Baissez

It had been about a week since I'd arrived here. A small town just to the southwest of Paris where nothing much seemed to happen. Being late September the weather was on the turn, rather like the leaves on the trees, a gentle nip in the night time air and a sharp breeze that made you shiver when it caught you unaware. The pavement was damp underfoot and the dead leaves that had fallen to the ground made the walk to the phone box a little slippery. Apart from the headlights of the cars coming at you on the wrong side of the road you'd never know this wasn't England I thought to myself.

I suppose twenty is the age when things start to happen; at least they started happening for me. Half way through my degree I'd jumped at the opportunity to take a year out of the classroom and get some practical experience of life away from my home, my familiar surroundings. Plenty of guys my age did that by going to a university a train ride, or a car journey from home. I hadn't done it then. But I was doing it now. A year in France to "broaden my horizons" I think the phrase was. Not that I felt my horizons were expanding in my favour just lately.

Stuck in a hostel for the first week I arrived, hadn't sounded like much of a burden to me. You know the old scene, large dorm rooms, bunk beds and guys walking around in just their boxers. I'd been with my girlfriend for such a long time; it had been ages since I'd let my attention wander to other blokes. But I was away from her now for a good while, so it didn't really matter if I enjoyed myself looking. That was my excuse anyway. It would have been nice to have anything to look at though. The reality was a couple of old overweight guys in one room and me stuck with someone about five years older with the ability to talk about nothing for hours, looking decidedly unattractive whilst doing it. And the place needed a good cleaning too.

Not that I'm bragging or anything, but I was easily the best looking guy in there. Six feet tall, no body-builder I'll admit, but I kept myself in pretty good shape, swimming, and tennis, that sort of thing. And all right, so I like to keep myself looking good, short cropped dirty blond hair, brown eyes and a complexion freshly shaved every morning. But I was spending my time meeting new people all day everyday; I wanted to make the right impression.

So I walked into the phone box. Took a deep breath, picked up the receiver and dialled. Even if I did let my eyes wander over the tight denim jeans of other guys once in a while, I'd never acted on it and I reckon that my girlfriend is one of the best people I've ever met. But girls are girls and boys are boys. And here's me stuck right in the middle... but leaning over.

I talked to her about nothing for a while. It had only been a couple of weeks, but I'll admit to missing her. Maybe it would have been different if I'd found myself staying with a different set of guys in the hostel. But when you're alone you tend to think about what you've left behind. Not that I would admit any of that to her of course. After about fifteen minutes though the conversation began to fade and I became aware of someone outside the phone box.

A gentle tapping on the glass and I turned to see a young guy, couldn't have been more than a couple of years older than me. I raised my hand as if to assure him that I wouldn't be too much longer. He smiled and gestured that it was ok. In the light of the phone box I could make out that the guy waiting; about my height, wearing a leather black jacket sporting a golden suntan, a throw back to summer perhaps. His black hair was short and cut in a choppy style, like one of those fashion models in a magazine. He had really wide brown eyes and a trusting white smile.

With nothing more to say I told my girlfriend that I would call her soon. Managing to avoid any of that mushy "you hang up first" stuff that I hate, I put the phone down and opened the door. That slight chill in the air brushed across my face as I stepped out into the late evening once again. I held the door open for the guy who had been waiting outside and apologised in my best French for delaying him. He raised his hands, "no, no its ok" he said, his French accent woke my mind into concentrating on his words.

I understood when he said that he didn't want to use the phone, but was wondering if I had a lighter as he raised an unlit cigarette to his broad moist lips. I told him that I didn't smoke. He put the cigarette back down and smiled. I wondered whether my French had let me down again and said something wrong. I hadn't. He had me smiling a little more nervously now as he looked straight at me "comment environ un baissez!?". His voice sounded rough, smooth and enticing all at the same time. My mind worked overtime, trying to work out the words and put them together in a sentence. I had a vague realisation of what he had said, but could only manage a very lame "quel?" Then he said something I didn't understand. To which I replied, "pardon?". He then gestured a blow job!!! I was like what!!!?

My straight boy instincts tried to kick in and I was ready to walk away. But I caught myself, mesmerised by this man in front of me, pawing his crotch through his faded black jeans. He took my hesitation as a signal and gestured for me to go with him. Before I knew what I was doing we were walking further down the road, his arm around my shoulders, friendly enough but probably trying to make sure I didn't change my mind.

