A gay adult story: ITALIAN COPS AND THE GYPSY PRINCE by XTALES ,
Two Italian cops have some fun with two filthy Gypsy teenagers.One of the cops will learn for the first time the pleasure of submitting to two scrawny teenagers, and becoming their bitch.
(Gay, Twinks/Males, Submission/Domination, Fetish, Interracial)All characters are 18+ Years Old. This story contains sex between two Gypsy teenagers and two Cops. The teenagers dominates the Cops. There is also some mild fetish (The two Gypsies have a poor personal hygiene, so you do the maths), nothing too heavy though.
But if you are squeamish and don’t like this type of story leave right now, you’ve been warned.
This is just a fantasy. Always play safe in real life.
MAIN CHARACTERS
Enzo = 41 Cop
Marco = 30 Cop
Adrian = 18 Gypsy
Lazlo = 18 Gypsy
I am Enzo, a 41 years old Carabiniere, I am an Italian cop.
L’Arma dei Carabinieri is one of the two branches of the Police that patrol the Italian streets, the other branch is Polizia di Stato.
Unlike Polizia, Carabinieri is the civilian branch of the Italian army.
So Carabinieri are basically civilian soldiers, therefore we are far more formal and stricter than the Polizia, they are more laid back in a way, they usually let you get away with small things, we don’t.
I am happily married with two grown up kids, I always enjoyed my job and always been professional.
That was until I started to work with a new partner, Marco, who brought me on a very dark path, opening new horizons and making me discover things about myself that I didn’t know I had in me.
Marco is 10 years younger than me, another generation, but we got on well from the beginning, so much that we often hangout together outside our shift and spend most festivities with each other families.
Well, Marco hasn’t got so much of a family yet, he hasn’t got kids, but he has a long term girlfriend who is going to marry in few months time. She is a sweet girl.
I still don’t know how did he managed to bag such a prize, knowing what I know about my partner and his weird fetishes.
It all started few months ago.
We were sitting in our squad car for a lunch break, when we started talking about our past experiences. He suddenly revealed to me that he has been with men, and enjoys sex with them very much.
I was absolutely taken aback, for few reasons.
Firstly because I never liked faggots. In fact I grew up in a far right family, my dad was a staunch fascist, so I grew up with the same ideas.
A man never cries, a woman belong to the kitchen, faggots should be stoned, gypsies should be deported, and all that bullshit.
Secondly because Marco seemed the opposite of a faggot, in fact when we frisked people, he was the more intimidating between the two of us.
So saying that I was shocked is an understatement.
I struggled to believe what he was saying at first, but during those months we bonded so much that I almost didn’t care, and since it’s 2018 I guess being gay or bisex, shouldn’t be a taboo any more.
But the things got worse when he started flirting with me.
He didn’t do it too overtly, he did it in a subtle way to avoid freaking me out, and eventually it worked.
It all started when he offered to suck my cock, by then I was already fantasizing about his mouth on my prick, so I accepted without reserve.
But after just a week I was already fucking his ass.
The thing about Marco was that during sex he seemed like a completely different person, he behaved like a real slut, and loved being submissive to me, and I guess with other men too, but that’s what I really liked about him.
I never had better blowjobs in my life, and he taught me ways of fucking his ass, I never knew existed.
But I always insisted I would be the top. I never sucked him, kissed him or being fucked by him, my fascist side was still resisting.
And he was fine with that, because he was a power bottom.
So end of the story right? This was the dark side I’ve been talking about?
Well, no. Not even close.
To let you understand what kind of deranged path I’ve been led to, I will tell you about the day I stop being a Top, and became a happy Bottom.
We were patrolling the streets of a run down suburb of Rome.
It was 10PM, it has been a quiet day so far, and we were really bored. And when Marco gets bored it always gets horny.
He already sucked me once during the shift, but he said he needed a bit more action.
“Do we have time for a quicky with the Prince?”, he said to me.
Hearing those words made my cock jump, “I don’t know man, our shift will finish in 2 hours”
“I know, but the camp is just 5 minutes from here. It’s been 3 days since last time, it’s a long time for me. And I know you want it too”, he said squeezing my crotch with his hand.
“Alright you dirty bastard”, I said with a smirk on my face.
We did a quick stop at an Autogrill to buy food, drinks, and some cigarettes, then we were on our way.
We were heading to a Gipsy Camp, it was pretty isolated, 10 minutes away from the closest civilised settlement.
