Europe with Spartacus

The story is written in collaboration with my friend Fred in Norway and is completely fictional. Ivar is a youngster of the writer's imagination, and so are the men he meets on his `educational journey'.

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Europe with Spartacus

Chapter 13

French Riviera (1975)

Ivar was very happy when he saw that the hunk himself was the masseur. He already felt the familiar feedback from his growing dick.

"Are you satisfied with a male masseur, young man? Our Thai lady has her day off, but she will be back tomorrow if you want to change." The former waiter placed himself so Ivar could see him, even though he was face down.

"A chick? No! Please, no. I hoped for a real man, so please just go ahead! I need to get my muscles kneaded after too many hours on a train." Ivar tried to imagine the body in front of him without clothes. His hard-on had a fight between the towel and his belly. He tried to adjust, but found it impossible.

"You want it soft or hard, my friend?" The man placed both palms on Ivar's back.

"I like to be treated hard, but don't kill me, please!" Ivar placed his face down into the head-rest.

"Any untouchable parts of your body, garon?" The man had started to follow Ivar's spine with both hands.

"What could that be?" Ivar was laughing.

"You could be ticklish, or maybe you wouldn't like your butt to be touched." As to underline the question he placed his palms on Ivar's buttocks which were covered by the towel. The masseur moved his hands over the hips and down the sides, pressing against the thin cover.

"What if I especially wanted my butt treated?" Ivar murmured. He was in a teasing mood now, and he had been horny since he had been dried off by the youngster.

"Then we do without this!" The man lifted the towel that had covered Ivar's lower area. He found a flacon of oil and poured some on Ivar's body from neck, down to his buttocks, and all the way down to his feet.

The hard massage was a dream. Ivar loved the long strokes and he loved the way his muscles were stretched. His legs got some special treatment and even his feet. The masseur poured some extra oil into his hands, to warm it, before he started work on Ivar's round globes. For the first time during the massage, Ivar made some small groans. As a sort of reflex he spread his legs a bit, and after a while even wider and then it could not be anything but an invitation. The man added more oil direct into the lad's arsecrack and with two fingers he followed the crack from the back and as far down he could.

Ivar lifted his hips a little and managed to free his hard cock from the pressure. He pushed it down so that his balls and cock were now clearly visible between his spread legs. The masseur did not touch them, but spread Ivar's buttocks wider. He stopped with his fingers outside the rosebud and added some oil. Very carefully, just the tip of one finger went inside. Ivar moaned and opened himself. A small part of the finger went inside while the other hand touched the hard balls. Ivar screamed.

"Sorry," the man whispered. "Did it hurt?"

"No, no, just go on. Give me more fingers, but be careful or I'm going to cum on your table." Ivar looked aside and got a glimpse of the man's bulge - a very visible man-cock tented the white shorts.

"Not the first teenager I've worked on, garon, but let me change position!" The man went in front of Ivar and started to work with his hands from the shoulders downwards. His crotch touched the face-rest.

Ivar got another glimpse of the man. He was sweating in the small cubicle. A name-badge told him that the man's name was Davide. He now remembered that the man had presented himself earlier while he was pre-occupied with his visual inspection.

"May I touch your body, Davide?" Ivar had heard that touching a masseur's body was like an insult.

"Please go on, garon. You don't mind that I take off my shirt? It's hot in here." Without waiting for an answer, Davide stripped off his white shirt. The tanned muscular body was a dream; no body hair and glistening muscles. Again he leaned forward. Ivar lifted his arms and locked them behind Davide's hard buttocks and upper legs. His cock met Ivar's face. Ivar sniffed and pressed against his crotch.

Davide changed position again, placing himself by Ivar's hips. "Please, turn over," he said and helped Ivar to find a comfortable position on his back. Ivar was then given a small cushion for his head; another one underneath his knees.

"You comfortable, young man?" Davide let his oiled hand start between Ivar's nipples, slide down the front of his body, touching his navel and the shadow that was about to grow again, before he took Ivar's cock in a firm grasp. Ivar whimpered when Davide used his other hand to squeeze one and then the other nipple.