We came to what looked like the entrance to a narrow alleyway. My new mate looked up and down the road quickly, as if checking to make sure there wasn't anyone he knew around, and sharply turned down the alley. Only going a little way down, the light was dim, but I could see well enough. He stopped and pushed my back against the brick wall. I shivered a little as he moved his face near to mine. I could feel his breath on my lips as he moved in closer for a kiss. I resisted him. Everything was moving too fast. I hadn't been this close to another guy since I the clumsy fumbling with my best friend one summer night nearly a decade ago.

He must have sensed my uncertainty. Instead he just placed his head on my shoulder and we stood cheek to cheek. The feeling of his stubbly face brushing against my own was starting to work its magic on me. I gasped gently as I felt his hand on the front of my jeans as he began to rub my dick. Tentatively I reciprocated. I could feel him through the thick denim. He was already fully hard; his cock felt like it was straining to break free of its artificial confines.

When he felt my hand on his dick, he began to nuzzle at my neck. I rubbed my hand firmly along the length of his denim-covered shaft. He flicked his tongue harder over my skin in response. I didn't know what else to do but keep stroking him, feeling the way his prick jerked involuntary every time I pushed the rough material against his ultra sensitive tip.

I felt him reach for my zipper, all the time he never moved his mouth from the side of my neck and I couldn't stop stroking him. His crotch was like a magnetic force, guiding my hand to feel him, feel his dick, and feel his tight balls over and over again. The cooling evening breeze hit against my crotch as he brought my zipper all the way down and reached inside. I hadn't worn any underwear that evening; planning on making my call and going back to the hostel and getting into bed. As it turned out, going commando had other advantages tonight.

He pulled out my seven-inch cock and exposed it to the evening air. The touch of his hand against my shaft was electric. No one, and I mean no one, had ever taken hold of my dick and made it feel as good as he did. My hard shaft throbbed in his hand; I knew that I was leaking precum, dripping onto his hand as he began to stroke me hard. No sign of a gentle build up, he just went for it. Pull my prick back and forth. I rolled my head back as he worked me over and made me feel as if the world revolved around my cock.

I was so close. So very close to painting that brick wall white. I was panting and groaning. Surely the people living around must have heard me, but I didn't care. An English boy in the middle of France getting his rocks off with a local guy, outdoors on an autumn evening. But he stopped. Just took his hand away and left my dick, sticking straight up out of the front of my jeans. Precum sliding down my shaft and dripping through my pubes. He brought both his hands to my face and pulled my lips to his. I could make out the faint odour of my own dick on his hands, which served to intoxicate me more. I tried to push my hips up against him; to bring some pressure back on my cock so cruelly denied a release. Yet he had other ideas.

He broke our kiss and coarsely whispered to me "J'aime ton prepuce." The guy was telling me that he was into my foreskin, but it sounded so sexy as he said it to me. It was as if those words took away all my inhibitions. I pressed my mouth firmly against his and flicked my tongue into his mouth. As I did so he grasped hold of my cock once again. This time though he only gave it a quick tug, covering the head of my cock with the foreskin he liked so much. He reached for my belt, undid the buckle and popped open the silver metal button. My jeans quickly fell to the ground, leaving me naked from the waist down.

Throughout all of this, I never once let my hand away from his crotch. He began grinding against me as our tongue pushed first from his mouth, into my own and back again. I got the idea. He didn't wear a belt and I practically ripped at the five buttons that concealed his package. I separated the two sides of his jeans, breaking our kiss I pulled them to the floor and crouched down so that I was face to face with his equipment.

Wearing grey CK boxer briefs, his dick looked enormous, as it appeared to snake diagonally across the thin material. A broad damp patch surrounded the top of his dick were his precum had soaked into the fabric. I could smell that familiar smell of a man, locked up in tight shorts for too long. Immediately I dived in and encapsulated the tip of his cock in my mouth, literally sucking his fresh precum from the cotton material of his pants. It tasty salty and sweet all in an instant. Moving his hands to my head he ran his fingers through my hair as he bucked his hips forward, pressing his shaft against my lips. He moaned, loudly as he pushed himself towards me and pulled me closer to him.

My initial hesitation long since forgotten I reached up towards the waistband of his CK's and pulled them down. Now, like me, naked from the waist down, jeans and undies around his ankles, his thick cock leapt forward, brushing my face, pointing straight upwards against his belly and into the evening air. He let out a deep guttural moan and my head spun with the sound of this man and his scent rising upwards.

