Chapter 2

Author’s note: Of all the codes for the story as a whole, only Ma/mt, oral sex and teacher/student apply for this chapter.

A few days later we had left Florence for a day trip to Siena. The night with the boys had helped a lot in clearing the air by then. It took Casper and Lars some time, but by that time they had stopped avoiding me just like Vince and Jeff had almost immediately.

After visiting the central piazza and city hall, the cathedral and some minor other sites, we let our students explore the city for themselves after setting a time that everyone had to be back at the bus parking. When all students knew the arrangements for the rest of the stay in Siena, the teachers left them to their own devices and went looking for a small restaurant for lunch.

As the other teachers had visited Siena multiple times by then, they preferred to chill out on the terrazza of the restaurant where we had lunch. I, on the other hand, wanted to go for a walk to absorb the local atmosphere and find some books on the city in order to better prepare myself next year, it was decided we’d split up and just like our students we’d see each other again at the meeting point.

With that I left them and started wandering through the maze of streets without any clear goal. I meandered along the narrow streets, inhaling the smell of recently cooked food and feeling the sun on my back. After an hour or so I figured I had seen enough. By then I had also found two decent books that seemed not too boring to read, but at the same time informative enough to be useful. So I decided to start finding my way back to the piazza where we had agreed to meet.

Apparently I was closer than I thought, because it took me les than 10 minutes to walk there. That left me with about half an hour to kill before the agreed meeting time. Half an hour was not enough to go back into the city, but it is a long time if you have to wait. I praised my fortune that I had just bought something to read. But first I needed a bathroom break. There was a public bathroom here, probably the reason why the other teachers had chosen this spot as the rendez-vous point. I took the stairs to the lower level under the piazza and paid the small fee to enter the bathroom.

When I entered, the place appeared clean enough and totally empty. I chose the urinal at the far end, as most men would. I had barely freed my dick and directed it towards the porcelain when I heard someone else enter the bathroom. Irritatingly enough, the new guy walked straight to the urinal next to me. As I took a quick glance to the side who this guy was that didn’t know the social code, I realized it was Vince. He must have arrived at the piazza soon after me.

Vince noticed my glance. “Hi,” was all he said, with a grin on his face.

“Uhm, hi,” I replied, a little unprepared for this encounter. I focused on my stream, being uncomfortable talking while peeing. Even more so as Vince continued to look at me, while I heard him unzip his fly. As I finished, something in the corner of my eye triggered me to look at Vince once more. He was standing with his dick in his hand, but he clearly wasn’t here to pee. His 9 inch cock was fully engorged, and he was slowly stroking it. He had turned just slightly towards me; there was no doubt he was doing this for my viewing pleasure. My mouth felt dry, and I tried to swallow. I could feel my dick, that had been ready to be tucked back in, beginning to respond to what I saw.

“Like it?” Vince asked, with a mischievous undertone in his voice. His slow, deliberate stroking continued as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do here, in a public bathroom. I should have been shocked, or at least surprised. But my dick was quickly getting harder.

“Seems like you do,” Vince continued, with a pointed look to my erection.

It was true that I couldn’t stop myself from staring without so much as an attempt to hide it. There simply was something entrancing about the sight of that thick, pulsing piece of manflesh. About the way his hand moved up and down its length, the way his heavy nuts filled the space between his legs. I couldn’t tear myself away from the sight.

Without realizing it I had started to stroke my own cock as well. But I didn’t want to just jerk off. Since Vince had taken the initiative, I suspected he wouldn’t mind if I pushed things further. I quickly looked around to make sure there wasn’t anyone else in the restrooms and nodded towards the stalls.

“In there,” I said, my voice hushed and husky from arousal.

We didn’t even bother to zip back up, and just dashed for the nearest bathroom stall, dicks swaying in front of us. For American readers I may need to point out that European stall doors are made for actual privacy: there’s no large gap between the door and the floor nor between the door and the stall walls. I made sure to lock it before turning to face Vince.

We were both frozen in the moment. For a few seconds we just looked at each other, flushed, breathing heavily and a throbbing, rock hard cock hanging from our unzipped jeans.

When our eyes locked again, I reached out towards his shoulder. From there I gently traced my hand over his chest. Vince didn’t flinch. He looked back into my eyes, allowing me to continue touching him. As I did, I could feel his heart racing under his t-shirt. He was just as into this as I was.

Taking this as a confirmation of his willingness, I let my hand wander further south. Never breaking eye contact, I finally reached his cock, that was begging for attention. I carefully wrapped my fingers around his hardness, feeling the weight of his shaft in my hand. A small gasp left Vince’ lips and I started to slowly ease my hand up and down his length. I wasn’t sure if he had ever been touched like this before, but he seemed to relax into the sensation almost immediately. It didn’t take him long to reach for my cock too, with eyes still locked, meeting each other’s stare. I moaned softly as I felt his grip tighten around my shaft. Vince’s grip was firm, confident, as he matched my pace.

My other hand made its way around Vince’s body and found its way to his ass. I squeezed gently and pulled him in. As our dicks touched, so did our lips. It was only a peck at first but the spark between us was undeniably intense. Our kiss deepened and our tongues found each other. Hungrily, we explored and tasted each other as our tongues swirled against lips, teeth and tongue. The more we touched, the more our inhibitions melted away.