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.