I looked straight ahead and took in the sight of his naked crotch. His dark public hairs were shaved close to him. His dick, neatly circumcised, long and fat. The mushroom head of his prick bright purple and shinny, covered in a thin film of precum. His fingers rushed through my hair; he winced, almost begging me to take him. And I couldn't resist. I dived in and began to sweep my tongue back and forth over his balls. Totally smooth and clenched tight against his body. I could just about fit my mouth around his sack, almost able to feel his cum churching in his balls with my lips.

His shaft rubbed against my forehead as I continued running my tongue over and around his balls. Underneath his sack, making him whimper as I touched the spot. I reached up and took this man sized cock into my hand, rubbing my fingers around his sensitive cock head, spreading his precum around and down the length of his shaft. He tensed up every time I brushed a finger over his piss slit, before pulling my hand back down the length of his shaft. Almost pleadingly he shouted out "suce-le pour moi! suce-le pour moi!". There was no way that people passing by could have mistaken what was going on. It might have been in French but the language was universal. It was just as he had gestured to me outside the phone box, but now he wasn't playing, telling me what he wanted.

I brought his cock down to my mouth and looking straight up into his eyes pressed the tip of it against my lips. He sighed gently and began to feed me his beautiful cock. It was so thick as it parted my lips, but he kept pushing more and more of himself into me. I could feel the ripples of the veins of his shaft as the head moved towards my throat, dripping his precum inside me now.

When he had all of his cock stuffed down my throat we stopped for a moment. It was totally silent except for the slight murmur of the traffic on the road going by. The cool air whistled around us. I could feel it against my exposed cock, which had still not gone soft. It floated gently over my arse, my cheeks parted slightly as I crouched down. Instinctively I shifted my hands around to his arse, both to bring even more of him into me as well as to steady myself. The cheeks of his backside felt soft in my hands. Covered lightly with soft hairs. Me touching another man; something I had thought about time and time again over the years but never managed to achieve. Right now, it just felt so right.

It must have been some kind of spark between us, igniting the fire of passion hidden just below the surface or something like that anyway. We both had the same idea at the same time as our eyes met once again. He just broke out in this serious shit-eating grin and started. Whispering down to me, swearing, whatever, I don't know. Trying to translate French was the last thing on my mind as this guy began to withdraw his monster cock from my throat.

Over and over again I swirled my tongue as his shaft moved through my mouth once again. I wanted to taste every single inch of him and saviour it for all time. I squeezed his arse tightly pushing against him, trying to force him to put his cock back deep down in my throat. But he took control and started his slow deliberate face fuck. My fingers played down his arse crack as he began thrusting in and out of me. Sliding himself obscenely over my lips each time he made a move. The taste of him swirled around my mouth, an intoxicating liquor of his juices and my saliva, easing his entry in and out of my mouth. All the while, I teased the gentle hairs that lined the path to his arsehole until I reached that puckered hole and began to encircle it over and over again with my index finger.

He speeded up as I slipped the very tip of my finger into his inner sanctum without even a trace of lube. It was so tight and dry around my finger, but it felt so good. The way he kept going, impaling himself ever so slightly on me as he continued to thrust himself in and out of my mouth. With one almighty grunt he pushed his whole prick back down my throat and held it there. I could feel the tip of his cock pushing against my throat and my jaw was saw as it stretched trying to accommodate the width of his fat tool. It felt so smooth and hard against my lips. His balls rested on my chin and my nose touched his closely shaved pubes. I had a finger inside his arsehole with my other hand roughly clenching his cheeks. I expected him to start spraying his thick cum down my throat. But he didn't.

Roughly he pulled his cock out of my throat and reach down, grabbing hold of my under my arms. It disorientated me slightly, but I didn't have enough time to think about what was going on. Before I knew it, he was grinding his slippery wet cock against my own whilst his lips went straight to mine and he pushed his tongue into my mouth. Instinct broke in again and I started pushing my own dick against his. It felt so good. Two poles of throbbing steel pushing against each other while this man invaded my mouth and tasted the flavour of the juice he had left behind.

He reached down and took hold of my arse. He squeezed my cheeks and drew me even closer to him, backing himself against the brick wall. As our cocks pushed together I felt my hairy balls touching his smooth sack. Just the touching of our skin against each other set off a feeling inside my head. I wanted more and more. I pushed harder and firmer against him. Trying to build up more and more friction between his dick and my own. His dick, still covered in a mixture of precum and my salvia continually slipped from one side of my own shaft to the other and back again.

Taking hold of my face roughly, he broke our kiss and looked straight at me. He started whispering to me in French. I couldn't understand him. My attention was totally focussed on the sensations of his prick touching mine. Our balls rubbing together, all entwined by the cool evening air moving around our half naked bodies, down this narrow passageway in central France.

