Pompino in macchina con amici … se ne saranno accorti (dialoghi italiano)

The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over the narrow cobblestone alleyways of Rome. Two young Italian men, Marco and Luca, were walking arm in arm, their laughter echoing off the ancient stone walls as they made their way back to their shared apartment after a night out on the town.

As they turned the corner onto their street, Marco’s eyes widened in surprise. “Porca miseria,” he swore under his breath. Ferrari, their third roommate, was sitting on the hood of their beat-up Fiat 500, his legs spread wide and his jeans unzipped, his impressive cock bobbing in the warm evening air.

“Ciao, boys!” Ferrari called out cheerfully, waving them over. “I was starting to think you’d gotten lost!”

Marco and Luca exchanged a glance, eyebrows raised. “What are you doing, idiota?” Luca asked, sounding more curious than disapproving. “You can’t just whip it out in public like that!”

Ferrari grinned. “Why not? There’s no one around, and I’m feeling a bit… pent up. I thought I’d find some relief while waiting for you two lovebirds to show up.”

Marco’s gaze flicked to Ferrari’s thick, uncut member and he felt a flutter of desire in his stomach. He and Ferrari had fooled around a few times since they’d moved in together, but always in the privacy of their bedrooms. To see him like this, so confident and unashamed, was incredibly arousing.

Luca seemed equally affected, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of Ferrari’s cock. “Well, when you put it like that…” he murmured, stepping closer.

Marco followed suit, his own erection starting to strain against his jeans. “Mmm, it sure is a nice cock,” he said appreciatively. “None of our friends back home would ever just… whip it out like this.”

Ferrari smirked. “Stuffy prudes,” he scoffed. “The world could use a little more cock confidence.” He reached out and grabbed Marco by the front of his shirt, pulling him in for a deep, hungry kiss.

Marco moaned into Ferrari’s mouth, his hands coming up to tangle in the other man’s thick, dark hair. He could feel Luca pressing against his back, hot and hard against his ass, and it sent shivers down his spine.

“Let me help you with that,” Luca said, his voice low and rough with desire. He sank to his knees, shoving Marco’s pants and underwear down in one smooth motion. Ferrari hummed in approval, reaching out to stroke Luca’s hair as the other man took him into his mouth with a groan.

Marco watched, mesmerized, as Luca’s head bobbed over Ferrari’s cock, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet alleyway. His own erection strained towards Luca’s face, dripping with desire, and he ached to feel those skilled lips and tongue on him.

As if reading his mind, Luca released Ferrari’s cock with a lewd pop and turned to Marco, taking him deep in one smooth motion. Marco cried out, his hands coming up to fist in Luca’s hair as he fucked into his mouth, his hips moving of their own accord.

Ferrari moved behind Luca, all but tearing the other man’s pants off before sinking to his knees and burying his face between Luca’s ass cheeks. Luca keened around Marco’s cock, the sound vibrating deliciously up his shaft.

It was filthy, it was wrong, it was absolutely fucking incredible. Marco could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening as Luca worked him over with lips and tongue and throat. His mind was hazy with pleasure, his skin too tight, all of his focus zeroing in on the incredible sensations radiating from his cock.

With a final, desperate thrust, Marco came, pouring himself down Luca’s willing throat with a shout. Luca swallowed around him, milking every last drop before releasing him with a wet sound and turning to kiss Ferrari, who was stilllicking and nibbling at his ass.

The sight of them together sent another bolt of lust through Marco’s spent body. He reached out to stroke Ferrari’s hardened length, feeling Luca’s saliva still slick on his fingers. Ferrari groaned into Luca’s mouth, rutting into Marco’s hand as he continued to worship Luca’s hole.

Luca pulled back, panting, and shot Marco a filthy grin. “Wanna help me get Ferrari off?” he asked, his voice rough.

Marco felt his cock start to fill again at the thought. “Hell yeah,” he said, dropping to his knees beside Luca.

They worked Ferrari’s cock together, hands and mouths and tongues sliding over every inch. Ferrari cursed and moaned above them, his hips flexing as he struggled to hold back. “Fuck, fuck, yes…” he chanted, his voice breaking.

Luca chose that moment to sink his fingers into Ferrari’s ass, crooking them just right, and Ferrari came with a shout, his seed splattering over their faces and chests.

For a long moment, they sat there, panting and coated in sweat and cum, the combined scent of sex heavy in the warm night air. Then Marco reached out and grabbed Luca by the scruff of his neck, pulling him in for a messy kiss, Ferrari’s spunk still wet on their lips.

“Porca vacca, that was hot,” Luca breathed when they finally separated.

Marco could only nod in agreement, his brain still fuzzed out with post-orgasmic bliss. Ferrari just grinned, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he tucked himself back into his jeans. “Glad you enjoyed the show,” he said, sounding more than a little smug.

As they made their way up to their apartment, the afterimage of Ferrari’s cum-slicked cock seared into their brains, they couldn’t help but wonder whether anyone had caught a glimpse of their impromptu fuck session. If they had, it would certainly give their neighbors something to gossip about over their morning espresso.

But even if word got out, Marco knew he wouldn’t regret it. What was life without a little risk, a little adventure? And what an adventure it had been, right there in broad daylight, for all the world to see.

With a grin, he slipped his hand into Luca’s, squeezing gently as they reached the door to their apartment. Whatever happened next, he knew one thing for certain – life with his two best friends was never going to be boring.