and check the place out. Once there, I noticed a German looking stud (about 25). I could speak some German, so I started a conversation with him. His name was Karl. He told me that he worked in one of the guesthouses, as a desk clerk. Karl was very nice, very manly, and handsome in a rugged way, nice basket and a great ass in his ski pants. Still, something about him told me that he was gay. We had a couple of drinks and he invited me to walk with him to the guesthouse where he was working. We walked up to his small bedroom - in the attic.
Once there, we listened to music on the radio and chatted. We had to be quiet since the walls were thin and we didn’t want to be heard. I found out a little about this stud. Karl lived in a village, high in the Dolomite Mountains between Austria and Italy. His village was very poor and was very isolated. It was interesting to hear about his village and the people in it. The people there spoke German, Italian and Romansh (Old Roman). He lived there with his parents, when he was not working. He was trained as a hotel clerk, so he could work during the busy seasons and take life easy when he had no work to do. I learned to admire this stud. He lived in this isolated place, but spent the summers as a desk clerk at some resort on a lake or seaside. Then during the cold months, he worked in ski resorts. He did not work during the spring or fall months because he was needed at home to help his parents farm their bit of land.

Then we talked about sex!

It soon came out that he was gay and so was I. I was horny for this stud. Off came our ski clothing and we were in his bed. He had a big uncircumcised cock. We both started 69ing. What a dick! His cock was very large and tasted great. I was so horny and needed a nice dick to swing on. He was on his back with that piece of salami sticking up in the air. I gobbled on that piece of meat. Then he started sucking me, and let me tell you, this mountain boy knew how to suck a cock.

I told him he was good at sucking and he told me that back in the village where he lived, he sucked the local boys off. In his home village there were lots of straight guys that did not have wives because they had no jobs and no money so they could not afford a wife. They fucked the girls when they could, but still did not get enough pussy so they were horny all of the time. He told me that everyone in the village knew he was a cocksucker. He started sucking the local boys when he went to grade school and soon the word got around in that small community. He also told me that he was not the only gay guy in village.

The horny local studs would come to him, and let him know they wanted him to blow them off. He told me that at night he sometimes would walk to the village guesthouse for a glass of wine. The local guys would treat him great, because they wanted to score with him and get their cocks sucked off. He said they were a rough bunch of men, but were so horny that