Then he parted my arse cheeks, holding them wide and exposing my hole to the air once again. I shivered slightly; he sensed it and pressed his lips against my own again as if trying to convince me to go through with it. He asked me for a fuck outside that phone box almost half an hour a go. He asked me for a fuck just after I had finished talking to my girlfriend hundreds of miles away in England. He asked me for a fuck and I was going to play his game now. I'd been tempted by this man and I wanted him to show me exactly what it was like to play this new game.

So I flung my arms around his shoulders and embraced him firmly whilst we kissed. My actions overcoming the barrier of language between us. He pulled away and smiled at me. Saying nothing he spun me around and instantly pushed his cock against my hairy arse cheeks. It felt so good just standing there with his hard shaft between my arse while he sucked on my neck again for a short time, before slipping down my back and crouching down behind me.

I looked down and I could see him. Jeans and undies still bunched tightly around his ankles. And his hand working softly on his dick. Just stroking himself with one hand whilst he remained behind me, taking in the sight of my arse. For a moment I remember looking over my shoulder at myself in the bathroom the other morning. I grinned as I remembered thinking that my arse was pretty good looking. Small and tight, a light sprinkling of hairs across the while flesh. I remembered how I had been tempted to part my cheeks and take a good long look at the hairy crack and the way the hairs all encircled my puckered hole.

He began to stroke my arse cheeks softly before gently parting them. I swallowed hard as I felt his breath touch my hairy crack. At first I felt his nose nuzzle against me and then I felt his lips softly pressing against my puckered arse hole. I breathed deeply as I felt him take hold of my thighs firmly while he began to lick at my hole. Using the very tip of his tongue he swirled around and around, pushing against my hole with every stroke. Forcing me to open up to him gradually. I had never felt anything like this before. Instinctively I grabbed hold of my prick and my fist began to fly backwards and forwards. Pulling my foreskin up and down rapidly; I felt like streams of precum must have been gushing out of my piss slit. My mind raced with the sensations.

This guy knew how to use his mouth and it seemed like he knew exactly how to rid me of any thoughts that I was a straight boy after all. He was literally pushing his tongue inside me now. I could feel the sides of my hole being stretched open and the walls of my tunnel licked and caressed in long powerful stroking motions. I moaned out as I felt his tongue push further into me than anything before. I could feel something different though. My hole was being stretched wider still. I could have exploded right at that moment when I realised that he had slipped a finger in alongside his tongue. Wanting me even wider, ready to accept his hairy fat prick.

Licking me and jabbing his finger into me, getting me wetter and wetter and opening me up as wide as possible, he was making me feel things I could only have dreamed about before now. As he did so, I felt him caressing the inside of my thighs. Being rough enough with my arse to enable me to accommodate his throbbing dick, and get gently stroking up and down my legs. Tickling the hairs that showed him the way all the way up between my legs. He started to run his fingers over my balls. Rubbing them softly and feeling them as my sack clenched tightly against my body. Ultra sensitive to the night air and to his touch.

My arse felt so empty when he pulled himself out of me. I pushed backwards trying to get him to go back down on me. I wouldn't have to wait too long though. I could feel him standing up beside me and he trailed his hands up the sides of my body as he got to his feet once more. He ran his fingers up, under my shirt and began rubbing at my nipples for a little while as he pushed his cock back between the cheeks of my arse.

He rubbed his swollen cock up and down my arse crack for what seemed like an eternity whilst I waited for the main performance. I could feel him move across every hair. Rubbing me up and then down and then up again. A couple of times I felt the edge of his cock head touch my wet hole. And then it started.

Leaving my nipples, stiff, erect and pushing against my shirt, he placed one hand on my cock and began stroking it gently and very slowly, as if trying to relax me. He put his other hand at the base of my spine and coaxed me to bend over in front of him. Without any second thoughts I began to do as he wanted. I closed my eyes as I felt his balls rubbing against my arse cheeks as I bend almost all the way forward. The hand that had been on my back moved to my crack and rubbed in between my cheeks a couple of times before parting them gently. No warning was given before I felt him push his throbbing mushroom shaped prick head against my hole. A perfect aim and he started pushing it.

I stumbled forward a little before regaining my balance. I could feel him applying more and more pressure. Gritting my teeth and exhaling deeply all at the same time I pushed back against him. That was all the force that was needed. There was a soft, almost vacuum like sound, as I felt him penetrate me. I moaned so loudly as I felt his cock head pressing against the sides of my arse chute. He let my cock drop and he placed both of his hands on my hips, drawing me back towards him. This guy was impaling me on his cock the best way he new how. Not too quickly, but firmly enough to get the job done without me crying out too loudly for too long.

