started very slowly. In the dim light of the radio, I let his beautiful meat slid in and out of my mouth. All the time I was licking around it, with my tongue. I had pushed the foreskin down so I could lick around the head. I love to lick around the head of an uncircumcised guy. He just sat in the seat and let me do what I wanted to do.

I was able to open his pants up. His pants and shorts were down to the floorboard of the car.
Then I got the great aroma of his crouch. I sucked on the head and let my tongue work his sex glands to get him feeling good. Next I went licking down one side and up the other. I knew I was getting to him from the way he responded.

I love to lick a stud's balls, so I started licking his. Man, he not only had a very big piece of meat, but he also had very big balls. I loved sucking each ball, one at a time. I gave his ball bag a good licking and loved the taste of it.

I went back to his dick and started trying to give this stud the very best suck job he had ever had.
I again looked in the back seat and knew that Karl was busy taking that stud's cum in his mouth.
I then started really giving the stud a blow job. I was loving every bit of it. His breathing quicken and I knew he was close. With a big moan, this mountain man, started cumming!

What a stud! He unloaded his balls into my mouth. I loved it. I had a big mouth of his juice and started swallowing all of it.

With that the two guys said they needed to get to bed because tomorrow they had to work. So Karl and I got out of my car. Karl looked outside the garage door to see if anyone was around. The village was deserted, so he opened the door and the two studs slipped out and into the darkness.

There we were, in the garage, in total darkness and so horny we were burning up. Karl then pulled me to him and kissed me on my mouth. As he did, his tongue pushed some cum into my mouth. That way I had a taste of his stud also. His stud's cum tasted great!

I reached over to Karl's dick and started getting it out of his pants. Karl had a better idea. We both took all of our clothing off and climbed into the back seat of my car. In the darkness I tasted his cock and started sucking on Karl. Karl loved it, but he wanted to do some sucking also, so we started sucking each other. I told Karl to STOP! I did not want to cum so fast. He did not stop in time. We both were so terribly horny, we both began shooting our loads for the other one. That was the sexiest affair I had ever had!

Karl and I got out of my car and talked about tomorrow. He told me that he could find another couple of studs for us to blow on the next evening. I was looking forward to this new adventure.

Guys, I have been writing about my sex life when I was a young man and I try to be honest and tell it just the way it happened. I was not going to tell this story, or if I did, I would change it. But then it would not be a true story, so OK, here it is, just the way it happened back in l948, when I was 20 years old. So I hope you enjoyed it!

If you can take the time, I hope you will write to me and let me know if you enjoy my stories. I will continue to write about those "good old days", even the ones that did not turn out too good.