Years ago I stayed at a gay guest house in FtL. While there I met a few other guests, including an Italian couple- Mauro and Paul. Paul was nice but Mauro was exactly the type of dark haired daddy 27 year old me drooled over. We all hit it off and I wound up playing with both of them (plus other guests, including one particular large group romp), always gravitating toward Mauro. I stayed in contact with them and a few years later planned on visiting them in Italy.
Right before leaving on the trip I slipped and hurt by elbow. The doctor didn't think it was broken but since I was traveling he suggested I wear a cast to protect it. So, I headed to Italy with my arm in a cast. Unknown to me, Mauro and Paul had broken up, so I stayed at Mauro's place, where we again played. During the weekend we went to Austria with another Italian and two American Air Force members (this was the Don't Ask, Don't Tell period) from a local base. We went out to dinner and the co-ed saunas, even me with a bag covering my casted arm.
One evening we went to a gay bar and I started flirting with a local. I didn't speak any language that he spoke and he didn't speak any English, but that didn't keep us from communicating that we were interested in each other. We wound up leaving the bar and spending the night in my room. He was very careful with my arm situation and we had a great time, with him leaving in the morning. Oh, those slutty younger years.