Summer is a cummin in once again over here in Italy and it's time to slip out of heavy winter clothes and into next to nothing. The great thing about wearing next to nothing is you get to see a whole lot of something. Like I did when I first arrived in Rome some years back. I was standing on a corner one sultry afternoon and this guy came whizzing round the bend on a motor scooter. He was dressed all in red like the little devil he turned out to be and his unbuttoned shirt streamed out behind him giving me a plentiful peek of perfect pecs and nifty nipples. He parked his scooter and went off to buy some smokes. Italian guys light up a lot. What's more they're always running out and bumming cigarettes. It's not just a pretext to pick somebody up either although they do that too.

As he came out of the shop I fumbled about in my pockets for an imaginary cigarette and he offered me one of his. Easy as that. We chatted and he seemed turned on by the fact I was from England. He even asked for my mobile phone number. They're into that over here too. A guy usually has a cigarette stuck in his mouth, a phone stuck against his ear and an arm stuck round some girl. You really want to stick it in him and show him what he's missing. Still some of them are into guys too but they don't broadcast the fact. You have to keep your antennae finely tuned all the time to see who's on the same wave length.

Anyway I'm convinced most Italian men swing both ways. It's just a question of striking when the iron's hot. If you get my drift. Like when they're after some girl's pussy and she's not giving out. You hang around and watch for the signs then you make sure you're in the right place at the right time and go in for the kill. Of course being cute helps. And I'm cute. Blond hair, blue eyes and tight butt. Usually one of those, or a combination of all three, gets them every time. My dick ain't bad either but they don't get to see that straight away. Unless I'm super excited which I was when I met Rudy. Actually his name was Rodolfo but that was too much of a mouthful. Later I discovered his dick was too. In fact I literally bit off more than I could chew and got myself into deep shit. Deep cum actually but more of that later. First the fashion news.

His jeans hung low at the hip and I could see his horny hip bone. I mean his hip bone wasn't horny but I sure was when I got a look at it as he shoved his pack of cigarettes deep into his pocket. Could see the elastic of his Calvins too. They were all the rage when I arrived. As were baggy jeans. So you didn't get to see much. The best being hidden beneath reams of cloth. And to think that it all started in the States. Shame on you. Anyway the rest of him was fairly open to view and he had a great torso. He saw me looking of course and his dick was probably swelling with pride under all that extra material. Then he was off, clasping the bike firmly between his legs and making me wish he was riding me instead. With one wave he was gone.

I wasn't expecting him to call but he did. Told me a group of them were going to Gay Village which was then between the flea market and the Pyramid but they've moved it up river now and it's only open in the summer. Ironically enough, especially for me, the original location used to be a slaughter house but they closed it down. It was a popular meeting place and pretty mixed as people were glad to get out of the house and under the stars and spend a pleasant evening there.

Round the corner there's a gay night club called "The Alibi." Apt title. Rudy took me there later although I wasn't sure if he was gay or not. He spent most of the evening hanging round his girl friend's neck. Then he took off about 2 a.m. and told me to wait for him. I had a few drinks and a few dances and he was back before three. I was in the middle of the floor doing a kind of solo number. He didn't waste any time talking about his girl-friend but grabbed me round the waist, slipped his hands down the back of my pants and kissed me. I wasn't wearing underwear and grew hard at the feel of his cool hands on my hot butt. He put his tongue deep into my mouth and his fingers deep into my ass. I shivered with pleasure. It was all the more terrific as I wasn't expecting it.

I could feel his dick throbbing against mine and couldn't wait to get it inside me. I slid my hand up his shirt front and felt those terrific nipples. I nearly came on the dance floor. After a while he dragged me off in the direction of the back room but we didn't go inside. He said he knew a better place. More secluded. But wanted to suck my dick a bit before taking me there. He put his hand deep into his pocket, affording me another horny look at his hipbone and drew out a bottle of poppers. He handed it to me. I'm not into drugs or ecstasy and all that so at first I refused. But he insisted and made me take a sniff. The effect was immediate and wondrous. As he sucked me off it felt like my body was an extension of my dick and not vice versa.

My knees crumbled and I creamed his chomping chops in two seconds flat. He didn't seem to mind and said he hoped he'd be able to linger a bit longer in my ass. I almost grew hard again at the thought of it. I felt absolutely boneless as he led me off to the slaughter. You see it never occurred to me that we were not going to be alone. My head and everything else was popping. It was a hot, balmy summer's night and I felt great. Rudy was going to fuck me under the stars and I had fucking stars in my eyes.

He took me down some steps leading to the river. There was a bridge and we were under it. Or rather I was crushed against its concrete columns. He put the little brown bottle under my nose again. My head swam and my ears popped as he wrenched open my ass cheeks and proceeded to pop the hell out of my butt with his huge dick. 'Hellzapoppin' I think that film was called. Well it was certainly popping me. Thank God for amyl I thought as my body began to dissolve under the savage onslaught. He plunged and he lunged until I was almost biting my tongue and grinding my teeth against the concrete. For no apparent reason the Pringle jingle started running through my head: "Once you pop, you can't stop." And when he did stop he soon started again although his dick didn't seem quite so big. And then again and again. Always different. Until my head cleared a bit and I realized I was being gang banged. His buddies were lining up to nail me.

I nearly fainted from the pain and shock. But the worst was yet to come. Bystanders were no longer standing by. Rudy offered to share my ass with them and when I opened my mouth to protest one of his friends soon shoved his dick in there. Somebody gave me another sniff of amyl and suddenly I didn't care anymore. Guys were coming inside my ass, coming inside my mouth and jerking off all over me. Soon I was wet with cum and sweat and moaning like a sow in heat. God knows how many of them I serviced. At the end of it all I felt like Blanche Dubois in ''A Streetcar Named Desire.'' In fact looking back on that terrifying but terrific experience I wonder just what Tennessee Williams might have packed into his play if he hadn't been writing in the fifties. I know for a fact I certainly packed a lot into my mouth and ass. But to get back to Blanche. Rudy left me in an uncomely heap and went off laughing with his friends. Fortunately I was able to "depend on the kindness of strangers" and this guy picked me up and took me home and washed and dressed me.

He had to give me some of his own clothes because mine, and my ass, were in ribbons. His name's Antonio and we're still together. So all's well that ends well I suppose. He assured me he hadn't participated in the carnage and had arrived just in time to wipe me off the floor. I was glad he hadn't been a witness to my shame and also that he hadn't taken advantage of me. He told me that in my English innocence I'd let myself be abused. The place was very well known as a haunt for gangs of homophiles who enjoyed beating up gays. Enjoyed fucking them too I thought to myself if Rudy was anything to go by. He'd kissed me as if he'd meant it and certainly made an excellent meal out of my dick. Not to mention my ass. But maybe he just couldn't admit it to himself.

I think Antonio was probably right about my being too naive and trusting but I'm sure you've guessed by now that after I got over the initial shock I actually rather enjoyed the experience. Antonio's very nice and very kind but a bit heavy and protective. Like a winter overcoat. I'm already getting a little bored. Need to find some new blood. Slip into something a little more comfortable so to speak. Maybe some time soon I'll take another walk on the wildside. Get some mobile phone numbers and lead a few horny lambs to the slaughter. After all, as I said earlier, summer is a cummin in over here in Italy.