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The following story depicts sex between two consenting adult males. If that offends you, or you are under 18 please don't read any further. I like James Bond stories and thought it would be nice to have a hero for our kind---let me know what you think.
Gregory enjoyed risking his life. It made his blood boil, and anything that did that was all he asked out of life. His life as a diplomatic courier had put his life at risk a number of times, just like tonight.
A dim image of his steel grey eyes reflected back from the porthole of the ocean liner as he gazed out at the churning sea. He was three days from Paris, and already all communication with his fellow agents had been cut off. He pushed a lock of his heavy black hair from over his eye and lay back down on his state room bed. He lit his last 3 Castles and inhaled deeply, the sweet smoke steadying his nerves.
At the knock on his door Gregory shouted "Come." The door opened and the steward entered carrying a covered tray, dinner for the traveling gourmet. As the steward began setting the dinner on the table Gregory let his eyes rove all over the young Frenchman's body. The liner's uniform was of the old school, the tail-less red cutaway the standard coat for a steward, and on this young man it highlighted a narrow waist, long legs, and graceful hands. Gregory felt the blood temperature rise. He wasn't sure whether it was his sixth sense for danger or just the incredible magnetism flowing from the young steward.
"Will there be anything else, monsieur?"
"I don't know," Gregory began, "what else comes with dinner?"
A brief smile played across the young man's lips. "I am Phillipe, and I am at your service."
"Let's see how your service measures up," said Gregory. In one smooth movement he stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray next to the bed and rose to his feet. He walked slowly and deliberately towards the table and Phillipe. Gregory extended his strong left hand and gently lifted Phillipe's chin ever so slightly. He brought his parted lips to the young Frenchman's and brushed the lips together gently. Phillipe's mouth opened slightly, letting the tip of his tongue free and Gregory wasted no time in sucking the morsel into an embrace with his own.
Phillipe wrapped his slim arms around Gregory's muscular body and began kissing in earnest. Gregory felt further downward, rubbing gently the erect nipples through the thin dress shirt, then further, cupping the growing erection in the tight slacks. Phillipe was panting as he pulled off his tux coat. Gregory stepped back and let Phillipe strip, pushing down dress pants to reveal a long, thin, and very hard cock bobbing in the dim state room light.
Gregory opened the front of his black denim jeans and released his prick. It was only half-hard, but already at least 10 inches long. Phillipe stared in amazement as it continued to throb and rise, growing maybe another inch as it attained full erection.
"Do you think you can handle it?" said Gregory.
"I'll try," said Phillipe as he knelt down in front of Gregory. He wrapped both of his hands around the length of Gregory's impressive penis. His lips parted again letting his tongue snake out and do a seductive dance all over the throbbing red head of Gregory's dong. The tongue poked the pee-hole before the lips parted and stretched trying to take the entire apple-sized head of the inflamed prick in his mouth.
Gregory groaned as he felt the wet warmth of Phillipe's lips surround the tip of his prick and slowly slide until the lips formed a tight circle just below the cock's corona. Gregory's dick swelled with passion. The heat of Phillipe's mouth was incredible, and the sensation of his talented tongue swabbing the fat underside of Gregory's dickhead was intense. Phillipe tilted his head back slightly, a silent invitation to Gregory to slide more of the mammoth fuckstick down the Frenchman's gullet.
Gregory gently stroked Phillipe's face with his right hand, cupping him under the chin with his left as he began an easy fuck in and out of the slim face. Phillipe's prick pulsed with excitement and oozed slick secretions as his mouth worked the studmeat to a feverish frenzy.
Phillipe's hands undid the top button of the denims and slid the jeans down to the floor, keeping his thick, passionate lips ever in motion on the hot cock. He then reached around and cupped Gregory's muscular asscheeks in each hand, forcing the long shaft deep into his throat, causing the pubic hair to brush up against his nose.
