During the 20 years I was in the Army, I had many adventures. This is a continuation of one of my greatest adventures. I was visiting my friend, Karl, in his home village, high in the Dolomite Mountains, between Austria and Italy. Please read: 1955 - A Step Back Into Roman Times. The evening before, Karl had introduced me to a couple of super studs. They were mountain men and were very masculine, straight guys, but both of them had enjoyed getting their dicks sucked the night before by Karl and me. They seemed to not mind getting a blow job from a guy. They were so horny that they were ready for anything.

Karl was gay and had been fixing up the local boys for years. This was always done very quietly, but the people in this small village knew what was going on. It seemed that nobody made a big thing out of it. All of the village people seemed to be very friendly with Karl.

I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face and a hard cock in my hand. I felt great and had a feeling that the new day was going to be a good one. I had spent the evening with some sexy guys and was ready for a repeat of the same action. My room did not come with a bath, so I washed up the best I could in my room and got ready to face the new day. I walked down the stairs to the restaurant of the Guest House where I was staying.

I had an Austrian Breakfast - coffee, black bread, unsalted butter, cheese and slices of salami. At the sight of the salami, I thought of the big piece of salami I had sucked on the night before. But this was a new day. Karl had told me he wanted me to have a good time and he had plenty of friends that were horny, willing and ready. He promised that I would get plenty of cock to suck on if I visited him at his home village. I soon fell in love with this village and it's people.

After breakfast, I again walked around the small village. The houses were built by the deserters from the Roman Army, hundreds of years ago. Each generation had added on to them and now some of them were quite large and contained the owners large family. The men in the village had to work very hard and their bodies showed they were no stranger to hard work. These men all had that rugged good looks that so many of the men in this part of Europe have. I never did see any over weight person in the village Because of inbreeding, there were a few that were retarded. The village men worked in farming, logging and doing odd jobs in order to made ends meet. Many of these rugged men were single, since they couldn't make enough money to support a wife and family. They had to live with their parents and get along as well as they could. These horny studs were what Karl and I wanted to help out!

The night before, Karl had invited me to his home, to meet his parents the next day. There was no way I could take my car, since the roads were really just narrow paths that were only wide enough for a cow pulling a cart. I followed Karl's instructions and enjoyed the walk to his home. The path took me beside a stream, so I had the babbling water to serenade me during my walk. As I took my walk I could see the towering mountains that surround this beautiful spot. I was in awe! The local people acted friendly and would wave toward me as I went on my way.

After a walk, I found Karl's home. I wish I could take each of you there to see it. It was beautiful, in it's own way. The house was 4 stories high, with only 3 rooms, hall and stair well, on 2d and 3d floor. The first floor was made of stone and inside it contained the cow, hogs, chickens and farm equipment. It was also spotless. I found out that the hogs were scrubbed with a brush and soapy water, about once a month. It did not smell like a animal barn. Karl's family lived on the 2d and 3d floors. The 4th floor was the attic and contained the food locker for both the animals and the family.

This house was built right against a very steep cliff. When the farmers cut the grass for hay, they loaded it on a cart, hitched the cow to the cart, and made the cow pull the cart around the mountain side to where they could open a door and the cart and cow went onto the 4th floor. That will tell you how steep that cliff was. When it was time to feed the animals, they just chopped it up and dropped it into a hole in the floor and it would drop down to the bottom floor and to the animals. I loved that farm house. It was hundreds of years old and very beautiful in it's own way. Each piece of lumber was aged and had turned black with time.

Since I could speak (some) German it was fun to converse with these wonderful people. I met Karl's parents, grandmother, his sister and her husband. I fell in love with his 90 year old grandmother! These friendly people always wanted to feed a visitor. We all had a glass of wine, black bread and smoked bacon. This bacon was smoked so much that it was cooked by the smoke. I had tasted this bacon before and had learned to love it.

Then Karl told me he wanted me to meet a neighbor of his. This neighbor lived with his large family and was not married. As we walked toward this farmer's home, Karl told me that he has a big dick and he loved to get it sucked on. He also told me that he had told the neighbor that he wanted to introduce me. We walked to this guys home and again the house was very old and clean. I met this farmer-mountain man and his family, then Karl asked him to show me around the farm and where they store the supplies for winter. In his attic, I found two half's of a smoked hog, hanging from the rafters. When his mother wanted to use some meat, she just cut off as much as she wanted. There were barrels of sauerkraut, wine and supplies for the family. There was no refrigeration.

This farmer then took me to a wine barrel and with a dipper, gave me a dipper full of wine. I tasted the wine, then handed it to Karl. He did the same thing and handed it back to the farmer, so the farmer could have a taste. We three passed that dipper around several times.