It did the trick too. I did cry out. There isn't a twenty-year-old man alive who wouldn't make some kind of noise when his virgin arse is being pushed into for the very first time. But a fuck is what this guy asked me for outside the phone box and that's what I was letting him give to me now. Hadn't thought it was even a possibility or even if it was something I really wanted until tonight. And now I was loving every second of it as he pushed himself all the way in me.

I knew I had started to sweat and moan as I felt every single inch of his fat piece of meat sliding past my arse lips and going on up my slippery tunnel. I just groaned with a mixture of relief and satisfaction as I felt the harsh ends of his shaved pubic hairs at the top of my crack and the soft cushioning feeling of his balls at the bottom, with his cock connecting with me right in the middle.

Once again he started whispering loudly at me with what much have been a string of swear words in French. I have no idea what he was saying, no time to try and work it out either, but it sounded so good to me. All I could do is moan and cry out to him in response. He took hold of my painfully hard cock again and squeezed it tightly into his fist as he started working it up and down again. All the time he stood practically motionless with his cock buried deep in my arse.

It was an amazing feel being wanked off by this man who would stop every so often to pull my foreskin back over my cock head and take some more precum from my piss slit before smearing it all over my shaft, whilst at the same time his prick, although not moving, stretched my arse out wider than ever before. But I wanted more of these feelings. Maybe it's inbuilt and all guys do this when they find themselves on the end of a good looking boy's penis, I started to push myself up and down, encouraging him to start thrusting himself in and out of me.

He resisted my attempts for as long as he possibly could before I think the animal instinct in him must have kicked in. He let out this really low almost scream type noise as his fist flew up and down my slick fuck pole and pulled his almost all the way out of my arse. I felt the head of his cock travelling backwards down my chute. Convinced it was going to come all the way out of me before he ploughed it mercilessly back inside me in one violent motion. Never once letting up the job he was doing on my cock.

I shouted out loudly. I couldn't careless who could hear me now. I just wanted him to bang into me, over and over again. Stretch me out and feed his prick all the way inside me. I wanted to close my hole tightly around him, make the feelings even more intense. He was panting too, almost bent double over my back. I could feel a mixture of his sweat and mine soaking through my shirt making it cling to my back.

Hard to keep up now as his thrustings got ever shallower, ever faster and ever harder. My mind didn't know where to focus on. My prick being given the wank of its life by this man's hand or my arse being wildly stretched open for the first time. The passage of his cock was being eased by the sweat that I could feel dripping in small rivulets from my crack and down my legs.

Roughly, he pulled my foreskin all the way back down and held it for what must only have been a fraction of a second. But it was enough. Just at that moment a slight breeze gusted down the narrow alleyway and rushed over my piss slit, still pouring out precum. My eyes opened wide as I looked down. I could make out his hairy legs standing directly behind my own. His jeans and boxers still bunched at his feet and fireworks went off in my brain. Almost as if the truth of what I was doing hit me. It travelled all over my body, swirled around my arsehole as it was being stretched out some more again before hitting me right in the balls.

My orgasm swelled up, I could almost feel the cum churning in my balls being drawn up along the length of my sensitive shaft. I watched the domed head of my cock, bright purple, throbbing violently and the longest, thickest, whitest stream of hot creamy cum shot out, hitting the red brick wall directly opposite us like a bullet from a riffle. I moaned so loudly. I felt my arsehole clench tighter than ever, gripping his prick as wave after wave of cum flew out in strings and into the night air before landing on the damp ground.

I could literally feel his cock with the sides of my hole I was clamped around him so tightly. There was no way he could have held off even if he wanted to. So close to my back already, he fell on top of me, making us both stumble forward slightly. And he moaned as I felt his cock throb quickly backwards and forwards. I felt a pressure building in my arse as my chute filled with his hot steamy cum whilst the last remnants of my own orgasm dripped onto his hand and down my balls. His entire body was tensed up for at least half a minute whilst he emptied himself deep inside me.

We stood for a moment like that. Still connected; his cock up my arse and his hand on my softening dick. I had to move though. Without straitening myself up, I shuffled forward only a little way and he pulled back a little. I felt and heard his cock slip out of me. It felt empty for a moment. Then I felt his warm, thick cum dripping out of my hole and down my legs. And we just stood.

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written by jack19uk