Hi there, I'm Barringer. Maybe you remember me. Hope so. My life has changed quite a bit since I wrote to you last. I'm living in Europe and getting some practical experience working as assistant to an international lawyer in Italy. Of course, I'm getting plenty of other experience as well. No doubt you'll be reading all about it one day.

I'm no longer a sex-slave to my former father-in-law but he does look me up every now and then. Maybe I should say fuck me up, as I must admit he did rather confuse me for a while. Still I'm grateful to him for opening up my sexual horizons. Not to mention my ass. He also gave me a taste for "tie me up and tie me down" as I like to call it. And by the way, talking of taste, I ran into Callan Smith the other day. He's in the "entertainment" business and gave me some useful tips about scoring over here but we're not really into the same scene. Which is just as well I suppose. As far as I can tell from his stories he likes tweaking twinks and tapping their potential. Either that or humping horny hunks.

From my experience, limited I grant you, big pecs are usually an indication of small peckers. I've learned to go for the scrawny ones myself. As I told you in the second story I wrote, they're often full of fleshy surprises. Dick-wise I mean. Seems a lot of you agree with me too judging by the letters I received. Anyway I've just had another terrific scrawny experience so enough of the pre-amble and on with the story.

Part of my job in the lawyer's office is translating documents from Italian into English. Just a few weeks ago this scrawnily sexy guy walked in with two pages of text. I felt myself boning as soon as I saw him. He's what I can only call "an eyelasher." He had the most beautiful brown eyes and the longest and darkest eyelashes I'd ever seen on a man. They seemed to stroke my face every time he looked at me. Not that he was effeminate. No way. He was slim and he was sinuous, almost pretty, but every single hormone exuded masculinity.

The long sleeved tee shirt, which adhered to his firm cumly frame, was the kind Brad Pitt wore in "The Mexican." In fact the only good thing about that horrible movie was that tee shirt. The other thing that impressed me about him was the way he sat down. He was so relaxed and laid back. He slipped into the black leather armchair just like he was slipping into a second skin. Then he stretched out his legs as if they wanted to meet mine and leaned back in the chair, his hands behind his head. As he did so the t-shirt did a bit of stretching of its own and brushed tightly against his neat nipples. I was totally undone in two and a half seconds flat. You see I've got quite a thing about nipples. Must be a hangover from my heterosexual days. Or a hang-up left over from my mother.

I just love sucking nipples. Or nibbling them. Or biting them. You name it. For me a teat is a treat. I was immediately envisaging him squirming with pleasure as I tortured those pert pectoral pimples of his with my tongue. And we hadn't even started talking business yet. Anyway I won't bore you with details. Suffice to say I gave him some pointers to avoid a lawsuit for rights to a slogan he'd used in a publicity campaign: Pushes limits. Challenges convention.

All the time I was mentally turning it into a slogan of my own but with definite sexual connotations. I'd wanted to push a few limits and challenge a few conventions the moment I laid eyes on him. As he stood up to thank me for my help, part of his shirt rose with him, revealing a bare sun roasted midriff. The sight of it made my head swim. Just a flash of flesh but I felt I was coming in my pants. Nobody had ever had quite such an immediate physical effect on me. I asked him if he'd care for a coffee at the bar round the corner. He accepted.

By now I had a case of serious seepage and excused myself to go to the restroom. I'd just finished putting a thick wad of toilet paper down the front of my briefs and was washing my hands when he came in. He watched me while he was taking a leak. Maybe in different circumstances I might well have stood next to him and examined his dick. Or even gone down on him. But, ever the perfect professional, I thought this was neither the time nor the place. Instead he came and stood next to me and washed his hands. Our eyes met in the mirror. Just a split second but they spoke volumes.

He leaned over and kissed me. His eyelashes brushing my face as he did so. Literally this time. Then he was gone. He'd barely touched my lips but it was enough. He'd made the first move. He'd done the 'pushing' and the 'challenging.' Now it was up to me. He was there waiting for me when I came out of the restroom. Discretion personified. Of course, we already knew each other's names but we'd made quite a quantum leap forward in our acquaintance. All the same it took me a while to get used to it. You see I'm still basically a mid-westerner and sometimes a little backward in coming sexually forward.