This farmer was about 40, muscular body and hard but good looks. His face looked like it was cut from stone. Karl asked me, in English, if I wanted to suck his cock. Of course I did! He was very sexy!

I was 27 back then and was always horny as hell! (Still am - horny that is.)

Karl talks to the guy in Old Roman. (I do not know if it was "Romansh or not" - but this was the language of the old Roman soldiers). Old Roman is spoken in a very few places in this area.

He motioned for me to follow him. We walked back to a dark corner of his attic. I knew he was ready from what Karl had told me, so I reached for his cock. It was soft - but what a cock. This farmer took his big dick out of his pants and pointed it to me and told me "Here, suck this", in a rough way. I got down on my knees and started sucking just like I was told to do by this sexy straight mountain man.

This stud was loaded and I loved sucking on his big cock. I gobbled down on his piece of meat and started giving him a blow job. Karl was watching in case the anyone came up the steps. I asked Karl if he wanted to join me in sucking this guy, but was told that this was for me. Then I really did get busy, I pulled his foreskin back and licked around the big head a few times. I could tell that he loved getting it sucked on. I was able to drop his pants and then I could lick his big balls. His balls and dick had a good man scent to them. I was busy just satisfying this rough mountain man. I could suck this cock but no way could I take it all the way down. I just slobbered over it, getting it nice and wet. I tried to masturbate him a little but he did not like that, he wanted his cock sucked off. So I went back to sucking on it. After a while my jaws ached because his cock was so fat.

Then this stud put his hands in back of my head and started to fuck my mouth. I held my hand around his dick so he could not force too much into my throat. Soon he got it going and I just kept on my knees and let him fuck my face. As he got closer to cumming, he speeded up his fucking me in my mouth. I was just his fuck hole and he was in charge! This stud was all man.

Damn, but this guy was horny! When his movement speeded up, I knew he was getting close. Then he started cumming in my mouth. I swallow all of it. I loved my job of giving him a blow job. He was rough about it, but he was all man and I knew he thought of me as being just his cock sucker. He was very masculine and I like masculine men like him. (But then, I like all types of men.) After he finished cumming, he told me to lick it clean, and I did as I was told!

Then we walked back to Karl's home where I had been invited for lunch. Lunch, heck I had just had my lunch, by swallowing that farmer's cum. What a load!.

Karl's mother had made a soup for our lunches She used old, dried, hard bread that had been cut into small pieces, mixed it with small pieces of smoked bacon, seasoning, an egg and some flour to hold it all together. Then she shaped it into balls. She had a pot of hot chicken broth simmering on her stove. So she just dropped these balls into the pot and let them cook. I was surprised as to how good that soup tasted. These people were so poor that they could not let anything go to waste.

I invited Karl to join me at the guest house that evening. He said he had a friend that he wanted me to meet. I knew what that met, so I was ready! He told me this guy was younger than the farmer I had just sucked and very good looking.

As I walked back down the path toward the village, I thought about Karl and marveled that he was able to leave these mountains and work in the different places as a hotel clerk. I had wondered how Karl got out of the mountains and was able to get jobs working as a desk clerk Karl told me that he had to study for his job, took correspondent courses, then had to go to some city to be trained and take a test. He passed and was then certified to work at the front desk of hotels anywhere in Europe. He spoke Italian, German, Old Roman, English and some French. He was no dummy.

I have always felt that gay guys get kicked in their asses by the straight population. But over time, I now feel that gay guys are above average and have a natural intelligence. Gay guys are not a bunch of dummies. Look at Karl. All of the men in his village, were still in the village and were so poor they could not get married and had to live with their family. Karl would let a placement service find him a job. He would worked during the winters at some ski resort, then go back to his home and help his parents do their spring planting, logging and farming. In the summer he took a job at some seaside resort and worked for the season. Then he went back to his home and help get the feed in for the animals. If you compare him to his friends, he was the intelligent one. I just think gay guys are smarter than the straight guys are. Of course, I know all of you agree with me. Right?

When I got back to the village I had nothing to do, so I went to the guest house where I had my room. I was sitting outside on a patio, nursing a glass of wine, when this rugged mountain man came over to me. He told me that he understood that I was a friend of Karl's. I told him yes and then I asked him to join me and have a glass of wine. He accepted! My guardian angel should have told me to avoid him, but he didn't. See, even angels fall down on their job at times.

