I went to Rome to study a masters in early Roman history. The girls, wow, sensual, made your dick get hard just watching them walk. So much pussy, everywhere. I masturbated every night, with a different girl. The sad thing was that you are a foreigner and the girls blew you off, never wanted anything to do with you. Masturbation.

I went on a trip to Pompeii with these two Italian guys that were in the program with me. Lots of fun, we ate at local places, they ordered and I ate. We spent the day walking around the ruins, they were so slim, and the girls smiled at them. In the restroom, he dropped his pants down to smooth out his shirt and his dick was right there for me to see. I had never seen an Italian dick, I was embarrassed of my dick, side by side he had a dick. That night I imagined what his dick would look like when he had a hard on. I masturbated thinking about his dick, wondering what his dick would feel like when he fucked a girl, or when he fucked me. I actually thought that, how would he fuck me.

I didn't think about girls anymore, I hung around him and his friends, they let me hang with them, and they got girls, they had money, and they were young and they got girls and I got what was left over. I saw his penis many times, because I moved in with him and another Italian friend, and they didn't have an issue with being naked, and at night I could dream of his penis, of being able to stroke his penis, of being able to suck his penis, of having him fuck me with his penis. It was during our time living together that I dreamed of kissing with him, of having him run his hands all over my body as we kissed and he would grab my penis and stroke me and I would hold his penis and stroke him. I masturbated almost every day.

But he fucked girls, and I got what was left over, some not so pretty, usually older girl, and she let me fuck her because her pretty friend was being fucked by him, she let me fuck her. I got the leftovers and she got the leftovers.

Part of my coursework required me to work with this professor. He was a fat Italian man in his forties, knowledgeable, but fat and he liked to eat, so it seemed that every time I had to have a conference with him we went to some restaurant. One day, we were in small restaurant and he was explaining something to me and he put his hand on my thigh and he rubbed my thigh and he talked to me and he rubbed my thigh and he rubbed my thigh, and I got an erection he passed his hand over my erection and he gently squeezed my erection and when we walked out of the little restaurant he ran his hand over my rear end.

We walked to his apartment and he offered me some wine and he got naked and laid back on his bed and invited me to come over and get naked with him. He sucked my dick, my first man sucking my dick, and he put my hand on his dick, the first dick I touched and he got hard and he got me naked just like him and he had me suck his dick, and then he laid me back on his bed and he kissed me while he played with my dick. He licked my asshole and pushed my legs up over my head and took his dick and put it up against my asshole and he dropped spit on his dick and he slowly, shoved his dick in my asshole and when he got it in he leaned over me and kissed me and fucked me.

For the rest of my program in Italy he was my lover, I didn't fuck girls anymore, no more left overs, I sucked his dick, I kissed with him until my dick was so hard I would cum all over him, I would lay back on the bed and he would fuck me, and he would kiss me while he fucked me. I didn't masturbate any more, I sucked his dick instead, I loved sucking his dick, he was always so hard, and I loved getting ready for him, waiting for him to fuck me.

Leaving Rome to return to Ohio for my Phd was like tearing out my fingernails. I am a tenured professor in History now, and I have a young lover now, a grad student of my own, he has a nice dick which I like to suck and he fucks me, I fuck him too, but he is willing to fuck me, and I need to get fucked, I need it, and when he is fucking me I imagine my Italian friend from my studies in Rome, I imagine his dick, what would it have been like to have his dick fucking me.

One thing I did get from my studies in Rome, a deep appreciation of the phallus, I love dick, I can't live without it.