The camp was truly ran-down, in perfect gypsy style, hygiene levels were low since the camp wasn’t connected to the water mains or the power grid, people were laying around like strays animals, living in conditions of utmost filth.
When our car got in there we were surrounded by few people.
We were well known in there, so most of the residents didn’t really pay attention to us, suddenly we see a familiar face approaching the car, just the person we were looking for.
It was Lazlo, a lanky 18 years old, about 6’2” tall, he was blond with shaggy hair, typical Eastern European features, and quite pale.
He was really slim like most of the boys around his age in the camp, which was clear sign of malnutrition. He was wearing some baggy track suit bottoms, cheap worn out white sneakers, and a t-shirt which was two sizes too large.
He was always very friendly and good humoured, with a big smile on his face which was showing a missing front teeth.
“Ciao Laz, is the Prince around?”, Marco said to him.
“Yeah, it’s just over there”, he pointed his finger somewhere in the camp, but we could not see him, as it was pretty dark, it was 10 PM after all and the camp didn’t have illumination, except for the light coming from the caravans and a bonfire burning in the middle of it.
“You lads are coming for a ride?”
“Sure, we got fuck-all to do, let me get him”, Lazlo replied with a big smile.
As he disappeared in the dark, Marco turned to me and said “I hope they didn’t bathe those last 3 days. The filthier, the better”, he smiled.
“You are such a pig. Anyway when they ever bathe? You can smell them from miles”, I shot back.
“So you gonna do the voyeur as usual?”
“Pretty much. I don’t know how can you have sex with those two filthy scrawny teenagers, when you could have any guy, or girl you want.”, I commented. It was true, Marco was a real stud. For a long time I didn’t understand his weird fetish, but I was starting to get what the fuss was all about, though I was not going to admit it to him, or myself for that matter.
“You should join in, man. They are two real studs and they smell and taste delicious”, he giggled at his comment.
“Smelly and tasty like a stinky slice of Gorgonzola”, I joked.
“You laugh, but that’s actually a quite fitting metaphor. You like Gorgonzola even if it smells, don’t you?”.
I actually did, I had nothing to reply to that logic, so I just shook my head.
After a minute we spot Lazlo approaching along with the Prince.
The Prince real name was Adrian, but we called him Prince because apparently he belongs to an ancient dynasty of gypsy rulers.
Considering the condition they were living in, we found it hard to believe it, but Adrian seemed quite adamant about that, and often told us about his family history.
Anyway, we didn’t really care about his family tree, we were more interested in the tree between his legs.
Adrian was not as friendly as Lazlo, it always had that moody look on his face, you could tell he was the badass of the camp.
And that was despite the fact that he was much smaller than Lazlo.
We knew he was 18 because we arrested him many times and checked his documents, otherwise he looks two or three years younger than his real age.
Adrian was 5’7” tall, basically skin and bones, he had a much darker skin tone than Lazlo, shaggy dirty blond hair, and was wearing the same clothes he was wearing three days ago. Like Lazlo, his clothes were a couple of sizes bigger.
Adrian bent over the window and forced one of his rare smiles, showing his set of yellow crocked teeth.
Even though they weren’t Armani models, they were both incredibly cute.
“Ciao Adrian, how is doing my gorgeous little prince”, Marco said to him.
“I am doing ok. You got some food?”
“Sure, and fags (cigarettes). Jump on”
The lads opened the doors and sat on the back of our black Alfa Giulia, Marco turned around and handed them some sandwiches and a couple of beers.
“Here take this too boys”, Marco handed them also a packet of cigarettes each.
The boys started wolfing down the sandwiches like they haven’t been eating for days, making a right mess on the back seats.
“So what did you steel today boys?”, I joked.
“Nothing, just raped an old lady”, Lazlo shot back going into a hysterical laugh.
“You better be joking Laz”, I replied.
“Ehehh, just kidding. We are good boys, we don’t do this stuff, plus we have our own bitch here. Who needs old ladies”, said Lazlo referring to Marco, while taking the hat off my partner’s head and putting it on his own.
“Yeah, your bitch was leaking water from her pussy the whole day, thinking of you”, I said getting into the spirit.
“This bitch, is gonna kick your asses if you don’t stop talking like I am not here”, Marco replied slightly annoyed.
“Right, here we are”, I said as we reached our usual spot, far away from civilization.
We all got out of the car.
I put my Carabiniere hat on Adrian’s head, then Marco approached him, and adjust it for him, so to fit his head perfectly, “You look so handsome”, he commented to the young Gypsy.
Marco carefully took off his uniform and folded it nicely, he then put it on the passenger seat.
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