This guy was about my age (27), maybe 6 foot tall, had a very muscular, hard body, good looking in that rugged mountain man way. He had a rough way about him, but most of those men had this rough action. These men were descendants of Roman Soldiers and were strong, hard working guys. Karl had told me to never get any of these mountain men angry at me, they could be very mean. We had another glass of wine and he began asking me questions. This handsome stud looked me over and asked me if I was "like Karl"? I could only guess as to what he was meaning. But I remember telling him, "Yes, I am just like Karl". He smiled at me and said, I thought so.

He told me that Karl likes men and then asked me if I like men also. I was not sure about giving him an answer, but I just nodded my head yes. He then asked me if I wanted to suck his cock. I was surprised by this but again I nodded my head yes! The patio was empty, so no one knew what we were talking about.

He told me that he would slip into my room in a few minutes and then I could fix him up. I agreed, paid for the wine, then went to my room and waited. I must admit, I was excited and my heart was pounding inside my chest.

After a few minutes there was a soft knock on my bedroom door. I opened the door to find this stud. He came right in and he closed the door and told me to lock it. I locked the door.

He said he was ready. I reached for his basket, say, guys, he was loaded like all of the mountain men were. I took his cock out of his fly and started sucking on this stud. His dick just got bigger and bigger and harder and harder. I was sucking on him when he tells me he wanted us to take our clothing off. This was just what I wanted because I wanted to see this hard body.

Once we were naked, he gets on my bed and spreads his legs. His hard cock was standing straight up into the air. I put my hand around it and pulled his foreskin down. Then I could bend over it and lick around the head. He was clean and tasted wonderful. There is always something special when you get a chance to lick a guys big dick, knowing he is straight and needed to bust a nut. I was very horny for him and I started sucking on him. As I sucked, he kept playing with my ass and told me he wanted to fuck me. Hey man, not with that big dick. I just wanted to suck him off.

He told me that he had fucked Karl several times and Karl told him that I loved to get fucked, that is why he came to my room. I thought, that son of a gun, Karl. Karl expected me to bend over and get plowed by this super size stud. I did think it over and the thought seemed to make me even more horny and wanting him. But, I told him "no".

I kept sucking on him and just wanted to give him a blow job. He would not accept just a blow job! As I continued to give him head, he kept patting my butt and telling me he was going to fuck me. I did not answer, I just kept sucking him. Then I could feel his finger trying to get inside my tight little ass hole. He would wet his big fat finger and try to fuck me with it. His finger was rough from years of hard work and I could really feel it. I thought his cock might feel better and not hurt as much as his huge fingers.

After a time, I knew I had to give in and let this mountain man fuck his brains out. I knew I was clean, so I found a tube of lub, put it on his finger and let him finger fuck my ass. He had those fat fingers and even with lub on, his finger felt like a large dick. His fingers were so rough, that it felt like a corn cob was up my ass. Man, even his finger hurt when he jammed this finger up my butt. This straight stud then rolled me over on my stomach. He put the lub on his finger and started finger fucking me.

He then got on top of me, put the cream on his big dick, aimed it for my ass, and plowed deep inside of me. WOW! That hurt like hell but he did not seem to care. He just kept shoving his big toy in further and further. I told him to take it easy, but he paid no attention to me. I was there to satisfy him. He started fucking me. I was able to wiggle out from under him and he grabbed me and shoved me to get back into position. I told him to put more lub on his cock. This man was rough as hell.

The next time, he went in a little more easy. Once his big cock head popped inside of me, he just shoved the rest in. My ass was hurting. He just started the fucking motion and he kept it going. Soon I was taking him all the way and I was not ready!

After a time my hole was open and it was starting to feel OK. He just kept fucking away. As my ass got more open, I started loving it. He went wild! His cock was fat, but not one of those long things, mainly just fat, like a beer can. Let me tell you guys, when you are getting fucked like that, you know it.

He was enjoying fucking my ass and he kept it going. When he got close to a climax, he would relax and rest. Then when he felt like it, he started up his fuck machine again and fucked my ass real good and very hard.

I kept hoping he would shoot his load, but he kept prolonging it. He must have fucked me for 30 hard minutes or more. At last he reared up and exploded up my ass. He really let a big load go. I was so glad that it was over, but still, after he got started, I must admit I was loving it.

He pulled it out of my ass, grabbed a towel and cleaned the cream off of his dick. Put it away, and walked out of the room with out saying a word to me. I was so glad it was over that I was trembling. When I tried to clean up, I noticed I had a little blood. The bastard had really laid one on me. I never wanted to get fucked like that again. Some guys like it that way, but not me!

I had made arrangements for Karl to have dinner with me that evening. Boy, but I had a few things to tell him and I was pissed that he told that stud that he could fuck me. I was so angry that I was steaming!

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.