Davide went to work on Ivar's front, but concentrated on his balls and his cock. There was a hard and real wank for some minutes. Ivar trembled and lifted his hips now and then. With one hand he unzipped Davide's shorts and found the stiff man-cock. Davide did not protest when Ivar managed to take the huge weapon into his mouth and used his hard lips to lock the cockhead inside.

Davide placed one knee on the massage bench and bent down to find Ivar's cock with his own mouth. For some minutes the two sucked each other in a sort of 69 position. Ivar had problems with Davide's cock, as huge as Col's in Paris, but the trained sucker here took Ivar's 19 cm (7.5 inches) all the way.

Ivar was nearly in a trance, and told Davide he was about to cum.

"Wait, garon, wait! I offer you the last part of my special massage. You allow me to play with yourÉ love button?" Davide searched for the words in his French-English way of speaking.

"Yes, yes, please, yes please!" Ivar lifted his legs and pulled them aside. Davide placed a cushion under Ivar's bum, spread his buttocks and filled the hole with oil. One finger went inside, two fingers and then three fingers; Ivar took them all and Davide gave the lad from the north a boy-cunt massage he never had experienced before.

"I'm cumming now...can't wait, can't wait!" Ivar spunked hands-free all over his own body. He hit his own face, his wild hair and his oily body. Ivar found Davide's cock. "Please fuck me, Davide! Fuck me hard now, and make me cum a second time.

"I can't fuck you here, honey. I've broken some rules already!" But the man did not withdraw from Ivar's mouth, and he went on finger-fucking the Norse Viking. Ivar found his own cock and wanked it with his own fist. Moments later he spunked again, a piss-like dripping clear liquid, while Davide, the masseur, filled Ivar's mouth with a creamy white load. Ivar swallowed every drop and licked his lips.

"Thank you, Davide! A very hot day in Nice!" Ivar grinned.

"I'll send the junior to show you the shower and find some new towels." David pulled up his shorts, found his shirt and left.

Half an hour later, after a nice treatment by the junior, and Ivar was about to leave. Davide came with a note for him. "While you had the massage, yourÉ partnerÉwas here." Davide stammered. He didn't want to disturb you, but he left this message.

"Trouble with the car, honey. I will be back after midnight. Don't forget about the table booked for two in the hotel, use it! Have fun! Cheers, Ken."

Ivar read the note and looked at the masseur. "Are you free tonight, Davide? I think we only were half way through the programme!"

The macho-looking man blushed and then smiled.

"I have a table at seven in the hotel restaurant. See you in the lobby, eh?" Ivar gently punched Davide's chest.

"Thank you, garon. I'll be there!" Davide gave Ivar his hand, once again being very formal.

Back in the hotel, Ivar found his Spartacus Guide. It had a lot of information about the French Riviera, but not many specific' places around. He looked for a gay beach, and got some information about something called the red beaches.' "I must ask Davide. He will know," he said to himself.

Ivar was uncertain how to dress. He had looked into the hotel restaurant and was impressed, but it was not his style, not at all. It would never be a backpacker's choice. Shorts were not proper for the evening, he guessed, so it must be his low-cut jeans. He had bought a silky black jacket in Paris. Now he skipped the singlet and put the open jacket on his naked upper body.

When he walked through the lobby and felt people staring, he wondered if he was in the correct place for a young evening. Minutes later Davide arrived. He looked like an angel, Ivar thought, all in white. The tight t-shirt showed his muscles, and the tight jeans showed both a hot bulge and a superb butt. He climbed the hotel entrance with a star's assertiveness and greeted Ivar with kisses on both cheeks.

"Thanks for the invitation," Davide began. "You look gorgeous, young man. Ready for the disco! You know the disco in the Old Town?"

"No, I don't. Maybe you can be my guide. You want a drink?" Ivar felt next to stupid in front of the older guy.

"You choose, Ivar!" The two went over to a red leather sofa in the bar by the entrance.

Minutes later Ivar was back with two glasses of champagne and served his `beach-boy'. He lifted the glass and tried to be comfortable with the situation; his very first date. He didn't know if Davide was here like a professional or because he wanted to see more of the boy he had earlier sucked to climax.