Over coffee he told me he couldn't wait to get his hands on me and asked what time I finished work. We arranged to meet in the same coffee bar later. I was trembling when I got back to the office. I couldn't concentrate on anything and eventually had to make a quick return visit to the john and jerk off. I felt a little embarrassed, as I had no change of underwear. I decided to ask him back to my place so I could at least wash up and change before the inevitable happened. I couldn't wait to get my hands on him either. But we didn't get further than the car park around the corner. It was dark when I arrived at the bar. We didn't stop for a drink. We just got straight into his Toyota and had only gone two blocks when I buried my nose in his fly and he had to pull over as I pulled down his zipper with my teeth. His jeans fell open like the pages of an erotic magazine and there were three-dimensional illustrations waiting for me there.

His dick was trying to work its way out to meet my lips and was peeping over the elastic band of his 2xist briefs. I licked it with the tip of my tongue. He snuggled down a bit further in the driver's seat while I did some driving of my own. He kept his eyes peeled while I peeled his foreskin and got my lips fully round his uncut dick. I was so excited. And scared too. I was only within walking distance of my office and in spite of the darkness someone I knew could come along at any moment and see us. But the delicious combination of the danger and his dick was too much for me.

I sucked him dry and felt supreme satisfaction as he pushed my head down and shuddered his jizz into my mouth. Like everything else between us so far, it was over in seconds. I kissed his dick and zipped him back up. He smiled as I licked my lips like the cat who'd got the cream. Of course he said, "my call," and wanted to go down on me but a flash of headlights had us belting up and belting off.

In ten minutes we were in my apartment and could kiss and touch each other at our leisure. I fixed him a drink to keep him happy while I was having my shower but he said he was more interested in drinking me. Still I did at least manage to get my dick clean before he mussed it all up again. We were both pretty thirsty and not just for each other. As he drank the shower water I knelt down in front of him and satiated my thirst at the fountain that cascaded from his bounteous balls. Then I let my tongue run up the jutting ledge of his penis to follow the narrow line of fine hair that climbed like the tendrils of a creeping plant over the slim slats of his abdomen to the overhanging balcony of his pectorals.

I stopped just below those heavenly nipples of his. I drank the warm dew flowing from them and let them flower in my mouth. I was home. His body responded to the tense touch of my tongue like grass responding to the breeze. He shivered with pleasure and groaned his full appreciation. I knew this was the moment to enter him but he had only just emptied my dick. Undaunted I put a soapy finger in his butt and started the preliminaries. He responded so well to these that pretty soon I found I was getting hard again. Not rock hard but hard enough to work my way into him and stay there until the sensuous feel of the soft cushion that was his ass, combined with the iron grip of his feisty butt cheeks on my dick, made me excited again.

I went through the motions even if I didn't cum until much later. I can't tell you how great it felt lingering under the warm water of the shower and also cruising his spunky little ass. By the time we'd finished our skin was as wrinkled as our dicks. It was most definitely the cleanest and the longest fuck either of us had ever had.

I made dinner and we listened to music. Then it was time to go to bed and discover more intimate secrets about our bodies and souls. He was slim and he was wiry but there was no end to his libido. I awoke in the middle of the night to find his erect dick hanging like a trophy over my head. I opened my mouth, put out my tongue and more than earned my prize.

Later he played hard to get and wouldn't kiss me goodnight or give me a butterfly kiss with his long eyelashes. I tied him to the bed and made him admit who was master. This was a new experience for him and I could see from his dick that he liked it. Finally he opened his mouth to swallow my tongue and acknowledge his hunger. I fucked him hard and long. I pounded his ass with my dick and bruised his lips with my mouth until he begged for mercy. I battered his butt and buttered his nipples and gave him as much pain as I thought he could take, and then some. He thrived on it and spat back at me and pulled wildly at his cords. I was afraid to unleash him in case he bit my dick off. We both calmed down eventually and kissed each other tenderly. Even had some conversation. He told me his father had wine fields in the south of Italy and invited me to spend the summer there. If there's anything left of him by the time I've finished with him. He's so scrawnily sexy.