In l955, I was a U.S. Army sergeant, stationed in Salzburg, Austria. Then the word came out that Austria would no longer be occupied by the Russians, French, English and American Armies. I hated to leave my beautiful Austria, but the thrill of moving to Italy with my unit was great. I had traveled in Italy when I was on leave and loved the scenery, food and the cute studs.

I had a car, so I drove from Salzburg to the town of Livorno, Italy, where I was to be stationed. Once there, I found a nice affordable apartment in the town. After unpacking and getting a few things put away, I took a stroll in town. It was in the late afternoon and it seemed that the whole town was taking a promenade. It was the custom for the town’s people to walk around the town before they had their evening meal. This gave the guys a chance to stand on the corners and look over the sexy girls. This is how boy meets girl! It is also how boy meets boy!

When I passed those studs, it made me horny. I think that the Italian men are outstanding. I found out that the girls would not "put out" until they were married, so this left the studs always very horny. Once a girl puts out to some guy, her reputation is shot and nobody wanted her for a wife back in 1955.

One of their tricks was to follow a cute girl in a tight skirt, and then, pinch her on her ass. If she turned around, there were several men there and she never knew who was pinching her butt. One girl told me that her ass was red from being pinched so much.

Soon I found out how to tell if a girl was a prostitute or not. Check her armpits and if they were shaved, she was a professional (whore). Back then, a professional would charge a guy one thousand lira for a blowjob or a piece of ass. This amounted to only 80 cents in American money. So sex was cheap back then. All of my soldier buddies had a Thousand Lira note in their pocket, just for that purpose. If they had to use a hotel or you went to a whorehouse, it was more.

In our town, there was one street that was blocked off. A tall fence was built across the street on both ends of the street. The only way to enter that area was through a guarded gate. If you were a male, not drunk, and acted well, the gatekeeper would open the gate for you to enter. Once you entered the gate, the houses on both sides of the street were filled with prostitutes. In Italy and much of Europe, this was legal. They were at the windows, waving at the men. I went there with some army buddies and we had a ball talking with the girls and finding out what they were willing to do sexually. If you had the money, they would do what ever you wanted.

But, one thousand Lira was a lot of money to the local boys and you did not see many of the young guys in there. My buddies and I each took a girl on and we got laid. Little did my buddies know that I would have loved to take care of them and their big cocks for free.

In the early evening, the town