"I have a suggestion, Davide." Ivar looked around and lowered his voice. "The restaurant here is not my style and I'm hungry, but not for food just now. I'm damn hungry for you! Let's go to my room for a quick fuck, and then we find a place for pizza before that disco. I'll get a bottle for the late evening." Ivar looked at the man who had problems staying serious.

"Cool, kid! Cool! I like your plan. Cheers!" He lifted his glass and corrected his bulge at the same time. Ivar replied with the same macho attitude even if he felt young and innocent in front of this hunk.

The two kissed in the lift. Strange for a masseur and his customer, but the kiss was both wet and intense. Ivar's tongue was like a snake and Davide responded.

Ivar had been in command downstairs in the lobby, but in a way it changed when the two entered the room on the seventh floor. Davide took a macho-like stance by the top of the king-size bed. "You strip for me this time, kid! My teenage brother loves doing that. I think you are like him. I love that you look innocent, garon. He's only fourteen and has a tiny cock but you look very young while having a grown-up man's cock. You are lucky, kid!"

The previously silent Davide was more talkative now and Ivar became more and more horny. Ivar threw his jacket away and very slowly he pulled down his low-cut jeans. His trainers and socks went the same way. He wiggled his hips in front of Davide who was shamelessly stroking his huge bulge. Ivar's only piece of clothing was his kid-like, low-cut underwear without a front opening and without a padded front. His super erection showed very clearly through the thin fabric, with visible wet spots.

"It's a pity that you have no use for that tool just now, baby boy!" Davide groped Ivar's cock. "You wanted my Devil inside you, didn't you?" When Ivar didn't answer at once he repeated in a sharp voice, "You want my cock, kid, eh?"

"Yes, boss! Please sir, fuck me. Please let me undress you." Ivar understood the play now.

"Let me eat that slime in your knickers first!" Davide pulled down Ivar's bikini and sniffed and licked the wet spots. Then he grabbed Ivar's buttocks and forced the cock into his mouth. Davide didn't lick or suck. He simply kept the stiff rod inside and treated it hard with a rough tongue.

Once released, Ivar started to undress the stallion. Very easy, because he had two pieces of clothing only - a t-shirt and tight trousers; no socks, no briefs. The 25 cm (almost 10 inch) very rough cock, pointed upwards when freed from the trousers.

"You wanted a quick fuck, Viking. Bend over then. At once!" Davide grabbed the lad's neck and pushed him down. Then a slap followed on the round buttocks. Ivar opened for the stallion.

"Let me open you, kid!" He lay down on top of the bed and lifted Ivar's arse up to his face. At the same time, he forced Ivar to open the mouth for the huge weapon. The sucking and rimming just went on for several minutes.

"I want you to ride me, garon, like my brother does. He takes all of me inside. You will too, eh?" Davide grinned and two more slaps landed on Ivar's hard butt.

"You grease me up, please, boss." Ivar opened the sideboard and found the cream he had placed there before he went to meet Davide. Without asking he filled his palms with cream and started a job on the huge dripping cock. The veiny dark brown cock with the pink cockhead was like a sculpture in Ivar's head. Davide knew how to open a guy; he had already tested Ivar when he gave him a massage. Three adult fingers went inside his hole without hesitation. Ivar tried to relax and stay super horny at the same time. He was frightened he might cum again too soon, like he often did.

Now Ivar placed his legs on either side of Davide's body and lowered his butt. With two hands Davide opened the crack and helped his cock to find the tight but well-greased entrance. Ivar gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and opened his boy-cunt. Then he lowered his body and impaled himself on the stallion's cock.

Davide let him rest a little, then he pushed from underneath. One single thrust and Ivar's screams were heard in the room. Ivar's balls met Davide's stiff pubic hair. He had taken a huge cock, even easier than in Paris.

