During the 20 years I was in the Army, I had many adventures. This is a continuation of one of my greatest adventures. I was visiting my friend, Karl, in his home village, high in the Dolomite Mountains, between Austria and Italy. The evening before, Karl had introduced me to a couple of super studs. They were mountain men and were very masculine, straight guys, but both of them had enjoyed getting their dicks sucked the night before by Karl and me. They seemed to not mind getting a blowjob from a guy. They were so horny that they were ready for anything.

Karl was gay and had been fixing up the local boys for years. This was always done very quietly, but the people in this small village knew what was going on. It seemed that nobody made a big thing out of it. All of the village people seemed to be very friendly with Karl.

I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face and a hard cock in my hand. I felt great and had a feeling that the new day was going to be a good one. I had spent the evening with some sexy guys and was ready for a repeat of the same action. My room did not come with a bath, so I washed up the best I could in my room and got ready to face the new day. I walked down the stairs to the restaurant of the Guest House where I was staying.

I had an Austrian Breakfast - coffee, black bread, unsalted butter, cheese and slices of salami. At the sight of the salami, I thought of the big piece of salami I had sucked on the night before. But this was a new day. Karl had told me he wanted me to have a good time and he had plenty of friends that were horny, willing and ready. He promised that I would get plenty of cock to suck on if I visited him at his home village. I soon fell in love with this village and it's people.

After breakfast, I again walked around the small village. The houses were built by the deserters from the Roman Army, hundreds of years ago. Each generation had added on to them and now some of them were quite large and contained the owner’s large family. The men in the village had to work very hard and their bodies showed they were no strangers to hard work. These men all had that rugged good looks that so many of the men in this part of Europe have. I never did see any over weight person in the village. Because of inbreeding, there were a few that were retarded. The village men worked in farming, logging and doing odd jobs in order to made ends meet. Many of these rugged men were single, since they couldn't make enough money to support a wife and family. They had to live with their parents and get along as well as they could. These horny studs were what Karl and I wanted to help out!

The night before, Karl had invited me to his home, to meet his parents the next day. There was no way I could take my car, since the roads were really just narrow paths that were only wide enough for a cow pulling a cart. I followed Karl's instructions and enjoyed the walk to his home. The path took me beside a stream, so I had