Phillipe continued digging his hands into Gregory's ass crack finally finding it's goal; the tight sphincter of Gregory's cunt. Phillipe's middle digit began to dig into the tight hole.
"Ummmh--," Gregory moaned, thrilling to the new sensations that further excited his heated cock. This was one feeling that he had to explore further. He slid his dripping penis from the french embrace and turned away from Phillipe. Bending slightly at the waist he grabbed each cheek and pulled them away from his asshole, offering to Phillipe.
Phillipe wasted no time in burying his face in the musky warmth of Gregory's asscrack. His tongue pushed against the tight muscle of the bunghole, insisting to be admitted. And it was.
Gregory inhaled sharply as the Frenchman's tongue began inching up his shit-chute. The sensual dance of Phillipe's tongue around the walls of Gregory's asshole and rectum was building into an earthquake. The rumbling began in his balls as the wet tongue vibrated deep in his butt. Gregory was much too turned on to come so quickly. He straightened up, pulling his ass away from Phillipe's hungry mouth.
The sensations from the Frenchman's tongue in his ass vibrated throughout Gregory's body. "Lie down on that bed," Gregory softly commanded, pointing toward the small stateroom bed.
Phillipe, slightly dizzy with lust, complied, lay down and spread his legs high above his head, his tight, brown, hairless mancunt glistened and winked at Gregory.
Gregory knelt over Phillipe and brought his face in-between the slim buttocks of the Frenchman. His tongue extended slowly toward the tiny rosebud, licking the dew from its petals. "My dick will never fit into that," Gregory mused, "but I'm sure going to try."
Gregory's tongue began an all-out assault on the butthole, running around the rim, then darting the tip in and quickly withdrawing. Phillipe grabbed at Gregory's hair and pressed his ass up closer to the handsome man's face, the Frenchman's slim prick achingly hard and leaking steadily.
Gregory's tongue plunged in further, tasting the tangy sourness of the asshole. His lips sucked at the sphincter as his tongue began fucking the asshole like it was a small, pink dick.
"No more," moaned Phillipe, "I must have it!"
Gregory was eager to comply. His own cock had been leaking a pool of precum on the stateroom sheets. He rose up to his knees and grasped his throbbing penis in both hands, lining the massive head up to the tiny slick hole of the Frenchman.
He rubbed it around, feeling the resistance of Phillipe's sphincter as well as collecting the lubrication of his own spit. Then he pressed forward.
At first it seemed impossible that a hole this small could ever allow access to something so big. Gregory's apple-sized dickhead continued to press, steadily, firmly against the asshole, knowing of the sweet yielding that must come. The sphincter began to widen out, forming an almost perfect "O" as it began to stretch around the massive meat.
Phillipe let out a sigh so quiet it seemed almost a breath. The ring of his ass had reached full dilation and Gregory's dickhead slid in. The asshole snapped quickly just behind the flare of the cock crown and it was Gregory's turn to sigh. The heat from the asshole was intense. Then Gregory began the seemingly impossible task of putting more dick into an asshole stretched to the limit. Gregory began to press again and inch the thick cockmeat deeper into the horniest asshole on the seven seas.
Phillipes hard penis bobbed and beat against Gregory's belly as the muscular man began to make short pulsing thrusts with his dick. The cock inched slowly deeper with each pulse, and Phillipe was tossing his head from side to side.
A thin sheen of sweat had broken out over the two men's bodies and Gregory's dick was almost halfway in. He pulled back slightly. The thought of losing the delicious fullness the sweet cock caused him was too much for Phillipe. With reckless passion he grasped Gregory's buttcheeks in each hand and pulled Gregory's dick the rest of the way into his clasping asshole.
Gregory nearly lost his load as his dickhead wedged up high in the Frenchman's back. Phillipe was nearly delirious, muttering something in French ass he rocked his ass slightly back and forth into Gregory's crotch, letting Gregory's pubic hair tickle his testicles.
