resting on our sides, him holding my leg up from my body at first to give his cock close access—just like Kyle had always done in his tender moments. I drifted off to sleep, a tired, aging man, with that big cock of his gently rocking back and forth inside me. And the last sighed word on my lips before I slept was "Kyle." And it was my beautiful, young, virile Kyle I dreamt about.

I woke before Dakota did. His cock was still inside me and was flaccid now. But even when flaccid, it filled me. I was satiated now and beginning to worry about what I’d done and how the grandchildren and Rosella would take this erratic behavior on my part and intrusion on Dakota’s part. A silly old man, taking a young blond vagabond stranger into his bed. This was Tuscany, and they were no fools. They knew that the rich and powerful did whatever they wanted here and were eccentric enough to try almost anything. But it had been so long, and I’d never told anyone what I had sacrificed for what the family had established here.

Dakota was coming alive and running his hands around my body now. One of the servants had come in and closed the shutters over the French doors in the night, but strong sunlight was fighting its way between the slats and creating a striped pattern across our naked bodies, mine cuddled inside Dakota’s. I watched the palm of Dakota’s hand spread across my belly in the alternating shadow and strip of sunlight and felt his dick coming to life inside me.

He nuzzled his lips into the hollow of my neck and intoned, "Again. Once again, hard and deep. Then I want to walk in your vineyard, and then I want to return and plow your soil again. Good, rich Italian soil. You have aged well, Luciano. You must have been dynamite when you were young." He kissed me then in the hollow of my neck with a sucking kiss that ended with nibbling of teeth. His spread hand pushed on my belly, pushing my pelvis into his cock as it lengthened and thickened again. I ached, both physically and psychologically. I truly was too old for repeated deep fuckings, I thought, and I ached for my Kyle. I wanted to be as young and virile as Dakota again. But to be so with my Kyle, chasing each other through fecund fields and taking turns in catching and overpowering and fucking each other.

"I don’t know, Dakota," I whispered. "I don’t know if I have the strength or can muster enough manhood to do it again so soon. Maybe later."

"I have the strength for both of us. I want you again. Now. I felt the doubt in your mind and body last night of whether I enjoyed you, and I want to show you that I did and do—that I can’t keep myself away from and out of you."

And he proceeded to show me that I did want him again. I wanted him, Dakota. Oh, I wanted Kyle too. But they weren’t the same person. Dakota was here, a real person, hardening inside of me, wanting me. Fuck the family. I wanted Dakota and I wanted him now.

"Hard, deep, fast, rough, and close," he whispered into my ear. "I can tell you love it that way no matter what you say." Then he pushed me over on my belly and straddled my