Straight fuck his friend

Title: The Italian Virility: Straight Friends Fuck in Raw Urge

The Mediterranean sun beat down mercilessly on the dusty Italian countryside, but one farmhouse was the setting for an aria of another kind – the primal pas de deux of two Italian stallions satisfying their carnal urges. The protagonists were Luca and Marco, two 30-something virile men, friends who had known each other for decades and shared a different kind of comradery in secret.

Luca, the taller of the two with a rugged beard and washboard abs, was engaged in the mundane task of harvesting grapes. His shirtless torso glistened with sweat, the sun bringing out the olive tone of his skin. His tight jeans hugged his muscular ass, leaving little to the imagination.

Marco, not one to be outdone, sauntered over, his own chiseled physique on full display. “Ciao, bella,” he drewled, his voice a deep rumble. Luca rolled his eyes, but a smirk played on his full lips. They shared a look, a silent understanding.

Without a word, they retreated into the farmhouse, the musty scent of earth and male musk enveloping them. They didn’t bother with niceties, both desperately needing release. Hands groped and tore at each other’s clothes, the sound of zippers and buttons giving way to their ragged breaths.

Marco pushed Luca against the kitchen counter, his cool skin contrasting with the warmth of Luca’s hard body. Luca’s hands reached for Marco’s cock, already hard and straining against his boxers. They kissed, deep and dirty – all tongue and teeth, a clash of wills and desire.

Marco spun Luca around, bending him over the counter. His knees weakened at the first touch of Marco’s fingers against his rim, teasing and prodding. Marco spat into his hand, lubing up his thick cock before pressing against Luca’s tight entrance.

A swift thrust buried Marco’s cock deep inside, the sensation of heat and fullness almost overwhelming. Luca’s breath hitched as Marco started to move, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure racing up his spine. The clap of skin against skin mingled with their grunts and moans, echoing through the farmhouse.

“Fuck, Luca,” Marco growled, gripping Luca’s hips hard enough to bruise. “You like that, don’t you? You fucking love having my cock splitting you open.”

Luca could only whimper in reply, too lost in the throes of passion to form coherent words. He reached down to stroke his own aching cock, the slick glide of skin on skin a delicious contrast to the hard, hot press of Marco’s cock inside him.

Marco changed angle, hitting that sweet spot that made Luca see stars. “Shit, right there,” Luca gasped, his cock pulsing in his hand. Marco smirked, holding him in place as he pounded into that spot mercilessly.

Sweat dripped down Luca’s back, mingling with the slick heat between his cheeks. The world narrowed down to just this – the sensation of being filled, possessed, claimed. He felt the pressure building at the base of his spine, his cock leaking steadily now.

“Come on, Luca,” Marco urged, voice rough with lust. “Fucking come for me. Let me see you fall apart.”

Luca’s back arched, his hand flying over his cock, desperate for release. “Fuck, Marco,” he cried out, his voice breaking. “I’m gonna – I’m gonna fucking come.”

His cock erupted with barely a touch, thick ropes of come painting the kitchen counter. The sensation triggered his own orgasm, his ass clamping down on Marco’s cock as he filled him with his release.

They collapsed together, both panting and sweat-slicked. Marco pulled out slowly, his softening cock slipping free with a wet sound. They stayed curled around each other for a moment, basking in the afterglow.

But they were no strangers to this dance. Clean-up was quick and efficient, the evidence of their coupling washed away. Within minutes, they were back outside, their clothes filthy and their hair mussed. But the looks shared were filled with a deep satisfaction, a secret understanding between two friends who shared more than just a bond.

They returned to their chores, the urgency gone, their bodies satiated for now. But the knowledge remained, a silent acknowledgment of their buried desires and the raw passion they shared under the Italian sun. A secret that would be repeated, as the power of the Italian virility demanded.