I live a private life, I am a DDS by profession, so my personal life is not out in the open. I took a trip as I do every year to some far off place, in this case the coast of Amalfi in Italy. My usual time is spent reading, walking around, just taking it slow. I don't tend to imbibe with the locals. That afternoon I was sitting and reading and enjoying a bottle of wine and man sat beside me and we started to talk. He was a local but had lived in Chicago for many years. Something about him invited me to keep the conversation alive.

He was visiting relatives and he mentioned that he really missed something American, a McDonald's Big Mac. We laughed at how these things get to us and we said well let's go and we got up and walked several blocks to the McDonald's and had a Big Mac. He invited me to dinner, he said he knew of the best place in town for seafood, a quiet off the street little restaurant where he knew the cook. He came by to get me around 8 that night and we walked a mile or so and up into the alley ways and knocked on a door and a woman in her seventies met us and we walked in. We were at his mother's house.

She served all sorts of antipasto, and wine of course and we drank slowly and ate slowly, a many course meal of pasta, and seafood and wine and more wine. Finally after midnight we walked back to my small hotel. When we got to the hotel he asked to see my room and well why not. He looked out the window at the street below and turned and asked me if I wanted company. He said something about how he could tell from my fingers they were so meticulously manicured. I told him I was a dentist and it was part of the trade, but he was close to me then with his hands on my sides and his big beer belly in between and he asked me again if I wanted company, this beefy man with too much too drink, hair on his chest and neck and back and arms pressing me with his belly and holding me with his hands, this man that I had just met that afternoon.

But his presence overwhelmed me and rather than answer I just leaned forward to kiss, we kissed for a few minutes, he started with the buttons of my shirt, and then with belt and button of my pants, he took his shirt off exposing his large belly his chest covered in hair, his hand in my pants, no words just heavy breathing and he sat me on the small bed and lowered his pants for me to feed from his cock. I love cock I always have and somehow his cock that night was the piece de resistance, so much cock, a man of girth, with his large belly overhead, not worth trying I could never get that monster all in my mouth. But I tried, I was hungry by then, and I tried my blood boiling, my eyes glazed as I enjoyed this man, his large hot hands on my face while I sucked on his cock.

I fell back on the bed and he pulled my pants off leaning forward to suck my cock, to run his fingers and hands around my balls and between my balls and my anus which he felt with care driving me further into a state of readiness, I didn't want to wait bu he made me wait, kissing my chest, sucking on my nipples, rubbing his cock against mine, there was no question that it was going to missionary so I spread my legs and let him come up and up and kiss me while he ground his cock into mine and reaching down and positioning his cock against my anus and pressing forward with all his weight, somehow swallowing him until he was completely in and he fucked. He fucked hard, and fast and hard and slow and hard and fast and hard and slow not wanting to cum, he leaned back on his hands and then leaned forward to kiss, and when he did he inserted himself so far in I don't think I could have taken it any more.

He did cum and when he did it felt like he was going to die, he relaxed so much that his whole body fell on mine and took my breath away as his clock slowly slipped out. He was company for me that night but only for a while, after he had recovered and cleaned up he left the hotel and went back to his mother's house.

It has been several months now, it was late last summer that I was there, when I work on my patients I look at my hands and think of that brute of a man and how he made my holiday to the Amalfi coast fill my memory. He is back in Chicago and I am back at work, we have touched base but between work and well I am just intimidated and we haven't been able to get together again. But the memory is clear.