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Furious wind battered the small window of the filthy bathroom.

After spending the day exploring a couple of towns in the Italian Alps, near the Swiss border, the last thing I wanted to do was laundry, but I had no choice. I had run out of underwear the day before and I had one more pair of clean socks.

“By the Hitman”

I was shooting the breeze with another sales associate on a typically slow Monday afternoon when a customer walked into the store. I gave him the once-over and could tell from his hound’s-tooth jacket, black turtleneck, gabardine slacks, and polished leather shoes that he obviously had good fashion sense, and wasn’t afraid to spend a large buck or two on clothing. So I whipped around a row of Hugo Boss suits, ahead of my colleague, and made first contact with the customer/commission.

It was a rainy, miserable, chilly, March afternoon. After being cooped up in my apartment for two days watching soap operas and my favorite porn videos, I needed to escape. The four walls were closing in on me. It had been raining for more than a week. I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen the sun.

Early the following morning, Tom was the first to force his eyelids open. The first thing his eyes saw was the heavenly beauty sleeping soundly to his left. Justin was fast asleep on his left side and as Tom slid his body upright, the covers inched themselves from Justin’s perfect tight body to the point that Tom’s eyes fell on Justin’s bare ass. Tom simply couldn’t resist to steal the opportunity for a quick whiff of Justin’s exposed little bung hole, so he inched his body downwards until he was in the proper position to do just that. Inhaling deeply, the mild coconut aroma filled his lungs with the utmost of pleasantries. While Tom was taking numerous sniffs of Justin’s asshole, his cock grew into a wanting desire to sniff for itself to.

“By the Hitman”

“By the Hitman”

After four days of turmoil in Palermo, I was ready for some peace and quiet. I hoped to find it in Cefal∙, a small picture postcard town on the North Central coast of Sicily. There were no major attractions in the town except for the cathedral, the large rock formation from which the town derived its name, and a beach. My only interest was the beach. I had every intention of relaxing in the sun for three days and baking myself to a golden brown before I had to head back to the continent.

Jack was a horny guy who had an attitude problem. He had been to Military College where he stayed until his twenty-first birthday. When he arrived home he decided to pop over and say hi. I was ten years his senior but nothing could stop my reaction and my responses when he ordered me around… I love it…