Gregory slowly drew back, the Frenchman's pussy clinging hungrily to the thick shaft, as if it had a mind of its own and its mind said "don't let go!" When Gregory's head was once again just inside the taut muscle of Phillipe's sphincter he paused. Then with animalistic passion he drove his cock home, deeply, completely penetrating Phillipe's clasping ass.
Phillipe's cock responded with a squirt of precum. The dew spurted all the way onto Gregory's lower lip. From there Gregory's tongue conveyed into his mouth and relished the salty taste of French cock-juice. Gregory began running his hands up Phillipe's chest, playing around the nipples, now erect from such intense arousal.
Grabbing a nipple between his index finger and thumb, Gregory began rolling it back and forth. Electricity shot from Phillipe's nipple and echoed through his body, bouncing off the massive prick in his mancunt to finally emerge as a whimper from his trembling lips.
Gregory lent down and planted his mouth firmly over Phillipe's. Their tongues began an erotic battle of dominance, and Gregory could taste the faint remnants of his own ass and precum in Phillipe's mouth. The heady bouqet mad his knees a little weak and spurred his determination that Phillipe was going to cum just from having his ass fucked.
His open mouth slid down to Phillipe's nipples and Gregory began a frantic full-length thrusting in and out of the tight hole of Phillipe's ass. The Frenchman's prick was leaking copiously and jumping up and down. It would slam first into Gregory's belly, splattering the clear precum, then drop back down to Phillipe's soaked belly.
Gregory grabbed a hand full of Phillipe's lubricant and smeared it over Phillipe's panting mouth. The Frenchman greedily licked at his own spunky fluid, sucking Gregory's digits into his mouth as well, not wanting to lose any of the male-liquid.
Gregory relished the sensations as Phillipe's asshole began a rhythmic clasping and releasing, a sign of the Frenchman's impending and inescapable orgasm. Gregory thrust harder, wanting to reach his own peak simultaneously.
The thrusts were much shorter and harder now. But the giant cock was buried so deeply up the spasming ass that each thrust sent vibrations into Phillipe's lower rib cage.
Phillipe was beyond human recall. His eyes rolled back, showing almost all white and his lips trembled in heightened lust. His hands flew up and down Gregory's muscled back as the Frenchman thrust his hips up, begging for more of that exquisite cock to be buried in his guts. Phillipe's nipples glowed with red hot intensity as a warm feeling built like a ball of fire in his ass, spread up his back and around front to his balls.
Phillipe could feel the heat steal up the lenght of his slender, throbbing penis, finally spilling out in a pulsing of semen that laid a ropy strand from his dick-head to his own chin. Gregory could feel the swelling of Phillipes prick as well as the spasmatic flutterings of the French sphincter around his hefty cock. He allowed himself then, and only then to be pulled into the whirlpool of Phillipe's orgasm.
Gregory thrust forward with all his strength, nearly knocking them both off the bed, and held steady. His cock, already immense, swelled another size in the wet, pusling orifice and then unloaded.
Volley after volley of white hot fluid shot deep into the Frenchman's ass, causing Phillipe's orgasm to intensify further. The French prick spewed it's copious load out between the men's bodies and Gregory's eyes were forced into a squint by the intense pleasure of shooting his thick load into the hungry man-cunt.
They held together, trembling, for several minutes, before Gregory pulled his long cock out of Phillipe. A torrent of cum followed from the vacated hole that was too stretched to close immediately. Phillipe whimpered once more and began smearing his own load over his chest, rubbing it into his nipples.
Gregory stood, still naked, and pick up a Three Castles from the table. He looked out the porthole as he lit the cigarette, inhaled deeply and then let the smoke out slowly from his lungs.
He spoke. "Phillipe? The sheets are filthy. I expect you back here in an hour with fresh sheets." Gregory paused for the harshness of his words to sink in to Phillipe's dazed senses. "And, oh yes, bring a bottle of Henninger 1973...and two glasses."
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