"Go on, boss! Go on, make me cum. Make me cum like a geyser, and please sir, feed me with your cream. Your cum was fat and tasteful. It tasted of apples, sweet apples." Ivar tried to make the pain change to lust like he felt with Davide's fingers. He knelt a bit more and Davide managed to start battering from underneath. Now the heat arrived for Ivar. The pain left and all his body trembled. He wanted to let the man know how great he was, so he bent down and surprised the masseur by a hard and lasting kiss.

The two bodies were one. Davide locked Ivar's upper body like a vice. Ivar could hardly breathe when the man's deep kisses continued. The huge cock fucked Ivar from behind without mercy now. He pulled out and forced his tool back inside, again and again. Ivar could not speak. He was frozen and he spunked off. His boy-milk sprayed between the two bodies. It felt like massage oil. Davide did not stop. He went on and Ivar managed to raise his body and lock into position with his hands backwards on the floor.

"I have to...You are crazy. I'mÉI'mÉ" Ivar didn't know what happened. He had just cum, but his cock spurted again sending clear, piss-like seed all over the man underneath. With forceful hands Davide pulled Ivar off his cock and pressed the boy's head to his groin. Then he, hands-free, shot his load. Ivar was hit in the face and in his hair before he managed to open his mouth for the rest of the jets.

"You look as if you are drowned, baby! Let me clean you." Davide used his fingers and tongue to clean Ivar's body and face.

"How many times did you come, garon? I've never seen such a spurting before!" Ivar curled close to Davide's body.

"I don't know, macho. You emptied me completely." Ivar sighed. "For a while." He added. "I hope for a longer fuck next time!" He played with Davide's dark and stiff nipples.

"You invited me for supper!" Davide said. "This was the starter, I guess," he said with a grin.

"A short shower. Pizza and wine, and then I want to dance with you until you have to carry me back to this bed!" Ivar hurried to the bathroom and the stallion followed.

The pizza was great, and the local wine was good too. After the meal Davide followed the youngster to two of the bars he had found in his Spartacus guide. There were a lot of onlookers in both places, and Ivar understood that Davide was a known figure. Davide bought drinks in the first bar, and Ivar insisted on paying in the next.

"Now we have to find the disco before I get drunk!" Ivar said. "I'm just a kid, you know!"

The disco was not specifically gay, but 9 out of 10 were young lads dancing and flirting with each other. Ivar asked the barman to take care of his new jacket and he danced shirtless the rest of the night. Davide followed and the two made a sexy couple; Ivar dancing like a professional while a stiffer Davide lived in the teenager's brilliance.

"I'm ready to be carried home!" Ivar put his arms around Davide's body. He was wet with sweat. Davide had to help the youngster to walk the streets back to the hotel.

"You seriously want me to follow you upstairs?" Davide asked.

"And you seriously want to leave me without getting the slow fuck I promised you?" He groped the man's very visible bulge.

"But your partner was to come back this evening, wasn't he?" Davide hesitated outside the hotel stairs.

"He's not my partner! I'm sure he's been fucking around somewhere too. We just do a modelling job together. Come now, I feel your cock is stiffening." Ivar begged and Davide followed him.

It was late night and the two nude ones in bed were into a heavy love scene when Ken opened the door to the room. Ivar saw him, but Davide had his back to the door.

"Strip off, sir! The bed is huge, and Davide has a cock that will bring you to heaven too!" Ivar used his hands to let Davide understand that he was not to stop fucking him. Soon the masseur had two hot men to serve, and as a final game Ivar had the second sandwich fuck in his young life.

A room service waiter knocked on the door and brought in a trolley. "I ordered some breakfast," Ivar said. The two men beside him in bed were struggling to cover their nudity with the bed sheet. "You ordered me to be ready for work early today," Ivar said to Ken. "It's seven o'clock now!"

"Thank you, my friend!" Ivar looked at the waiter. "Please bring me another plate of eggs and bacon. I have worked up a big appetite!" He grinned at the blushing waiter who had been staring at his `morning wood' on display before he hurried out the door.

Ivar followed Davide down in the lift. "I want to pay you for the massage," Ivar told him.

"You are not going to pay me!" Davide sounded a bit sore. "I'm not a whore!"

