My French Treat!
Let me set the stage. I'm a bi male, 35 years old, married and always horny. My wife and I recently visited France with another couple. I had always heard that France was the city of romance, but little did I know that I would have a chance to find out first hand how true the title is....
One afternoon while sightseeing, we stopped in a small cafe for some lunch and some wine. We had a small corner table and I was the one in the corner facing into the room, while the others faced me and looked out of the windows. As I was the "linguist" in the group, I ordered us some wine and then we ordered our lunches. While we were there, a very handsome black man, came in and sat at a table directly behind us. While we sipped our wine, I looked up a few times and thought I saw him staring at me. On one occasion I glanced up and we made eye contact. He gave me an embarrassed smile and I smiled back at him. Our food came and we ate our lunch, but I kept looking over at the man, and he looked over at me. When lunch was finished, I asked the waiter where the bathrooms were, and after he pointed me to the downstairs, I got up and headed down. As I was finishing, the man from the table next to us came in and stood at the next urinal. As he took his cock out of his pants, I moved back a little before squeezing the last few drops from my cock so that my friend could get a look if he wanted. And indeed he did!
He said hello while gazing down at my cock, which was beginning to get hard from the attention. I said hello back, and he turned towards me with cock in hand. He then surprised the hell out of me by dropping to his knees and taking my cock into his mouth. While I was very surprised, I was also very excited. He worked my cock over and in a couple minutes I was ready to cum. I tried to pull away, but he would have none of that. He reached his hands behind my ass and pulled me to him, sinking my cock deeper into his throat. That was all it took as my cock began to throb before shooting what had to be the biggest load of my life into his eager mouth. He took my entire load, drinking down every drop and then licked his lips before rising up. When he stood, he kissed me on both cheeks, and then slid his tongue into my mouth, French kissing me like only a Frenchman could kiss. When he broke the kiss, he put his cock back into his pants and left.
I stood there dumbfounded. I wanted to reciprocate but he had left too fast. I wanted to know his name, his address, something, anything. I stuffed my cock back into my pants, and made my way back upstairs. My wife and friends asked what took me so long. I joked about not wanting to be the next one to use the rest room, while looking around to find the man. I looked all around, but he was gone.
The next evening our friends were meeting a business associate who happened to be passing through Paris. My wife and I went out to dinner and then returned to our hotel rather early. She was tired from all the walking and wanted to go to sleep. I tucked her in and told her I was going to go down to the lounge for a nightcap. The lounge was pretty empty when I arrived, so I decided to take a walk. There was a little place right around the corner and I figured it would be better then hanging out in the hotel. I walked in and sat at a table off to the side. The waiter walked by and said he would be with me in a minute. Smiling, I said "OK" and listened to the relaxing music coming from the band. My gaze was broken as a bottle of wine was set down on the table, and I looked up not to find the waiter, but rather the man from lunch the day before. Surprised, I rose to greet him. Offering my hand, he shook it and then kissed me on both cheeks in the traditional greeting. He introduced himself as "Jean-Louis", and I returned the introduction. He then poured us each a glass of wine and we toasted "Bon Amis" - good friends.
We drank our wine, and listened to the music while chatting about "things". The weather, my trip, his work, my wife and friends. As we continued he slipped his hand under the table and massaged my crotch. It was no surprise when my cock begun to harden. When I slipped my hand under the table, I was also not surprised to find the same result. He asked me if I would like to go to his place, which was just up the street. I smiled, licked my lips, and we were off!
He wasn't kidding. He only lived about 4 blocks away. We were there in about five minutes. He lived on the fourth floor of a beautiful old building. When we arrived on the fourth floor, he stopped and unlocked the door. He actually lived on the entire 4th floor. As we stepped in, he turned on a couple lights and put on some soft music. He told me to sit and make myself comfortable while he changed. When he returned to the room, he was wearing a robe, and from the bear legs, I guessed not much else. He asked if I would also like to be "comfortable like him". As he asked the question, he let his robe open and I could see that his dark, firm body was definitely naked. I said I would like that, and he told me to follow him.
We went to a small bedroom that I surmised was the guest room. I began to undress while he went to a closet and returned with a robe. When I was naked, he held up the robe so that I could slip my arms in. When I turned, he offered his hand and led me to another room. This room contained a large jacuzzi tub, which was already bubbling, and a large shower stall. Jean-Louis removed his robe and walked towards the shower. He motioned for me, and I dropped my robe and followed him to the shower. We stepped in and turned on the water. He lathered me up and I returned the favor. When I turned my back to him, he took great care to wash my back - massaging my shoulders and back in the process. After rinsing off, he turned and I returned the favor. I caressed his shoulders, rubbed his back, and then massaged his round firm ass cheeks. As the soap cascaded off his body, I dropped to my knees and continued soaping his ass. Spreading his cheeks, I made sure to soap everything. Telling him that I wanted to make sure that I had indeed cleaned him well, I spread his cheeks and let my tongue find his fresh, clean rosebud. I flicked my tongue over it a few times before pointing my tongue and pushing in to his hot ass. After a couple minutes of tongue fucking him, he asked me to stop or he would come. Not wanting to upset my host, I rose and we finished rinsing off.
