Once when I was in Rome at the train station, I stopped into the men's room ( again!) and was standing at the open urinals when a young male hustler came in. Walking up to the urinal next to me he quickly flopped out a perfect example of an italian sausage. Long and thick and an endless foreskin, he let it hang there as he rolled his big brown eyes at me and smiled. He put it back in his pants and walked toward the door looking back at me to follow him. We walked to an empty train parked to the side of the trainyard and entered an empty car. He quickly unzipped my fly . Dropping to his knees he started sucking my dick and not to well I thought. He had both hands on my butt and was moving his hands all around furiously. Suddenly I was aware that he had taken my wallet out of my back pocket and had put it in his boot.. I let him continue to suck my dick as I fucked his throat and held him tightly by the hair until I shot my load down his throat. He stood up, smiled and wiped his mouth, muttered something in italian under his breath and ran out the door. I counted to three and followed him. He never looked back once to see if I was behind him. I followed him out of the station and down the avenue. Turning up a side street he ducked into an alley to count his booty. As he had my wallet open and was just about to examine the contents, I reached around behind him and grabbed it out of his hand. He swung around in disbelief and his jaw dropped when he saw me. I said in italian " Wrong! I'm from New York City baby and where I come from we will pay for it but there's no need to steal." I handed him the italian eqivelent of $10 and said" That's about all that sloppy blow-job of yours was worth but if you wanna make another $50 drop your pants and bent over." Without missing a beat, he dropped his pants and bent over, revealing a beautiful ass and an already greased hole. I fucked him in the alley for at least 20 mins until he, jerking off as he rode my big dick, collapsed in a heap shooting his load all over his leg. I gave him the fifty and a big wet kiss on those full lips and told him to stop stealing from his tricks. He was sitting on the ground smiling up at me with his pants still around his ankles when I walked away.