"No darling, I know, but you are a professional masseur, and I saw the price in your beach-bar. Let me pay for this, or I will not come back!" Ivar handed the man an envelope with the correct amount.

"I have to accept then, because I want to see you again." Davide smiled.

"For the rest of the service I would like to kiss you, boss. Is that okay?" Before there was an answer, two pair of lips met. The lift stopped at the lobby.

"What was the trouble with the car, Ken?" Ivar was back in the room, meeting Ken coming nude from the bathroom. Ivar stripped too, and found a clean towel.

"It was just a white lie, baby-boy. I hoped to meet a fellow photographer in Cannes, and I did! But I understood you were taken care of." He grinned.

"I was. Davide is a real stallion. Did he fuck you again after I fainted?" Ivar headed for the bathroom.

"What do you think, Viking?" Ken was about to walk naked out on the balcony showing his body for any voyeur.

"You would never let a cock like that stay untouched, sir!" Ivar headed for the shower.

"I plan to make two types of photos these next few days," Ken said as he and Ivar walked through the Old Town and headed for the Flower Market. "Shooting nude pictures during daytime in the crowded areas is difficult, so I want to make a shirtless set too. We'll use the most famous places on the Riviera. Will be fun!"

Ken carried a double set of photo equipment this morning and Ivar was very excited. He was dressed in new shorts he'd bought in Paris. Since he didn't like the long American-style city shorts, he had chosen tight, very short shorts like the footballers used before they started wearing the current silly baggy style. He wore bright glossy-red shorts today. He had modelled several colours for Ken earlier that morning, and the creative photographer had decided that red shorts could be a recurring theme for the shirtless pictures.

"Give me your singlet, honey! I'll start here among the flowers." Ken found some stalls which were not too crowded. Ivar had modelled for Ken for many days now, but most of the nude pictures in Paris were shots of his rear. Now he had to take instruction from the photo-artist. Ivar was a born model. He took the signals easy, but when a small crowd gathered behind Ken, watching, he felt his earlier shyness return.

"We will continue on to the Castle Hill. Ken seemed to know the area well. Now he shot several photos of Ivar as he climbed the steps up the hill. They stopped to admire the view of Nice beach with the Promenade des Anglais and when they turned to the other side they had a view of the old harbour. The breeze lifted Ivar's hair and Ken was happy for many shirtless pictures.

"Make yourself a bit more sexy!" Ken instructed. Ivar responded by licking his fingers and putting one hand behind the neck. "Perfect! Turn around and pull down the shorts a bit!" Ken looked around; no people coming just now. Two young boys were at the top of the stairs. Ken went up to them. "Do me a favour, guys! Shout to me if someone is coming upstairs! Here, this is for the service." He handed them some coins.

"Strip off your shorts, Ivar. I want to shoot you naked here." Ken used his hand camera.

"You want my back or a frontal view?" Ivar shouted.

Ken went up to Ivar and to collect his shorts. "I want your cock, butÉ we'd better hurry." He grinned.

Ivar got in position by the fence, placed his arms behind the neck, spread his legs a bit and pretended to be a worshiper of the sun and wind.

"Excellent! Perfect!" Ken shouted. "Turn around!" He did not see anyone but the two boys.

"But IÉ, sorry Ken, but..." Ivar turned around with a stone-hard erection. Ken shot a couple of pictures before he handed the shorts to his model who dressed in a hurry.

"Please take our pictures too!" One of the boys gave Ken his Instamatic camera. Then they went to the fence. With arms around each other's shoulders they got a nice souvenir photo shot by a professional photographer. Ken asked them to stay and then found his own camera. He had the two teenagers model for him. Ivar smiled when he saw Ken made them hug, chin to chin. Ivar's bulge was back to `normal' when they walked the promenade.

The morning session ended outside the famous Hotel Negresco where a porter was not too happy to see a shirtless model on the steps.

"We will find the car soon, Ivar. I want to show you Antibes and Cannes this afternoon, and I want some sunset pictures at the Red Mountains. But we need lunch now. I know a place where we can eat and look at the beauties from the terrace." He stopped in front of the Cathedral.

To be continued