We exited the shower, went to the jacuzzi, and climbed into the warm bubbling water. Sliding down into the tub, I was as relaxed as could be. Jean-Louis slid over next to me, and as we soaked in the water we began what could best be described as necking. As we kissed and caressed each other, an occasional hand would grope at one another's cock and balls. After about twenty minutes of this, we were both "ready" to move on.
We climbed out of the tub, dried off, and then he led me to his bedroom. As we entered the room, there was a fire burning in a fireplace, and the bed was turned down. We climbed in and returned to our necking. Breaking our embrace, he re-positioned himself into a sixty-nine position, and then slid his mouth over my hard cock. Not wanting to be left behind, I peeled back his foreskin and guided his cock into my waiting mouth. Ah! My first taste of french cock! Ooh la la!
While my cock is about 6 inches long and thick, his was about 9 inches long and slender. I slid my tongue all around his delicious cock as I slowly worked it deeper and deeper into my waiting throat. When his balls were resting against my nose and his pubes against my chin, I knew I had him all. Jean-Louis was in ecstasy as I worked up and down his cock. In the mean time, he was doing a pretty fair job on my own cock. Letting his cock slide out of my mouth, I asked if he would like to fuck me. His eyes gazed into mine as he said "Oui!"
Jean-Louis got out of bed and then quickly returned with a jar of k-y. I rolled on to my stomach and he laid next to me. I felt his hand spread my cheeks and then I felt the coolness of the lube as his fingers circled my hole. As relaxed as I was, it was an easy task as his finger began to probe my ass. After a couple minutes of gently opening me, he added another finger, and then a third. When he had had all three fingers sliding in and out, I told him I was ready. He straddled my legs and then coated his cock with some additional lube. Moving slowly, I felt the head of his cock at my entrance. He pressed himself against me, gently pushing until he was through my gate. He paused, almost waiting for permission to continue. I glanced over my shoulder, smiled and raised up a bit. That was the sign he wanted. He leaned down and kissed my cheek, then slowly slid that beautiful cock of his all the way in.
I felt absolutely marvelous, and it felt even more terrific as he slid over my prostrate. He then began to move his hips, letting his cock slide in and out of my hot ass. He continued to slowly pump into me, then all of a sudden he pulled out. I looked up in surprise, but he only asked me to roll on my back so he could see my eyes. Putting a pillow under my hips, I raised my legs up and he slid between them. Lining himself up, he pushed forward and in one continual motion sunk that ebony cock of his in to the hilt. Letting out a moan of pleasure, I watched as he continued to slide in and out. "Fuck me, fuck me hard" I pleaded, and Jean-Louis did just that. He began pistoning his hips faster, driving his cock in deep with every thrust. Pushing in deep, he stopped and his entire body tensed. Deep within my ass I could feel his cock throbbing as he unloaded hot jets of cum into my bowels. As the last of his cum left his cock, he collapsed on top of me, kissing me deeply as he quivered in my arms.
We laid that way for a few minutes, and then we broke apart. Jean-Louis gazed into my eyes, and said "Now I want you". He lifted himself up, letting his softening cock pop out of my ass. Grabbing some lube, he coated my rock hard cock. I told him I was near, and he said it didn't matter. He just wanted me in him when I came. He reached back, rubbed a little lube into his ass, then squatted over my cock. Looking me straight in the eyes, he slid my cock into his tight ass in one fell swoop. With my cock embedded in his ass, he sat still for a moment and then slowly began sliding up and down my cock. He gradually picked up the pace, and resting on his knees, began to bounce on my cock. I could hold back no longer. My cock began to shoot spurt after spurt of hot cum into his ass. At the same time his own cock, which had quickly come back to life, shot arcs of cum up on to my chest, neck and chin. As we both finished cumming, he leaned forward and began licking his cum from my body. When he had tongue bathed me, he leaned down and kissed me - sharing his nectar with me.
We pulled apart and I said that I had to get back to the hotel. We kissed again and then we headed to the shower. As I stood, I could feel the cum begin to run out of my ass. Laughing, Jean-Louis said he would take care of that. Leaning me against the wall of the shower, he spread my cheeks and using his wonderful tongue and mouth, he licked, sucked and lapped his cum from my ass. Again not wanting to offend my host, I returned the favor. Not only sucking it out, but then kissing him again so that we could share the fruits of our labors.
We showered and dressed, and then once again we kissed. Not a farewell, but rather a tender "until we meet again" kiss. With that he walked me to the door and I headed back to the hotel. When I arrived back in the room, my wife was sleeping soundly, so I slipped into the shower to get rid of the evidence one last time. We bumped into Jean-Louis one more time during our trip. He was nice enough to give us directions on the street one day. After he helped us, my wife commented on what a nice man he was. I just smiled and agreed. If she only knew how nice he really was!